Noir

I.

The mattress springs make a sound, a mechanical rhythm of penance.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

The man on top of him grunts.

"Fuck," the man breathes into Satoru's neck, hot and wet, his breath smelling like whiskey.

He's wearing a wedding ring that's currently digging into Satoru's hip.

"Fuck, you're so tight… so fuckin’ good. Shit, been thinking about this all week."

Satoru says nothing because his mouth is for other things: moaning on command, saying the words clients pay to hear, or staying silent.

He's learned which clients want conversation and which want holes, which want the boyfriend experience and which want a body they can use without the complications of personhood.

And this one wants tight and quiet, he wants to pretend Satoru's just a fleshlight with a pulse.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

The headboard hits the wall.

The room smells like old cigarettes and the accumulated sex of however many transactions have happened in this bed.

Satoru's somewhere else.

He's at the ocean again, the lake, or maybe nowhere at all.

"Fuck—oh fuck—"

The man's rhythm breaks, becomes desperate, and Satoru knows what's coming, he has felt it a hundred times, when the last pretense dissolves and it's just them taking what they paid for.

It’s like Satoru isn't even there which is true, Satoru isn't there, he left minutes ago and what's left is just meat being consumed.

The man finishes with a groan and Satoru feels the warmth even through the condom and waits for it to be over so he can shower and leave and pretend this didn't happen until the next time it does.

The man pulls out, rolls off, reaches for his wallet immediately.

He counts bills—the agreed-upon amount plus extra, quite a bit extra actually—and sets them on the nightstand next to Satoru's phone and the bottle of lube.

"You're really good at this," the man says, already pulling on his boxers and becoming respectable again, "We should do this again, you free next Thursday?"

Satoru nods because his throat is tight from not crying.

Crying is unprofessional and he's nothing if not professional, he's nothing if not good at this: making men feel powerful while they're inside him.

"Great then, I'll text you. Same rate?"

Another nod.

"Perfect."

He's at the door.

"See you next week. Oh, and—" He pauses. "Thanks, really. My wife…she doesn't—" He stops. "Anyway, yeah, thanks."

The door closes.

The room is silent except for the air conditioner and Satoru's breathing and the sound of his heart beating.

He wonders why his body refuses to understand that it should stop and give up because what's the point of continuing when this is all it's good for.

The money sits on the nightstand.

Two hundred dollars plus the fifty extra for being "really good at this," for making a married man feel like his infidelity was justified by the quality of the hole he rented.

Satoru gets up slowly because his body hurts.

The shower is too hot because he wants to scrub his skin raw, wants to wash off the smell of the man, the feeling of being full.

He washes his hair twice, watches the soap circle the drain, imagines himself circling the drain, disappearing into sewers.

He thinks about you while the water runs over him, your pretty smile.

You smile at him and he wants to grab your face and make you look at what he is—this, this thing being used—and ask you how you can smile at this, how you can love this.

But he will go home and kiss you.

He will let you believe he's been somewhere else, doing something else, because your belief in his humanity is the only thing that makes him feel even remotely human.

If he takes that away from you then what does he have left except the truth which is unbearable.

The truth that he's a whore and he's good at it and he'll keep doing it because it's the only thing he knows how to do and the only skill he's mastered.

He gets dressed.

The money goes in his pocket.

II.

Emi rides him hard and fast, her hips moving in a practiced rhythm that comes from years of learning that sex is performance and if you're going to fuck someone you might as well do it in a way that makes them think you're enjoying it.

The man beneath her is older—forties maybe—black jeans expensive enough to have a brand name stitched into the pocket, expensive cologne.

He'd offered her a drink at the bar and she'd said yes because why not, one thing leads to another and another leads to his bed which is king-sized and has clean sheets and pillows that smell like detergent.

"Fuck," he groans beneath her, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements even though she knows exactly what she's doing.

"You're fucking crazy. So fucking sexy, god, your pussy feels so good…we should've met sooner."

Emi doesn't respond because she's not really here.

She's high enough that she's somewhere else, seeing someone else, and she knows it's wrong but she can't stop it, can't push the image away no matter how hard she tries.

White hair.

Blue eyes.

Satoru's face superimposed over this stranger's.

Satoru's hands instead of these hands, Satoru's voice instead of this voice saying things she wishes he'd say, wishes he'd mean, wishes could be true in a universe where she deserves good things instead of being someone who only gets the scraps.

She closes her eyes and it's worse because now there's nothing to remind her that the man inside her isn't Satoru, that the cock she's riding isn't his, that this feeling, this chemical rush of endorphins mixing with whatever drugs, isn't happening with who she wants it to be happening with.

She moans, louder than necessary.

She rides him harder, faster, convincing the man beneath her that this she's here, when really she's miles away, years away, in an alternate universe where Satoru looks at her the way he looks at you.

She knows it's fucked.

This fantasy is wrong on multiple levels, she knows Satoru would be horrified if he knew she thinks about him like this, while she's fucking other men, while she's high.

"Fuck—I'm gonna—"

The man's rhythm breaks and Emi rides him through it, keeps moving while he finishes.

She keeps the fantasy going.

Stopping means confronting reality.

Reality is unbearable when you're this high that you've convinced yourself that the cock inside you belongs to someone who actually cares whether you live or die.

They both finish, or he finishes and she fakes it.

He rolls off her, reaches for cigarettes, lights two, passes her one like they're in a movie.

They share the cigarette, smoke curling between them, and he reaches for his nightstand.

He pulls out a small bag of white powder, starts cutting lines on a mirror suggesting this isn't even his hundredth time, this is just what people do after sex.

He snorts a line, offers her the mirror, and Emi should remember that she's already high enough.

However, remembering requires caring about consequences and caring about consequences requires caring about the future and caring about the future requires believing you have one, and Emi's pretty sure she doesn't.

Emi’s pretty sure her expiration date is approaching fast and that dying young is preferable to growing old when it means decades more of this.

She leans forward, takes the mirror and snorts the line he cut for her which is way bigger than it should be.

She feesl a sudden, terrifyingly, intense rush.

After a while, the room tilts.

The ceiling becomes the floor.

The man's voice sounds like it's coming from underwater.

"Hey…you okay? Shit, that was a lot..shit—"

Emi's not there anymore.

She’s lifted out of her body, out of this dimension where bodies hurt and hearts break.

She's on a cloud that's warm and soft, and God is there and Satoru's there too except this one loves her and they're floating together in this space where nothing hurts and everything makes sense and death isn't an ending but a beginning.

"Fuck… wake up. Hey, can you hear me—"

The man's voice is panicked now.

He’s slapping her face and shaking her shoulders, something that she can barely register through the wall separating her consciousness from her body.

She's transcended everything, she's pure consciousness without the weight of flesh.

The man thinks she's dead.

She can feel him thinking it somehow, can feel his panic rising, can feel him debating whether to call an ambulance and risk questions or just leave her here and hope she wakes up on her own or doesn't but either way it's not his problem anymore.

Eventually, her body decides it has more suffering to go through and more days to get through before it earns the right to stop.

Her consciousness gets pulled back like a fish on a line, dragged from the warm clouds down through layers of atmosphere, back into the meat cage she calls a body.

She opens her eyes.

The man is sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed now, cigarette trembling in his hand.

"Jesus fuck, I thought you were—" He stops. "Shit, you can't do that much, I gave you way too much, fuck."

Emi tries to speak but her mouth doesn't work right, and the room spins even though she's lying still.

"I should get you to a hospital—"

"No." Her voice works now, barely.

"No hospital, ‘m just fine. Just need to sleep."

"You're not fine—"

"I'm fine, just let me sleep. Please."

The man looks at her, debating, probably deciding that whatever moral obligation he might have is outweighed by the inconvenience of hospitals and questions and the risk of his wife finding out he brought a girl home while she was visiting her sister.

"Okay," he says finally. "Alright, but I'm staying awake to make sure you keep breathing."

Emi closes her eyes.

She doesn't have the energy to argue.

The truth is she doesn't care whether he stays or goes, whether she keeps breathing or doesn't, whether she wakes up from this or whether this is the last time she closes her eyes.

Maybe that would be fine too, maybe that would be the mercy she's been begging for since she was six years old.

III.

You stare at your phone., the screen is cracked.

You haven't checked your messages in weeks.

You haven't wanted to see the accumulation of concern and confusion from people who exist in your old life, in the universe where you were a person with a future instead of a person with only present tense.

Tonight something makes you open them.

Your mother.

Bible verses at first, scripture about lost sheep and prodigal daughters, Matthew 6:34.

Photos: family dinner, your cousins, everyone smiling, everyone together, everyone asking where you are, why you're not there, when you're coming home.

We miss you sweetheart. Please call.

Your friends from school.

Group chat messages: —did you finish the assignment?—then concerned—where are you?—then frustrated—seriously what the fuck we're worried—then resigned—okay I guess you'll read this when you read it but we miss you.

Kaito.

His messages are a journey from anger through concern through exhaustion.

How could you? then I can't believe you'd just leave like this then Please tell me you're okay then I'm sorry. I never loved you the way you needed. Wherever you are please be safe.

You read them all, every message, every missed call.

You feel something inside of you, small and terrible, a seed being planted in soil that's been barren.

There's a degree of separation between you and them now.

The person who went to school and had friends and the person sitting in this cabin wearing Satoru's shirt.

Perhaps you miss them.

Perhaps you miss the version of yourself that existed in that life where the biggest problem was assignments and the biggest question was what to do Friday night.

The seed grows.

Something that wasn't there before taking root in the soil of your consciousness.

Regret, like the first stirrings of understanding that you've made a terrible mistake and the only question now is whether you have the courage to admit it and leave.

What they don't tell you about this kind of love is that the amount of love you can feel for somebody is directly proportional to the amount of hate you're capable of feeling, and the bigger the love gets, the bigger the shadow it casts.

Maybe part of you is starting to hate yourself.

Maybe part of you is starting to hate Satoru.

Maybe those two things are the same, hating yourself for loving him and hating him for being worth loving despite everything are two sides of the same coin.

The phone sits in your hands.

Evidence of a life that's still moving forward while you're stuck here, static, frozen in amber made of bad decisions and worse rationalizations.

 I'll come home soon  is a promise you can't make.

Leaving would mean admitting defeat, admitting that love wasn't enough.

The first green shoot of resentment is breaking through the soil of your devotion.

The phone goes dark.

Somewhere else in the dark Satoru is washing another man off his skin and Emi is overdosing in a stranger's bed and you're here realizing that you can't save people who don't want to be saved.

Perhaps the kindest thing you can do for everyone involved is walk away before you lose yourself so completely that there's nothing left to save.

The seed is small but growing.

Patient as death, inevitable as morning, certain as the fact that all love stories end and the only question is whether they end in happiness or tragedy.

“What if I say ‘yes’?” Aemond asks, “Then I'd have your head for that.” Aegon smiles which makes Aemond shift uncomfortably in his seat, “Come on! I was kidding, do you really think I'd kill my own blood-related brother over a woman?” Aegon laughs loudly and Aemond sighs but he furrows his brows, “She is your wife.” Aemond states sternly, but Aegon shrugs, “And you are my brother.” He replies.

Aemond lets out another heavy sigh, hoping that he'd escape this situation he'd somehow gotten into, “So?” Aegon pushes further, poking at Aemond to answer the question and Aemond hums in irritance before being fed up and answering Aegon's question. “Yes, I do fancy your wife.” He admits, slightly ashamed.

Aemond was a man of the faith, believing in the faith of the seven, and according to the scripture, desiring a woman is a carnal sin, diabolical if she's a married woman, abysmal if she's your own brother's wife.

But Aemond couldn't help it, it's as if though the gods were testing him, not only were you pleasant on the eye but you were also very polite and had the same interests as him, and most probably the only woman — besides his sister — who was not disgusted after seeing his injury.

He knew he had to stop developing an interest towards you once he found out that you were being married to Aegon, but for some inexplicable reason; that only made him want you more, perhaps it was the label of you being ‘forbidden’ that enticed him further, making him yearn to get the taste of the forbidden fruit more than ever.

How he had wished that it was him instead, the one getting married to you, he wished it was he who fucked you, he wished it was him who got you pregnant, he wished it was his babe you waddled all around the red keep with, he wished it was his child that you had given birth to.

But those were nothing more than just wishes, wishes that would never come true, unless a miracle happens.

“That wasn't hard now was it?” Aegon's voice snaps Aemond out of his train of thoughts and Aemond simply hums, “Why did you ask such a question?” Aemond inquires curiously and Aegon smirks at him, “I may not be sober most of the time but the way you stare at her doesn't go unnoticed, your desire burns deep for her doesn't it? I've especially taken note of it when she was pregnant with my child, your eye never left her womb.” He answers and Aemond rolls his eye.

The atmosphere is filled with silence once again as Aemond continues to silently read his book.

“I would've let you fuck her if you had asked me to.” that statement which left Aegon's mouth made Aemond choke on his spit as he stared at him wide eyed, shocked at what he had just said, “Pardon?” Aemond gazes at Aegon confusedly, and Aegon gets a thrill out of this, watching his brother be flustered.

“I said what I said, you could've just told me so, you're my brother Aemond, how do you think I will ever turn any of your requests down?” Aegon says it so casually, as if he was giving an item that belonged to him which Aemond had always wanted so badly, except you weren't an item or an object.

Aemond remains silent, unable to talk because of how baffled he was, but Aegon pressed on, “Don't you wanna feel her cunt around your cock?” This makes Aemond slam his book down and get up, and Aegon raises his hands in surrender, “It was merely an offer, I wouldn't mind sharing her with you, we've shared whores before.” Aegon tries justifying his reasoning and Aemond scoffs, “But she is no whore, she is your wife, you should treat her with respect.” he replies agitated.

“Enough with the sterness, reply plainly, do you want to fuck her or no? I won't ever bring it up ever again if you say no, we'll pretend we never had this conversation.” Aegon sighs before raising his eyebrow.

Aemond swallows thickly, should he take this chance? He always yearned for you so badly, it's like the opportunity presented itself; he could seize it, but he was in a dilemma, not wanting you to face such disrespect, your self respect will be obliterated to pieces, you'd be drowning in self shame.

You were a very dignified lady, a woman who carried herself confidently no matter what, this is why you weren't even affected when Aegon still visited the brothels. As long as the word didn't get out, you were fine with it. You simply did your duty as a wife and a mother. He couldn't imagine you allowing him to fuck you and ruin your honour.

“Decide fast brother, I have to leave soon, it's been a while since I laid with my wife, the maesters had told me to give her a break for a minimum of six weeks, yet eight weeks have passed, my cock craves her cunt so desperately.” Aegon speaks explicitly, and Aemond's breath hitches in his throat, imagining what your cunt would be like. “Then why do you visit the brothels if you seem to like her so much?” He questions, trying to change topics, “That's cause she can't satiate my depravities, otherwise I wouldn't even be visiting those wenches anymore.” Aegon talks as though it was a minor inconvenience.

“Either way, decide quickly.” Aegon urges and Aemond swallows.

He opens his mouths to reject it, but for some odd reasons his mind forms a explicit thought of burying his cock inside your cunt which causes his cock to stir slightly, the blood flowing to it at the mere thought of fucking you.

‘No Aemond, she is your sister in law, your brother's wife, you cannot let this desire succumb you.’

‘But didn't you want this for a long time? Imagine how her cunt would weep when you'd shove your cock into it hm? Her breasts bouncing up and down while you thrust into her.’

He swallows thickly, those internal arguments happening in the span of seconds before he has had enough and made up his mind.

“Yes, I want to fuck her.”

The babe in your arms cooed as you rocked him gently — caressing his chubby cheeks with your thumb as he slowly fell asleep due to your movements, “He's cute isn't he?” You ask the servant that was in charge of him and she nodded, smiling at you.

“Yes princess, the more he grows, the more he resembles his father, Prince Aegon.” She gives her commentary and you give her a small smile and slightly nod your head. The babe finally closes its eyes, going into slumber and you chuckle at his cuteness, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, just then, the door the nursery opens which reveals ser criston cole.

You were confused as to why the kingsguard was here himself, “Prince Aegon has sent me in search for you, he is calling you to his chambers.” Those words were enough to clarify the situation. He wanted to lay with you, “I'll be there in a minute.” you reply and he nods, you give the babe to the servant before smoothening your dress, and leaving the nursery.

You reach your martial chambers quickly, you turn around to thank Cole and dismiss him, you then open the door to the chambers and shut them just as quickly, taking a deep breath before turning around and venturing deeper into the room.

You spot Aegon sitting in his chair, but what was odd was that he was accompanied by Aemond, who you've meet occasionally and had nothing but a positive opinion on about, you were confused on what he was doing here.

Maybe Aegon did not want to lay with you? Maybe Aegon was trying to get closer to his brother for having a bond of a family? You knew how strongly bonded these brothers are, especially since after whatever happened at driftmark, so it wouldn't be weird to assume that Aegon is trying to get you and Aemond to become good friends.

“Ah, wife.” Aegon gets up from his chair, coming over to hug you, and you return it awkwardly, knowing that Aemond is in the same room, Aegon chuckles at your awkwardness. He quickly gets behind you, pushing you forward until you're right in front of Aemond who stares at you from below, all the while Aegon nuzzles his face into your neck.

You're confused not knowing what's happening, “Brother, undo her front laces.” Aegon commands and you furrow your brows immediately, baffled at how Aegon was behaving, perhaps he had drunk too much? You felt bad for Aemond, probably stuck in this unwanted situation, you try to give him an escape route but you are surprised when his warm knuckles graze against your collarbones as his fingers hook underneath your laces, beginning to pull them apart.

You were perplexed by his actions, not knowing what to do, you grip his arm from further undoing the laces but Aegon forcefully pulls your hands back, holding both of them behind you as Aemond pulls off the corset.

You were wearing a dress with no sleeves, but that did not mean you went completely shoulderless, your shift and chemise beneath you acted as the sleeve’s replacement, so when Aemond undoes the laces that were holding your long gown up, it immediately plummets to the floor, leaving you in your chemise.

Aegon nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck from behind, taking in your scent while placing small kisses on your shoulder, still not letting go of your hands, “Darling, I hope you don't mind Aemond joining us today, he had admitted to me that he fancies you, and as his older brother, it is in my responsibility that i take care of my brothers needs.” Aegon coos into your ear and you bite your lip, you are about to respond but you are interrupted by your own gasp when you feel Aemond caress your breasts, squeezing the flesh and playing with them.

“I'm afraid— I don't understand?.” You reply confusedly, staring at Aemond play with the mounds of your breasts, and Aegon chuckles into your ear pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, “I'm simply allowing him to wet his dick inside your cunt.” Aegon puts it plainly, making you bite your lip in shame; all the while Aemond's hand slowly travels up your thigh, underneath your chemise, before it disappears inside; reaching your core.

You squeal when you feel him pinch your clit before he stroked small circles onto it.

“W-why?” You question, trying to free your hands from Aegon's grip but he doesn't budge, but instead watches with amusement as his brother's hand brings out such reactions from you, you whimper as Aemond's finger travels down your slit and to your opening.

“It's my duty as his older brother.” Aegon replies nonchalantly, Aegon loosens his grip momentarily, changing his grip so he can hold both of your hands in one of his. His free hand lifts your chemise up, as he peeks from over your shoulder to see what his brother's hand was doing to your cunt, he chuckles mockingly when he sees your juices dripping from in between your legs.

“Look at her leaking yeah? Her cunt is literally weeping.” Aegon comments and you clench your eyes shut because of the humiliation you are feeling, your husband is parading you out like a whore for his younger brother, and Aemond— whom you've thought of so highly— is letting this happen while participating in the act.

You gasp when you feel one of Aemond's finger enter you, your walls tightly clamping around his finger which makes him grunt, “Fuck you're squeezing my fingers.” He breathlessly says. Aemond suckles on your neck, biting your sensitive spot which makes you whimper. Aegon finally lets go of your hands and then holds you by your waist before rubbing his cock against your ass.

Aemond's finger trail over the spongy spot inside of you, that makes you let out a moan and he takes note of this and presses against that area that causes you to tremble in pleasure, your hands fly up to his shoulders to balance yourself, though you knew you wouldn't fall, Aegon was holding from behind after all.

You were trapped between these two men, both of them peppering kisses on the opposite sides of your neck making you feel dizzy so you rest your head on Aegon’s shoulder, revealing more of your neck for the men to claim.

Aemond adds another finger inside you, stretching you out whilst providing you pleasure, his fingers skillfully grazing your spongy spot, constantly hitting it with precision.

You didn't even feel your peak approaching; it was ripped out of you so suddenly, you let out a loud moan of Aemond's name, clenching onto his shoulders extremely tightly, tears streaming down your cheeks at the intensity of your peak. Aegon's warm tongue glides over your face, collecting your tears on his tongue and licking at them.

You feel Aemond pull his fingers out of you, and you watch with hooded eyes as he puts them in his mouth, licking your essence up before he hums in delight, before pressing a kiss to your lips, making you taste yourself.

You are surprised when you are pulled away from him by Aegon, he lifts you up hurriedly and carries you over to the bed before harshly throwing you on it, he is quick to undress, taking off his breeches and undergarments, getting completely naked and harshly grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

His hands rip apart your chemise in a hurry, before he forcefully spreads apart your legs and positions himself in between, he gives you no warning before roughly shoving himself inside you, that make you slightly shriek in pain but eventually the pain fades, he moves in and out of you fast paced, ramming into your hole with such an intensity that it has you seeing stars.

“Are you jealous?” Aemond taunts Aegon and Aegon rolls his eyes, “No, I just couldn't hold back anymore, I've missed her cunt so much.” He replies to the taunt and Aemond chuckles, undoing his own breeches, freeing his cock from its confines. “Can I use her mouth?” He asks Aegon and Aegon grunts, “Do whatever the fuck you want with her.” he thrusts brutally into you.

You feel the space next to your head sink and you look over slightly only to be face to face with Aemond's cock, it forms a shadow over your face under the candle lights, you gasp when you see it physically throb. You've never seen that before.

He uses that slight opening as a chance, hooking his thumb in your mouth and spreading your mouth open before pushing his cock inside your mouth, you are taken aback by this and try to pull away but Aemond holds your head in place before shoving himself inside your mouth further, his tip caresses the back of your throat, which makes you gag on his cock, but that only further provides additional pleasure as he groans.

“Seven hells—” Aemond grumbles, his hand hold your hand as he thrusts into your mouth, thumb caressing the outline of his cock that forms in your throat when he pushes as the way, your eyes well up with tears and soon you're panting for air that makes you involuntarily suck on his cock, Aegon's thrusts from downwards make your body jolt upwards, taking more of Aemond's cock.

Aemond suddenly pulls out which makes you suck a sharp breath automatically, “Easy there sweetheart.” Aemond coos and you pant heavily staring at him with doe eyes, “I'll shove it once again alright? Breathe— through your nose— fuckkk.” Aemond instructs as he shoves his dick inside your mouth again, but this time you're prepared so you follow his instructions.

You hollow your cheeks which makes him grunt in satisfaction, “Good girl.” Aemond compliments you, which causes your cunt to clench around Aegon's cock, to which he responds by a chuckle, “Guess she liked that brother, she's squeezing the fuck out of me.” Aegon talks to his brother and Aemond hums in response, Aegon's thrusts speed up, that constantly hit your sweet spot, he bends forwards and takes one of your breast in your mouth, suckling on the nipple and soon– beads of white droplets begin to come out, directly into his mouth that makes him suck more harshly, enjoying the taste of your sweet milk.

“She's lactating? Fuck I wanna have a taste.” Aemond moans, noticing how the milk started to drip from the sides of Aegon's mouth.

Aegon's tip constantly caresses your spongy part, which causes something to tighten in your stomach before it eventually snaps, causing you to cry out in ecstasy and choke on Aemond's dick.

The sensation of your throat tightening around his cock makes Aemond finish as well, he shoots his load down your throat which you have no option but to swallow, and soon— Aegon is finishing inside, painting your inner walls white.

He pulls out immediately after, falling forward onto you and positioning you in such a way that he is able to suckle more, Aemond joins him soon after; shuffling and turning down to take your free breast into his mouth.

You couldn't help but whine as the two brothers suckled on each of your breasts, your recent high made you even more susceptible to sensitivity, yet you couldn't help but caress their heads gently, Aemond clamped his teeth down on to your nipple hardly which made you wince; but he later soothed the area with the wetness of his tongue. Aegon on the other hand was more careful to not graze his teeth against your sensitive buds, only using his tongue and swirling it around your swollen bud.

Aemond let's go with a wet pop, cleaning up the milk and sat up straight before tugging you, this displeased Aegon who wasn't done yet, but he had to let go, Aegon watches as Aemond settles in between your legs before he crawls down, by then Aegon had already caught on to what he was doing, and assisted him by holding you against his chest, your back pressed against him tightly, meanwhile you on the other hand; had no idea what Aemond was about to do.

“Aemond what are you— huh? Ahhh!—” You ended up squealing in surprise when you felt him place his wet tongue on your clit— you tried to shut your legs from the embarrassment but Aegon held them open— so you could only watch helplessly as Aemond gave kitten licks to your clit, which undoubtedly made you feel pleasure.

He licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit before fully engulfing it in his mouth, sucking on the flesh as if he's starving, Aegon's cock is already beginning to harden again as he witnessed such a depraved act.

Aemond groaned when he felt Aegon's seed in his mouth — which he sucked out of you — but he didn't let it stop from devouring you, his tongue licked through your folds before he sucked on your clit and let go of it with a pop before repeating the motion all over again, you unknowingly pushed his face further into your cunt, which made him moan knowing how desperate you were for him, the moan caused additional vibrations which sent pleasure through your body in waves.

You rested your head on Aegon's shoulder as you watched Aemond continue his ministrations, Aegon turned your head slightly before he connected his lips with yours and you moaned into the kiss.

The familiar feeling of the tightness began to form in your stomach again and you break the kiss with Aegon and start to hump Aemond's face involuntarily; trying to just desperately reach your high.

“You're such a fucking whore do you know that? You look so desperate humping your face against his face.” Aegon coos meanly into your ear and you whine, staring at him with teary eyes and he smirks meanly, pulling your hair harshly, “Whore.” He degrades you and your bottom lips tremble as you are about to start crying, but you aren't able to when your peak hits you at the same moment, making you moan in pleasure instead.

Aegon mockingly smiles at you, “Here I thought that you were a prim and proper lady, hell— you don't even let me do these things to you, but maybe my judgement was wrong, maybe you're a whore from the silk street disguised as a lady.” He accuses you meanly, you shake your head no at his accusation while trying to calm down from your high.

Aemond doesn't say anything to that, but simply sits up, and shifts positions once again, pulling you off Aegon and onto his lap instead, you cry onto his shoulders and he simply coos at you, he caresses your hair to calm you down, “Goodness brother, you've made her cry.” Aemond sneers at Aegon who just shrugs his shoulders. “I've only stated what I've observed.” He replies and you whimper.

“All of that aside— do you think she can take us both? In one hole.” Aegon speaks before Aemond could come up with a response and you furrow your brows, and Aemond is lost deep in thought, “We'll have to test it out.” Aemond responds and you push back, immediately staring at him wide eyes but Aemond just pecks your lips.

He lays down, taking you along with him, one hand holding you against him while the other is grabbing your hips and sinking you down on his boner, you bite your lip at the delicious stretch, you're in a position where Aegon can clearly see your pussy stretching around Aemond's cock. Aegon straddles Aemond's knees and lines his cock against your entrance and you turn your head back to see what he was doing, his cock bumped with Aemond's before he found a slight opening to shove his cock into the same hole. “Ah—!” You let out a squeal from pain as you feel his tip intruding and stretching you far than you're capable of taking.

Aegon grows frustrated, not being able to enter his cock fully inside you as your walls clamp down, resisting furthermore intrudence, however that only makes Aemond's pleasure elevate as your walls squeeze him tightly.

“Fuck this, I'm taking her from the rear.” Aegon gives up pushing his cock inside you, you gasp when you feel his thumb poking and pushing inside your puckered hole on your behind. You cover your face with your hands ashamed but Aemond pulls them away before crunching upwards to kiss you on the lips.

Aegon collects your wetness that's dripping from your cunt and smears it on your slightly stretched out hole before doing the same with his cock and lining the tip with the entrance and slowly pushing it inside.

“Ahh— Aegon— wait– I don't think— hgh!” You squeal once his fully settles inside you, and you couldn't help but tremble from the burn of the stretch as he slowly started to move, tears streamed down your face when you felt Aemond move too.

You were feeling highly humiliated, how your dignity has now been sullied, though this encounter wouldn't get out; you knew you wouldn't be able to see Aemond in the same light again, you'd always think about this day whenever you'd encounter him, a dirty little secret you'll have to keep hidden from the realm.

You are pulled from your thoughts with a sharp thrust from both of them penetrating you, you couldn't stop it but moans slipped from your mouth like prayers, you gasped and choked while calling out their names, the position; the act; the pleasure and humiliation you were feeling all combined made you feel hot, and to your horror, the pain began to subside leading you to enjoy this act.

You clinged onto Aemond as the brothers both rammed into you at such a fast pace that made you see stars, you clenched your eyes shut at the new sensations they were making you feel, and soon you're moving in rhythm along with them.

“Fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum.” Aegon grunts, his thrusts eventually becoming sloppy, “Me too.” You tell him and Aemond takes that as a cue to thrust faster into you, his hips ramming against you, the sound of flesh slapping rapidly fills the room.

Once again, you're blinded by the pleasure that was ripped from you, you came with a loud moan just as simultaneously as Aegon did, he pulled out and came on your back, he couldn't help but watch in awe as his seed dripped down onto your ass cheeks.

Aemond's pace became slow and messy, indicating that he was near too, “I'm gonna cum inside you, get you pregnant alright? This time you'll carry my child, not Aegon's. I'll make sure of it.” He grunts out mindlessly, pressing you down tightly to his chest, and Aegon just snickers. “Only time will tell, Brother.” Aegon replies snarky.

And with that, Aemond finishes inside you, shooting his seed far up into your walls, and you just nod silently, processing his words, his grip loosens after he finishes you fall off him and onto the bed, and soon Aegon collapses tiredly as well.

You hoped silently, that this would be the last of it, and that you'll not have to do this again, though it was enjoyable— it was humiliating, you were not that kind of lady that indulges in such depravity, maybe you'll be able to forget this and move on as if it never happened.

You prayed to the gods desperately.

But the gods are cruel.

Such encounters became frequent, Aegon and Aemond were enjoying it too much to stop, and soon you eventually got used to the routine, yet you couldn't help but feel guilty when you'd go to the sept with Alicent, when she prays that Aemond can find a good match, when she talks about the proposals that came for Aemond to you, unbeknownst to the fact that her son was constantly fucking you and was way too obsessed with you to let go of you and marry another woman.

He'd began fuck you without Aegon being involved and when you told Aegon about it, he simply shrugged furthermore simply allowing him to do so, telling you that it was his duty as a brother to let Aemond have the things he wants, the very same excuse he used during the first time.

“So, what do you think about Floris Baratheon? Do you think she's a good match for you?” Alicents voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you stare at her, who is addressing Aemond, who seemed to be as disinterested as ever.

“She's decent.” He replies shortly before he turns his gaze to you, and you immediately avoid it, staring at Alicent instead who sighs in annoyance, soon; the feeling of stickiness between your legs—which you've tried to ignore— becomes more imminent the longer he stares at you.

And guilt overwhelms you, you didn't know why you were even joining this meeting with Alicent, you –infact– hated it, knowing that moments prior to this, you were fucking Aemond in the secret hallways of the keep.

And that his seed was currently dripping out of you.

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“My dear, you should probably leave, you cannot be watching this all whilst also grieving…” Alicent trails off, not wanting to mention your son. You shook your head, trying to stay strong.

You were watching the maesters for a few moments, when you felt the presence enter the room, It was Aemond.

Aemond walked in quietly and rested his hands on the sides of the bed, he was looming over Aegon’s body with a menacing stature

He turned and stared at you.

And you swore you saw a glint of satisfaction on his expression.

You felt like throwing up.

You snapped your head away from his direction when you heard Aegon huffing for air, sniffling when you looked at the raw wounds, tears glazed your eyes, looking at your husband in such a state.

He wasn't able to breathe properly, taking sharp breaths for he couldn't inhale, there was a pit forming in your stomach as you stared further, the maesters treated his wounds, you felt helpless.

Aemond still hasn't left the room yet, watching you sob for his brother, he furrowed his brows in annoyance.

“Somebody would need to rule in his stead.” Aemond speaks and you were in disbelief, his brother is hurt badly and those are the first words he speaks? He doesn't even ask the maesters if his brother is alive.

Alicent glares at him, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Your grace, I advise you all leave the chamber, we are about to begin the second treatment, and it isn't pleasant on the eyes.” The maester informs you and you nod slowly, feeling devastated after seeing your husband in such a horrible position.

Alicent walks out first in a hurry, probably going to Ser criston cole to inquire about what happened.

But you knew.

Aemond was definitely involved with this.

You walk out slowly, Aemond following you out right behind you, you tried your best to ignore him and walk away, but bubbling rage simmered inside you, knowing that he was at fault for this.

Your wrist was grabbed harshly by Aemond before he pulled you into a small corridor and slammed you against the wall. The rage you tried to hold in so badly bursted out in flames. You slapped Aemond across the face.

He was shocked.

The shock was quickly replaced by anger as he grabs your neck, holding you against the wall and tightens his grip around your neck, you feel yourself getting light headed from losing air.

“It was you- wasn't it?” You choke out angrily and Aemond smirks, closing his grip further. Your mind began to spin, you clawed at his arm trying to get him to release you, yet it's all in vain.

“Why are you upset?” He genuinely questions and loosens his grip slightly, you look at him dumbfounded, in disbelief that he doesn't feel the weight of this situation right now.

“How can I not be?! You've tried to kill your own brother! My Lord husband! Your King!” You yell at him, and he shakes his head, “It was a mistake- he happened to get caught in the crossfire—”

“Oh save the excuses, Aemond.” You scoff and he immediately releases his hold on your neck, making you cough as you try to inhale air, whilst gently massaging the area he grabbed.

“You and I, we both know that there is no chance that you would happen to mistakenly burn him, you plotted it, all for what?” You ask, staring right into his eye. “For his throne? For the power? What have you achieved through this? You've lost a dragon, your stupid decision will cost us a great loss to us.” You try to feed him common sense, yet the expression on his face remains unchanged.

“I did this for the years of humiliation I had endured, I deserve this as compensation, don't you think?” He whispers menacingly and you feel shivers up your spine. “You want him to compensate with his life? Have you lost it?” You argue.

“I've lost everything I wanted to him.” He twists up an answer, “He isn't worthy of a dragon, yet sunfyre was hatched to him, he isn't worthy of the power, yet it was given to him, he isn't worthy of being a king, yet he is, he isn't worthy of you, yet he has you.” Aemond grits his teeth in anger.

“Everything I wanted was given to him. All because he was the first born, is it not unfair?” He looks you in the eyes. You look down, closing your eyes; taking deep breaths. “But he doesn't deserve such a punishment.” You mumble.

Aemond grabs your shoulders gently, his touch now more forgiving than previously, he hooks his index finger under your jaw and tilts your head to face him. His thumb softly caresses your check. “I did this for us.” He sighs and you shake your head. “You had admitted yourself that you do not love Aegon, so why does it bother you so much?” He pries.

“Because I care for him as his wife, he may not have been the best husband, yet he was understanding.” You begin “In fact, he was the reason why we were both able to discover each other.” You finish.

Aemond is reminded of the past you three had shared, an utmost act of depravity and desperation, you had been shared by the brothers with a mutual agreement, he had to admit, his brother was indeed the reason why he was able to finally have you.

“And he mourned in your stead at the loss of our son, even though he knew it wasn't his.” You grit your teeth, clenching them as grief overwhelms you at the thought of your son, who had been a victim of murder. “While you were fucking your whore.” You recalled.

You were angry with Aemond for a lot of reasons, how could he betray his own family? He had been absent the night your son was murdered, and he hasn't shown any emotion since then. “You are aware that I cannot mourn publicly for our son.” He reasoned but you scoffed, “What about in private? Have you ever told me that you felt sorry? Have you ever tried to comfort me? It was Aegon who reached out to me when I was grieving.” You cry out, all the pain you were holding in your heart pouring out.

“He must've been a great person to you, but he hasn't to me.” Aemond counters back, and you let out a heavy sigh, not wanting to argue anymore, this war has taken a toll on you.

It felt like you were talking to a wall, pushing off his hand and turning to leave, but you are immediately stopped by Aemond blocking your escape with his arm.

“It might not look like it, but I too am grieving for the loss of our son.” He whispers, “I want to destroy the ones who caused this, and Aegon being in the rule will not let it happen easily, he is an idiot.” He tries justifying his actions, but you only glare at him.

“So you will be succeeding in his stead?” You ask and he nods, “Jaehaerys, my son, Aegon's heir, is still alive.” You furrow your brows, “Unless.. Don't tell me you're planning to take that child away from me too? For your greediness?” You question and he shakes his head “He is a child, the council will decide who will be the best candidate.” He replies.

“I can't believe you, Aemond, I barely recognize the man you've become.” You weep, Aemond pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you into a hug, you do not hug him back.

“I sometimes wish that it was Jaehaerys who died instead of our son Rhaegar.” He mutters and you push away from the hug, looking at him with disgust. “You picked him, did you not?” Aemond hits the sore spot, reminding you of the incident in detail.

“They made me choose.” You breath heavily, body trembling as you recall the traumatic night, “And you chose to keep Jaehaerys.” He clenches his teeth in anger. “No.” You reply.

“What?” He questions.

“I chose Rhaegar to keep, but they were cruel and killed him instead.” Tears stream down your face, “I did not want to choose, I did not want to choose! I do not favour any of my sons above each other, I could barely escape with Jaehaerys in time.” You sniff, fists clenching as you recall the incident.

His eye widened at the revelation.

The main reason for him not mourning for Rhaegar was the anger he held towards you for choosing Jaehaerys over his son, yet he couldn't take it out on you as you were grieving too, but something about this provided him comfort.

He's sick in the head, he feels happy knowing you'd always choose him, his blood, his legacy.

He wipes your tears away, “I apologise, it was insensitive of me.” He wipes the tears off your cheek with the sleeve of his clothes, you couldn't help but stare at him.

He pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, giving you all the affection you need to calm down, kissing your forehead, rubbing your back, holding your hand in reassurance. You found it odd.

You bask in his momentary comfort for a bit before you hear footsteps and push him away, running off in the other direction towards the nursery, where your son Jaehaerys resided.

The council meeting ended with the conclusion that Aemond would be the prince regent.

Excited would be an understatement, he finally has the power he wanted.

They immediately begin to plan for the next step to take in the war.

The evening fell swiftly, Aegon had been treated to the best of the maesters ability, and you visited him on the eve, still not being able to stomach the sight. You had bought Jaehaerys in when the maesters had covered up all his wounds.

Jaehaerys rushed over to his father's side, “Mother, what has happened to father?” He asks you, wondering why his dad was in such a terrible state, “He got injured.” You reply, “Who hurt him?” He asks unknowingly, you bite your lip, and shake your head, “It is unknown, he got hurt in the war.” You tell him and he nods.

Aegon was taking in gasps of air, as he was not able to breathe normally, his eyes remained shut.

You and Jaehaerys both stayed in the chamber for a while, you watched in sorrow as Jaehaerys rambled on and on to his father about the things he did the time he was gone. You smiled when he leaned in close to whisper in his dad's ear, likely something he doesn't want you to know.

You wondered if Rhaegar would also be spending time with Aemond, if he wasn't—

You cut yourself off from the thoughts. Refusing to entertain them further, because you had to be strong.

“Jaehaerys, let's leave, your father probably needs rest, it's best not to bother him anymore.” You extend your hand out, Jaehaerys rushes over and grabs it with his tiny hand, before saying his goodbye to his father and leaving the chamber with you. You swore you heard him say your name but you brushed it off thinking that it was probably your mind.

The child's room was heavily guarded now, with more than four knights just looking after him. You felt safer but it did not undo the anxiety you still had.

You read Jaehaerys a bedtime story, to which he fell asleep quickly too, you kissed him on the forehead and left the room. You did not want to, but you had to.

Because the prince regent has called for you.

You rushed to his chambers.

“You called for me?” You waste no time, asking him upon entering and he nods, you felt his demeanour change completely, he seemed entirely different now. There was a vast contrast in his personality from the morning.

“I wanted to spend time with you.”

He could not be serious.

“Aemond, are you out of your mind-” He cuts you off, grabbing you by your hand and pulling you into a kiss. You wanted to resist, you wanted to push him away, but the minute his lips came in contact with yours, you melted.

It felt wrong.

It was wrong.

But something in the rhythm of his lips held a sweet melody that comforted you. You sighed heavily, your lips moving against his, reciprocating his feelings.

His hand snaked around your waist pulling you close against his body, flushing yours with his, he held your face tightly with his other hand, caressing your cheek while kissing you. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders for support.

He pulls away momentarily looking at you, searching for approval in your eyes but you pull him back into the kiss, indicating that you do want this.

He picks you up all of a sudden, you shriek in surprise grabbing tightly onto him to balance yourself, he takes you to his bed, laying you down and continuing to kiss you.

He pushes you further up the bed, you spread your legs to accommodate him as he continues to pepper your lips and cheeks with his kisses.

You flip around the position so that you're now on top, catching him by surprise, you climb onto his lap, straddling him before showering his neck with kisses. His hands busy themselves with undoing your dress, pulling at the strings that are holding the top part of your dress together.

You gasp for air, pulling from the kiss and looking him in the eye. He pushes a few stray strands away from your face, tucking them behind your ear, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip to collect the wetness that resided there.

“Gevie.” (beautiful) He whispers, staring at you in awe.

You hug him, laying on his chest, before finally breaking down, crying onto his shoulders, clinging onto his clothes. He caresses your head, comforting you.

He flips the position around again, now he's on top of you.

You lay there, staring at him with teary eyes, his tongue coming in contact with your cheek, licking up the droplet of tears, you felt butterflies in your gut. He kisses your eyes before he pulls back.

He sits back on his haunch, pushing your skirt up, bunching it up against your thighs before he pulls off the stockings you had on. Your thighs trembled when you felt his cool hand graze against them.

He threw them off the bed before he hooked his hands underneath your thigh, pulling you down as he went down underneath your skirt.

His lips caught your sensitive bud immediately, latching onto it for dear life. You grabbed his head out of instinct, hips lifting up slightly. You spread your legs wider, making it easier for him. His tongue swirled around your entrance before he swiped it up, latching onto your clit again.

He suckled onto it, the sensation drew you insane, you gasped for air, whining slightly as Aemond continued his ministrations.

You felt the familiar itchiness begin to bloom in your lower abdomen, you grind your face against his in desperation, wanting to feel the sweet feeling which you haven't felt for a while, and your wish comes true when your body convulses as the pleasure overtakes it.

You let out a loud moan of his name, making him groan in pleasure as well.

He lets you ride out your orgasm before he pulls apart, licking his lips, tasting your juices once again. He doesn't waste anymore time before undoing his breeches, pulling them halfway. His tip was leaking.

You waited in anticipation as Aemond positioned himself between your legs, pushing his cock into your cunt. You gripped the bedsheets when you felt the stretch. He hooked both of your legs onto his shoulders before he moved.

His movement showed desperation, his thrusts were hard and rough, he gripped your thighs harshly, leaving his nail bites onto your soft flesh. Your mind was spinning from the way he moved inside you, your body arched in pleasure.

He pushes your legs against your chest, hunching over as he moves faster, his tip kissed your sweet spot gently, He trembled moaning at the way your cunt clenched around his cock.

“Fuck fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He praises, his rhythm beginning falter, you blush at his words, clenching around him once again that drove him inside.

His cock penetrated your walls with utmost determination and precision to make you finish first before he did, your sweet spot was being poked over and over again, he understood that when you would gasp loudly.

The repeated disturbance caused a fire prickling in your stomach before you felt it suddenly go out, its smoke spreading all throughout your body, blinding you as you felt lightheaded.

“Oh fuck Aemond!” You threw your head back, hands clenching against the sheets tightly as the intense pleasure hit you hard.

He moaned loudly too, his cock spurted out his seed inside you, painting your walls with his essence. He collapsed on top of you immediately right after, his body giving up finally.

You both caught your breaths slowly, letting the feelings soak in, you felt a wet droplet on your shoulder trail down, and then another one, it began to continue like rain. You realised that Aemond was crying.

You held him closely, hugging him.

You did not say anything, letting him cry his feelings out of his body through the tears.

You both basked in the fleeting moment of comfort as you knew that nothing will ever go back to the way it was before.

Aemond knew too, he had become a monster in your eyes.

A monster you loved.

No,

A monster you still love.

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“okay- rude.” gojo scoffs, but his voice cracks a little when your fingers slip beneath the waistband of his sweats. “i’m mentally prepared.”

“oh, i’m sure you’ve practiced,” you giggle, palming the hard outline pressing through his boxers. “all that edging you do before you cum on your own chest? yeah?”

“that was one time—”

“mmhm,” you hum, tugging them down with a little flourish, letting your breath catch dramatically when his cock springs out. “oh… wow.”

his whole face glows red. “…why’d you say it like that.”

“no, it’s just…” your tongue slips across your lower lip as you wrap your hand around the base, gently pumping him once, twice. he jerks. twitches. actually gasps.

“oh my god,” he whimpers.

you look up at him with a little tilt of your head, eyes wide and sweet. “babe.”

“no, no- i’m good,” he quickly reassures, blinking fast, mouth already parted. “you just- your hand’s so warm. it’s just- fuck, okay—”

you blink up at him.

he is so pink. his chest is flushed, his abs tensing, his hips already bucking forward into your grip like he needs it.

“you sure you’re good?” you ask sweetly, thumbing at his tip, watching the way his whole body trembles.

“y-yeah,” he breathes. “keep going.”

so you do.

you ease him down onto your bed, straddle him, let your fingers trail up his stomach— watching him squirm, so eager and open and already sweating. he’s waaay bigger than you expected— long and thick and flushed pink at the head, curved slightly upwards like he was made to fit inside you. leaking already, throbbing in your grip. you’re wet just from looking at him. he looks like he’s about tio cry.

you roll your hips against his, slow and teasing.

“can i put it in?” he asks, hand flying to your waist. “i wanna- i wanna be inside. please?”

you bite back a smile.

“you’re already begging?” you purr.

“no- i’m just ready,” he says, determined. but his voice is already shaky, pupils blown out. “c’mon, let me fuck you.”

“fuck me?” you echo, faux innocent. “you sure you don’t mean cum instantly inside me and cry about it?”

“i won’t,” he whines, “just let me prove it, i’ll last, i swear! just- just sit on it, please—”

and so you do.

you stroke him a few more times, nice and slow, watching his chest heave with every pump of your hand. you line yourself up, panties pushed to the side, slick dripping from your folds already. and the second you sink down, you hear it—

“nnghh- f-fuck—”

a wet, desperate moan, strangled from his throat. his back arches violently. his eyes snap shut. you don’t even get halfway before you feel it; hot, thick spurts, hips quivering, his hands scrabbling at your waist.

“shitshit- oh my god- i didn’t mean to- i didn’t mean to cum yet, fuck, i’m sorry, i didn’t even move yet, i’m sorry—!”

you freeze. then slowly lift yourself off him— just a little— and feel the messy warmth already spilling out of you. dripping down his cock. twitching in your pussy.

you blink.

he looks absolutely wrecked.

red in the face, sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead, lips parted in a panicked moan as he gasps. considering how short that was, there sure was way too much cum leaking out of you.

“you lasted like… three strokes.”

“it was- i didn’t know you’d feel that good- fuck, please, i’ll make it up to you—”

“baby,” you coo, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “that was adorable.”

“don’t say that,” he groans with a hand over his face, blushing furiously. “i literally lasted ten seconds, this is a nightmare—”

“don’t be embarrassed.” you kiss the corner of his mouth, then trail down to his neck, sucking softly. “you just need a ‘lil more training.”

he shudders.

“i’ll train you,” you whisper. “we’ll get your stamina up, hm? maybe i’ll tie you down next time and make you edge yourself while i watch. no touching me till you prove you can last. think you’d pass that test, baby?”

he lets out a tiny choked sound.

his cock is already pulsing back to life.

“that’s a no,” you giggle.

“fuck,” he whines. “you’re evil..”

“mm, i’m just good at sex.”

“too good,” he whimpers, burying his face in your chest as you cradle him. “my dick’s gonna cry.”

“don’t worry,” you hum, licking your lips as you roll your hips again, feeling him stiffen beneath you— “i’ll help you get better.”

and by the third round, he’s sobbing into the pillow while you ride him, whispering filthy encouragement against his ear as he gasps your name, trembling from the overstimulation.

“gonna cum for me again, pretty boy?”

“y-yes, p-please, i can’t- i can’t stop—”

“that’s okay,” you murmur softly as your hips slap against his, “don’t stop. i wanna drain you.”

he listens, of course.

Choso chokes on his own gasping breath, tongue twisting shallowly inside you and searching for the pretty noises he knows you can make for him. Your hand pats his head condescendingly when he latches onto your clit and suckles, his fingers dug into your hips to smother himself with the taste of you like he never wants to let go of the supple flesh he finds there.

The humiliation burns across his face, hot and glaringly obvious; redness rests high on his cheekbones, creeping across to his bare back, snaking onto his neck. There’s no real need for him to be shirtless other than the fact you like to ogle him when he eats you out; you like lying there as he uses his mouth to make you cum while you stare hazily at the dreamy sight of his back and shoulders rolling.

You like to grin lazily down at your boyfriend and see the way his biceps flex to pin your rocking hips to his greedy tongue, the way his back muscles ripple when he humps into the mattress. You wouldn’t mind if he was fully naked, but Choso’s the one who insists on keeping his underwear on.

Every time, he’ll mumble something about the cold or a half-baked excuse about how he’s embarrassed about you seeing his ass when he gets up, but really?

He just likes the way you humiliate him.

Choso is deeply, pathetically into the way you laugh in his blushing face after he inevitably cums in his boxers. Like, reallyyy into it, to the point that the thought consumes him when he's looking online for a few new pairs of underwear- where would a damp patch be more obvious? The black or the grey?

The grey, obviously. Which is why he's wearing them right now.

He’ll crawl up on shaky arms to allow you to tease the waistband and the trail of hair above it, whimpering when you palm the damp patch over his cock and grin. “Awwwhh, Cho…” you say meanly, thumbing the tip through the fabric as it scratches the sensitive head, “you came that easily? Gosh, you’re so pathetic.”

And he’ll nod vehemently, face flaming as you bully him, strong arms resting either side of your much smaller frame as he lets you keep talking. Much like you are now.

“Pathetic.” You breathe out, voice tinged with something disgustingly close to sappy lovesickness as you brush brunette locks from his sweaty forehead. “All for me, hm?”

He moans in agreement, eyes fluttering closed when you grip his head to stuff him between your soft thighs harder. “I didn’t hear you, Cho.” You sulk. “I thought good puppies used their words.”

"It's all for you." He groans, kitten-licking your clit. "Nobody else could ever make me like this, baby. Just need you-" He dives back in, eager as ever, but your nails dig hard into his head to rip him away. "Ah-ah," you say sweetly, in love with the way his eyes dilate as he gazes at your soaked cunt, "and what are you, puppy?"

His voice cracks when he pulls away from your weeping pussy, still keeping his thumb rotating on your buzzing clit to work you up to an eventual orgasm. “I…” he whispers, eyes brimming with tears. “I’m pathetic.”

You’d feel awful if he didn’t ask you to be like this with him.

“I’m so pathetic.” He sobs out, tongue licking a flat stripe across your cunt. “So, so pathetic, can’t h-help myself-“

His voice is stuttering now, tears flowing freely down his cheeks as you gently coax him into stuffing you with his fingers again. When he does, your head tips back against the pillows and you gasp softly. The noise makes Choso’s cock twitch in his underwear.

He’s rutting pathetically into the mattress, like… well, like a dog.

Briefly, Choso imagines how it would feel to take it further and actually act like a dog; he crawls to you enough already, begs to eat your pussy on his knees, so surely buying a pretty little collar (with your name engraved for proof of ownership, of course!) isn’t too far?

And then, he thinks dreamily, wouldn’t you need a lead to go with the collar? You could drag him around on it, tugging when he whimpers about his hands hurting and slapping him to stop his whining. Maybe you’d scold him when he misbehaved and praise him when he gazes up at you with that big, brown, puppy-eyed stare you adore so much on him.

Choso’s so lost in the fantasy he doesn’t notice the way you’ve started trembling around him as he licks you through your second? third? orgasm and into the point of overstimulation.

“Ch-Choso-“ you cry, tugging at his soft locks, “s’too much, oh-“

He keens into your cunt as he keeps licking, more for himself than you as he grinds his thickening cock down into the mattress and ruins his underwear. When he finishes cumming after what feels like forever, he rests his fucked-out face on your inner thigh and lets his cheek smush against the skin.

“Good boy.” You slur, hand resting shakily on his face. Choso whimpers and closes his eyes, but quickly draws himself up to lie beside you and snuggle his face firmly into your neck. "Hm?" You giggle, eyes drifting down to the tent in his underwear. "Did you cum in your boxers again, Cho?" You tut, and the sound makes the soaked patch resting atop the outline of his twitching cock only grow more.

"Sorry..." he whimpers, clearly not sorry at all when you feel something moving against your naked hip. He's humping you, messy and unfocused as his eyes flutter shut and he clutches your body for support.

“Cho…”

“Hnngh- just- please, I’ll be good for you, just let me…” his thoughts melt when you start kissing him, mouth mixing spit with his tongue as his breath hitches.

“Such a good puppy, Cho.” You purr, pressing soft kisses to his face to help him through it as he grinds against your skin. “Always so good for me.”

And then, his undoing. “I love you, Cho.” You breathe into his mouth, “so much.”

“E-even if I’m…” he pants embarrassedly, “if I’m pathetic?”

You smile and brush hair from his teary eyes. “Especially then.”

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a/n: for @f33bs, my favourite Choso puppyplay truther ever

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you cleaned yourself up slowly, got dressed, and left like he asked. the click of the lock behind you felt heavier than it should have.

for the next three days, nothing.

usually he was the one sending the messages: casual “come over?” at random hours, sometimes just a location and a time when he wanted to fuck or chill. sometimes no words at all, just an emoji or a photo of his bed.

but this time? radio silence.

no texts. no calls. no “i’m bored, get here.”

you told yourself it was fine. that it was better this way. that whatever this thing between you was, it was never supposed to last anyway. but every night when your phone stayed quiet, the ache in your chest got a little louder.

on the fourth night, after another long shift where you smiled through gritted teeth and poured drinks like a robot, you finally caved. sitting on the edge of your bed in the dark, still in your work dress, you typed the message with shaking fingers.

“are we okay?”

you hit send before you could overthink it.

it was delivered instantly.

you stared at the screen for almost twenty minutes, refreshing like it would change anything. nothing. just “delivered” mocking you in the quiet of your room.

that was when the spiral really started.

you told yourself you wouldn’t check again, but you did. every hour. every break at work. every time your phone vibrated, you snatched it like a lifeline, only to feel your stomach drop when it wasn’t him.

work became a mess.

you showed up late the next night. your makeup was a little off, your usual bright smile cracked at the edges. when a regular client tried to flirt and grab your waist like always, you flinched hard enough that he noticed. you laughed it off, but the damage was done. your manager pulled you aside after, asking if everything was fine. you lied through your teeth.

you started drinking more during shifts. not enough for anyone to call you out, but enough that the edges blurred. enough that when men said disgusting things, it didn’t sting as sharply. enough that you didn’t care if your laugh sounded fake.

one night you even let a customer tip you extra just to sit in the vip room and stare at your phone under the table, hoping satoru would finally reply. he didn’t.

suguru’s messages kept coming. sweet ones. the kind he used when he wanted something.

“missed you lately.” “where’ve you been?” “let me take you out this weekend.”

you read every single one.

and left them all on delivered.

you couldn’t bring yourself to reply. not when your head was so full of white hair and blue eyes and the way satoru had looked at you like you’d disappointed him. not when the ache in your chest felt bigger than anything suguru had ever made you feel.

every night you came home, took off the tight dress, washed the smell of smoke and cologne off your skin, and crawled into bed wondering why satoru’s silence hurt worse than suguru technically cheating on you.

you felt pathetic.

you felt addicted.

and worst of all — you missed him. not just the sex. you missed the way he used to look at you like he was trying to figure you out. even when it was cruel, at least he was paying attention.

now there was just… nothing.

you kept telling yourself it was temporary. that satoru was just busy — college life and all that shit you only ever heard about in passing. the kind of life that had schedules and deadlines and futures attached to it. a life you didn’t live.

maybe juggling classes really was harder than working nights. maybe he was buried in lectures and caffeine and barely had time to breathe, let alone text the girl he was just fucking. you tried to convince yourself of that on the good hours. it made the ache feel a little less personal.

on the bad hours, the thoughts turned sharper.

what if he was laughing about it with suguru?

the image wouldn’t leave your head. the two of them at some apartment, drinks in hand, satoru leaning back with that lazy smirk saying, “you won’t believe how fast she folded. still checking her phone for you though.” suguru chuckling like it was just another story. like you were the punchline they both saw coming.

you hated how easily your brain supplied the scene.

work stayed steady, but you moved through it like you were underwater. you smiled when you had to. laughed at the right moments. poured drinks with steady hands. but your mind kept drifting. during quiet stretches between tables, you’d slip your phone out just to stare at the delivered message. still no reply. still blue ticks that never came.

at home, you’d lie in bed replaying every second of that last night. the way he’d tossed the towel. the flat tone when he told you to lock the door. the way he didn’t even look back before disappearing into the shower.

you started doing small things to fill the quiet. cleaning your already-clean apartment. scrolling through old photos you had no business keeping. rereading suguru’s unread messages and feeling nothing but guilt for ignoring them. you didn’t reply to him either. not because you were strong, but because even the idea of talking to him felt like betrayal to whatever fragile thing you had with satoru.

pathetic, really.

you caught yourself wondering what satoru was doing at 2 a.m. while you were still in your work heels. was he asleep? studying? out with friends? with someone else?

the thought of him with another girl made your stomach twist, but you forced it down. you had no right to that jealousy. you never did.

by the end of the week, the spiral had settled into something quieter. heavier. a constant low hum under your skin. you still went to work. you still paid your bills. you still smiled when customers called you pretty.

but at night, when the apartment was too quiet and your phone stayed dark, you let yourself feel it fully — the missing, the shame, the fear that satoru had finally seen you clearly and decided you weren’t worth the trouble.

you wondered if he ever thought about you at all.

the next night, the club was the usual haze of dim lights, loud music, and expensive perfume. you were halfway through your shift, moving on autopilot, when you passed by the small staff corner near the bar. two of your co-hostesses were whispering, heads close together, giggling.

“the white haired guy’s in the vip again,” one of them said, fanning herself dramatically. “fuck, he’s so hot. like model hot. those eyes? deadly.”

“right? i saw him last time too. loaded as hell. tipped crazy. i’m fighting for that table tonight.”

your stomach flipped so hard you almost dropped the tray you were holding.

white haired guy.

vip.

there was only one person that could be.

satoru.

you stood there frozen for a second, heart suddenly hammering against your ribs. all the spiraling from the past week crashed into you at once — the unread “are we okay?”, the silence, the nights you spent convincing yourself he was just busy with college. and now he was here. in your club. in the vip room.

before you could talk yourself out of it, you walked over.

“hey,” you said, trying to sound casual even though your voice felt thin. “can i bring his drinks instead?”

your co-hostess blinked at you, confused. “wait, you know him?”

you forced a small smile. “kinda. we… have mutual friends.”

she narrowed her eyes for a second, like she was trying to read between the lines, but eventually shrugged. “sure, whatever. he’s in the big private room, table 9. order’s already going up — whiskey, the expensive one.”

you nodded quickly, heart racing as you grabbed the tray with his bottle and glass. your hands were shaking just a little. you smoothed down your dress, checked your reflection in one of the mirrored pillars, and headed upstairs.

the walk to the vip room felt longer than usual. every step made your chest tighter. what if he didn’t want to see you? what if he ignored you completely? what if he was here with someone else?

you paused right outside the door, took a deep breath, then pushed it open with your usual professional smile.

satoru was sitting on the leather couch, legs spread lazily, one arm draped over the backrest. his white hair was a little messy like he’d run his hand through it too many times. he looked good. unfairly good. the moment you stepped inside, his blue eyes lifted and locked onto you.

for a second, neither of you said anything.

you set the tray down carefully on the low table in front of him, pouring his drink with practiced movements even though your pulse was loud in your ears.

“good evening, mr. gojo,” you said softly. “your usual.”

he didn’t answer right away. just watched you. that same intense, unreadable stare that always made you feel stripped bare.

you straightened up, fingers gripping the edge of the tray a little too tightly.

“…hi,” you added, quieter this time. almost hesitant.

satoru leaned back deeper into the couch, eyes flicking over you once before settling on the glass you’d just poured. his expression stayed flat. no smirk. no sharp comment. no familiar spark of cruel amusement. just cold indifference.

he reached forward and took the glass without looking at you again.

“didn’t ask for you,” he said. voice low, casual, like he was commenting on the weather.

the words landed heavy in your chest.

you swallowed, forcing your professional smile to stay in place even as it felt like it was cracking.

“i know. i… offered.”

he took a slow sip, eyes drifting somewhere past your shoulder. the silence stretched. the low hum of the club music vibrated through the floor, but inside the private room it felt suffocatingly quiet.

“you can go,” he finally said, still not meeting your eyes. “tell the other girl to come back if she wants the tip.”

your throat tightened. heat rushed up your neck, a mix of embarrassment and hurt that made your eyes sting.

he was dismissing you. cleanly. coldly. like you were just another hostess. like the past month — the nights in his bed, the way he’d held you after, the way he’d looked at you like he actually saw you — had never happened.

you stood there for another second, hoping he’d say something else. anything. a jab. a mocking laugh. even anger would’ve been better than this nothing.

but satoru just swirled the whiskey in his glass, jaw set, like your presence was barely registering.

“…okay,” you whispered.

you turned to leave, tray clutched against your stomach like a shield. your legs felt unsteady as you walked toward the door.

just before you reached it, his voice cut through the quiet again. flat. detached.

“and close the door properly on your way out.”

no nickname. no teasing. no “baby.”

just that.

you didn’t look back. you couldn’t. you stepped out and let the heavy door click shut behind you, the sound echoing louder in your head than it should have.

you stood in the hallway for what felt like forever, back pressed against the wall, trying to steady your breathing. your eyes were burning but you refused to let the tears fall here. not at work.

then your phone buzzed in your pocket — a message from your co-hostess.

“hey, table 9 still needs someone. the other girls are all tied up with big groups downstairs. can u handle it? sorry.”

you stared at the text. of course. everyone else was busy.

you had no choice.

you wiped under your eyes quickly, fixed your expression into something that almost passed for calm, and pushed the door open again.

satoru was still in the same position — legs spread, glass in hand, staring at nothing in particular. when the door clicked shut behind you, his eyes flicked up. for a split second something crossed his face (annoyance, maybe), but it disappeared just as fast.

“the hell are you still doing here?” he asked. voice cold. flat.

you swallowed hard and stepped closer, tray still in your hands even though it was empty now.

“the other girls are all busy downstairs,” you said quietly. “big groups. i’m… the only one free right now.”

he let out a low breath through his nose, almost a scoff, and looked away again. he took another sip of whiskey, then set the glass down harder than necessary.

“great,” he muttered. “just what i needed.”

the words stung, but you stayed standing there, unsure what to do with yourself. you moved automatically — refilling his glass even though it barely needed it, adjusting the ice with the tongs, anything to keep your hands busy so they wouldn’t shake.

the silence was worse than anything he could’ve said.

you could feel him watching you now, but not in the old way. not with that sharp, curious intensity. this was colder. more distant. like he was looking at a stranger who was mildly inconveniencing him.

after a minute, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“satoru…” you started, voice barely above a whisper.

“don’t,” he cut you off immediately. his tone left no room for argument. “just do your job if you have to be here.”

he leaned back, eyes fixed on the wall instead of you.

“pour the drink. smile. pretend you’re happy to see me like you do with every other guy who walks in here. that’s what you’re good at, right?”

the casual cruelty in his voice made your chest cave in. it was the old satoru — the one who used to tear you down in front of everyone — but colder now. more exhausted. like he didn’t even have the energy to enjoy hurting you anymore.

you bit the inside of your cheek and nodded, forcing that practiced hostess smile back on your face even though it felt like glass.

“yes, mr. gojo.”

you poured his drink slowly, the amber liquid catching the low lights. inside, the spiral was loud again — louder than before.

he really didn’t want you here.

he didn’t even want to look at you.

and yet you were stuck in this room with him, heart pounding, wondering how much more of this you could take before you broke in front of him.

then satoru let out a short, bitter breath. he finally looked at you — really looked — and his eyes were colder than you’d ever seen them.

“you know what’s fucking pathetic?” he said, voice low and sharp. “you’re still waiting for him. even now, i’m guessing.”

your fingers tightened around the bottle.

he leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees.

“suguru treats you like disposable shit. fucks someone else right in front of you basically, sends you sweet little texts when he feels like it, and you still can’t let go.”

his voice rose just a little.

“meanwhile i—” he cut himself off mid-sentence, jaw clenching hard. for a split second his expression fractured, the cold mask slipped and you caught a glimpse of raw frustration, almost pain, flashing in his eyes. his throat bobbed like he was swallowing back whatever else he wanted to say.

he looked away quickly, running a hand through his white hair.

“i gave you the out,” he continued, quieter now, but the edge was still there. “i let you stay in my bed. i fucked you like you mattered. and the second i pull back, you’re back here looking at me with those sad fucking eyes like i’m the one who broke you.”

the tiny crack lingered for another heartbeat — his shoulders tensed like he was fighting himself — before he forced the cold mask back on.

“you really think he’s gonna choose you one day?” he added, voice flatter again. “that’s what you’re holding out for, right? while you let me do you and pretend it was some kind of revenge.”

he reached for the glass, knuckles white.

“just… stop looking at me like that,” he muttered, almost under his breath. “it’s annoying.”

you couldn’t stay quiet anymore. the words spilled out before you could stop them.

“i stopped replying to him,” you said softly, almost pleading. “to suguru. i haven’t answered any of his messages since… since that night.”

satoru stared at you for a long moment. then he let out a low, humorless laugh that sent a chill down your spine.

“for what? a few days?” he said, voice dripping with disbelief and sarcasm. “then what? the next time you’re in my bed again, you’ll be back to talking to him?”

he shook his head, leaning back against the couch with that cold, distant look returning full force.

“don’t bullshit me. we both know how this goes.”

you stood there, tray still clutched in your hands, chest aching. the confusion hit you harder than the sting of his words.

“i don’t understand why you’re acting like this,” you whispered, voice cracking slightly. “you were the one who told me to leave that night. you haven’t texted in days. and now you’re mad at me like i did something wrong?”

satoru didn’t reply. he just stared at the glass in his hand.

you took a shaky breath and stepped closer.

“tell me,” you said softly. “please. just tell me what’s going on.”

he stayed quiet for a long moment. the music from downstairs felt distant. the only sound in the room was the faint clink of ice against glass as he swirled it slowly.

then, without looking at you, he spoke.

“if i was sleeping with you…” his voice was low, almost detached. “and you found out i was still fucking with some other girl… would you like that?”

the words hit you like cold water.

you froze.

he finally lifted his eyes to meet yours. that tiny crack was back — wider this time — a mix of frustration, jealousy, and something vulnerable he was clearly trying to bury.

“would you be okay with it?” he continued, voice quieter but sharper. “knowing i was texting her sweet shit behind your back? letting you think you were the only one while i kept her around?”

“satoru…” you breathed, voice barely audible.

he looked away again, jaw tight, like saying it out loud had cost him something.

“doesn’t feel good, does it?” he muttered.

you stood there, the weight of his words sinking deeper with every second. the realization hit you in quiet waves — how you had kept one foot with suguru even while you were in satoru’s bed. the guilt settled heavy in your throat.

you went silent. completely silent. eyes burning, lips pressed tight as you tried to hold it together.

satoru noticed immediately.

his gaze sharpened on your face, and for a moment the cold mask slipped again. he exhaled sharply through his nose.

“don’t fucking cry,” he said, voice rough, almost annoyed. but there was no real bite behind it this time. it sounded more like a plea than a command. like he couldn’t handle seeing you break right now.

you blinked hard, looking down at the tray in your hands instead of at him. the tears were already threatening anyway.

satoru was quiet for a few seconds. then he leaned back, running a hand through his hair.

“what time does your shift end?” he asked, tone flatter but no longer completely detached.

you looked up, surprised.

“…two,” you answered softly.

he nodded once, eyes flicking away again.

“i’ll wait. i’ll drive you home after.”

he said it like it was nothing. like it didn’t cost him anything. but the way his fingers tapped restlessly against the glass told you otherwise.

you swallowed, heart twisting in a dozen confusing directions.

“you don’t have to—”

“i know,” he cut you off, voice low. “just… finish your shift. i’ll be here.”

the silence that followed wasn’t as heavy as before, but it was still loaded. something had shifted. he was still keeping his walls up, still cold in places, but he wasn’t pushing you away completely anymore.

you gave a small nod and quietly left the room to continue your shift, legs unsteady the whole way.

the rest of the night dragged. every minute felt longer knowing he was upstairs waiting.

the rest of your shift passed in a blur. you moved through the motions, smiling when required, but your mind stayed upstairs in that vip room. when two o’clock finally came, you changed out of your work dress as fast as you could and went back up.

satoru was already waiting by the entrance of the club, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. he didn’t say anything when he saw you. just pushed off the wall and started walking toward the parking lot. you followed quietly.

the car ride was silent at first.

he drove with one hand on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road. the city lights dragged across his face in streaks of neon. you sat in the passenger seat, hands clasped tight in your lap, stealing glances at him every few seconds. the tension from earlier still lingered, thick and heavy between you.

neither of you spoke for most of the drive.

only the low hum of the engine and the occasional sound of traffic filled the space. you wanted to say something — anything — but the words kept getting stuck in your throat.

then, as he slowed down and started to turn toward your usual street, you felt it hit you all at once. the thought of going back to your quiet, empty apartment. the same bed where you’d spent nights staring at your phone waiting for him. the loneliness that had been chewing at you for days.

your voice came out before you could stop it.

“satoru… wait.”

he glanced at you, eyebrows slightly raised, but didn’t turn the wheel yet.

“i don’t wanna stay at my apartment tonight,” you said quietly, almost embarrassed. your fingers twisted together. “i feel… lonely.”

the words hung in the air.

satoru didn’t answer right away. he kept driving straight for a few more seconds, jaw tight, like he was fighting with himself. the car slowed at the intersection.

you kept your eyes on your lap.

“you can just drop me off somewhere else if you want,” you added quickly. “or… nevermind. it’s stupid. i just—”

“stop,” he cut you off, voice low.

he didn’t turn toward your street.

instead, he drove past it, continuing straight. his grip on the steering wheel tightened for a moment before loosening again.

“you’re coming to mine,” he said flatly. no question. no warmth. just a simple statement.

you looked at him, surprised. his face stayed mostly blank, but you caught the way his throat moved when he swallowed. another tiny crack.

the rest of the ride stayed quiet, but it felt different now. heavier. like both of you knew something was about to shift again once you got to his apartment.

the drive ended too quietly. satoru parked in his usual spot under the building, killed the engine, and got out without a word. you followed him up to his apartment, the familiar hallway lights feeling strangely heavier tonight.

he unlocked the door and held it open for you. no teasing. no smirk. just a simple gesture.

“you can stay in my room,” he said flatly as he kicked off his shoes. “i’ll take the couch if you want.”

you shook your head quickly.

“no… i want to stay with you. in your room.”

he paused for a second, then gave a small nod. “fine.”

the apartment was dark and quiet, only the city glow coming through the tall windows. you both moved around silently — you going to the bathroom to wash your face, him grabbing water from the kitchen. when you finally stepped into his bedroom, he was already there, pulling an extra shirt from his drawer and tossing it onto the bed for you.

you changed into it while he turned his back, giving you privacy. then both of you climbed into his bed.

silence.

thick, heavy silence.

you lay on your side facing him. he lay on his back, one arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling. the space between your bodies felt like a canyon even though it was only a few inches. neither of you spoke for what felt like forever. you could hear his breathing, steady but not relaxed.

minutes passed.

you watched the way the city lights moved across his sharp jawline, the way his white lashes cast faint shadows on his cheeks. the ache in your chest from the whole week — from his silence, from his coldness, from missing him — became too much.

slowly, carefully, you shifted closer.

you leaned in first and kissed him.

soft. hesitant. just lips brushing against his.

satoru went completely still.

for a few seconds he didn’t kiss you back. his body tensed like he was fighting it. then he pulled away slightly, turning his head.

“you need to rest,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “it’s late.”

you didn’t move away. your hand came up to rest lightly on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart.

“i want you…” you whispered against his mouth, voice barely audible. “please, satoru.”

another beat of silence.

you could feel him struggling — the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to touch you but was holding back. the way his breathing changed.

“you’re tired,” he said again, weaker this time. “and i’m still… fuck, i’m still pissed at you.”

but even as he said it, his hand slowly moved to your waist, gripping the fabric of his shirt you were wearing. not pushing you away. just holding.

you kissed him again, a little deeper this time. a little more desperate.

this time, he didn’t pull back.

his lips finally moved against yours — slow, almost reluctant at first, like he was still trying to convince himself this was a bad idea. but the longer you kissed him, the more the hesitation melted. his hand slid under the shirt, palm warm against your bare skin, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together.

the slow burn built between you. no rush. just heavy breathing, quiet sighs, hands exploring like it was the first time again. his kisses grew hungrier, but still controlled. like he was scared of giving in too fast.

“tell me to stop,” he breathed against your neck, lips dragging over your skin. “if you’re just doing this because you’re lonely… tell me to stop.”

you shook your head, fingers threading through his soft white hair.

“i don’t want you to,” you whispered.

you kissed him again, deeper this time, and satoru finally gave in.

his hand gripped your waist tighter, pulling you on top of him. the kiss turned intense fast — hungry, messy, almost desperate. he sucked on your bottom lip, tongue sliding against yours as his hands roamed under the shirt, squeezing your ass and pulling you down against his growing hardness.

“fuck,” he muttered against your mouth. “you’re really not gonna let me be mad at you tonight, huh?”

you ground against him, already wet and aching. he groaned low in his throat and flipped you onto your back, settling between your legs. he didn’t tease for long. he pushed his shirt up your body, mouth latching onto your neck, then your tits, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks while two fingers slid inside you, curling roughly.

you moaned, back arching. he added a third finger, fucking you with them fast and deep, thumb pressing on your clit until your thighs were shaking.

“satoru—”

“yeah?” he breathed, voice rough. “this what you wanted?”

he pulled his fingers out, replaced them with his cock in one smooth thrust. you gasped at the stretch. he didn’t give you time to adjust — he started fucking you hard, deep, hips snapping against yours with wet, obscene sounds. every thrust pushed a broken moan out of you.

it was intense. almost punishing. like he was still angry but couldn’t stop himself from wanting you.

after a while he pulled out, breathing heavy.

“turn around,” he ordered, voice low.

you got on all fours, face pressed into the pillow. satoru knelt behind you, gripping your hips hard as he pushed back in. the new angle made you cry out. he fucked you deeper like this, one hand fisting your hair, the other slapping your ass once, twice, before holding you in place.

your phone was lying on the bed near the headboard. it started ringing.

the screen lit up.

suguru.

satoru saw the name immediately. his thrusts slowed down, turning into deep, lazy grinds, dragging his cock against your walls teasingly. he didn’t say a word. just kept moving slowly while staring at the screen.

you reached for the phone with a shaky hand, declined the call, then quickly went to his contact and blocked the number. you even deleted the chat.

when you looked back at satoru over your shoulder, he was smiling — that sharp, satisfied, dangerous little smile.

he snapped his hips forward hard and started fucking you faster. rougher. pounding into you mercilessly, the sound of skin slapping loud in the room. his grip on your hips turned bruising as he pulled you back onto his cock with every brutal thrust.

“for how long is he blocked?” he asked, voice low and mocking, still smiling as he railed you. “five hours? twelve?”

you shook your head quickly, moaning with every hard thrust.

“no… no—”

“when you’re back at your place,” he continued, panting slightly but still teasing, still arrogant, “you gonna talk to him again?”

you kept shaking your head desperately, tears of pleasure stinging your eyes.

“no— i won’t— i promise—”

he fucked you faster. rougher. pounding into you with renewed force, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. his grip on your hips was bruising as he pulled you back onto his cock with every thrust.

“fuck yes,” he groaned, voice rough with pleasure. “that better be true. fuck…”

you could barely think. every hard thrust made your eyes roll back, moans spilling out uncontrollably. satoru leaned over you, one hand sliding between your legs to rub your clit fast while he kept fucking you mercilessly from behind.

“mine now,” he whispered against your ear, biting your shoulder. “say it.”

“yours— satoru, nggggh— ‘m yours,” you cried out, clenching hard around him.

he groaned loudly, pace turning erratic as he chased his release. you came first, shaking and moaning into the pillow. satoru followed right after, burying himself deep and filling you up with hot, thick pulses, hips stuttering against your ass as he rode it out.

both of you collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard.

he stayed inside you for a while, arms wrapped around your waist, face pressed against the back of your neck.

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the door shuts behind you with a resolute click, music pounding faintly under the cracks of its frame. muted, distant. his spot of choice is a pantry a bit off from the main one in the kitchen, packed full of unopened snacks and crap ton of solo cups.

you're the one to cut through the silence, "..what'd you wanna talk about?" the shoes are awfully interesting now that he has you alone, pinching your toes, straps digging into soft skin. you chance a glance up at him through your lashes, finding bright blues even in the mostly dark room. fixed on your features with an intensity that makes your stomach lurch, grip tightening around the condensation slick cup.

"just wanted to know why my smart girl is avoiding me." to think he'd even noticed you pulling away. not that you were being subtle about it - his messages had gone unanswered, usual spots avoided or outright abandoned.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” your hands feel uncomfortably clammy. you wipe them down the front of the dress, immediately regretting the action when you remember that it isn't even yours.

it's far too cramped in here, satoru's too close and it does something to your psyche that you don't appreciate in the slightest. it's like close proximity reroutes any brain signal that tells you to maintain self preservation, instead keeping you rooted in his space. “and I wasn’t ignoring you, I got busy.” your eyes find him again, lie burning your throat, “midterm stuff, you know?”

“ah, right. same midterms that ended a week ago.” he reaches to retrieve the cup you’ve been nursing for the past couple minutes, placing it somewhere in your peripheral.

lengthy fingers find your now freed hand, lacing it with his like it’s the most casual thing in the world. his thumb brushes your pulse point and you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is racing. just how nervous all of this is making you. "I think you’ve been getting all up in your pretty head about stuff that doesn't matter."

stuff that ‘doesn’t matter’. as if that’s covers it. how do you let him know that multiple people have warned you off him. how his interest ‘doesn’t last more than a couple days’, how he ‘isn’t one for serious relationships’ and that you should enjoy your turn while it lasts. none of it should phase you since this has been casual since day one, but it still makes your stomach turn for whatever reason. “I should go. shoko’s probably looking for—"

“—I saw her doing belly shots on the way here, trust that she’s not turning the place inside out looking for you.”

he’s stepping closer, enough that you try to retreat. packs crinkle against your back on contact, hand in his growing embarrassingly slick in your nervous state. “can’t exactly talk to you if you won’t look at me.” the smile he gives when you do look at him again is enough to make that fickle restraint of yours begin to falter, pulse racing, “there’s my girl.”

your heart does something stupid in your chest, retort hot on your tongue before you can even think it over, “again, i’m not your girl.”

satoru quirks a brow, corner of his mouth tilting upward in bare amusement. “you’re not? could’ve fooled me with all the sex we have.” his other hand shifts to adjust your glasses though there’s definitely nothing off with it.

“where was it the last time..my car? maybe your dorm?” his confusion is nothing but a facade to get a reaction out of you and it’s unfortunately doing the job. a feel like you’ll get a nosebleed with how much blood rushes up to your face with his words, his closeness. “maybe the study room? you know, I really liked that thing you did with your ton—” you clap a hand over his mouth before he can continue, wide eyed and a tiny bit mortified, watching his eyes crinkle near the corners.

“you’re so…you’re so vulgar.” he’s grinning like a fool behind your palm, as amused as he always gets at how easily you become flustered.

the hand not holding yours gently pries your hand covering his mouth away, pressing a chaste kiss to your palm, “see how good we are together when you're not ignoring me?”

you ignore what the intimate gesture does to you, focusing on his words instead. “I said I wasn’t ignoring you. It’s just…I didn’t want..” you try to find a way to explain yourself without being too embarrassing.

without outright telling him you didn’t want to make things awkward. without saying that you possibly likehimbeyondhavingcrazygoodsexwithhim. “does it matter? we’re not dating or anything.”

and, you're not wrong. it's not like you owe him anything. but still, “doesn’t have anything to do with me being a 'dumb' frat dude? figured you might’ve found someone more..” he makes a gesture from your top to bottom, implication clear, “like you. or whatever.”

what the fuck? "no? it's not like that." you're stumbling over your words now, flustered. why he would even think that is beyond you. “I don’t think you’re dumb. you know you're not. and I haven’t found anyone else.” the last part comes out lower, almost shy, gaze averted. “like, really. I just had so much to do and you barely texted so I figured—”

he kisses you. quick and soft, cutting off your rambling. when he pulls back you're staring at him with your mouth half open, dumbfounded. “figured…uh.”

“hm? figured what?” you try to find the words again but they don’t come. the way he’s staring down at you doesn’t help with gathering your thoughts either. “did you miss me?”

you can't form a proper thought, words dying on your tongue. his thumb rubs painfully familiar circles into the back of your hand and it isn't exactly helping your case. "..you know what you're doing."

he has the gall to tilt his head like he's confused, dipping to kiss the side of your mouth. "what am I doing?" one hand slides down to give your hip a gentle squeeze. sliding lower to caress the small of your back like he can't help but touch you now that you're giving him the chance to after two very long weeks. "is telling my favorite lady I missed her a crime?" his expression shifts into a wounded one, bringing your joined hands to the center of his chest, "so you didn't miss me?"

"I didn't say that."

he's smiling again in an instant. that specific, annoyingly gorgeous smile that you've become nauseatingly fond of, "okay. tell me you missed me then." you wonder if he knows just how sick he makes you.

the words bubble up, spilling out before you think too much lose and any and all confidence, "..so annoying. of course I missed you." it's far too soft, somewhat exasperated sounding but he's glad that you'd said it nonetheless. "..isn't that obvious?"

"oh yeah?"

"stop." you can't tell if your cheeks are as hot as they feel, managing an eyeroll before your eyes break contact with his to fix on a distant point behind him, "..i'll take it back if you make it weird."

"doesn't matter if you take it back. already saved it to my memory." the hand on your back draws you closer, practically chest to chest with him at this point. "can i please have my 'i'm so sorry for ignoring you' kiss now?"

"i wasn't…" the words die on your tongue because you both know each other well enough to see things as they really are.

your nod is enough confirmation that you're okay with his request and you’re prepared this time when his lips flatten over yours.

it's deeper than a measly little peck, you're not too sure what to do with your hands even now so you settle for his chest. broad and hard under your fingers, lips parting around a dreamy sigh. it's like you go without kissing him for a bit and forget just how good it is. god, do you love kissing him. love the way he tastes, the way his tongue moves against yours, the little satisfied sound he makes when you do something he likes. satoru has no issue reminding you, clearly. you're kissing him back now, less tentative, and fuck if that doesn't make him want to push this further.

his hands aren’t stationary for long, familiar and roaming—squeezing your hips, moving around to smooth down the curve of your behind. his thumbs tease the edges of the dress, lips pulling away from yours to kiss across your cheeks. ‘love this dress on you. just as pretty as those—” another kiss, moving down your neck. “cardigans and stuff.”

“t-thank you.” your fingers find place in his hair as he kisses along your collarbones, across the curving slope of your breasts. "..you look nice too." a familiar heat that only he brings about rushes through you, nipples tightening, gripping his strands between your fingers. his answering groan is enough to have you flushing, a rush of arousal dampening your panties. his hand slides up your thigh now, fingers tracing patterns along the inside. squeezing, nuzzling and kissing at your tits.

"satoru." it comes out breathy, voice carrying over the music still thumping outside. “I don’t think we should—” you lose your train of thought when his fingers press against you through your underwear with the lightest pressure. he drags it from your clothed entrance to your clit, circling once, twice. slow enough to make it ache.

your fingers in his hair are shaky, but you have a good enough grip to angle his head up, keeping him from nuzzling into your chest so he can listen. his lips are swollen and pink, hair already a mess from your fingers, and he's looking at you with those half-lidded eyes that make your heart do something stupid. “s-someone might come in.”

"hm? it's okay, baby." he runs his nose along the slope of your breasts again, nipping and kissing the bared flesh, free hand moving up to tug the flimsy polyester out of the way so it bunches under your bare tits, "no one's gonna come in." his mouth latches onto one of your nipples like it's meant to be there and the sound that leaves you has his cock leaking like a untouched virgin.

"satoru—oh.." the sound that leaves you comes breathless, pure pleasure coursing through you. he continues thumbing at your clit at a pace seems genuinely cruel given the state of your underwear. pressing down just enough to give you a taste and nothing more. the first direct contact against your clit when his fingers push beneath the fabric pulls a sharp inhale out of you, packs crinkling under your head as it falls back.

he's rubbing gentle circles, mouth alternating to the next breast after sufficiently slicking the previous one up. his fingers easily spread your puffy lips, thumb sliding through the slick mess he's caused. he pulls off your tit with a wet pop, teeth grazing the now peaked nipple. "god, you're so wet."

he's so good at working you up like this every time, ridiculously so. it's no wonder 2 weeks is the longest you've stayed away so far.

"didn't—mmh—mean to go quiet on you." his lips trace the curved slope of either breast, nosing at the underside of one. "the frat had a ton of stuff to deal with." he kisses his way back up your chest, over your sternum, across your collarbones and back up to your face. your mouth crushes against his again as he finally slides his middle finger home, palm hitting your clit with wet thwacks as he drives it in and out.

"no, it's—nng, fuck—it's fine." you manage, trying to follow his rhythm. kisses uncoordinated, growing messier. "it's fine, I promise."

he pulls back, glossy string stretching between your lips. chest rising and falling faster, never letting up on fucking his finger into your slick cunt. "it's not though." his finger curls somewhere deep and your knees buckle, sure the only thing keeping you upright is how he's pressed to you "let me make it up to you."

you don't get the chance to ask him for clarification - satoru wastes no time dropping to his knees, pushing your dress up above your hips. free hand grabbing your soft thigh to throw it over his shoulder. your heel finds his back and digs in there, skin hot against his. his kisses up the inside of your thigh burn your skin and you're practically shocked into silence, eyes lidded, breathing paced.

you probably shouldn't be doing this here. letting him finger you is one thing but eating you out.. "toru.." you try for a warning tone but it falls flat, closer to a whine, hands sliding into his hair.

his breaths warm your skin, breath warming your skin. kisses getting closer and closer to your core before ultimately landing on his prize. it takes everything to muffle your yelp of surprise, tugging on his hair. he takes it as encouragement if anything, nose nudging your clit. "mhm?"

"someone might come in." the words are half hearted at best, hips pushing closer to his mouth if anything. "i'm s-serious, the door isn't—"

his tongue drags across the ruined fabric in a long stripe and you finally find yourself wordless, eyes fluttering closed. it's that warm, wet pressure of his tongue through thin cotton, gusset thoroughly soaked through. satoru laps at you over the fabric like this comes close to the actual thing, firm strokes up and down your entrance, moaning openly into you. when your eyes finally open again his eyes are already on yours, mouth fully covering you, hand kneading the underside of your thigh.

his thumb hooks at the edge of your underwear, finally tugging it out of the way. the cool air hits where you're hottest first, then comes the firm, wet press of his tongue.

flicking over your clit once, twice. he plants a sloppy kiss there, breath shuddering. "so pretty." satoru makes quick work of practically making out with your cunt, tongue lapping at every inch of your arousal covered flesh. tonguing at your entrance, working its way inside. your chest heaves with your increasingly needy sounds, arm flying up to bite your forearm, tugging hard at his hair.

satoru eats you out with vigour, squeezing your shaking thigh, moaning like this affects him as much as it's affecting you. your arm falls away from your mouth only in search for something to keep yourself balanced, hand crushing down sealed packets on the rack behind you.

the throb of his cock is almost painful at this point, filled out and straining hard against his jeans, actively choosing to ignore it in favor of pleasuring you. squeezing your thigh, caressing your skin. large hands slide all they way up your body to bear the weight of your breasts, gently thumbing at your stiff nipples. your eyes are watering, thigh shaking around his head, wet obscene sounds of his mouth on you filling every corner of the small space.

he doesn't need you to say you're close before he feels the tell-tale throbbing of your clit, the way you begin to rut more desperately against his tongue. satoru strokes the muscle inward deep with no care for the building ache in his jaw, the tight pull of his balls.

pulling back only to seal his lips around your clit. suckling and stroking with his tongue till you're bucking harshly against his face and panting into your arm. with a firm tug from you, he pulls off, two lithe fingers sliding knuckle deep to keep you filled. rising off his knees to get to your level again, forehead dropping to yours. satoru's in worse shape that you'd thought - lips slick and swollen, chin coated in your arousal. heavy hardness of his cock pressing into your stomach as he peers down at you in the dark. "come on, pretty. tell me how good you feel."

his voice is low, wrecked enough that the heat in your stomach flares almost painfully. your head drops into the space between his neck and shoulder, hips instantly bucking and rolling into his hand. chasing the pressure of his fingertips against your sweet spot, the mean inward curl to target it head on. he grinds the heel of his palm down on your clit with every pass and you're left to bite into his shoulder, blood rushing straight to your head. "so good. gonna—haah, you're gonna make me..." the words are muffled into his shirt, slick pooling on his fingers, inner walls pulling tighter and tigher around him.

"sato...mm, i'm cumming—" it stutters out of you broken, thighs shaking. the coil finally snaps with a mean upward curl of his fingers, cry breaking right into his neck. it hits you in harsh waves, worked through the entirety of it, fingers never letting up on rubbing at your g-spot. falling apart for a man you didn't plan on seeing at a party you didn't even want to come to.

it's like you've gone 2 weeks untouched with how it just drags on and on. frame bowing into his broad chest, chip packet giving out under your grip with a pop that you barely hear over the roar of blood in your ears.

"that's it." murmured against your cheekbone. "cum all over my fingers, baby."

his thumb angles to swipe over your clit and you're sure you black out for a little, coming back down to slightly damp cheeks and his mouth pressing open kisses to your neck. your heartbeat pounds in your ears, body hot and still vibrating from the intensity of your high.

two sticky fingers prod at your lips and your eyes flutter open, parting to take what he's offering. tasting yourself as you gently lap at the digits, body curving right up into his warm front. he pulls them free with a wet pop, hands working to wipe your smudged mascara and lipgloss, sliding your dress back into place like he hadn't given you a mind numbing orgasm moments ago.

"are you coming home with me?" soft lips press to your cheek. then the corner of your mouth. warm hands moving slow up your back like he has no intention of rushing you.

you know better. you know him, know yourself. how tonight will go if you say yes, if you let yourself fall back into this same pattern… your lips part to tell him no, really…but then he presses a kiss to your temple, gently brushing damp strands out your face so he can get a good look at you.

"...let me go tell shoko i'm leaving."

author's note :: 𑣲⋆ wayyy longer than I was going for but I have no idea where to cut down so...yay (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

“I know but it's—” He grabs one of your breasts, squeezing the flesh and fondling it “It's hard to resist, just excuse me this one time yeah? I'm only gonna touch.” He finished, thumb grazing over your nipples as he drew small circles around the bud. He presses against your bud, making you jolt in surprise.

You could feel his breath against you, which made you nervous, Satoru played with your tits, you looked away, not wanting to watch yourself get toyed by him.

But then you felt it, the wetness of a warm tongue enveloping your bud into its damp environment before the same tongue flicked it up and down and proceeded to suckle onto it.

Your eyes widened at the scene, you thrashed in Suguru's hold as you tried to get Satoru off you.

“‘Toru— you— you said you're only gonna touch!” You gasped repeating what he said earlier, but Satoru just smiled, humming in agreement while he continued to suck on your tit. He let go momentarily to respond.

“Haah—? Yeah I am touching, wiffth my mouffh.” His words were slurred and muffled as he latched on again, pushing you down onto his bed. This caused Suguru to let go of your hands.

You immediately use that opportunity to pry Satoru off but he slaps your hand away. While you're focused on him, Suguru makes his move, you feel another wet tongue enveloping your free breast and sucking on it.

You tried to push them off but they were heavy, so you tugged on their hair, it was just useless cause they instead just bit onto your breast to hang on. You gave up with a heavy sigh, knowing resisting will only make it worse.

Satoru fully immersed himself, sucking on your tit with his eyes closed, licking the bud with generous care and precision that caused wetness to pool in between your legs.

Suguru on the other hand, held eye contact as he looked up at you, teeth grazing and nibbling on your nipple as you let out a gasp at the pain before he quickly soothed it with his saliva.

It felt degrading, having both of them suck on each of your breasts like you were some sort of treat.

“Mhmm, so fucking cute.” Suguru let go of your tit with a pop before he shifted a little upwards and captured your lips in a hot kiss. You shook your head trying to tell him no, but he didn't listen and continued to do as he pleased.

You just laid there, having Satoru suck on your tits while Suguru engulfs your mouth, pushing his tongue inside while he cruelly pinches the nipple which was abused by his mouth previously.

But then the mattress underneath your head dips, causing you to look up and see Suguru. His thighs were placed on either side of your head as he hovered over you, pulling down his pants and boxers.

Suguru pulls away from the kiss, at the same time, Satoru lets go of your tit as well.

You think they're finally done.

You realised what was happening and tried to get up but Suguru forced you down with one hand, holding you by your jaw as he shoved a finger into your mouth.

“N-no please don’t—.” You beg as you watch him stroke his cock while staring at you from above. He pried your jaw open a little.

Tears began to form in your eyes as you shook your head, but defying your wishes, Suguru shoves his fat and thick cock right into your mouth.

You closed your eyes in pain, your jaw muscles ache while your mouth struggled to stay open as he pushed his cock inside your throat. You felt him pass the back of your throat and deep inside causing you to gag and choke.

“Holy shiiit.” Suguru gasped, shutting his eyes in pleasure as your warm mouth and throat welcomed him. He bites his lip at the way your throat was bulging because of him, he could see the outline of his cock as he settled as deep as possible.

He felt you gag around him, your throat muscles clamped around his dick which made him let out a lewd grunt as he controlled himself. He didn't want to bruise your throat like the last time.

While you and your throat took its time to adjust to Suguru, Satoru was on the move, he stripped off your bottom apparel in a swift motion, pulling your panties along with it too. It made you even more panicked cause you couldn't see what was going on because of Suguru.

You flailed your legs, trying to kick Satoru off as you tried to pull yourself away from their hold. For a second you thought you succeeded in escaping from them when you felt Suguru's cock pull from your throat.

Yet, that moment was short lived when Suguru pistoned his hips forward and pushed himself further into your throat. You choked around his length, throat burning at the stretch while tears continued to fall from your eyes.

You took deep breaths, trying to not suffocate to death due to Suguru's cock.

Your legs were held by Satoru who seemed annoyed by your reaction a few moments ago. He forcefully pushed open your legs, spreading them as wide as they could go before positioning himself at your entrance. You felt his tip press into your clit, you wondered when he'd unbuckled his pants cause you didn't hear any sound— probably because your ears were too busy ringing from Suguru’s assault.

“She's so wet and yet pretends like she doesn't want us or like us doing this to her.” Satoru mocks as he rubs his tip against your cunt, letting the tip bump into your clit, ultimately stimulating you.

Everything was made worse by the fact that you weren't able to move your neck to see him, all you could do was just feel him.

His mushroom-headed tip continued to rub against your vulva, coating his shaft in your wetness while his precum leaked out in beads. Satoru bit his lip in arousal before he grabbed you by your thighs.

He let go of one thigh momentarily as he guided his cock to your hole before pressing his tip right against your entrance before he held onto your thigh again and pushed into you.

You wanted to scream at the way he was stretching you, he was way too big and was shoving himself instead without letting you loosen fully. You couldn't scream because your mouth and throat were occupied, so all you let out was a failed form of wails. Suguru hushed you, gently caressing your jaw.

“Oh god— fuck.” Satoru whispers breathelessly, completely indulging himself in the way you feel wrapped around him. He closes his eyes, basking in the feeling for a little while.

He then begins to move slowly, pulling out before he thrusted in, this makes your body push upwards and take more of Suguru's cock into your throat. You shut your eyes in acceptance, knowing there was no escape because they both had you locked up below and above.

Suguru withdrew his hips, grabbing your throat with both his hands, using it as leverage to thrust himself in your mouth and throat.

Both men continued to ram into your holes messily, but that didn't last long as they developed a rhythm soon after. When Satoru would withdraw, Suguru would thrust, pushing your body downwards and causing your cunt to envelop his cock and vice versa.

Your body continued to rock between the two men as they continued their abuse on you. You felt yourself losing your mind as your brain scattered to make this experience make sense. You breathed in slowly and tried to calm yourself to make this less painful and humiliating.

Saying that this situation made you feel embarrassed would be an understatement, it was truly degrading to the highest extent. They were both using you like a fleshtoy, one in your throat and one in your cunt, pervading your holes as they wished without a care for you.

You shouldn't have agreed to anything they demanded, you thought they would stop if you just took your top off, but they prodded further, making you take your bra off too, then they wanted to see, and then touch, and then— thrust!— you let out a squeak when you felt Satoru’s tip bump into your cervix.

Their demands will never end until they get what they want.

You should've known.

Because this wasn't the first time it happened.

You hated how you couldn't stand up for yourself, how you mend so easily by people's demands because no one ever taught you to put yourself first.

You'd always gotten taken advantage of due to your personality, but not to this extent.

Others would only take advantage of you for basic tasks by dumping all their chores and work onto you, basically running errands for them, your dignity, shame, and everything would still be intact.

But Satoru and Suguru strip you bare, they take advantage of you from all the sides, making you do their work, their chores, and completely use you as they wish. Most people didn't push you as far as these two did, because unlike these two, they are decent human beings.

Satoru and Suguru however, never miss a chance, it is literally so easy for them, they just need to get you all helpless and in a situation where you cannot refuse them— even if you do refuse, they just won't stop. It's not like you refusing would change their already made up minds.

Even if you didn't voluntarily take your top off and instead refused; they would've just ripped it into shreds and put you in this situation anyway, cause that's what they both do everytime.

Satoru grabs your tits with both hands, groping them and squeezing them like they're some kind of stress balls to play with, cruelly digging his nails into them while he thrusts into your cunt extremely rough.

Suguru slaps his hands away, shooting a glare at Satoru before his own hands gently caress the area where Satoru's nails dug in, a gesture that was supposed to be comforting.

It would've been if he wasn't inches deep inside your throat and fucking it like a madman.

Satoru let out a grunt before his hands found your clit, he rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves gently before slowly getting faster.

The sensation made your gut churn in excitement much to your horror, you felt your body voluntarily chasing it and bucking into his hips instinctively. Satoru smirked when he noticed it and continued to do it.

He wanted to rip an orgasm out of you so badly.

Satoru's thrusts sped up, a rhythm that was starting to get familiar was shattered due to him. Suguru did the same, rutting his hips at a high speed, he could see the line of his cock thrusting in and out of your throat.

You were losing air, choking and suffocating around his cock, you felt like passing out.

Suguru lets out a loud moan, pushing his cock further inside your throat as it twitches, shooting his load inside you, forcing you to instinctively swallow it. He stays there like that for a minute before pulling out.

Your body automatically whiffs in a huge amount of air the minute he leaves your mouth, making you let out a loud gasp. You could still feel his sticky residue in your mouth which you swallow since you know that spitting it out would make Suguru upset.

You shouldn't care if it upsets him, but you do for some reason.

Just when you thought you could catch a little break, a familiar knot begins to tighten in your stomach, you lift your head up to see Satoru rubbing your clit faster and harder, all while his tip brushes into your gspot.

You couldn't even process the feeling or the sight before your body is overloaded with an intense amount of pleasure, it courses through your nerves, evoking goosebumps at the sheer intensity of it. Your body twitches, back arches as you let out a filthy whine-like moan of Satoru's name.

You shut your eyes because you felt like you'd go blind if you didn't, that's how intense the orgasm was.

Satoru smiles in satisfaction before shifting upwards and capturing your lips in a kiss, his tongue licks the inside of your cheeks, he could taste Suguru which made him let out a whine.

He continued to kiss you as he thrusted in and out. His hand reached for yours as he held you gently, before locking his hand with yours.

The moment felt so oddly romantic and intimate, but it quickly went away with your senses returning back to you.

Satoru didn't take long to finish after that, shooting his load inside you. He rode out his high for a moment before pulling out and watching his semen leak, dripping out from your pussy.

He scooped it up with a finger and pressed it against your lips before forcing it in and making you suck on his finger.

“I want you to taste me too.” He muttered before he pecked your cheek and pulled away.

You laid there, staring at the ceiling as they both cleaned and fixed themselves up. You felt enraged, gross, disgusted, constantly being used like this. You wanted to say something, tell them to fuck off and leave you alone.

But the thought of being alone and not having friends makes you hesitate.

You sit up in defeat before you clean yourself and dress up again properly, it takes a while but you're finally able to work on the project again.

Suguru makes you sit on his lap while Satoru comes up with a draft and multiple ideas on how to go about the topic. Suguru felt warm and cozy unlike just a few moments ago, and Satoru's words don't feel condescending. It feels so normal.

Moments like this make you question whether what happened just moments ago is actually real or not.

It's truly pathetic.

Perhaps that is why you can never truly stand up for yourself, as cruel as they are, they also make you feel comforted at the same time, give you the attention and care you lack from others.

You wanted to laugh at yourself.

Toji didn’t waste time. His large hand caught your wrist, tugging you forward until your chest bumped his. “Missed this pretty little body,” he rumbled, voice low and mean, the way it always got when he wanted something. His other palm slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to bruise, yanking your shirt up without asking. Choso stepped closer too, hesitant at first, but when you didn’t pull away his hands joined in, gentler but just as eager, peeling the fabric over your head until cool air kissed your bare skin.

Clothes came off in a messy rush. Toji ripped your bra down your arms with a grunt, tossing it aside like it offended him, while Choso’s fingers worked your jeans open, pushing them down your legs along with your panties in one careful tug. You were naked between them in seconds, skin prickling under their stares. 

Toji’s gaze dragged over you slow and possessive, grumpy old bastard that he was, muttering, “Still lookin’ like you were made for me, huh?” Choso said nothing, just pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his long hair brushing your cheek as his hands roamed your waist.

They walked you backward through the hallway, Toji’s bulk guiding the way with that dominant swagger he never lost, one arm hooked around your middle while Choso followed close on your other side.

The bedroom door swung open and they pushed you inside, the backs of your knees hitting the mattress before you even realized. Toji shoved you down onto the edge of the bed, standing tall over you, already palming the thick bulge straining his pants. “On your knees, sweetheart. Been thinkin’ about that mouth wrapin’ around me all night.”

You sank down obediently, the carpet soft under your knees, and tilted your head up at him with a sweet little smile that made his green eyes narrow. “Choso,” you called softly, patting the spot beside you. “Come here, baby.”

Toji’s brows shot up. “Wait, what the fuck? You ain’t callin’ him over to suck my cock or watch like some this is some goddamn show. This ain’t—”

“Shut up, Toji,” you cut in, voice calm but firm, the same tone you used when he used to push too far back when he was yours. He actually paused, jaw ticking, that scowl deepening, but he didn’t stop you. 

Choso knelt beside you without hesitation, cheeks faintly pink under the dim lamp light, his dark eyes flicking up to yours for approval. You turned to him first, cupping his face and pulling him into a slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding lazy and wet while your hand drifted down to palm Toji’s cock through his unzipped pants. 

You freed him, thick and heavy and already leaking at the tip, stroking him firm and steady as you made sure Toji watched every second of the kiss— the way Choso melted into it, soft little hum vibrating against your lips.

When you finally broke the kiss, a string of spit connecting you both for a moment, you smiled at Choso and murmured, “Be a good boy for me. Suck him.”

Toji barked a laugh, rough and disbelieving. “Fuck no. You serious? He ain’t—”

You shot him a look. “I said shut up and let him.”

Choso was shy about it at first, hesitating as he leaned in, but the second his pretty mouth wrapped around the head of Toji’s cock, the older man’s hips jerked and a low, shocked groan tore from his throat. “Oh my fuck…” Toji’s hand came down to tangle in Choso’s long hair, not guiding yet, just holding on as that warm, wet heat enveloped him.

Choso’s mouth was perfect— soft lips stretching around the girth, tongue swirling, lazy circles over the swollen head, lapping at the precum like he was savouring it. He took more, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed slowly, one hand braced on Toji’s thick thigh while the other came up to gently roll and tug at his heavy balls.

You watched with a satisfied little smile, still kneeling right there beside him, your hand resting on Choso’s back in quiet praise. “That’s it, good boy,” you cooed softly, voice dripping honey. “Just like that. Use your tongue more on the head, baby— he likes that.”

Toji’s head fell back for a second, a guttural curse spilling out as Choso obeyed instantly, licking broad stripes up the underside before sucking the tip back into that slick heat, eyes fluttering half-closed like he was lost in it. The contrast hit Toji hard— the way Choso moved so obediently, no backtalk, no attitude, just pure eager submission. He looked almost like a well-trained pet, kneeling there pretty and focused, long hair spilling over his shoulders while he worked Toji’s cock deeper into his throat with wet, obscene sounds.

“Fuck, ma,” Toji grunted, voice rougher now, hips twitching as he stared down at the scene. His free hand reached out to grip your chin, tilting your face up so he could see your smile. “You got him well trained like a dog. This the kinda shit you’re into now? Lettin’ your new boytoy slobber all over your ex’s dick just ‘cause you say so?”

You leaned into his touch, still smiling, eyes sparkling with that quiet triumph. “Yeah,” you said simply, voice soft and warm as you stroked Choso’s hair. “Choso listens. He’s good for me. Never argued or made everything a fight… unlike someone.”

Toji’s laugh came out breathless, a mix of annoyance and reluctant heat, his cock twitching hard between Choso’s lips as the younger man hollowed his cheeks again, taking him even deeper with a soft, muffled moan.

Choso’s tongue pressed flat against the vein running underneath, swirling and teasing, while his fingers continued their gentle massage on Toji’s balls, coaxing more precum to leak onto his tongue.

Toji’s grip tightened in Choso’s dark hair, but he didn’t force the pace— couldn’t, not when it felt this fucking good, that shy obedience wrapping around him tighter than any attitude ever had.

You stayed right there, naked and kneeling between them, one hand on Choso’s thigh for balance and the other occasionally reaching up to trace Toji’s abs, feeling the way his muscles jumped under your touch.

The bedroom filled with the wet sounds of Choso’s mouth, Toji’s low grunts, and your quiet praises whispered like secrets. “Good boy, Choso… swallow around him, just like that. See how much he likes it when you’re sweet for him?”

Choso hummed in response, the vibration making Toji hiss through his teeth, green eyes narrowing down at you with that familiar mean edge softened by raw pleasure. “You’re enjoyin’ this way too much, brat,” he muttered, but there was no real bite left in it— not when his cock was buried in that perfect, warm mouth and you were watching him unravel with that knowing little smile.

Toji’s hips twitched again, thicker veins pulsing against Choso’s tongue as the younger man kept working him slow and deep, cheeks hollowed, lashes fluttering like he was lost in the taste.

That wet heat dragged along every inch, tongue pressing flat and swirling lazy circles around the swollen head before sliding back down until the tip nudged the back of Choso’s throat. 

Choso didn’t gag, didn’t pull away— just swallowed around him with a soft, obedient little sound that had Toji’s abs tightening, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

The older man’s hand stayed tangled in all that dark hair, fingers flexing like he wanted to fist it tight and fuck into that pretty mouth until tears spilled down Choso’s cheeks, but he held back, jaw clenched, breathing rough through his nose. Cocky bastard that he was, even he could feel how perfectly Choso was sucking him off, all shy devotion and slick warmth that made his balls draw up tighter with every pass.

You stayed kneeling right beside them, naked skin flushed warm, smiling that soft, satisfied smile while your hand rested on Choso’s thigh, thumb stroking gentle circles of praise. The sight of Toji trying so hard to keep control, hips barely rocking forward instead of slamming deep, sent a sweet thrill curling low in your belly.

Choso’s mouth made the filthiest sounds— wet slurps and quiet gulps, saliva already dripping down his chin and coating Toji’s heavy length in shiny streaks.

Toji’s gaze finally snapped to you, green eyes dark and hungry, his free hand shot out fast, fingers threading rough through your hair and yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look up at him.

The pull stung just enough to make you gasp, lips parting on a soft breath. “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he growled, voice gravel-rough and mean. “You’re smilin’ like you won somethin’. Wet those pretty lips for me.”

He pulled out of Choso’s mouth with a wet pop, the thick head glistening, strings of saliva and precum webbing between Choso’s swollen lips and Toji’s cock like glistening threads that stretched and broke as he moved. Choso stayed kneeling there, breathing hard, lips shiny and parted, a faint blush high on his cheeks as he looked at you both with those dark, obedient eyes.

You swallowed once, throat bobbing, and Toji’s smirk sharpened, cock twitching in the cool air. “Come on, you little brat,” he said, low and taunting, tugging your hair again to tilt your face exactly where he wanted it. “Put that evil little mouth to work. Been watchin’ you direct your pet like a fuckin’ conductor— now show me what that smart mouth can really do.”

Your smile never faded, only curved wider as you leaned in, tongue darting out to trace the messy trail of spit and precum still clinging to him. Choso watched quietly from beside you, one hand resting lightly on your knee like he was waiting for whatever you’d tell him next. Toji’s grip in your hair stayed firm, guiding you closer until your lips brushed the slick head, the salty taste blooming across your tongue as you opened for him.

The bedroom air felt thicker now, heavy with the scent of skin and want, the three of you tangled in that messy heat where Toji’s dominance clashed against Choso’s sweet obedience and your quiet control. You took him in slow at first, lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling just like you’d told Choso to do, while Toji’s low groan filled the room and his fingers tightened in your hair, hips finally giving one shallow thrust forward. 

A low sound slipped from your throat as Toji pulled free and slapped his thick, spit-slick cock against your parted lips, the heavy weight of it landing wet and deliberate, smearing more of that messy mix of precum and Choso’s saliva across your mouth.

He did it again, harder this time, the wet smack echoing soft in the quiet bedroom while his scarred lips pulled into that mean, cocky grin. “That’s it, open wider, brat. Gonna fuck this throat pretty tonight— been thinkin’ about shuttin’ you up like this for months.”

He despised you, or at least that’s what the rough grip in your hair said, the way his fingers twisted tighter like he wanted to punish you for walking out, for replacing him with someone so sweetly obedient. But underneath scowl and the low growl in his chest, Toji knew you could take it. You always had. His hips rolled forward slow at first, feeding you inch after thick inch until the head nudged the back of your throat and your eyes watered just a little.

You swallowed around him anyway, lips stretched wide, tongue pressing flat along the underside as he started to thrust deeper, setting a steady, punishing rhythm that made your throat bulge faintly with every push.

Choso stayed knelt right beside you the whole time, dark eyes wide and fixed on the way your mouth worked Toji’s cock, the wet gluck-gluck sounds filling the room as spit dribbled down your chin and onto your bare tits. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched with that shy heat blooming across his cheeks, his own cock hard and untouched between his thighs.

Toji noticed. Of course he did. Without missing a single thrust into your throat, he reached down with his free hand and caught Choso under the chin, tilting that pretty face up towards him. “C’mere, pet,” he rumbled, voice rough but almost amused. “Give me a kiss while your girl chokes on me.”

You tried to pull back just enough to say something, a soft protest bubbling up around his cock, but Toji yanked your head forward again, burying himself deeper until your nose pressed against his pelvis and your words dissolved into a muffled gag. “Shut up and keep suckin’,” he snapped down at you, green eyes flashing with that familiar mean edge. “And watch. Eyes open, sweetheart. Don’t you dare look away.”

Choso hesitated for half a second, shy as always, but when Toji’s thumb brushed his bottom lip he leaned in obediently. Toji grabbed him harder then, fingers sliding into that long dark hair as he crushed their mouths together in a deep, filthy kiss. It wasn’t soft.

It was all tongue and teeth and dominance, Toji’s jaw working as he licked into Choso’s mouth like he owned it, swallowing the soft, surprised whimper that spilled from the younger man. Choso melted almost instantly, shoulders slumping, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed back with that quiet eagerness he always gave you— hands coming up to rest lightly on Toji’s broad chest, body leaning closer like he couldn’t help it.

You watched every second of it, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the relentless pace Toji set in your throat, but the sight burned hotter than anything.

Choso’s lashes trembling against his cheeks, a faint moan vibrating between their locked lips as Toji kissed him harder, tongue stroking deep and possessive while his hips kept snapping forward into your mouth.

Spit trailed from the corner of Choso’s lips, his cheeks flushed darker, and when Toji finally pulled back just enough for them to breathe, a thin string of saliva still connected them for a moment before breaking.

Toji’s laugh came out low and breathless, thumb swiping over Choso’s swollen bottom lip as he looked down at you. “Fuck, look at him. So damn well-trained. One kiss and he’s already drippin’ for it.” His cock twitched hard against your tongue, the praise mixed with taunt making your stomach twist in the best way.

You kept sucking through it all, hollowing your cheeks, swallowing around every thick thrust while your eyes stayed locked on the way Choso stayed pliant and open, lips parted and shiny, waiting for whatever came next.

Toji’s green eyes flicked between the two of you, that mean smirk deepening as he kept his hips rolling slow and deep into your throat. “She has you so fuckin’ obedient, huh?” he rumbled, voice thick with gravel and heat. “Bet you never fucked her throat like this. She’s a little brat, don’t let her fool ya. Acts all sweet and in control, but look at her— mouth stuffed full and still smilin’ around my cock.”

You tried to pull back just enough to say something, a soft protest bubbling up, but Toji didn’t let you. He fucked forward harder instead, burying himself to the hilt until your nose pressed flush against his pelvis and your throat convulsed around him. “See?” he growled, holding you there, eyes narrowing with dark satisfaction. “She doesn’t even fuckin’ gag anymore. Loves this shit. Been cravin’ it since she left my sorry ass, I bet.”

The stretch burned so good, spit dripping down your chin in messy rivulets as you breathed hard through your nose, tears clinging to your lashes. Toji kept you pinned like that for a long moment, savouring the tight heat, before he finally pulled out with a wet, obscene pop.

Thick strings of saliva and precum connected your swollen lips to his glistening cock before they broke, and you gasped for air, chest heaving, throat raw and tingling.

Toji stepped back, cock heavy and slick between his thighs, and dropped onto the bed with a grunt, sprawling out on his back like he owned the damn mattress. His muscles flexing under scarred skin as he stroked himself once, slow and lazy, green eyes locked on you with that cocky, command. “Get your ass up here, sweetheart. You're gonna take all of this cock. Now.”

You were still catching your breath, lips shiny and parted, but you moved anyway, crawling up the bed on shaky knees. Choso was right there, gentle hands sliding under your arms to help you up, supporting your weight with that quiet care he always gave you. His touch was soft against your flushed skin, thumb brushing your side like a silent promise as he guided you over Toji’s lap.

As you crawled forward, knees bracketing Toji’s thick thighs, hovering just above his heavy, leaking cock, Toji’s gaze shifted to Choso. “Come on, don’t just stand there like a lost puppy,” he said, voice low and rough, one hand reaching out to pat the bed beside him. “You don’t mind fuckin’ her pussy right? While she’s sittin’ on me, fuckin’ get over here.”

Choso’s cheeks flushed darker, shy with hesitation flickering across his face for half a second, but he obeyed like always, climbing onto the bed without a word. You felt the mattress dip under his weight as he settled close, one hand resting on your lower back, warm and steady. Toji’s palms gripped your hips hard, fingers digging in with that possessive meanness as he yanked you down just enough for the blunt head of his cock to nudge against your dripping entrance, teasing, waiting.

Toji didn’t wait long. With a low grunt he bucked his hips up, thick cock pressing into your cunt in one slow, relentless push. The stretch was brutal and perfect, that fat length splitting you open until your walls fluttered tight around every veined inch. You sank all the way down until your ass met his pelvis, a broken moan spilling from your raw throat as he bottomed out deep inside you.

Toji’s scarred hands stayed locked on your hips, holding you there, grinding you down harder so you felt every thick inch pulsing against your sensitive walls.

“Fuck, still so goddamn tight,” he muttered, voice rough and mean, green eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you. “Missed this greedy little pussy. Swallowing me like it never forgot who it belongs to.”

You rocked your hips experimentally, a soft gasp escaping as the head of his cock nudged that spot inside you that made your toes curl. Choso stayed right behind you, quiet and watchful, his warm palm sliding up your spine in gentle strokes while his other hand rested lightly on your hip. His dark eyes were fixed on where you and Toji were joined, lips still swollen from that shared kiss earlier, a faint flush creeping down his neck.

Toji noticed the way Choso hovered, all shy obedience and quiet heat. His smirk sharpened, one hand leaving your hip to reach over and tug Choso closer by the back of his neck. “Don’t just sit there starin’, pet. Get in her. You heard me earlier— you’re fuckin’ her pussy too.”

Choso’s breath hitched, shy as always, but he moved without argument, shifting until he was kneeling behind you on the bed. His long hair brushed your bare back as he leaned in, chest pressing warm against you, cock hard and leaking as it nestled against the curve of your ass.

Toji kept you pinned down on his thick length, hips giving lazy little rolls that made you whimper, while Choso’s hands settled on your waist, gentle and careful like he was afraid to break you.

You felt Choso’s fingers first, tentative as they slid between your spread thighs, brushing where Toji’s cock was already stretching you wide.

He traced the slick stretch of your cunt with soft fingertips, collecting the mess of your arousal before wrapping his hand around his own cock, guiding the head to nudge right beside Toji’s. 

The pressure was overwhelming— two thick cocks pressing against your entrance at once, Choso’s shy hesitation making him pause until you reached back and squeezed his thigh in encouragement.

Toji laughed under his breath, that low, cocky sound. “That’s it. Push in slow, kid. She can take it. Little brat’s already drippin’ down my balls thinkin’ about both of us stretchin’ her.”

Choso obeyed, pressing forward with a soft, shaky exhale. The blunt head of his cock slipped in alongside Toji’s, the burn intense and delicious as your walls stretched even wider to take them both. Inch by inch he sank deeper, his cock sliding against Toji’s inside your tight heat, the friction making both men groan low and heavy.

You cried out, head falling back against Choso’s shoulder, body trembling between them as they filled you completely— Toji’s girthy thickness and Choso’s warm length buried deep together.

Toji’s hands gripped your hips harder, holding you still while he gave one experimental thrust up, making both cocks shift inside you and drag against every sensitive spot.

Choso stayed mostly still at first, arms wrapped around your middle, face buried in the crook of your neck as he breathed hot against your skin, letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness.

“Fuck… so tight,” Toji grunted, voice strained with pleasure, hips rolling up again in a deeper thrust that made you see stars. “Look at her, takin’ us both like she was made for it. You feel that, pet? How she’s squeezin’ around us?”

Choso nodded against your neck, a soft whimper escaping him as he started to move too— slow, careful rolls of his hips that matched Toji’s rhythm, their cocks sliding together inside your slick cunt.

The wet, filthy sounds of skin against skin and the slick drag of two thick lengths stretching you open filled the bedroom, your moans mixing with their low grunts as they fucked you together.

Toji’s large, rough hands slid up from your hips, palms rough and calloused as they cupped your tits, squeezing the soft flesh with that familiar possessive grip. He pinched your nipples between his thick fingers, rolling them until they pebbled hard under his touch, a mean little smirk tugging at his scarred lips when you arched into it with a broken cry. “These pretty tits always did look best when they’re bouncin’ for me,” he growled, voice low and pleased, green eyes dark with heat as he lifted his head from the pillow just enough to latch his mouth onto one swollen nipple.

He sucked hard, tongue swirling hot and wet around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt between them. The wet pull of his mouth sent sparks straight down to where both cocks were buried deep inside your stretched pussy, your walls fluttering tight around the overwhelming fullness.

Choso kept fucking you from behind with those gentle, obedient thrusts, his cock sliding slick alongside Toji’s, every slow drag pressing them both against that perfect spot inside you that made your thighs tremble uncontrollably.

Toji switched to your other tit, sucking it into the heat of his mouth with a low, satisfied hum, his free hand still kneading the first one, thumb flicking over the spit-slick nipple he’d just released. He loved having you like this— caught between them, body trembling and moaning, that quiet control of yours fraying at the edges while two fat cocks stretched your pretty little cunt wide open.

Toji’s hips snapped up harder, driving his thick length deeper with every thrust, the lewd squelch of your arousal coating both of them growing louder as he fucked up into you with that cocky, relentless rhythm.

“Look at you,” Toji muttered against your skin, lips brushing your nipple as he spoke, voice muffled and rough. “Takin’ two cocks like a good girl. Your pussy’s so fuckin’ greedy, squeezin’ us both so tight. Bet you missed this, huh? Missed gettin’ split open by somethin’ real after playin’ house with your obedient puppy.”

You moaned louder, head falling back against Choso’s shoulder, body rocking between their thrusts as the pleasure built heavy and overwhelming. 

Choso’s arms stayed wrapped around your waist, holding you steady while he fucked into you with that same shy care, his breath hot and ragged against your neck, soft whimpers spilling from him every time your walls clenched around their joined lengths. 

Toji kept sucking on your tits, alternating between them with wet, obscene sounds, biting down gently before soothing the sting with his tongue, his free hand sliding down to rub rough circles over your swollen clit.

The stretch was so much— both fat cocks dragging together inside your slick heat, Toji’s dominance pinning you from below and Choso supporting you from behind, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. 

Toji pulled off your nipple with a wet pop, lips shiny with spit, and grinned up at you with a cocky smirk. “That’s it, moan for us, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you love bein’ stuffed full. Choso’s bein’ so good for you, fuckin’ this pussy nice and deep just like I told him to. But me? I’m gonna make sure you feel every inch tomorrow.”

He thrust up harder, grinding his cock against Choso’s inside you, the friction making stars burst behind your eyes as your moans turned into desperate little cries. 

Choso pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck, murmuring your name quietly, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm while Toji’s rough hands and hungry mouth worked your tits until they ached with pleasure. 

You were lost between them, body trembling and slick with sweat, pussy clenching tight around the two thick lengths stretching you so perfectly, the heat building slow and relentless as Toji teased you with every filthy word and every deep, claiming thrust.

Toji loved every second of it— the way you fell apart so beautifully, the way Choso stayed so sweet even while buried deep inside the same cunt, the way your quiet little smile had turned into open-mouthed moans that filled the room. 

He kept sucking and biting at your tits, fingers rolling your nipples, hips snapping up to meet Choso’s thrusts until the three of you moved in one messy, heated rhythm, the night stretching long and filthy with the sounds of skin slapping, wet squelches, and your broken cries echoing between the walls.

A broken little sound tore from your throat as both thick cocks dragged together inside your stretched pussy, the relentless push and pull making your walls flutter and clench around the overwhelming fullness. 

Toji’s hips snapped up harder from below, driving his fat length deeper with every thrust while Choso kept that steady rhythm from behind, their cocks sliding slick and hot against each other in the tight heat of your cunt. The wet, filthy squelch filled the room, your arousal dripping down their shafts and coating their balls as they fucked you open so good.

Toji’s mouth was still latched onto your tit, sucking hard enough to leave marks before he pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen as he grinned up at you with that mean, cocky smirk. 

His rough hand slid up to cup your jaw, forcing your head down so you had no choice but to meet his dark green eyes while he kept pounding up into you. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he growled, voice low and gravel-rough, thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “Admit it. Tell me what you are. A little brat who wants these cocks stretchin’ your greedy cunt. Say it.”

You tried to bite back the words, a soft whimper escaping instead as another deep thrust from both of them made your eyes roll back, but Toji wasn’t having it. He pinched your nipple hard, twisting just enough to make you cry out, his other hand gripping your hip tighter to hold you down on their joined lengths. “Don’t play shy now. You’re drippin’ all over us, pussy clenchin’ like it’s beggin’ for more. Tell me you want our cocks. Tell me you want our cum fillin’ this sloppy little hole.”

Choso stayed quiet behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, his breath hot and shaky against your neck as he fucked into you with those gentle rolls of his hips, letting Toji take the lead like always. His cock throbbed alongside Toji’s, the friction delicious and overwhelming, every slow drag pressing right against that spot that made sparks shoot up your spine. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, shy and sweet, but didn’t stop moving, loving even in the middle of all this heat.

The stretch was so good it hurt, both fat cocks splitting your cunt wide open, dragging against every sensitive inch until you felt impossibly full, impossibly owned. Your tits bounced with every thrust, still slick from Toji’s mouth, nipples aching from his teeth and fingers. Toji’s hand slid down between your bodies, rough fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing fast, mean circles that had your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“Say it,” Toji demanded again, voice dropping lower, hips slamming up harder so the head of his cock bullied that perfect spot inside you while Choso’s length rubbed right alongside it. “You’re my little brat— our little brat. You want these cocks stretchin’ you good. You want us to fill your pussy with cum until it’s leakin’ out for days. Admit it, brat. Loud and clear.”

Your moans turned into desperate little cries, body trembling between them as the pleasure built hotter and heavier, walls squeezing tight around both thick shafts. Toji’s smirk widened, that cockiness flashing in his eyes as he felt you clench harder, knowing he was winning. Choso whimpered softly against your skin, his thrusts growing a little deeper, a little faster, following every cue you’d ever given him because he always listened, always gave you exactly what you needed.

You finally broke, voice wrecked and breathy as the words spilled out between moans. “I’m… I’m a-a brat… I want your cocks… both of you stretching my cunt so good… I want your cum… please…”

Toji laughed low and rough, satisfaction dripping from every syllable as he thrust up harder, grinding their cocks together inside your fluttering pussy. “That’s my girl. Keep sayin’ it while we fuck you full. Gonna fill this greedy hole until you’re drippin’ with both of us.”

The bedroom echoed with the wet slap of skin, your broken admissions, and the low grunts from both men as they kept fucking you together— Toji and Choso turning your body into a trembling, moaning mess caught right between them, the stretch so perfect and filthy that all you could do was take it and beg for more.

Together they fucked you deeper and harder, hips snapping in a messy, unrelenting rhythm that had both thick cocks driving into your stretched cunt at once. Toji thrusting up slamming his fat length as deep as it would go while Choso followed from behind with those steady rolls that somehow made everything feel even fuller, your arousal coating their shafts and dripping down to soak the sheets beneath you as they stretched your pussy so wide it ached in the best way.

You could feel the bulge in your tummy every time they bottomed out together, the outline of their cocks pressing visibly against your lower belly, shifting and dragging with every thrust. Toji’s rough hand slid down to press against that spot, palm flat and heavy as he growled against your tit, “Fuck, feel that? That’s us, sweetheart. Both cocks bulgin’ out your pretty tummy like you were made to take this.”

The pressure built fast and overwhelming, your walls fluttering tighter and tighter around them until you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as you clenched down violently around both cocks, milking them with rhythmic, desperate pulses.

Your whole body shook between them, thighs trembling, back arching as wave after wave rolled through you, pussy gushing slick and hot around their joined lengths while the bulge in your tummy twitched and tightened with every spasm.

Choso whimpered softly against your neck, his hips stuttering as your clenching cunt squeezed him so perfectly. “Ah—fuck… you’re squeezin’ so tight,” he breathed, voice shy and wrecked, and then he was cumming too, thick ropes of warm cum spilling deep inside you in pulsing spurts. He kept thrusting through it, slow and careful even as he filled you, his cock throbbing alongside Toji’s while he painted your walls white, the added heat and slickness making the stretch feel even messier, even better.

Toji groaned low and rough at the feeling, his scarred hands gripping your hips bruisingly tight as he fucked up into the slick, cum-filled heat of your pussy. “That’s it, milk us, you little brat,” he grunted, green eyes dark with raw pleasure as he watched your face contort in bliss. “Clenchin’ so good around both of us— fuck, take it all.”

He didn’t last much longer after that. With a deep, guttural growl he slammed up one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed hard and started to cum, thick, heavy spurts of cum flooding your already full cunt right alongside Choso’s. The warmth spread deep inside you, both loads mixing together in messy, overflowing pulses that leaked out around their cocks with every shallow grind of their hips, dripping down your thighs and soaking their balls.

They stayed buried inside you even as they came down, chests heaving, bodies pressed tight around yours in a sweaty, trembling tangle. Toji’s hand stayed pressed to the bulge in your tummy, feeling the way it softened just a little with every twitch of your walls, while Choso nuzzled softly into the crook of your neck, pressing lazy kisses to your damp skin and murmuring quiet praises against you.

The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, the three of you locked together in that filthy, heated aftermath— your pussy still clenching weakly around their spent cocks, cum slowly leaking out in warm rivulets, Toji’s mean little smirk still playing on his lips even as his breathing evened out, and Choso’s gentle hold never loosening because he always stayed right where you wanted him.

They stayed buried deep for a long, lazy moment, cocks still twitching inside your fluttering cunt as the last weak spurts of cum leaked from them both. Then, slowly, Toji gave a low grunt and started to pull out first, his thick length dragging against Choso’s as he eased free with a wet, obscene sound. 

Choso followed right after, gentler, his cock sliding out inch by inch until both heavy shafts slipped from your stretched hole completely. A thick rush of their mixed cum immediately dripped out of you, warm and pearly white, sliding down your thighs in slow, messy rivulets and pooling on the sheets beneath your trembling body.

You collapsed forward onto Toji’s broad chest with a soft, exhausted sigh, cheek pressing against the hard muscle slick with sweat. His skin was warm, scarred, rising and falling with heavy breaths as one of his large arms wrapped around your back, holding you there like he still had every right to. Choso stayed close behind you, his gentle hands smoothing over your hips and lower back, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder blade while his long hair tickled your skin.

Toji’s free hand slid down between your legs without warning, two thick fingers pushing back into your ruined pussy. The stretch was easy now, your walls loose and slick from taking both of them, and he scooped up the warm mixture of their cum that was still leaking out. With a lazy, filthy motion he fingered it all back inside you, slow and deliberate, pushing every drop deeper while his palm pressed firm against your swollen clit. The wet squelch of his fingers working their combined loads back into your cunt filled the quiet room, obscene and intimate all at once.

“Look at that,” Toji muttered, voice low and rough, smirk tugging at his scarred lips as he watched his fingers disappear inside you again and again. “Such a messy girl. Can’t even keep our cum inside this greedy pussy without help. Need to push it all back in where it belongs… bet you love feelin’ us drippin’ out of you, don’t you?”

You whimpered softly against his chest, hips twitching weakly as his thick fingers curled and stroked, making sure every thick rope of their release stayed buried deep. Choso’s hand joined Toji’s for a moment, tentative fingers brushing alongside as he helped press the cum back inside you, his touch so much gentler but just as eager to keep you full. The feeling of both their hands between your legs, fingers sliding through the slick mess they’d made, had fresh heat curling low in your belly even though your body felt spent and boneless.

Toji kept fingering their cum back into you, lazily, occasionally pulling his fingers out just enough to watch more of it drip before pushing it right back in with a low chuckle. “There we go… nice and full again. Gonna keep you leakin’ our loads all night, sweetheart. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Both of us markin’ up this tight little cunt.”

Choso stayed pressed against your back, arms wrapped around your waist now, murmuring quiet, sweet words against your skin while Toji’s fingers continued their slow, filthy work. You lay there between them, cheek on Toji’s warm chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart as the cum slowly settled deep inside you, warm and heavy, a constant reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed you tonight.

The bedroom felt heavy and quiet now, bodies tangled and slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Toji’s fingers eventually slowed but didn’t leave you completely, still lazily stroking through the mess as if he couldn’t quite stop touching what was his again, even for a little while. 

Choso’s gentle hold never loosened, his breath warm against your neck, and you smiled softly against Toji’s skin, that quiet little smile that said you were exactly where you wanted to be— caught between your mean ex and your sweet boy, full of both of them, leaking and claimed and perfectly satisfied.

you couldn’t remember the last time you’d slept through an entire night without waking up every few hours and staring blankly at the ceiling, spiraling thoughts keeping you company until sunrise. 

instead, you had a deep and comfortable sleep. the kind you genuinely thought stopped existing for you years ago. 

and somehow, against all reason, your brain supplied the answer before you could stop it. 

satoru. 

you physically recoiled from the thought. 

the movement caused satoru’s grip to tighten instinctively around your waist and your stomach dropped. 

fuck, this was so so so bad. 

your rules were practically meaningless now. 

you carefully lifted his arm from your waist, holding your breath the entire time as you slowly untangled yourself from him. 

after waiting for a second, eyes trained on his features, he was unmoving still and you breathed out. 

the second your feet touched the carpeted floors, relief flooded through you.

your clothes from last night were dry now, resting against the armchair and you made a beeline for the items, putting them on quickly but quietly. 

as your jeans buttoned fully, you heard shuffling from the bed behind you and your heart dropped. 

slowly, almost amusingly careful, you turned around to see that satoru hadn’t moved from his position. 

one arm tucked beneath his head, icy eyes half-open beneath the morning light as he watched you from his place in bed. 

for the first time since you’d met the boy, you felt your stomach churn. 

your stomach fluttered, not anxiety exactly, but something closer to apprehension. 

you could barely name it, but you felt a bit nervous. 

you were never nervous!

“um, i uh-” you cleared your throat once as satoru watched you lowly, jaw clenched under your gaze, “i should get home.” 

a beat passed, then another and you hated to admit how much you despised silence from satoru. he was always irritatingly loud and his silence kind of unnerved you. 

your eyes didn’t leave him, wide and watching, unusually unguarded and even he could see that. 

satoru closed his eyes once more then, pulling the blanket up higher to his chin and essentially going back to sleep. 

you felt a pang in your chest, his hurt practically tangible in the air between you. 

it isn’t my fault!

you had to remind yourself of that. the nature of your relationship was laid out clearly and he couldn’t blame you for re-establishing them every time you accidentally stepped over the line. 

so with that, you grabbed your bag from beside the door and exited his room. 

unbeknownst to you, satoru’s eyes fluttered open once more, chest heavy as he watched the door to his room close and he felt his jaw clench. 

and for once, it wasn’t hurt that settled but anger. 

fucking annoyance. 

it was utterly irritating how you refused to let him in. 

you were a fucking nuissance and he wanted you more than anything. 

☀︎

there was something wrong with you, you were sure. 

why was your anxiety flaring up? why were you so uneasy? 

why is satoru being off with you throwing you off your axis?

you noticed the change instantly, but refused to acknowledge it. 

it’s been three days since you’d woken up atop satoru gojo and he’d made no effort to see or text you since then. three.

this was unusual considering the frat president normally found at least six excuses a day to bother you. 

you’d become accustomed to random texts that made no sense, texts telling you to come to parties or him simply sending you his location. 

you’d ignore most of them anyways, so when your phone remained suspiciously quiet, you simply carried on with your day. 

what did it matter? if anything, space was perfect after the way you’d embarrassingly been atop him that morning. 

except you kept glancing at your phone throughout the second day then immediately becoming increasingly irritated with yourself. 

what were you expecting exactly? a good morning text? 

ugh, you nearly gagged at the thought. 

your feet swung back and forth where you’d been laying on your stomach atop your bedsheets. 

when your thumbs hovered over his contact anyways, you blamed it on the fact that you were bored and needed a distraction. 

trouble: come over?  8:32pm

his response came twenty minutes later. twenty. 

usually, the text would barely be received before he’d already answered. 

and the response made you wish you had never sent a text in the first place.

gojo: busy  8:54pm

busy? busy? 

your jaw clenched momentarily, a feeling you weren’t quite used to settling in your stomach like a bag of bricks. 

his text was left unanswered. 

you blamed the stupid storm and your stupid self for letting yourself sleep, unknowingly making you more vulnerable. 

you wanted nothing more than to go back and erase that from happening completely, but you couldn’t. so you’ll settle for regret. 

you were sprawled out on the grass beside luna, attempting to work on your paper while she rambled on about some girls from her economics lecture. 

it was sunny that day, warm enough that students littered the campus in little groups. 

“so, i told her-” luna paused momentarily, “are you even listening?” 

your eyes snapped to her from where you’d been scanning the quad, huffing with a short nod quickly, cheeks uncharacteristically warm. 

“yes, of course i’m listening!”

luna seemed unconvinced, eyes narrowed but she didn’t spare one more second before going back into her discussion. that’s what you loved about luna, she was truly the perfect distraction. 

until she started asking a million questions, then you were simply annoyed. 

it was a tuesday, meaning satoru usually came by after practice despite not having a single class anywhere near the science building. 

he always showed up purely to pester you like a particularly persistent stray cat. 

sometimes he’d bring you a cherry coke, sometimes a chai latte, depending on the weather. and sometimes he’d bring pastries and sit beside you, absolutely annoying you to near death. 

you thought you’d feel relief once he stopped, except your eyes kept drifting around, waiting for him to appear. no, willing him to appear. 

just as you went to snap yourself out of this limbo he’d put you in, you spotted him. 

it was embarrassing how your stomach instantly settled. 

only to drop again. 

satoru walked across the quad with nanami beside him, hands tucked into the pockets of his sweats as his sunglasses rested atop his head. 

satoru was laughing at something nanami had said, properly laughing and your eyes followed him automatically. 

satoru glanced over, gaze finding yours as if fate herself had dragged his eyes over. 

your face remained neutral but you didn’t look away. but he did. 

satoru looked away without a grin, a wave or coming over, simply leaving alongside his friend. 

your stomach twisted unpleasantly, eyes immediately moving downcast. 

“ouch…” luna stated as she turned to watch you. 

you lifted your head up, eyes blank, “what?” 

luna’s brows raised, “weren’t you two, like, besties just last week?” 

your ribs tightened, “tch. i told you we’re not friends.” 

and it was true. you weren’t lying. 

satoru and you were anything but friends, barely even acquaintances! 

so why should you care that he was being so annoying?

“you sure?” luna hummed, violet hair bouncing a bit, “cuz everytime we sit here, he’s really eager to-” 

“luna.” you cut off, refusing to acknowledge the pit at your stomach, “satoru means nothing to me. can we stop talking about this?” 

you placed your ipad beside you on the grass, huffing as you pulled your legs to your chest, resting your chin on your knees. 

ugh, he was so irritating!

you don’t remember the last time you spared any person, besides your brothers and grandma, this much thought. let alone satoru! 

that’s what you liked about him from the start, that you didn’t have to think when you were with him. he’s ruining everything!

“did he say anything about tonight’s party?” 

your ears perked up like a damn cat, head turning to face her, “party?” 

“mhmm.” luna nodded eagerly, ever the biggest fan of sartoru’s idiot frat, “i’m not sure of the theme but it should be insane! can he invite us?” 

your tongue poked against your cheek, eyes narrowed on your friend as your mind moved a mile a minute. 

practically every party satoru had ever invited you to, you’d rejected. 

and now he didn’t even bother to invite you. that just irritated you more. 

“we’re invited luna.” you smiled at her, almost smirking as she narrowed her eyes at you but grinned eagerly regardless. 

“seriously?” she excitedly voiced as you nodded with a shrug. 

“yup.” you nodded once, “we’re going.”

luna eyed you suspiciously, uncharacteristically wary about a party, “you sure? do you even know the theme?”

no, you didn’t. but how hard would that be to figure out? 

you’d become somewhat friendly with the frat the last few months. well, at least your kind of friendly. 

you could just ask. 

☀︎

it was an ABC party. 

Anything But Clothes. 

music bled through the walls violently enough that you could feel the bass vibrating beneath your shoes while bodies crowded the front lawn in every imaginable interpretation of the theme. 

people wearing trash bags were on the roof, a girl wearing a whole outfit made from beer boxes waiting in line for sukuna to let her in and a guy walked past wearing nothing but purple bubble wrap around his crotch. 

“college is a disease.” you muttered as you watched the insane state of the alpha phi house. 

luna snorted beside you, “says the girl wearing caution tape.” 

you glanced down at yourself, the bright yellow tape wrapped around your body in overlapping strips, creating a sort of mini dress. technically. 

it had taken nearly two hours and a breakdown to assemble. 

“ugh, this is ridiculous.” 

“hey, you look hot!” luna stated with a grin as she adjusted her makeshift crop top that was made out of playing cards. she looked great too. 

“alright, let’s go.” you stated as you looked at the line outside the frat that stretched down the porch steps and practically down the block. 

pledges stood near the entrance checking names while drunk sophomore and freshman attempted to negotiate. 

your stomach twisted then. maybe this was all stupid. 

fuck, you should’ve stayed home! what were you even thinking? 

satoru obviously doesn’t want you here and he clearly has no interest in speaking to you. 

“next.” the deep voice immediately pulled your attention forward. 

sukuna. of course.

the vice president stood at the front of the door like a nightclub bouncer from hell, arms crossed and expression murderous. 

so murderous, you didn’t even feel the need to laugh at the pool noodles wrapped around his crotch like a diaper. 

he looked thoroughly unimpressed as the guy stepped forward, “c-carson.” 

the poor freshman in front of him visibly swallowed as sukuna looked down at his phone. 

he didn't even speak, simply looked up and shot the kid a look, as if daring him to argue that he was on the list. 

“um, i-”

“next!” 

luna winced from beside you, “as much as i would love sukuna to yell at me, he’s really scary.” 

you nodded once, “he enjoys this.” 

sukuna’s eyes lifted then, rolling his eyes at the two freshman girls babbling excuses and flirtatious remarks at him. then his eyes met yours.

his gaze dropped to the caution tape, slowly and deliberately before lifting back to your face, his lip twitching. 

“what the fuck are you wearing?” 

you scoffed, “i know you’re not asking me that.” 

sukuna’s smirk instantly fell, as if you reminded him just how ridiculous he looked, “shut up.” 

you grinned falsely as sukuna rolled his eyes once, looking mildly annoyed which probably meant he wasn’t actually annoyed. 

“name.” he stated flatly, eyes tinged with a touch of amusement. 

your eyes narrowed, “you know my name-”

“name.” 

he raised a brow as you stared back, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. 

luna was practically trembling beside you, hand reaching out to hold your arm, as if in warning. 

“um, she’s not even in line!” a freshman girl whined from the front of the line, pouting up at the salmon haired man. 

he offered her a sharp side eye that not only made her shrink back but her and her friend both scurried away. 

you’d barely paid attention to him at that point because you saw a glimpse of white hair inside the house and your heart flipped once. 

“not on here.” sukuna announced after glancing at his phone, a smirk tilting his mouth up as you glared at him. 

“well, check again.” you demanded, arms crossing once more, eyes frantic as they tried to follow the moving head of white. you knew damn well your name wasn’t on that list on his stupid phone. 

sukuna raised a brow once more, “i’d be nicer to me, sweetheart. m’the one that can magically make you appear on this list.” 

your jaw clenched once as his smirk remained painted on his ruggedly handsome face. 

this asshole. 

“um, maybe we should just go-” 

“let me in, asshole.” 

the words left you before you could stop them, tumbling from the tip of your tongue, absolutely riddled with your desperation to get inside. 

luna practically squeaked as her wide eyes looked between you and sukuna. 

the front of the line had gone quiet as well, awaiting the wrath of the vice president. 

meanwhile, sukuna’s face didn’t change and if anything, his smirk widened. 

“that your version of nice?” 

he almost sounded amused but you were anything but, huffing gently as your features melted into a scowl, “what do you want?” 

sukuna huffed out a laugh, “how bout we say you owe me one.” 

now, you didn’t know sukuna all that well but you knew enough to know that owing ryomen sukuna could not be a good thing. 

you, in your right state of mind, would have simply walked away, but you weren’t in the right state of mind. you were under some sort of curse caused by the frat president and you would do anything to stop feeling this way.

you’d been feeling weird the past few days and desperation to see satoru clung to your bones. you were probably just sexualy frustrated, that was all. 

“fine.” 

sukuna’s smirk widened, stepping away from the door, “have fun, sweetheart.” 

you merely shot him a glare as luna clung to your arm as you both walked into the chaos of the party that looked somehow worse from the inside. 

music rattled your ribcage, people dancing on tables and a girl had fully had two solo cups on each breast and around eight covering her lower half. 

“this is insane!” luna practically squealed, the words of fear she wanted to utter about sukuna dying in her throat, “look, it’s cole! i’m gonna go before ava gets to him!” 

she didn’t give you the chance to respond before she was zooming past you towards the blonde who you assumed to be cole. 

you shook your head softly, eyes lifting as you moved towards the kitchen to grab a drink. 

you willed your eyes to keep forward and not to scan the entire room like you desperately wanted to. 

with a small sigh, you grabbed a drink and leaned back on the counter, eyes drifting across the sea of people.  

you were not looking for satoru. you simply wanted to walk around, so you did. 

your feet carried you to each corner of the room, eyes scanning and checking before you made it to the little side room that was usually open. 

and after ten minutes of absolutely not looking for satoru gojo, you’d found him. 

or rather, you’d heard him. 

“YOU HAVE TO MAKE OUT!” 

your brows furrowed as you moved towards the open door and lo and behold, there he was. 

satoru was sprawled across the floor amongst a circle of people, white hair messy and eyes almost bloodshot. 

and he was practically naked. oh god. 

you looked at his version of anything but clothes and you wondered if he missed that the point is that you have to make clothes out of the item. meaning he should not be naked. 

satoru had a three giant ruby christmas bows around his crotch and ass. 

and despite the ridiculousness of it all, he looked damn good. 

his lean figure was leaning back on his hands, muscles bulging and chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat from, no doubt, his partying. 

there were a group of people, around seven, seated on the floor with an empty beer bottle in the middle. 

besides satoru, you’d only recognized nanami and that alone surprised you. 

whatever they were playing, you didn't think nanami would be taking part. 

you weren’t sure how long you’d been standing there but it must’ve been long because when you looked back at satoru, he was already looking at you. 

something flashed across his face as your eyes met his, something akin to relief. 

but you were more focused on the bloodshot nature of his eyes, you had no doubt he was both high and drunk. 

you hated it. 

his gaze softened on you before the softness disappeared just as quickly. 

“hi.” you stated simply as satoru’s jaw clenched at the mere sound of your voice. 

“hey.” the word left him flat, almost cold.

it sounded all wrong, causing your jaw to clench gently. 

what the fuck was his issue?

“we’re playing seven minutes in heaven!” a girl announced, slurring her words as your eyes flatly met hers, “come play so we’re equal!”

your mouth opened to protest-

“she doesn’t wanna play.” satoru stated lowly, bringing his beer to his lips as his gaze avoided yours and your fists clenched. 

fuck him!

without a word, you moved towards the circle, taking a seat directly beside satoru. 

his eyes followed you, almost surprised before his eyes flared in irritation. 

“you look like a mess.” you stated lowly, referring to the distant bloodshot look in his eyes. 

“you look like a construction site.” 

a few people within the circle barked out a laugh as your jaw clenched, satoru’s lips twitching. 

“okay, let’s play.” the girl announced as you looked forward, meeting nanami’s eyes as he shot you a gentle smile that you returned lowly. 

“why are you here?” satoru whispered beside you as you turned to shoot him a glare, irritation bubbling beneath your ribs at his indifference.

two people drunkenly stumbled into the closet in the room, already pawing at each other’s clothes as the girl started the timer. seven minutes. 

“what kind of question is that?” you scoffed, face devoid of emotion as you faced forward once more, ignoring satoru’s gaze on the side of your face. 

“pretty simple one.” 

“it’s a party. people come to parties, y’know.” 

satoru chuckled but it lacked any real humor, “not you. trust me, i’d know that.” 

your eyes flickered over to him then, noting the bitterness lacing his words. 

“what is your problem?” 

finally, his gaze slid towards yours, blue eyes bloodshot and unfairly pretty. 

“don’t got one.” 

you scoffed once more, “yeah, clearly.” 

“careful, sweetheart, you almost sound like you care.” satoru smirked menacingly, voice dipped in bite you weren’t used to from satoru. 

your stomach twisted as realization overcame you, memories of leaving behind a half-asleep satoru plaguing your mind. 

around you, everyone was gossiping, predicting what the two were doing in the closet, unaware of the tension between you both. 

“you’re seriously upset about that?” your voice was back to being monotonous, guard high and eyes blank. satoru felt his stomach twist but his expression didn’t change. 

“upset?” 

“yes.” 

“didn’t know i was upset.” his tone matched yours and you had to fight to remain emotionless because god, you wanted to ring his neck. 

your jaw clenched, “you’re acting pretty upset.”

“and you’re acting like sleeping in my bed was a federal crime.” 

your eyes widened just a bit, “keep your voice down!” 

“why?”

“because!” 

satoru leaned closer, breath fanning over your cheek, “because what?” 

you hated him. you absolutely despised him. 

he always fucking did this, he poked and poked and poked until he found the one thing you didn’t want to talk about. 

your jaw clenched as the two began stumbling out of the closet, hair a mess and clothes askew. 

you looked forward, ignoring the man beside you and you could feel his gaze on the side of your face. 

“you left.” his voice left him quieter now, not as angry and somehow, that felt worse. 

you glanced at him, watching his jaw clench and nostrils flare as he met your gaze, “you always leave, that’s what you do.” 

you looked away again and immediately regretted it as a soft laugh left him, bitter and real. 

“right…” 

your hands turned to fists by your sides, hating that he basically made you prove his point. 

damn him. your stomach clenched because you hadn’t expected his words. 

for a second, he looked tired and something beneath your ribs twisted. 

you really shouldn’t have come, this was just making everything inside you, whatever this sickness was, feel even worse. 

“alright!” the girl running the game clapped loudly, saving you from whatever this conversation would’ve become, “next spin!” 

the bottle spun and everyone starting making suspenseful ooohs and ahhhs. 

you watched it lazily, mind far away as your mind remained occupied on satoru's words.

the bottle spun slower and slower until it stopped, pointing directly at the man beside you. 

the room erupted instantly. 

“GOJO! LET’S GOOO!”

satoru rolled his eyes, smirking lowly as if feeding his fans and you could see the fakeness from where you were. it was pathetic. 

“spin again!” the girl grinned, sitting up wider and you could practically see her entire soul wishing the bottle would stop on her and frankly, you hoped it did. 

so you could fucking leave while he was in the damn closet and forget you’d ever even came. 

satoru’s hand wrapped around the bottle, giving it a hard spin and you watched it rotate. 

once, twice, three times before it gradually slowed…

and your stomach dropped. because the bottle wasn’t stopping, it was landing directly on you. 

everyone cheered, the girls evidently disappointed as you stared at the bottle, then at satoru. 

satoru was already looking at you and for the first time that night, he smiled. a real, him smile. 

slow, dangerous and boyish.

“would ya look at that…” his eyes locked onto yours, “almost like fate, don’t ya think?” 

yes, you really could ring his neck.

☀︎

the second the door shut behind you, the cheering outside became muffled. 

like the rest of the party had been shoved underwater as you entered the dark and cramped closet. the place was small, way too fucking small to fit two people, let alone satoru’s 6’5 ass. 

satoru had been in this very closet a hundred times before with a hundred different girls, different intentions, different conversations or lack-thereof. 

he’d never once felt nervous. yet somehow, standing two feet away from you had his heart betray his decision to distance himself.

“ugh, i can barely breathe…” you complained, crossing your arms as the little light allowed him to only imagine the look of annoyance on your achingly pretty face. 

fuck, when he saw you in that stupid caution tape sorry excuse of a dress, he regretted his decision to go with christmas bows on his cock. 

he was achingly hard for you, not even just physically but mentally. 

he had a heart boner for you too, he concluded. because the mere sight of you made a sense of relief so deeprooted fill him in an instant. 

satoru rolled his eyes at your words, despite the beating of his heart hammering against his chest, “the lack of space is supposed to serve a purpose, sweetheart-”

“stop calling me that!” you huffed out, squirming against him as satoru scoffed. 

“sweetheart?”

“yes! it’s cheesy and stupid and you never call me that, so quit it.” the words left you dripping in annoyance and he relished in pulling that reaction from you. 

any reaction from you was better than your indifference, even if it was severe irritation. 

“you call me gojo and i don’t like it-”

“that’s your name!”

“not to you,” satoru breathed out before realizing how his words sound, “i mean, people i don’t like call me gojo, ones i’m not close to…so, you shouldn’t call me that…”

he was met with silence and he sighed, able to picture you as you practically crawled back into your shell. 

he shook his head as his knees cramped, “fuck, can you just-”

before you knew it, satoru was sinking to the ground with you in his grip, pulling you to sit on his lip, straddling him and though you were caught by surprise, relief filled you instantly at the comfortable position. 

satoru let out a sigh of exasperation as his legs stretched out a bit, head tilting back against the wall. 

you relaxed in his hold, “don’t be so thrilled.” 

satoru barked out a laugh, “rich coming from you.”

your eyes narrowed, “meaning?” 

“meaning you look like somebody’s holding you hostage.”

“you can’t even see me!”

“i can feel it!” 

“well, sorry i didn’t even wanna play.” 

satoru tilted his head as his chest clenched in anticipation, “then why did you?”

your jaw clenched and he could feel you stiffen up in his lap, "because they asked.” 

satoru scoffed once as you squirmed against him, “bullshit.” 

“excuse me?” you shifted again and his jaw clenched, big hands spanning your hips before pulling you down, keeping you there. and you understood his issue, conceding. 

the lack of clothes made it hard to miss. 

“i said bullshit.” satoru repeated, his grip tightening as he shook his head, “you hate people.”

you scoffed gently, “i do not hate people.”

“you hate most people.” 

you rolled your eyes once, “what’s your point?” 

sartoru’s jaw clenched as he debated getting into this. there was a chance, a huge one, that this would just make you want to run even more. 

he may never see you again after today but he would risk it even if the thought made him want to vomit because frankly, he couldn’t take the heartache anymore. 

“why’d you come?” satoru demanded more than asked as your expression flattened, he could fucking feel it. there it was, that goddamn wall that he despised more than anything. 

“i already told you.” you replied as he shook his head. 

“i wanna hear it.” 

“it’s a party. people come to parties.”

“and i already told you, you don’t. name fucking three parties you’ve attended voluntarily.” 

the light from the little sliver of space offered him a look at your irritated expression, you looked annoyed enough to bite him and satoru found himself smiling in victory. 

“you’re insufferable.” you whispered as he grinned. 

“you came anyway.” 

there was this silent understanding, a low hum of truth that filtered between you both, something you’d usually never allow to linger. 

you came for him. and he knew that. and you allowed him to know that. 

that was more than you’ve ever given him before and for now, it was enough. 

silence filled the space momentarily before your voice penetrated it, uncharacteristically soft and low, “you’ve stopped talking to me.” 

the words left you so quietly, he almost missed them but his entire being was so attuned to you that he simply couldn’t miss anything when it came to you.

he blinked once, twice and watched as your face twisted in subtle embarrassment, regret filling you at the vulnerability he could see. as if it escaped you accidentally. 

and his heart nearly punched through his ribs because holy shit, you noticed. not only that, but you cared.

satoru laughed, actually laughed and you felt your face twist in irritation, “what is so funny, asshole?”

satoru’s hand moved to splay across your lower back, pulling you just a bit closer, “you leave every single time we hang out-”

“we don’t hang out, satoru, we have sex!” 

satoru. satoru. satoru. 

you called him satoru and not fucking gojo. 

his chest twisted as if your hand reached through his sternum and petted at his heart that was so entirely gone for you, he was sick. 

“you know what’s crazy?” 

you rolled your eyes, “here we go.” 

“you slept on me!” satoru stated lowly, “you slept on me.”

“don’t remind me.” your arms crossed once more, jaw clenching as satoru scoffed as if he wasn’t even hearing you. 

“you fully drooled on me…”

your face warmed, eyes widening, “i did not!”  

“you literally did!” satoru exclaimed with bright eyes, the anger diminishing just enough for you to recognize him once more. 

you looked genuinely horrified and satoru laughed so hard, he nearly doubled over. 

god, he missed you, he missed this which was honestly pathetic. 

“you’re such an asshole.”

“and you’re a runner.” satoru claimed with a shake of his head, the words slipping out before he could think about them.

your expression changed then, the space between you growing tense once again. 

fuck, he shouldn’t have said that. 

you felt raw, as if someone had stripped you naked, looked for your oldest scar and carved into it again. 

he could tell you were hurt and he was drunk and hurt. and you were right there, close enough to touch, to kiss, to want. 

“i didn’t mean-” 

“it’s fine.” the words left you sharp and it cut through the air as he sighed, hands moving from your hips to his face, digging into it with a shake of his head. 

“no, no it’s not,” he looked at you then, “i’m just drunk and high and stupid…”

you remained quiet, fingers fiddling with the caution tape fraying by your side, jaw clenched and walls up so high, he could barely tell what you were thinking but god, could he feel it. 

then satoru panicked. 

“you give me boners!”

your eyes widened just a bit, startled as you looked up at him, ever the most straightforward man of all time, apparently.

“excuse me?” you breathed out as satoru groaned, mind too jumbled to think properly and honestly, he preferred it this way. 

“you…you give me boners.” satoru stated lowly, slurring just the slightest bit as the last three shots he took back to back twenty minutes ago hit him all at once. 

you sighed gently, “isn’t that the point of our dynamic, satoru?”

satoru groaned as he realized his words didn’t quite mean what he intended for them to mean. 

“no, i mean…” he breathed out slowly, “you give me all kinds of boners like…like in my heart and stuff.”

your brows furrowed in confusion, “i give you…heart boners?”

satoru nodded frantically, hands gripping your hips again, pulling you even closer till you were flush against him, caution tape against his muscled front, “yes! yeah, you…you give me heart boners all the time, even when you're not even there.” 

you were too focused on his body against yours, more specifically, the christmas bow snug against your panties, “you sure, satoru? cuz i can only feel one type of boner right now.”

satoru huffed in irritation as his confession flew right over your head. 

seven minutes suddenly felt way too short and way too long. 

just as his mouth opened to speak, light spilled into the closet and both your eyes squinted up at nanami who stood before you, face all too unimpressed at your compromising position. 

“its been longer than seven minutes. we’ve been calling out for you for a while.” nanami stated lowly before turning to walk away and you were quick to jump up from satoru’s lap, stumbling out of the closet as you looked at satoru in what had to be the most uncomfortable position on the ground. 

satoru groaned lowly before stumbling into a standing position, hand cupping the christmas bow at the front, “think game’s over for me.”

you gulped lowly, ignoring everyone’s cheers before stepping back, “yeah, me too.” 

you offered satoru one last look before walking past the circle and out of the room, towards the drinks. fuck, you really needed a drink. 

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the party had somehow gotten louder or maybe you were simply reaching your limit. 

either way, the music felt harsher now, the room hotter, bodies moving together in a blur of alcohol and flashing lights. 

you had been trying to find luna while simultaneously avoiding satoru for the past hour. 

fuck, you just wanted to go home but you couldn’t leave luna and she wasn’t answering her damn phone.

the closet had done absolutely nothing to improve your mood, instead, it made your regrets about coming to this stupid party even worse. 

satoru’s words followed you through every room you entered as you tried to locate your purple haired friend. 

you’re a runner. 

the worst part about it all is that everything he had said was right. and you fucking hated that he even noticed, that he cared enough to notice in the first place. 

a frustrated sigh left you as you looked down at your dying phone, luna’s contact staring back at you, all your calls and texts left unanswered.

the house seemed less crowded now, people dispersing into bedrooms, hallways and the pool as the night stretched later and you had to dodge every guy that came to hit on you. yuck. 

you barely registered the conversations happening around you until a familiar voice cut through the noise.

“he’s a fuckin’ mess.” 

your head turned automatically, suguru standing near the staircase, rubbing the back of his neck while nanami looked vaguely exhausted beside him. 

“where is he?” nanami questioned, bringing his cup up to his lips to take a sip. 

suguru pointed toward the living room, “he decided he could outdrink sukuna.” 

nanami immediately looked disappointed, “oof. stupid.” 

despite yourself, your eyes drifted towards the living room and they instantly found him. of course they did. 

satoru was slumped sideways across the couch, one arm hanging off the edge, snowy hair a complete mess. 

he looked absolutely gone. 

your stomach tightened as you glanced between him and luna’s contact. 

“he’s fine…” you muttered to yourself as you shook your head. 

“he’s absolutely not fine.” suguru stated from beside you as you turned to look at him, the slightest bit startled as you didn't realize how close they were before you noticed the knowing look on his face, instantly irritating you. 

“he drinks all the time.” you retorted lowly, eyes giving nothing away as suguru scoffed out a chuckle. 

“not like this, he only does this shit when he’s upset.”

something in suguru’s voice made your attention sharpen as you stiffened, “why would he be upset?” 

suguru merely stared as nanami cleared his throat from beside him, “probably something to do with those seven minutes.” 

your jaw clenched before letting out a breath, “right.”

before you knew it, choso had called out for the two men beside you, something about a sophomore puking in the pool.  

you hated how you felt half responsible for satoru’s current state. 

a low sigh left you as you glanced at the living room once more, however this time, a girl was leaning over him. 

your brows furrowed, moving closer to see the girl with inky hair in a bob clad in a tiny skirt far too close to him, one hand resting against his chest. 

she was talking into his ear while he sat there, looking dazed and half-asleep. 

your gut churned once more. god, you were really getting sick of that feeling. 

the girl laughed at something satoru mumbled, her hand moving into his hair and something ugly flared beneath your ribs. 

you hated how much the sight was making you sick, how vulnerable satoru looked and you hated that your feet were already moving before your brain could catch up. 

the walk across the room felt entirely too long and every step gave you another opportunity to turn around. you didn’t. 

by the time you reached the couch, the girl was in his lap, kissing down his damp neck. 

your jaw clenched, “hey.” 

the word left you sharp, cutting through whatever intimacy she was imagining was occurring between them. 

the girl turned and you recognized her as a girl in luna’s class, the girl your friend absolutely despised, which in turn made you despise her. emi. 

you could see satoru’s eyes blink open just the slightest bit, your voice like a siren bringing him to life. fuck, he craved to hear you, to feel you always. 

his entire face softened, a lopsided smile painting his face like sunlight breaking through clouds. 

“hey, trouble..” 

the word sleft him slurred and your heart betrayed you instantly. 

emi, however, looked significantly less pleased, her long nails tracing over satoru’s jaw as he flinched lowly. 

“can i help you?” 

you barely spared her a glance, taking one more step closer, “satoru?” 

his eyes remained fixed on you, completely and entirely like everyone else had ceased to exist. 

“yeah, baby?” 

you allowed the nickname to slide off your back, knowing he was too out of it to be aware of his actions or words. clearly. 

“c’mon, let’s go.” 

emi instantly frowned, turning to look at satoru who looked up at you as if you promised him the moon, stars and everything in between. 

“go where?” 

“upstairs.”

a slow grin stretched across his face, the absolute stupidest but prettiest grin you’d ever seen, “okay.” 

he stood immediately, stumbling just the slightest bit as emi yelped, tumbling off his lap to the ground. 

you caught his arm before he could faceplant into the coffee table, “for fuck’s sake.”

satoru was now pressed aginst you, clammy hands cupping your cheeks to force you to look up at him, “hi...”

your eyes narrowed at his wide and hazy grin, “you already said hi.”

satoru merely grinned, leaning down so his nose brushed against yours, once, twice before you sighed and pushed him just a bit back. 

“let’s go, satoru…” you held his hand, turning to pull him away before you felt a tug on your other arm causing you to turn around. 

emi stood before you, visibly fuming as she glared at you, “what the fuck are you doing?! we were in the middle of something!” 

you glanced down at where she’s touched you with a look of pure disgust before looking back up at her, “that’s not how it looked to me.” 

emi’s fists clenched, “you don’t own him, you bitch!” 

your tongue pressed against your cheek before smirking at her, leaning back to look up at satoru who was already gazing down at you with a lopsided smile, “who owns you, satoru?” 

“you do, trouble.” his response was immediate, instantaneous and you had to ignore the rush going through you to shoot her a glare. 

emi faltered, tears filling her eyes as she glared at you both. 

you tugged at satoru’s hand, making a move towards the staircase before turning to her once more, “and don’t put your hands on people who can barely stand, you sick freak.” 

you shot her one more glare before guiding satoru away, helping him towards his room as he followed with no argument, his hand somehow finding the back of your ‘dress’ and remained there as you climbed up the stairs. 

as if he was afraid you’d disappear. 

the walk to his room took forever, mostly because satoru kept getting distracted by paintings, doors, absolutely nothing. 

at one point, he stopped in the hallway entirely as you sighed, turning to look up at him, “what is it now, satoru?” 

his blue eyes blinked down at you, “you’re so pretty, it makes me nauseous sometimes.” 

a sigh left your plush lips as you tugged at his hand once more, “mhmm.” 

you forced his steps, one after the other before you made it to his room, guuiding him inside. 

you expected him to collapse instantly, however, he sat on the edge of the bed and simply looked at you, eyes all droopy and bloodshot. 

the room felt strangely quiet compared to the chaos downstairs, the silence stretched and his gaze never moved away from you. 

it made something uncomfortable settle beneath your ribs as you shifted, “what?” 

satoru smiled, small and sleepy and dangerously genuine, “i like that you showed up.” 

your breath caught and his eyes were already drifting shut, half-asleep and entirely unaware of what he was saying, “i always know when you’re about to leave.” 

the confession landed softly, somewhere right in your chest. 

“you do this thing,” his hand moved vaguely, “with your phone…”

you froze because you did, absolutely. you always checked the time before getting up from his bed. every single time. 

“i know when you’re annoyed too…” his voice was quieter now, the fight gone as well as the frustration until only honesty remained, “you scrunch your nose all cute like…” 

you hated that you knew exactly what he meant, your hands clenching beside you.

“and you pretend you don’t care about stuff…people…but you do.” 

the room suddenly felt too small, too warm and too fucking claustrophobic. 

you let out a short breath, “okay, time to go to bed, satoru.”

you moved forward, helping take off his shoes before ushering him forward till he was beneath his blankets, head heavy against the pillow. 

you couldn’t help but move your fingers into his white locks, brushing it away from his sweaty face before sighing gently and moving back. 

“stay.” 

the word left him soft and simple, nothing dramatic or grand about it. 

it was simply one exhausted request. 

and it caused every instinct you’ve ever had to scream at you to run. 

you’re a runner. 

your eyes drifted toward the boy, hair messy and eyes heavy, heart somehow worn openly across his sleeve in a way that was braver than you ever could be. 

and for the first time since you met satoru gojo, you stayed.

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an | this is deffo my fav chapter so far i love them so bad AHHHHHH