I identify as a threat. my pronouns are try/me

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Alan Mido:

Alan notices something is off long before he understands what it is.

It’s not obvious—nothing about you is. You’re soft-spoken, unassuming, the kind of person people instinctively place behind others rather than in front of them. You don’t boast, don’t posture, don’t try to prove anything.

So when he first sees you lift a crate that Sho had been dragging across the floor—effortlessly, like it weighed nothing—he pauses.

“…You’re going to strain something,” he says flatly.

You blink at him. “Huh? No, it’s fine.”

And you mean it. You set it down gently, dust your hands, and smile like nothing just happened.

Alan doesn’t comment further. But he watches.

He watches when a door jams and you push it open with a little too much force—hinges creaking violently. He watches when a sparring session goes wrong and someone lunges at you, only for you to sidestep and pin them to the ground in under three seconds, clean and efficient.

No wasted movement. No panic.

Just… control.

Later, when you’re sitting beside him, casually leaning into his shoulder, he finally speaks.

“…You hold back.”

It’s not a question.

You hum. “I guess.”

There’s a long pause.

“…Why didn’t you say anything?”

You tilt your head. “About what?”

Alan exhales quietly, gaze lowering to your hands—small, gentle, completely at odds with what he’s seen them do.

“…That you’re strong.”

You shrug, resting more comfortably against him.

“I didn’t think it mattered.”

That answer sits with him longer than anything else.

Because to Alan—strength is something dangerous. Something to be controlled, feared, limited.

But you?

You carry it like it’s nothing.

And for the first time, he wonders if strength can be… gentle.

His hand comes up, resting carefully over yours.

“…Don’t get hurt,” he mutters.

It sounds like an order.

It isn’t.

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Leo Kurosagi:

Leo notices because, of course, he does.

At first, it’s just content.

A candid shot of you carrying equipment across campus. A short clip of you casually fixing something—except the metal bends a little too easily in your hands.

He rewatches it.

Zooms in.

Replays.

“…No way,” he mutters.

So he tests it.

Not maliciously—just curious.

“Hey, Honor Roll,” he says one day, tossing you his bag. “Hold this.”

You catch it easily.

Too easily.

Leo smirks. “Heavy, right?”

You blink. “…Not really?”

There’s a pause.

“…Not really?” he repeats, incredulous.

You shrug. “It’s fine.”

It is not fine.

That bag is packed with camera gear. Expensive, bulky, definitely not “fine.”

Leo stares at you for a long moment, then laughs under his breath.

“Okay… okay, what else are you hiding?”

You frown. “Hiding?”

He doesn’t answer. Not yet.

Instead, he keeps watching.

And then it happens.

Some idiot picks a fight—wrong place, wrong time. You step in, probably just trying to de-escalate, but when they swing—

It’s over almost instantly.

A twist. A shift of weight. They’re on the ground, stunned.

Leo doesn’t film it.

For once.

He just stares.

Later, when it’s just the two of you, he leans against the wall, arms crossed, grin sharp but eyes searching. “…You’re insane, you know that?”

You laugh, a little sheepish. “It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“That’s the problem,” he shoots back.

There’s a beat.

Then, softer—

“…You could’ve told me.”

You glance at him. “Would it have changed anything?”

Leo pauses.

Because… no.

Not really.

He huffs, looking away.

“…No. But I would’ve stopped calling you fragile.”

You snort.

He smirks again, but this time there’s something warmer underneath.

“Guess I’ve been underestimating you, Honor Roll.”

A pause.

“…Not happening again.”

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Sho Haizono:

Sho notices in the most annoying way possible.

You break something.

Not on purpose—you’re trying to fix part of his food truck, something minor, a loose panel.

He turns his back for two seconds.

CRACK.

“…What the hell was that?”

You freeze.

Slowly turn around.

“…I think I made it worse.”

Sho walks over, already irritated—and then stops.

The metal isn’t just bent.

It’s crushed.

“…You did that?” he asks flatly.

You wince. “I didn’t mean to—”

“How?” he cuts in.

You hesitate. “…I just pushed it a little?”

Sho stares at you like you’ve just told him you casually breathe fire.

“…A little.”

There’s a long silence.

Then he exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face.

“Unbelievable.”

You shrink slightly. “I’ll fix it, I swear—”

“Yeah, you will,” he mutters, grabbing tools. “But not like that. You’re gonna wreck the whole damn truck.”

He pauses.

Glances at you again.

“…You always like this?”

You tilt your head. “Like what?”

“…Ridiculously strong.”

You blink.

“Oh. I guess?”

Sho clicks his tongue, shaking his head, but there’s a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“…Tch. Fine. Just—don’t touch anything unless I say so.”

A beat.

“…Or at least warn me first.”

But later, when someone tries to give you trouble near his truck—and you shut it down instantly—

Sho just leans back, arms crossed, watching.

“…Yeah,” he mutters. “She’s fine.”

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Jiro Kirisaki:

Jiro notices immediately.

He just doesn’t say anything.

Because to him, it’s… not that strange.

Bodies are capable of many things. Strength isn’t inherently surprising.

What is interesting is how you use it.

Or rather—

how you don’t.

You hold doors gently. Handle fragile tools with care. Move like you’re constantly aware of the damage you could cause.

That restraint fascinates him.

So he observes.

Until one day, you forget.

Not entirely—just for a second.

You’re adjusting equipment in the infirmary, something delicate, and it slips—

your hand shoots out to catch it.

Too fast.

Too strong.

The metal bends slightly under your grip.

You freeze.

“…Oh.”

Jiro tilts his head, watching.

“You’re stronger than necessary,” he says plainly.

You glance at him, a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“I didn’t say it was a problem.”

He steps closer, examining your hand briefly—not with concern, but curiosity.

“You compensate well,” he murmurs. “Most people wouldn’t have that level of control.”

You blink. “…Thanks?”

He hums.

A pause.

“Does it ever feel inconvenient?”

You think about it.

“…Sometimes.”

Jiro nods, as if that confirms something.

“…I see.”

And that’s it.

No judgment. No surprise. No fear.

Just quiet understanding.

Later, though—

when he notices you hesitating before touching something fragile—

he reaches out first, placing it in your hands deliberately.

“It won’t break,” he says.

A beat.

“You won’t let it.”

And for Jiro, that’s the most interesting part of all.

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Lucas Errant:

Lucas doesn’t notice at first.

Not because you hide it—but because he trusts you completely.

And you never act like someone dangerous.

You’re kind. Gentle. Thoughtful.

So when he sees you lift something heavy, he assumes it’s just… determination.

When you react quickly in a tense moment, he assumes it’s instinct.

He doesn’t question it.

Until he should have.

A mission goes wrong.

An anomaly lashes out, faster than expected, and Lucas steps forward without hesitation—

—but he’s not fast enough.

You are.

He barely registers the movement before you’re between him and the threat, your grip firm, unyielding—

—and then it’s over.

Silence.

Lucas stares.

Not at the anomaly.

At you.

“Are you hurt?” you ask immediately, concern written all over your face.

Like nothing just happened.

Like you didn’t just—

“…I should be asking you that,” he says quietly.

You blink. “I’m fine.”

Of course you are.

Of course.

There’s a long pause before he exhales, a small, almost disbelieving smile forming.

“…You’re remarkable.”

You laugh, embarrassed. “It’s not that impressive.”

“It is to me.”

His voice is gentle, but firm.

He steps closer, taking your hand carefully, as if reassessing something he should have realized sooner.

“…I misjudged you.”

You tilt your head. “In a bad way?”

He shakes his head.

“…In a limited way.”

A soft smile.

“I won’t make that mistake again.”

And this time, when he looks at you—

it’s with even more admiration than before.

Later, much later, when everything is calm again—

Lucas laughs softly as you absentmindedly lift something heavy while talking.

“…You’re doing it again.”

You blink. “Doing what?”

“…Forgetting that not everyone can do that.”

You glance down, then laugh.

“Oh.”

He shakes his head, smiling warmly.

“…I think I like it.”

A pause.

“…It suits you.”

And the way he says it—

makes it feel like strength was always meant to be yours.

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Sho was near the end of his shift in the food truck and there was still no sight of you. It’s been two weeks since you came by. Before, you had your meals from there almost daily. He knew what your order would be any time you came by, even when the daily special interrupted your usual choice. 

When he was running low of your preferred meal toward the end of the shift and you hadn’t come by, he’d set a portion aside from you. Left it in the corner out of the customer’s sight. 

When you didn’t come, and it sat there cold, he would debate on bringing it to you, often settling for giving you space and eating it himself. 

Today it was too hard to swallow. His throat tightened at the idea of it, like he was taking food out of your mouth when you were starved. 

He could guess what was going on with you. Saw that darkness looming over you from day one. As the months rolled by, your light became dimmer and dimmer as your hope faltered. Then the last mission happened…

He should have seen your breaking point coming. Should have checked on you sooner. Now he was afraid of what he’d find. Glassy eyes, hollow cheeks, knotted hair. The possibilities made him anxious, but there was always the chance you were fine. Caught up in another crisis, giving your all for the sake of duty and your friends’ success. If that were the case, he’d be as relieved as he would be pissed off that you ghosted him, made him worry. 

Sho decided he had enough of your absence. Enough of missing you. You hadn’t been to classes or visited Vagastrom in that time either. He packed your leftovers, closed his truck and headed to your dorm. 

There was no answer when he knocked. Once, then again a few minutes later. He texted you, part of him thinking you wouldn’t answer or leave him on read again. To his surprise, you texted back, letting him know the spare key was under the pot of hydrangeas. Sure enough, there was a small silver key when he checked. He only needed to take a step from the door to reach it. A damn strong wind could have knocked the potted plant over and revealed the key. He frowned and unlocked the door, ready to chastise you for the foolish breach in security. It was one of the most obvious places, for fuck’s sake. 

Inside was dark, like you had turned in for bed already, but it wasn’t even seven o’clock. He left your takeout on the table and headed toward your room. 

The evening sun was filtered through the sheer curtains, casting rays of light that reached out for you but couldn’t penetrate the gloom that surrounded you. Dust drifted in the hazy glow. 

You were in your sleep clothes, balled up and facing away from him. You didn’t turn around, didn’t look at him, even though the creak of the stairs heralded his arrival. All he saw was unkept hair draped across the pillow and your hunched shoulders.

The room smelled like sleep, but also something off. Almost like sickness and musk. 

“Are you sick?” He asked in lieu of a proper greeting. 

“No. Just tired.” You sounded more than tired, voice deep and gravelly from disuse. 

Sho joined you in bed, lying on top of the covers and molding his body to yours. You didn’t move as he wrapped an arm around your middle.

“Talk to me.” 

There was a long silence, like you were mulling over your words, or perhaps debating on whether you’d answer him at all. 

“Nothing to talk about.” 

He sighed deep through his nose. You had gone too deep into the pit in your chest. He didn’t doubt that the reasons you got there were no longer conscious thoughts, leaving you trapped in a hopeless emotional void. 

“It’s too much, isn’t it?” 

You didn’t answer. He rested his cheek on your head, speaking quietly into your neck. 

“It shouldn’t have gone this far. That’s not your fault.” 

Your breathing deepened. 

“It’s okay to take time for yourself, you know. Let yourself heal before you get to this point. Because now it feels like its not worth it, right?” 

Your shoulders tensed, and he knew he was hitting the mark. 

“Do you feel like you’re worth the effort?” 

You trembled. 

“No.” That one, devastating word came out a tiny wail. It was an echo of what you were crying out deep inside. Burning tears slipped onto your pillow. 

He had forced this. Made you face that hurt you were hiding from, and he hated himself for it. But it was necessary, there was no other way to push you through it to the other side. 

Sho grit his teeth and swallowed the heartbreak from seeing you giving up on yourself.

“Turn around.” He put his hand on your shoulder, gently coaxing you to face him. You hid you crying face from him as much as you could, but the moment before you buried your face in his chest he saw. Something inside him shattered. 

He cradled your head, resting his chin atop it while you sobbed and hiccuped into his shirt. Enduring the sounds of your despair was like being tossed around in a sinking lifeboat amid a storm. No shelter, with barely any resolve left to hold on to before he sank alongside you. 

But you eventually quieted, and he breathed out shakily, knowing the worst was over.  

You worked through what you had been holding back, but there was little he could say about your problems being solved. Nothing else had changed. The world was as dark as it had always been, but you weren’t dealing with it alone. You had someone looking out for you when it was too much. 

He’d do better this time. 

“I know picking yourself up is the hardest part, so let me do it. All you need is a little self-care. And that starts with a bath.” Sho looked at you, wiping tears and smoothing your hair gently as he could without snagging on the knots. 

“I brought you food. It’ll be warmed up by the time you’re done.” Regretfully, he detached himself from you and helped you to sit up. 

“Come on, it’s not going to get better staying in here.” 

Once you were sitting up, he trusted you not to lay back down while he started your bath water. You drifted in after him, and he left you to give you privacy. 

Sho returned to the kitchen and opened your leftovers. They were cold, so helix the stove and warmed the food, freshening the flavor with some extra butter and seasoning. Not too much. He tasted it frequently to make sure he didn’t go overboard. 

You came out of the bath, so quiet he didn’t notice you at first. When he did, the plate was set in front of you. He knew it was a bigger portion than you could handle now, but on the off chance your hunger pangs decided to reappear, he gave you all of it. You stared at the plate as if it were a mountain, then pecked at it. 

Sho didn’t bring any for himself and didn’t want to make a run to the store to risk finding you in bed again. He rummaged through your pantry, promising to reimburse you for whatever he took. The options were limited, so he settled for instant ramen with a soft boiled egg. While he made it he watched you pick at the food, doing your best to eat it with little appetite. He flashed you a soft smile every time your eyes met, his quiet way of saying he was proud of you.

After dinner, he told you to relax, so long as you did something that got you out of that depressive headspace. You settled on the couch, idly browsing channels, flipping so fast it was clear you had predetermined nothing was of interest to you. 

Sho couldn’t leave you. Not even to swing by his room to pick up some sleep clothes. There was no one he trusted to bring him some without making a scene over it. He slipped into your room and picked something out while you waited on the couch. 

Your eyes widened when he came out wearing your pastel blue lounge pants with chubby cats floating among smiling clouds, a pink and white tank top that barely reached his navel. The few inches of his stomach that was bare kept drawing your gaze. He thought nothing of it, daring you to tease him when he saw that you stared with your mouth open in a cute little ‘o’. 

“What?” He challenged.

“What are you doing?” 

“Staying over. Didn’t plan it so I didn’t have my own clothes.” Sho put his hands on the couch on either side of you, locking you under his conspiratorial smirk. “This’ll be our little secret.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and sat beside you, slinging an arm across your shoulders while you continued to take him in from head to toe. 

“You’re ridiculous.” A brittle laugh escaped you. Sho gauged your smile, seeing how it was tired, but genuine. Bittersweet. 

It was a start. 

“Yeah, well, don’t let it get around.” 

Sho stopped and cut his eyes to Leo, not noticing how the thread bunched in one spot until it was tangled. 

“Have you talked to her about it?” Sho already knew the answer. 

“What’s the fun in that?” Leo swung his baton playfully, flexing his power over the room as he had since he donned the damn uniform.

“This place is getting to you.” Sho saved the scowl meant for Leo, directing it at his ruined seam instead. He stopped the sewing machine and cut through the ruined threads. 

Leo didn’t deign to confirm or deny the things he could get away with in a maximum security prison. He sauntered behind Sho, clonking him on the head on his way past. Before crossing the room to pretend he kept watch, he leaned close to whisper in Sho’s ear while the rider started the sewing machine up again. 

“We both know you want to give her a test drive. You’re just too much of a pussy to shoot your shot.” 

Sho cursed and jerked his hand back. His finger passed under the needle enough for it to run through his skin. Leo chuckled at his blunder stepping away before he called out, “See you tonight, partner.” 

Several heads turned, including Alan’s. The other prisoners shot Sho a nasty glare, assuming he was willing to be some warden’s bitch for special treatment. Sho kept his head down, cursing Leo more than the sting in his bleeding finger. 

~~~ 

“Don’t fucking do it, Leo,” Sho grumbled. 

It was past midnight and you and Leo were the only ones on guard in this wing. Leo had sent you to get drinks to help wake you up. He offered the promise that he’d have a snack ready when you returned. That ‘snack’ happened to be a groggy Sho. 

You looked between the two men, surprised, as you shut the door to the security room. 

“Did something happen? Where’s Alan?” 

“The himbo’s still asleep.” Leo slouched in the desk chair and reached out for one of the drinks you brought. He put it on the desk and stepped toward you, not stopping until he was so close the brim of your hats knocked together. You tried to back away, only to find yourself pressed against the door. 

You glanced at Sho with a clear question in your eyes. His expression was stern, his body tense but he made no audible protest to what was going on yet. That was when you noticed his hands were behind his back. You heard the cuffs hit the wall when he shifted his weight. 

“This place is pretty uncomfortable for you, isn’t it? All these men who haven’t seen a woman in months, years, even. Must be scary.” His tone was light and taunting, as if he took enjoyment out of the situation you were in. 

“You’re hardly any better off. They’re looking at you just as much.” They weren’t, but you wanted to take some of that power from him. Any attempt to put you on equal footing. He was plotting something, and it was clear you couldn’t look to Sho for help. 

You had the option of running to Alan, if you couldn’t dissuade Leo’s plans yourself. Thus far, you were never successful. He always thought he was right and he knew how to get what he wanted. You hated that about him, among many other things. 

His stupid smug face, his boyish smiles, the piercing brilliance of his eyes. His smile widened, as if he knew you were cursing him for being too attractive for you to ignore. 

“You think so? I’m not about to fuck some ugly ass prisoners. I am kinda in the mood though~” Leo’s suggestive lilt was punctuated with a sleazy look down your form. The uniform was hardly flattering, but it wasn’t dissuading him. 

Sho snorted and rolled his eyes. 

“Are you fucking serious?” You shoved Leo’s shoulder, trying to get around him. As you fumed, he brought his baton down against the wall, hard, mere inches in front of your face. 

“Got something better to do than us?” Leo casually slung the baton over his shoulder. 

Sho’s cheeks flushed pink. He pretended to be more interested in the security camera feed, despite his alertness pulling him back to you and Leo. 

“You’re in on this too?” You asked Sho. 

“Not… exactly,” Sho said, grimacing at how lame his own response was. You narrowed your eyes, waiting for him to elaborate. 

“Sho’s had a widdle puppy crush on you for months now, haven’t you, Sho?” Leo locked the door from the inside. He possessed the only key available to you, since the guard captain had the other. To escape, you would have to wrench it away from him. 

You were more concerned with the locked door than Sho’s supposed crush. You didn’t even believe it, seeing as while Leo wasn’t around, Sho was generally kind to everyone. You didn’t notice any differential treatment between you and Subaru, or Ren on days he helped out at the diner. It was more Leo being Leo. 

“Pot, meet kettle. You’re the one pushing for this.” 

“What can I say, I’m curious.” Leo shrugged. He moseyed toward you after you moved away from the door. “Don’t fight it, Honor Roll. When do you think you’ll get another chance to be with us? We’re not always going to be bored enough to give you a chance.” 

You let the heavy silence stretch on as you weighed your options. You were pissed Leo cornered you like this. Pissed at Sho’s passive display. He could fight his way out of this if he wanted, but so could you. That was why you were pissed at yourself for being frozen with indecision. Fucking them had crossed your mind, but doing it here was filthier than any of your fantasies, in a bad way. Running to Alan would be just as embarrassing as gritting your teeth and giving these two a rough fuck. You were tired of being a damsel, and Alan would probably lecture them instead of beating them to a pulp like you wanted. 

“Let’s get this over with.” You crossed your arms, intent on not making this easy for them. You were uncomfortable, despite the wetness pooling between your thighs. The reaction was infuriating since your mind was anything but turned on. 

Leo dragged his baton up your leg, over your hip and up to your chest. He unbuttoned your shirt until your bra peeked through the uniform. 

“Black lace, huh? Sexy. You weren’t expecting this, were you?” Leo’s fingers hooked into the middle of your bra where the cups were joined, tugging to watch your breasts jiggle. 

“Wasn’t meant for you,” you smirked. 

“Knew you had it for the himbo. Looks like you’re stuck with us instead.” Leo turned you around to stand you in front of Sho. He was pressed against your back, resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing against your ass.  

“So long as you’re aware how much I’m settling for you.” You knelt in front of Sho, meeting his conflicted expression with disgust. 

“You don’t have to, you know,” he said. A slight bulge in front of your face betrayed his concerned act. In truth, you knew his hesitation was real, but he made no move to put Leo in his place, no move to protect you. You wanted for him to stand up for you for once, in a way that involved more conviction than half-assed protests. Your wish had yet to be granted, and it hurt that you didn’t expect it to ever happen.

“Don’t pretend you’re on my side. We both know you’ll go along with whatever the fuck he wants.” 

Guilt flashed across Sho’s face. He couldn’t hold your glare, averting his eyes as he buckled under the truth of your words. Leo interrupted your moment by reaching around your head to pull down Sho’s pants. You couldn’t take your eyes off of Sho’s cock being stroked by Leo, mere inches from your face. It must have felt good, since Sho’s shame disappeared. He rested his head against the wall and bucked his hips. Once he was fully hard, Leo put his hand on the back of your head and guided you forward. 

“Go ahead. Show us what you did to his brother to get your honor roll status.” 

“Don’t fucking talk about him right now.” Sho gasped when you took him in your mouth. Leo pushed your head down until you braced yourself by placing both of your hands on the wall behind Sho and locking your arms to keep Leo from pushing you too far. You were only midway down Sho’s length and it was as much as you could comfortably take. 

Leo took the hint and guided your rhythm instead. He kept one hand on the back of your head and one under your jaw. You looked up and got lost in Sho’s swimming blue eyes, swirling with the intensity of an oceanic whirlpool. He had wanted this and his eagerness was stoked with each stroke of your tongue along his shaft. 

“How’s the view from up there?” Leo asked. 

If Sho thought about back talking, he decided to forgo it for your benefit. 

“Incredible.” His breath hitched any time his cock hit the back of your throat, since you were able to get used to him at your own pace. 

“Can’t say the view’s too good from down here.” 

You took more of Sho, deep enough to gag around his tip as your way of disagreeing with Leo. Sho looked even hotter with a pleasured, heavy lidded gaze locking onto you. His focus bounced between your lips wrapped around him and your eyes, which almost expressed forgiveness since him fucking your mouth was on your bucket list. 

“Uncuff me, asshole.” Sho shifted slowly, careful not to thrust too deep in your mouth from the movement, while Leo complied without any sass. Once freed, Sho only took a moment to flex the ache from his wrists before he cupped your cheek, stroking it on his way to cradle the back of your head. He wasn’t guiding you like Leo did, only bracing himself and feeling your soft hair running through his fingers. 

Leo disappeared behind you. Wariness made your skin prickle, doubly so when you heard the chair rolling behind you. 

“How sweet. You two lovebirds are making me jealous.” Next, you heard Leo unzipping his pants. “Stand up, Honor Roll. Don’t finish him yet.” 

You pulled back slowly and hollowed your cheeks. His lips quirked when you released him with a wet pop. He helped you to your feet and Leo’s hands were on your pants the instant you turned around. He lowered your pants casually, as if to deny his excitement shone in the wet spot in his underwear. He guided you to kneel on the chair, gripping the back of it so your ass was presented to them. The baton slipped between your wet folds and was raised to Sho’s lips. 

“Have a taste, since you’re so into her.” 

“Keep talking, Leo. She’s about to see the real you come out to play.” Sho gave the baton a tentative lick where your wetness was. Upon pulling back, desire flooded through him again and he went back for a second taste. 

“You’re kinda hot when you lick my baton,” Leo said. 

“Not happening again. Move.” Sho aligned himself with your entrance and dragged his weeping cock along your slit. He slid inside while Leo positioned himself in front of you, taking out his cock and slipping it in your mouth as you gasped at Sho’s slow thrust. 

Sho’s grip was firm on your hips as he fucked you. Every impact of his hips sent you rocking forward on Leo’s cock, allowing Sho to drive the pace. Leo watched you with faint interest, masking himself to appear less affected than his body admitted. 

Despite how infuriating they were, your body was alight with pleasure. Having Leo watch and degrade you was hotter than you hoped he ever realized, and Sho was as considerate as Leo was not. He pressed a finger onto your clit, rubbing faster when you moaned. 

“Mm-“ Leo cut off his moan by biting into his bottom lip and holding his breath. 

“Go ahead,” Sho said. His voice was rough from exerting himself. “Show her what you’re really like.” 

“Nah, it’s going to take more than one lousy blowjob to earn that.” Leo’s arrogant smirk angered you, briefly overriding the pleasure of being spit roasted by them. You pride was wounded far too many times by his remarks. Leo could thank his smart mouth for making you apathetic towards his pain. You bared your teeth and scraped them down his shaft. 

“Fuck!” A beautifully pathetic cry tore from Leo’s throat. You tasted salt on your tongue and he got even harder. He appeared to be out of snide comments after that, shallowly rocking his hips to thrust into your mouth as if it was almost too much but too good to stop. 

Sho leaned over you to whisper in your ear, still thrusting into you. 

“In case you didn’t notice, he really likes pain.” Sho flicked Leo’s balls and earned another whimper. 

Now you were satisfied with the power you had over them. Sho’s thrusts slowly got more desperate, and Leo shifted into this whimpering mess you had never seen before. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his fluttering eyelids. Every time he peeked at you, his eyes rolled up to reveal only the whites. You curled a fist and punched him in the balls. 

“Mommy, fuck!” Leo spurted hot, thick cum on your tongue as his knees buckled. A string of needy whines mixed with pleas and gasps. A low chuckle  rumbled in your ear. 

“Told you, you couldn’t handle her.” Sho’s fingers toyed with your clit faster. He also rewarded you with a kiss to your neck. 

You sat up, Leo’s cum still pooled on your tongue, and licked his cheek. His cum dripped down his face and onto his shirt. He pushed your face away, half-laughing, half-grimacing. 

“Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, you found a kink. Good job, Honor Roll. Now finish Sho.” 

You swallowed the last of Leo’s cum while Sho pulled you to stand. Leo snatched the chair as soon as you vacated it and watched while Sho hoisted you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his hips. He fucked you against the wall to the sound of Leo popping open his drink and taking a noisy sip. 

Sho rested his forehead against yours as he coaxed you ever closer to your climax. The thought of kissing you had crossed his mind, but your lips still tasted of Leo’s cum. When your peak finally signaled his, he rested his face against your shoulder and groaned. 

Infuriating, slow clapping rang through the room, echoing off the walls. You and Sho glared at Leo, still sitting untucked in the chair. 

“We have got to ditch him next time,” you murmured to Sho.