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His bed smelled like him, your senses were swarmed with him and you drowned in it. Everything was so hazy and air was hard to come by in your current position, face buried in the pillow he was pressing your head down into.

It was humiliating and degrading. He laughed breathlessly as he fucked you, finding nothing but the greatest pleasure in your barely muffled noises. You were listening to him, pliant for him, and spread around his cock just as he wanted you to be.

It was a fluke, a dare, a dumbass joke. Sneak into his room. Don’t get caught. Steal something. But he caught you and this was your punishment. You can’t remember who even sent you in here to provoke him. All you could think about was the way the front of his thighs smacked against the back of yours and how your insides were begging for it.

But he liked it. Gyutaro didn’t give a fuck about what you liked, but he knew you liked it just as much as he did.

You tried to lift your upper half up on shaky arms only to be brought back down to the pillow by his forceful hand gripping the root of your hair. The air was pushed right back out of you and his pace slowed down, awww, he was feeling kind. He pulled your head back by the hair, pulling you up onto all fours properly like you wanted to be.

“Can you stop whining?” He hissed, hand sliding from your hair to grip the back of your neck, “All you do is bitch and moan.” He emphasized his last word by shoving you back down into the mattress.

With his sister out for the weekend, you knew you wouldn’t be home until Monday. Littered with hickeys and bruises but satisfied well beyond what you needed. The only reason you went into his room was to purely provoke him, the theft was an excuse you could use to invade his space. The lecherous neet who scoffed at your presence and acted as if you were the issue that kept him grinding his teeth at night, you needed to see him uncomfortable.

You knew what kind of freak he was when you first laid eyes on his hunched form in the kitchen. Intially you believed him hunched due to late nights with shrimp posture stationed infront of his computer, now you are well aware his posture was because he was always poised to pounce. His hands always itching to touch you, feel your softness under him.