*ੈ✩ Oblivion

You squirm and twist in his hold, trying to pull away, but Suguru only tightens his arms around you, holding you in place like it takes no effort at all as a breathy chuckle leaves him.

“I’m hitting it right, aren’t I?” he murmurs.

You nod immediately, already breathing hard. Beneath you, he groans when he bottoms out again. He flexes his arms tighter because he wants to see your tits squished together.

“Sugu,” you whimper, “you’re too deep.”

His lips hover near your ear as he whispers, “How else am I supposed to fuck you pregnant, hm?”

Your body reacts instantly at this.

Your cunt clenches around his cock at the words as the image of getting knocked up by him flashes through your mind. Your thighs are already soaked, proof of the two orgasms you’ve had back to back. Your slick smears all over him, even soaking the patch of hair at his pelvis.

Then, Suguru slides one hand down between your legs. His middle finger finds your clit almost immediately, pressing down before circling it slowly.

Your back arches sharply at the combined sensation. At this point, your body feels overwhelmed with pleasure from everything he’s already done to you, that you can't feel your face anymore.

“Suguru—” you gasp. “S’too… too much.”

You buck and twist in his hold, trying to pull away from the overwhelming sensation, but his grip only grows firmer.

His arm flex around you as he pulls you right back against him every time you try to move. Your movements grow more frantic, shoulders jerking as you try to escape the sensation, but he barely shifts at all.

“And you’re gonna take it.” He thrusts sharply upward, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Gonna—” he exhales with a strain, “—show everyone whose cum is leaking down your legs. Fuck.”

Your body melts back against him, limp and breathless, mouth parted as Suguru continues to drive up into you. Your pussy aches from how rough he’s been, but his veiny cock feels too good for you to even think about protesting.

You reach back, grabbing his face from behind and pulling him into a messy, open mouth kiss.

“M’gonna give you an heir,” you murmur against his lips. “And— ah— let you fuck me while I’m pregnant.” You tug at his bottom lip and look at him through your lashes, "You like that, Sugu?"

“Sounds perfect,” Suguru says with a quiet smirk. “Fucking each other stupid and all that."

Each thrust pulls a low grunt from him. Your eyes roll back as your toes curl as your third orgasm finally hits. Your back arches over his chest, your body trembling as your pussy clenches and flutters tightly around him.

Suguru’s pace turns desperate, drilling into you faster now. With one final thrust, he pushes his cock deeper, tip brushing your cervix as he finishes inside you.

“Can’t wait–” he breathes heavily as he strokes himself once more, pushing his cum deeper back into you. “–to tell everyone we’re expecting.”

Only when he starts to soften does his usual gentleness return.

“Baby,” you mumble weakly.

He presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “Hm?”

“I think…” you pant between words, “…maybe we shouldn’t… tell the association yet.”

Suguru rolls his eyes and scoffs lightly. “And why is that?” He waits for your answer, even gently nudging you. "Baby?"

He waits for you to say something again. When he tilts his head to check on you, he lets out a tired chuckle, realizing sleep has completely taken over you.

“Must’ve fucked you so good for you passed out on me.”

“huh?” his head tilts down at you, the back and forth of his hips stuttering because you’re still squeezing down around him but with his next deep thrust, your toes curl and your voice is steady as you look up at him this time.

“wrio, wake up!”

wriothesley jolts from where he’s resting back on the couch in his office, almost bumping into where you’re resting over the top of him as your palm shakes at his chest. his gaze is still bleary with sleep as he wakes but he can still make out the amused smile on your lips as you giggle at the sight of him so mused from his impromptu nap.

“really? sleeping on the job? i thought the duke was better than that.” you pout cutely and oh he feels the look in his cock when it’s accompanied by the press of your fingertips still against his chest. he wants to hold you there, to press you against him - to recreate every lewd position he’s been dreaming of in real time.

but for now, he laughs as his hand rests on top of your own,

“oh, not at all - i was just resting my eyes after running a few numbers.” the growl of wriothesley’s voice is still thick with sleep as he responds, and the sound only seems to lure you even closer as you give him a sultry look from beneath your lashes.

“really? but it seemed like you were dreaming about something nice.” your brows wiggle at him and he knows it’s more than obvious given the cold sweat and the quick rise and fall of his chest.. although he’s sure the heavy, noticeable bulge in his slacks isn’t doing him any favours either. you push yourself up a moment later; to walk to the other end of the room, to make him a tea no doubt but despite how much he wants one, there’s something he wants a little more right now as he tugs at your hips to pull you back.

it takes little of wriothesley’s strength for him to hook himself around you before you can leave, using just enough until you’re losing balance and finding refuge over the top of his body instead as you stumble into straddling his lap. just the perfect positioning for you to feel how perfectly timed your visit was..

“really?” you giggle, playfully as you pat at the duke beneath you’s chest but the sound doesn’t seem to last long when his palms find their way to your hips, squeezing before he’s taking a languid handful of your ass a moment later to chuckle.

“oh yeah, i was actually having this really lovely dream.” wriothesley’s voice responds, words long and low and you feel the next look he gives you in your gut when his next movement is to drag you along the hard bulge of his cock, grinding up into you as you both rest on the comfortable couch in his office. you try hard to muffle the sweet sounds given the environment, but you can’t help how warm you feel already as he rubs you through the fabric of your panties.

“i thought you were just resting your eyes.” he chuckles at that, deliberately slowing down his movements a moment later until your hips are taking a desperate pace themselves; one that he has no trouble suppressing when his hands squeeze you again, holding you still and spread along the quickly dampening fabric of his uniform as he sighs contently up at you.

you’d assume he was unbothered if you couldn’t feel him already throbbing against your clothed cunt,

“well, it seems i ended up lost in thought.” he smirks, shrugging beneath you as his fingertips tease beneath the hem of your shirt. “you want me to tell you about it? oh, i could go into great detail - but you gotta ask nicely first.”

⭒ ALHAITHAM

“it feels so good.. i- i cant! it’s too much.”

your pretty lips curl into an ‘o’ with every wet connection of alhaitham’s hips with yours, and he’s staring down at you, watching so intently as you cream around his cock for the nth time.

you sound heavily, albeit embarrassed and already fucked out, pretty little punched out gasps of his name as his body claps with yours and you’re making such a mess of him. its so cute the way you’re trying to hide behind your palms, kicking your feet out from underneath you whenever his eyes leave yours to watch the way his cock presses deep into the plush press of your walls - so adorable as you try to hide yourself from him despite the way he’s got you spread so lewdly.

“what? you’re embarrassed now of all times?” alhaitham’s words lilt teasingly as his gaze cuts through you and he feels the way his tone makes you squeeze around him, making him scoff. “it’s nothing you haven’t shown me before.”

you whine at his words but oh, he’s so close already - your pretty pussy is fanning the flames of his orgasm with every one of your own he’s dragged out from you. his teeth grit as he groans and he begins a pace that’s a little faster, rougher when he feels you shake beneath him - wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pull him even closer, chest to chest.

alhaitham hisses with the next saccharine squeeze of your cunt around him, letting his eyes trace between you as he watches the ring of cream that gathers around the rim of his cock - catching on the hairs at his pelvis with every clapping withdrawal and his hands almost curl fists into your side.

he can’t help but feel a little smug, keeping you pinned to the mattress beneath you both as your lips part once more and your head presses back into the cushions.

you’re about to give him another one, aren’t you?

“alhaitham? what’re you doing?” he’s sweating hard when your words suddenly call him out of sleep and he’s awoken to the press of your back against his bare chest. you’re giving him a tilted, drowsy look over your shoulder and his hands squeeze into you unbearably tight.

it’s embarrassing really, humiliating as alhaitham realises the situation he’s in because he can feel the arousal that’s slick along his cock, straining and leaking against his pyjamas pants and what’s worse is he’s pressed against you - who knows how long he’s been grinding into you like an animal in heat.

he feels embarrassed that his insatiable need was what woke you up in the first place as he tries to peel himself away from you ever so slightly, letting his hands rest on your hips in a more casual hold instead of the vibe grip he had you in a moment ago. he could always slip away to the bathroom as a means to let you sleep if he has to… this was quite unlike him.

“enough gawking,” he begins, a little sharper than he intends so he makes sure to soften his next words, making sure he’s not taking his own humiliation out on you as he sighs. “just.. just try to go back to sleep for a while.”

you’re well aware he was dreaming, it was obvious in the way your usual calm and collected boyfriend seems to have let his want get the best of him for once. although alhaitham will never admit it, you can basically feel the embarrassment radiating off of him in waves as his hand moves to smooth softly along the length of your arm, like a wordless apology in the hopes it’ll soothe you enough to have you asleep again to forget all about it.

“do you think you can?” your eyes glint as you tease him, trying to bring a little lightheartedness to the situation as the man behind you clicks his tongue.

“why wouldn’t i? its still a bit early for me.” not only was the sizeable bulge in his pants a dead give away, but you think the fact he’s deliberately trying not to press his hips into yours again because of that very fact is also telling that alhaitham probably isn’t going to get back to sleep until he deals with his problem.

so you decide to do him a favour, deliberately inching yourself back into him again to grind against his still hard cock, and you feel his fingers twitch tightly into your skin as you do. “just incase you wanted some help.” your suggestion is followed by another subtle grind of your hips, pretending you’re just trying to get comfy but you feel him stiffen behind you as you do.. you feel him throb too.

alhaitham almost stutters on his next exhale before he clears his throat to speak, lips pressing against the back of your shoulder as he sighs,

“i guess that idea wouldn’t be too troublesome.. although you doing it alone may be too much of a hassle.” he’s trying to sound like it isn’t that big of a deal but when you reach back to wrap your fingers around the length of his clothed cock, giving him a soft stroke of your palm - it’s almost instinctive the way his hips twitch into the touch and you giggle.

“i can stop if you’d prefer?” you look back to bat your lashes at him, and for the first time since this exchange started, his gaze lifts to meet yours - it’s lidded and dark and it makes you almost tremble as you press yourself back into his chest.

“i was more referring to would you like me to lend you a hand, or could you not tell that was an excuse?” alhaitham quips as you continue to palm at his clothed cock, breathing heavy until he decides he’s finally had enough and it’s quick the way he’s suddenly pulling away to roll you onto your back so he can press over you instead.

the position is familiar to the one he’d just seen you in not too long ago, but he doesn’t think anything will ever compare to the real deal as he watches you quickly push down the hem of your panties. he scoffs at your eagerness, although he can already feel the flames of his orgasm begin to spark again when you give him that pretty, pleading look - spreading your thighs to welcome him into the intimate skin as you reach to help him with his waistband next.

“don’t rush now, take it slowly.”

⭒ DILUC

“i need you, please fill me—ah! fill me up..” you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like diluc reaches, the blunt head of his cock effortlessly pressing up against your sensitive spots, making your hips twist beneath him as he fucks you into the mattress. his hands squeeze at your hips and his next breath is accompanied by a kiss that he so eagerly smears against your cheek as he turns to look at you.. no, to admire you.

he loves you like this - fingers in his hair to pull, forcing him closer as you scratch at his scalp and it only makes his efforts all the more worthwhile as he hisses through his teeth with your next tug at his roots.

“i know, i’ll take care of you.. i always do after all.” the pace of diluc’s thrusts grow faster with his words, like he’s fulfilling his promise as his grip on your skin turns bruising. the weight of his muscled body presses up close to your own, snug and warm as his cock twitches inside of the needy swell of your cunt and he feels like he can barely breathe with how tight it feels like you’re squeezing him.

“i’m.. you’re gonna make me cum, my love. you’ll be good and take all of it, won’t you?” he gasps before he moans, but he doesn’t hold back, not when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss below him. your fingers only tug tighter in his hair as you brush them through the vermillion roots, and he takes a pace that makes your body jolt from beneath him as he feels his orgasm throb in his core, then his cock next as he nears his blissful end..

you’re almost there too, he can feel it.

the vibration of his groans echo somewhere deep in his chest as his cock thickens inside of your soaked cunt and you respond only with a choked little cry of your own as diluc squeezes his eyes closed.

“you’re burning up, do you feel sick?” your voice is soft, gentle and unwavering when you call him from his sleep and it makes him take a quick inhale as he wakes against your chest abruptly. your fingers are still in his hair, but it’s different now, soft pets and scratches - the very circumstances that had him dozing off against you to begin with after a particularly long shift at the tavern.

if diluc wasn’t burning up before, he certainty is now as he realises the circumstances of his position - he’s still sweating hard from his lewd dream, one that starred you and him ofcourse. but he almost feels shameful that he’d dreamed of you in such a sinful position given how you’re simply showing him a little affection.

he wonders if you can feel the heavy weight of his cock where it’s resting against your thigh, he clears his throat in the hopes to distract you regardless, “it’s.. it’s nothing to worry about, my dear.”

he takes another inhale but his heart is racing in his chest - he knows you’re observant and even if you weren’t.. the flush on his cheeks will be sure to give him away, “it was just.. something on my mind is all.” diluc swallows, before pressing you into him a little tighter and you hum like you’re listening before giving his scalp another innocent scratch with your nails.

the sensation makes him throb as he tries to swallow down a choked groan.

“do you wanna talk about it.” you ask, kindly as you always are and archons - if this wasn’t already difficult enough, that sweet little tone you use only seems to make him burn even hotter.

“it’s quite complicated.” diluc makes the mistake of looking up at you as he answers, to see the pretty expression your face takes as your lips part to quiz him and that’s his weakness.. you’re his weakness as he winds up pushing himself to kneel over you. your fingers leave his hair as he does and he wants nothing more than to feel them there again.. under different, although familiar circumstances.

his voice takes a lower drawl with his next statement. “although, if it’s not too much trouble, i could show you.” you don’t say anything back at first but you let him move you, so easily given his strength as he pulls you beneath him from where you rest on his bed already and your lips twitch into a smile when you blink up at him.

“well, would that make you feel better?” teasing, warm - you’re beautiful as you let your arms reach to rest around his shoulders and diluc’s exhale is almost ragged and hungry when he feels the way your fingers brush through his hair again. he can barely wait to have you completely as he grinds his hips down into you, pressing his weight against you as his hard cock throbs between your spread thighs.

you gasp and he groans, trembling with anticipation as his fingers twitch into your sides.

“oh yes, my love - it would indeed.”

⭒ NEUVILLETTE

you’re beautiful.. breathtaking, neuvillette thinks as he watches you - taking careful, pretty steps around the floor of his office as you dress in only the finest lingerie, like you’re draped in pears, like something from a dream as he breathes ragged.

he’s not even given a second thought to the fact you’re both in his place of work, that anyone could walk in right about now with how busy his duties have him but he doesn’t care, to be quite honest - he hasn’t even thought about it because you’re looking at him and he feels like he can barely breathe.

“do you like it?” you drawl, sultry as your lips wrap around each syllable and neuvillette feels his breathing hitch as you push closer, he feels every step in the depths of his abdomen as lust and pleasure tremble beneath it. he swallows loud before he answers, although his gaze is lidded, almost hungry when you come close enough for him to reach out to touch you as you stand before him.

“i find it.. um, yes i find it to be quite beautiful.” his fingers squeeze into the back of your thighs as he urges you closer, letting you stand between his spread thighs as he sits back on his seat at his desk and he exhales, although the breath trembles with your touch as you press into him.

neuvillette’s eyes blink up at you and you smile, reaching down to take his hand in your own before you’re tracing it along the hem of your panties - whimpering when you feel his touch curl into the skin, hooking under the pretty lace and you keen beautifully. his breathing is unsettled, although his touch is eager as you urge him to press beneath the fabric and he does so with such tenderness before he stops just short of your folds.

“are you ready?” he can basically feel the heat from between your thighs as you ask, like a fountain that he’s more than eager to drink from and he leans in to let his lips ghost the skin of your abdomen before he answers.

“yes.” neuvillette stutters, until suddenly he’s jolted awake by the sharp knocks on his office door and his answers seems to echo out loud as he wakes.

he realises with his next blink that he’s currently hunched slightly over his desk - alone and now suddenly aroused as he tries to quickly pull himself together and catch his breath. he only has a few seconds before he’s greeted by whoever is just about to push into his office, given his accidental acknowledgment.

they weren’t exactly the intended recipient for the words.. or so he thought.

to his surprise, and his pleasure, it’s you who he sees a beat later as you pout at him. “i’ve been knocking for like five minutes, are you okay?” and still, you’re beautiful, much like you always are as you push into his office - you’re not dressed in the lingerie you were wearing a moment ago but it doesn’t take away from the sight of you at all as he feels his cock throb in his slacks.

“m-my apologies.. it seems i got wrapped up in my work.” neuvillette stammers although hes unaware of the flush of his cheeks and the breathlessness of his usual unwavering tone. you, on the other hand, are as you push yourself closer - out of suspiciousness if not anything else, but he can’t seem to look away from you when it resembles the same path you were walking in his dream.

just like before, you only stop when you’re close enough to almost stand between his spread thighs, although it still gives you a close enough view to truly take in the mess of the iudex as he rests in his seat.

the bulge in neuvillette’s slacks is obvious as he looks at you from beneath his lashes but there’s something hungry.. wild in his gaze as his fingers twitch into the sides of his seat, like he’s holding back as you blink down at him.

“you’re so tense.” your words curl, softly as you take him in - flushed cheeks, gentle pants and he only seems to burn even warmer when you let your fingers reach out to graze up the trail of his shoulders. “i can help you relax if you like?”

you’re teasing, but neuvillette doesn’t waste another second before his hands are on you, albeit taking his time as he explores your body, completely entranced by the press of your beneath his palms as he pulls you into close the distance.

he has no intention of letting this opportunity slip from between his fingers again as he touches you, languid squeezes of his palms travelling from your thighs to your waist to your breasts and he lifts up your shirt gently to let his lips trail along your abdomen as he breathes deep.

“please.. forgive my brashness, i just find your company to be.. quite pleasing.”

⭒ CHILDE

“well this is most unexpected.” childe groans from where he’s resting back in your sheets, lidded gaze narrowing on yours as you blink up at him from where you’re pressing wet, suckled kisses up the sides of his cock. every breath you take is warm, breathed along the sensitive glands and it makes his toes curl as you wrap him in your fingers to squeeze.

“you’ve been working a lot.” your voice comes out slightly choked, like you’re yearning is showing as you give the length of him a few slow, gentle pumps with your fist and it makes the harbinger beneath you shudder before his hips twitch up to follow the friction.

your tongue lolls out from between your lips and it’s slow, the way you trail it along his tip, smearing spit over him to ease every twist of your wrist as childe sucks his lower lip between his teeth to groan.

“hah, so you couldn’t wait to get your hands on me? well, i could get used to this.” he tilts his head down at you, teasing but you only reply by letting him press his cock between your lips as you sink down on him.

you let him guide your head down, fucking into your mouth slowly as he presses back into the plush mattress beneath him - surrounded completely by your scent and you feel his cock twitch on your tongue when your throat closes around him. “i believe this means you missed me?” he breathes, much prettier than before.

your eyes flutter as you look up at childe, and you give the base of his cock a squeeze as you swallow around him, wet spit trailing down your chin with each swirl of his hips - earning a whimper from your smirking lover as he watches you through where his auburn hair has fallen over his face.

another swallow and you choke slightly before pulling back off of him, blinking away your tears and just the sight of those pretty crystalline drops gathering at your lashes makes him twitch, throb against your palm as he shivers beneath you.

“how does it feel?” you ask again, whispery and choked off as your throat aches and childe’s chest bounces as he chuckles, before he’s guiding you back to stretch your lips around him again.

“ajax? wake up! how does it feel?” his first inhale is sharp as he wakes from where he’s passed out on your bed. he’d just come home from a long winded mission and felt the best place to go to get some rest was to your home - not realising that he was about to have you worried sick when he all but collapsed onto your bed as soon as he arrived.

“huh?” childe groans, still a little disorientated and drowsy from his lewd dream of you but he comes to recognise his surroundings quickly - especially when you’re looking down at him.

you sigh as you press a warm cloth along the small scratches on his cheeks, exhaling a breath as you rest on the side of the bed next to him. “thank goodness, i thought you were dead.” you laugh, although you don’t seem to find the situation very funny at all - he picks up on that, as he begins to push himself to sit up a little straighter to reach for you.

“be careful, your wounds will reopen.” you try to push him flat again but it’s no use when it only seems to close the distance between the two of you.

childe remembers now; the way you’d rushed him to bed as soon as he’d returned to you, the look on your face, the way being surrounded by your scent had made his body take the rest it so required now that he was home.

the sight of you so worried for him, pressing into his palms when they cup your cheeks and wiping his wounds makes him even warmer than he was before he woke up. it makes him want you even more as he sends you a tilted grin, it’s an almost smug look - although despite his roughed up image, it seems to make you relax as he begins to guide you closer.

“oh, it’s gonna take a lot more than that.” childe grins as he raises a brow at you, feeling the bed dip beneath him as he pulls you close enough to have you straddle his lap. but still, although you let him, you’re careful enough not to press too much of your weight on him given his circumstances right now.

“ajax! be careful.” you scoff, but he’s stronger than you when he pulls down your hips to lean against his own - snug and tight, and close enough for you to feel the other difficult circumstance that he’s dealing with right now as his hard cock presses between your clothed folds.

childe sends you a pout, one that’s teasing although unfairly handsome as he looks up at you and it makes you click your teeth,

“and here i thought you missed me.” he goads and unfortunately you bite.

“i did!” he hums at that, like it’s exactly the answer he wanted to hear as his hands squeeze into your sides and he grinds you along the length of him. like he’s asking you to prove it.

“well then, id be more than eager to let you to show me.” childe’s teeth glint as he speaks - the abyss of blue in his eyes is darker now, lidded and you can feel the way his cock is begging for the sexual freedom. you can’t say no to him, not when he’s in this state and he knows that - won’t you make him feel better?

he smirks when he feels you go lax above him, easing into his movements until you’re meeting his pace with your hips and he growls with his next breath as you rub your clothed cunt along his cock.

“and dont worry about going easy on me.”

you held out the tupperware container filled to the brim with recently baked chocolate chip cookies—the sweet, warm scent wafting through the plastic. "i did, yes. though i wasn't sure if you had any allergies, so don't feel any pressure to eat them or anything. i just thought it'd be rude to come over without bringing anything."

oh great. less than five minutes into this conversation and you were already rambling.

suguru took the container of baked goods from your hands with a wary look, bringing it up to his nose. "you're not a serial killer by any chance, are you?"

you blinked. "if i was, wouldn't it defeat the purpose of telling you now?" not very reassuring.

regardless, he gestured for you to come inside. you stepped inside the apartment and slid your shoes off at the door, taking in the sight of his living room.

the space was bathed in a dark red light accompanied by sonder’s one night only playing in the background and a couple candles flickering from the coffee table—the warm richness of sandalwood permeating through the air.

“you.. uh.. you really planned this out, huh?” why couldn’t you just have said it looked nice and moved on?

now it was just plain awkward.

well, awkward-er.

sure, you knew the concept of sex and how it was supposed to work, but what every hookup guide always forgot to cover was the before. even if you'd talked before this, the two of you were just strangers. what were you supposed to talk about with him?

how were you supposed to skip this part and go to where you were riding him like a pony?

suguru shrugged, padding over to the kitchen to leave the container of cookies on the counter. “did i do too much?”

“it’s just your apartment nice and all, but the lights seem a little.. excessive.” that was putting it as nicely as possible.

he took the criticism in stride, grabbing a remote from the counter and turning them off before flicking a lamp on, painting the room in a dim orange light. the room was immediately much more warm and welcoming than what’d you first walked into.

you stood at the door, taking a look at the little bits of decoration that you could now see more clearly. a couple figurines, expensive, if you had to guess, a couple books strewn around his coffee table, and a cat tree perched up near the window.

you remembered the small bag in your pocket. digging it out of your pocket, you held it up in between your fingers. “i saw your cat on that one thirst trap,” he didn’t bother protesting—it was a thirst trap, “so i got some treats on the way here. i hope you don’t mind.”

either you were a psychic or you just naturally had a knack for this sort of thing. “they’re her favorite, thanks. take a seat, we don’t bite.”

the previous girls that came over to his apartment usually just gave the cat a little coo or downright ignored her, but you seemed like you wanted to get to know her more than you did him.

suguru wasn't sure if he was amused or if his ego was slightly bruised. (hint: both.)

you took a seat on the black leather couch like you owned the place, patting your lap. “what’s your cat’s name?” you questioned, the cat peering up from her paw at the noise before going back to grooming herself.

“that’s sage.”

you lightly shook the bag of treats, trying to beckon the very uninterested cat with the promise of food and an unconvincing baby voice. your efforts were working. somewhat.

sage lazily trotted her way down from the top of the cat tree before making her way over to you, sitting at your feet. her eyes were calculating, analyzing if you were worth her time. you didn't dare move a muscle when she leaned in to sniff at your socked feet and legs.

just when you were convinced that you'd gotten a big fat F on her evaluation, sage seemed to decide that you were harmless enough. she hopped up on your lap and settled down like the self proclaimed royalty she was, nudging her head against your hand in demand for head pats. you complied.

your fingers ran through the soft black fur while the cat purred like a lawn mower underneath your touch.

"she normally doesn't like strangers," suguru noted, plopping down on the couch cushion next to you.

"do you use that line on everybody that steps foot in here?" well.... yes!

and it usually worked like a charm, thank you very much.

"wait, what, really?" the last girl he'd brought over to his apartment remarked, the very same girl that signed him up for lifelong scientology visits and the army two weeks later after he failed to respond within five minutes, staring at him like he'd hung up the moon and the stars.

"yeah." the cat in question, looked at him with as much disdain as her little body could muster. suguru made a mental promise to reward the cat with catnip and treats for helping him spit out the first bullshit that came to his mind. the girl seemed too happily convinced, going as far as calling herself sage’s step mom.

needless to say, the cat hadn't been all too happy about getting squeezed and cradled around like a baby by a woman she'd never seen before and never saw again after. her displeasure was obvious if the broken flower vases and scratches on his leather furniture were anything to go by.

he'd stopped using that line. or so he thought.

"...no."

you raised a brow, gaze full of suspicion as you stared at him. barely applying any pressure. and just like a rubber band, he ended up snapping within seconds, “…yes, fine, i have. but it’s the first time i’ve meant it.”

you weren't sure if he was full of shit. but the cat seemed to like you decently enough, starting her own biscuit factory on the fabric of your jeans with each ear rub. “how’d you end up getting her?”

suguru looked over to see you and his cat getting along decently well, finding himself a little lost in the scene when your question finally registered and you were staring at him.

“i found her locked up in a cage close to home. her owners called her a devil and all kinds of names, their own negligence, really,” he rolled his eyes, reaching out to pet her chin, “anyways, they were all too happy having someone to hand off the cat to.”

the two of you sat in a comfortable silence after a few questions from one another, getting to know each other a bit better apart from late night conversations. only the sounds of sage’s purring and the outside world filled the apartment.

that was until, "c'mere." suguru lazily spread his legs on the sofa, patting his lap.

“you do realize i’m not your cat right?” as if proving your point, sage got up from her spot on your lap over to his.

“fine, can you please come here?” he gave the cat one last scratch before setting her down on the floor, asking a little nicer. you got up from your spot, standing in between his legs before you lowered yourself onto his lap.

"hi," he murmured once you settled onto his lap, his hands instinctively moving down to your hips.

"hi." you braced your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance, suddenly feeling the reality of the situation crashing down on you. the pretty man underneath you wanted to have sex with you. you were going to have sex tonight.

sex and your first kiss, apparently. (you refused to count the time you'd gotten kissed as a dare in middle school.)

and as if he could read your mind, suguru took a hold of your chin and gently tilted your head up to face him, "can i kiss you?" you didn't miss the way his gaze flickered from your eyes down to your lips every .5 seconds.

you met him halfway, pressing your lips against his own. trying to go with the flow as many people said (what flow? you weren't completely sure yourself).

"close your eyes, i can feel you staring at my soul.” he pulled away, whispering the words against your lips and leaving you chasing behind his.

you let your eyes flutter shut, leaning into the kiss slowly. even going as far as tilting your head a little so you wouldn’t— “ow!” — do exactly what you just did. bump your nose straight into his.

you opened them back up to see suguru was more amused than hurt, a stupid smile on his face as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “try closing them when you’re already leaned in, hm?”

rolling your eyes, you shifted a bit on his lap before giving it one last go. one of your hands came up to cradle his soft cheek, leaning in and shutting your eyes at the last second. he tasted like mint and something else you couldn’t decipher.

his lips molded against your own in a languid kiss, each touch an experiment to know your body better. suguru’s hands moved down your body, each one resting on your ass like he wanted, no needed, you all that much closer. the exchange grew heavier, sloppier, messier.

everything was heightened—you could feel every single little thing. from the slight hitch of his breath when you captured his lip in between your teeth to your own traitorous heart thumping underneath your rib cage.

his lips moved from your own to the corner, down to your jaw, until he finally reached your neck. then that’s where he went ham. sucking, licking, kissing on whatever inch of skin was at his disposal all while taking note which spots had you shivering and squeezing your thighs together.

latching onto the sensitive skin of your collarbone, suguru placed a kiss out of reverence before he started to suck. he was practically in bliss all without taking his clothes off. if he were a weaker man, he would’ve shot his load the minute you’d settled onto his lap and got a whiff of your sweet, sweet perfume.

his hands moved up from your ass up your back, probably going to take your shirt off before his phone got the bright idea to interrupt the moment: want a break from the ads?

suguru had never regretted not investing into spotify premium as much as he did in this moment.

is your girlfriend unsatisfied in the bedroom? your stamina not being what it once was? if these symptoms sound familiar, you might suffering from erectile dysfunction. ask your doctor about levitra—

that was enough to get him up to his feet, crossing over to the kitchen counter in three strides. suguru quickly got his phone from the counter before the ad could continue, deciding that the ambiance was ruined and shutting the music off.

"do these symptoms sound familiar to you?" you teased, resting your cheek on your palm as you watched the scene with mild amusement.

"you could come to my room and find out." not nearly as smooth as he usually was, but good job suguru!

"are you really getting me into your bed with an erectile dysfunction ad?"

suguru tilted his head, "is it working?"

and you really wished it wasn't, but it was. you were quick to get up on your feet, padding over to where he stood and reaching your hand out. "let's go find out then."

his bedroom was much like the living room—a minimalistic design with a couple pictures hung up on the walls. his friends, if you had to guess. he led you over to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

not nearly enough bed-pouncing as you were expecting.

suguru spoke up, his hands resting on his lap, "you're allowed to change your mind, don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do. i’m here to please you.”

“i want this,” you responded, moving up the bed to rest against the headboard. he followed, keeping a reasonable distance between you two, “i want to have sex with you, suguru. let’s just take it slow.”

closing the distance, you straddled yourself over his lap, each of your legs next to his own. you lowered yourself down and placed your hands on his shoulders under the guise you knew what you were doing. and then, you started to rock and gyrate your hips against his clothed leg.

you rubbed and grinded your hips harder, faster against his leg in an attempt to feel something other than the friction of his sweats rubbing against your shorts—unsure of what to do other than rut yourself against him like a dog. maybe he was liking this?

should you start moaning?

“o-oh fuck.” a, what you hoped was realistic, moan left your lips, your fingers digging into his shoulders to really sell the point. suguru looked at you, wondering if he really looked that stupid.

you weren't sure what you were doing—that much was obvious. you were humping his leg, your rhythm too quick to be pleasurable for either one of you at this point.

"have you ever done this before?" were you really that obvious?

the question had your hips stilling their movement, your gaze falling down to his face. when you shook your head, suguru let out a small tut, holding your chin between his fingers, "that's okay, baby. we'll take it nice and slow, just follow me."

his hands splayed on your hips, slightly moving you up his lap before he started to guide your movements. and oh, now you felt it. his cock strained against the material of his sweats, each ridge rubbing against your warm heat.

well, at least now you knew the ad wasn't meant for him.

"oh yeah, that feels better huh?" he cooed in your ear, his cock twitching in his pants just by feeling how wet you were getting already.

you were dripping, slick stringing and sticking to your panties with each roll of your hips. he wasn’t much better—cock prodding against your entrance like it was begging to be released. “uh huh, better,” a breathy whisper left you, your back arching against his fingertips.

when he kissed you again, it wasn’t soft and gentle like he’d been at first. no, he’d tested the waters already.

now he was kissing you like he needed you, like he needed air to breathe. each breath grew labored like he couldn’t bare being apart. his tongue moved in a synchronized dance with yours, tasting and absorbing everything you had to give.

your lips moved with the same desperation, fingers gripping against the material of his shirt. trying to take it off before he seemed to catch onto your unspoken hint. he reluctantly pulled away before sliding his shirt off in one fluid motion, letting it fall onto the mattress beneath. and… wow. beautiful was an understatement when it came to him.

you let your fingers trail down his abdomen, the muscles tensing underneath your featherlight touch. tracing and poking whatever little beauty marks you found on your way down. he was just so.. pretty.

“you really think so?” his voice brought you out of your reverie, and oh shit, you’d said it out loud?

“like you don’t know it already,” you retorted, trying to downplay the situation.

suguru shrugged, watching your fingers intently as you traced and gently scratched down his pecs, “i like when you call me pretty.”

you rolled your eyes but gave in anyways, “you’re very pretty, suguru geto.” you felt his cock twitch underneath at the compliment. leading his fingers towards the hem of your own shirt, you guided him into taking off the flimsy article. he seemed all too eager to revere your body the same way you had his.

mumbled compliments of you’re so beautiful and so soft left his lips until he looked up at you, his hands gliding up and down your hips, "do you want me to keep going or do you wanna stop here?"

you grabbed his hands, bringing them up to your chest. “i want this, suguru. i want to go all the way with you, i promise.” his fingers tweaked and squeezed at your perked nipples, his lips ghosting above the left before he swirled his tongue around it. latching his mouth onto the sensitive flesh and sucking, working the other with his fingers.

strings of saliva connected his lips to your tits when he finally pulled away—deeming that he’d given them enough attention for now. suguru flipped the two of you over, hovering above you before slowly kissing his way down.

peck. your collarbone.

peck. your tits.

peck. your navel.

peck. the waistband of your shorts.

“you can take it off,” you assured him before he even had the chance to ask the question. suguru didn’t hesitate once he got the thumbs up, hooking his fingers onto your belt loops before sliding your shorts down your legs and shaking them off.

you could’ve sworn you caught a hint of drool once you were all exposed for him.

suguru kissed his way up your leg, each one leaving behind a slippery trail behind him. “so pretty,” he mumbled, sucking onto your calf before moving further up to your knee, “so perfect laid out for me.” each one sounded like a quiet admission to himself.

despite how desperate he seemed, suguru took his time when it came to finally undressing you. his teeth sunk into the lace of your underwear, your hips lifted when he moved down the offending material at the pace of molasses. trying to savor as much as he could.

he let them fall onto the pile of clothes next to you before admiring his meal. your cunt clenched around nothing when a slight breeze came in the room, your slick glistening against your folds, clit practically throbbing his name out in morse code.

but suguru prided himself on having some semblance of patience. thinly veiled patience, but patience nonetheless. he wedged himself in between your legs, his lips hovering dangerously close to your entrance before moving down to your inner thigh. repeating what he'd done earlier on your leg.

he pressed featherlight kiss after another onto the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, occasionally biting hard enough to leave behind a nice lil' memory for tomorrow. your legs instinctively spread, every sensation sending your body through a livewire and yet.. you were lost in thought.

you wondered how many people he'd had in this room, how long this would take, what'd you eat for breakfast tomorrow, and—"focus on me, pretty girl."

immediately broken out of your endless string of questions, you looked down to see suguru already peering up at you. "talk to me, what's going on in that head of yours?"

you shook your head, "just got lost in thought, i guess."

"then we'll just have to make it to where you can only focus on me, angel."

and then he dove in like he was a man starving.

his big hands gripped your legs and spread you apart like a feast, tongue flicking out to taste the slick dripping down your folds and thighs. "taste so good, thank you, thank you," he babbled, swiping his tongue up and down your folds before flicking it inside of your pussy.

your cunt gushed like an open sink against his mouth and chin, the man practically nose deep as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your sopping pussy. his jaw went slack, sucking and tracing your folds with the tip of his tongue before going back to eating you out.

soon, two of his fingers took place of his mouth. two long and thick fingers. your juices ran down to his knuckles while he spread you open, his fingers curling and hitting that one spot inside of you with ease. "fuck, it feels so good," you whined, bucking your hips up to meet his fingers.

"i knoww baby, just needed suguru to take care of you." he didn't let up, much too starved himself to even think about doing so. his lips latched onto your swollen, throbbing clit and sucked lightly onto the nerves. your grip on his hair tightened, a broken moan leaving from his lips.

"just like that," he hissed out, his hips rutting into the mattress underneath. you noticed a dark patch growing in the front of his sweats. "take what you want from me, y'know how to do it." your hips swiveled and thrusted against his eager mouth, spit and slick drenching his chin and dripping down to the mattress.

it was hard to think about anything other than him, you had to admit that much.

your legs shook with each thrust of his fingers, with each swipe of his tongue. just as you were about to press your legs together, suguru pried them apart once more with ease. "don't interrupt my meal, i'm not done eating." and how could he say that when he already sounded so drunk off you?

his tongue swirled against your clit, the tip drawing circles around the sensitive nub. "f-fuck, gonna cum, keep going," you whined out, nails digging into his scalp. the sound of your pussy gushing around his fingers was all you could hear, and yet, all you were focused on was chasing your own orgasm.

it was so close, you felt a knot building up in your lower tummy. "fu-fuck fuck fuck," broken babbles left your lips, your toes curling and legs shaking the more you felt that pressure increase. with one final thrust of his fingers, you came. the knot unraveled all at once, your release washing over you (and his fingers) like a tidal wave.

he'd never been such at bliss before.

each breath felt like it was splitting your lungs open, your chest heaving as suguru slowly pulled his dripping fingers out of you. he didn't mind staring you in the eye when he put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them off as if no drop could go to waste. "mm, wanna taste you forever." his eyes practically rolled back, his tongue swirling against the two digits.

once you finally regained your bearings, you sat up and asked, "do you want me to return the favor?"

suguru let out an indignant scoff like you'd just insulted his very existence. and in a way, you had. "i did that because i wanted to, because i needed to taste you," he retorted, shaking his head like he wasn't reevaluating his degree in munchology, "not because i was expecting anything out of you."

getting up from your spot on the bed, you padded over to where he was sitting and situated yourself right in between his legs. absentmindedly running your fingers up up up the thin material of his sweats, barely grazing your fingertips against the growing tent between his legs. before you pulled away altogether.

you looked up at him like you were sin incarnate, lashes fluttering against your cheek, "what if i really really want to suck you off?"

suguru swore his soul left his body for a minute. he'd gladly let you keep it if you wanted it at this rate.

“then by all means, go for it.”

that was all you needed to slide the flimsy material of his sweatpants onto the floor, his cock slapping up against his stomach once it was released. now it was your turn to nearly drool. you couldn't have imagined that a dick could be this pretty.

a nice tan color at the base with a hint of red at the tip, a curve settling to the right and precum dripping down his shaft just from having you in his mouth. it was fairly long and thick—as thick as your forearm, you could assume.

all the fanfiction you had saved in your bookmarks couldn't have prepared you for the sight of the twitching cock in front of you.

you stared at his dick like it was something out of an anatomy textbook, trying to figure out the best approach to go about this before ultimately deciding to throw it out the window and just try it out.

"a-ah fuck." suguru practically turned into putty the moment you took him in your mouth, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of your head. not pushing, never that; he'd never risk making you uncomfortable.

thick globs of spit dribbled down to your chin and down his shaft from the corners of your lips. "just like that, yeah, please." suguru wasn't afraid to be loud—letting you know what you were doing right. one of your hands wrapped around his cock, your fingers tightening around the base before you started to jerk your hand up and down.

you could hardly take him in fully—your cheeks hollowing out to make more space and it still wasn't nearly enough. "soo good, please don't stop," suguru’s voice drawled out when you tried taking more of his cock in your mouth.

you could feel tears pricking up at the edge of your waterline, blinking them back quickly. his cock was barely a couple inches in your mouth and the tip was already starting to hit your uvula, your saliva coating around the shaft to mix with the precum spurting out. once you were able to, you started bobbing your head up and down his length.

suguru’s fingers dug into the sheets beside him, his chest starting to feel like he’d run a marathon. your tongue, your mouth, just you, everything felt too stimulating, too good. the hand you’d been jerking him off with moved down to his heavy sack, your fingers rolling around his balls.

and just like that, suguru was a goner. he swore he saw the flickering of a white light above. you felt them tighten up underneath your fingertips, growing heavier and heavier with cum. you looked up to see him completely disheveled, mouth agape to let out shaky gasps and broken moans. and right before you swore you almost felt him cum, he pulled you off.

“did i do something wrong?” your question came out innocent, like you hadn’t nearly sucked the soul out of his body.

suguru let out a disbelieving laugh, pulling you up to your feet before feverishly leaning into kiss you. not seeming to care that he could taste himself on your tongue. “just need to cum inside you, can i do that, please? you still want this?”

he sounded completely and utterly ruined. but you nodded into the kiss, your fingers pressing into his shoulders. “i need you, sugu, need you so bad. please fuck me, please.”

he moved at the speed of light, setting you down onto the comfort of his mattress before he settled himself on top of you. his cock throbbed and twitched at the mere contact with your bare pussy, his fingers wrapping around the base as he swiped the tip through your folds. “you sure you want this?”

just one more time to confirm. you nodded.

“c’mon, use your words for me, pretty,” he whispered, rubbing the tip against your swollen lil’ clit. your throat bobbed as you swallowed back an embarrassing moan.

“i want this, suguru, i’m sure.”

"okay, take a deep breath in for me." you complied, filling your lungs with air before letting it out in a deep exhale. he slowly pushed his cock in, your walls tightening and clenching involuntarily against his shaft.

"there we go, that's it baby. takin' me so well." suguru's voice came out akin to a purr he didn't mention how he'd barely pushed an inch in. once he was certain it was okay, he pushed another and another in.

a choked gasp left your lips when he finally seemed to bottom out, feeling like your body had just been split in half. and maybe, just maybe it was, you wouldn’t necessarily doubt it.

suguru wiped away a couple tears that streamed down your cheeks, standing still while you got used to the intrusion. it was hard, he had to admit, when you felt so warm and wet around him. but anything for your comfort, he wouldn’t risk that.

“you can move, suguru,” you spoke up, one of your hands reaching out to take hold of his. his fingers grasped your own, placing your hand on top of your head before he slowly pulled out and thrusted back in one swift motion. your pussy drenched his shaft each time he pushed back in, each thrust smoother and faster.

suguru leaned down to kiss you, hair falling like a waterfall and covering his face completely before he ever got the chance to get close. you bit down on your lip, trying to keep yourself from laughing in his (hair covered) face before reaching out and moving his hair out the way.

so goes the super suave geto suguru.

a small giggle left your lips at the gesture, slowly starting to feel more and more comfortable being around him. (well how much more comfortable could you really get after having him inside you?) suguru let out a small huff, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance before handing over a hair tie.

you managed to make the world’s messiest ponytail in twenty seconds. go you!

“i’m glad my embarrassment’s amusing, but you okay?” he asked quietly, treating you as if you were a delicate piece of glass. long fingers trailed up your sides like he was admiring a piece of art, not at all like the strangers that you were supposed to be.

“i’m fine,” you assured, wiggling your hips and trying to thrust back into him, “you can go faster, though, please?”

suguru didn’t hesitate to follow that command, hips snapping into you almost immediately. your cunt sucked him in with each thrust, squelching with how much you’d drenched his shaft. his heavy balls smacked against your ass TWACK TWACK TWACK!

your legs wrapped around his waist like you were physically trying to intertwine your body as close as you could to him. “ah ah fuck, sugu, faster, faster!” your moans sounded like the best kind of melody to his ears, and well, who was he really to deny?

suguru hoisted a leg up on the bed for a better angle, hitting that spot inside of you with each quick thrust. your walls clenched around him like a vice, like you wanted to keep him trapped while you gushed and soaked around him.

“pussy’s so good, i’m never letting you go,” he babbled, his other hand gripping your hip to move you up and down his shaft as he pleased.

his middle finger rubbed desperate little circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back from just how good you felt. the hair tie was long since forgotten, hair falling onto his face as he leaned forward to capture your lips in what could only be described as a tangle of tongue and teeth.

everything about him screamed desperate and unhinged—and you weren’t any different.

“make me cum, make me cum, please,” you moaned out against his lips, your chest heaving and your breaths coming out in short pants. suguru nodded like it was his only mission in life, pushing his cock in and out sloppier and messier than he was at first. practically gliding with how wet you were.

your orgasm built up more intense this time, your nails digging into the sheets below as the coil in your tummy began tightening. “please please please,” for what were you begging for? you didn’t know. a scream that would probably wake up his neighbors left your lips as you came, dripping and soaking his shaft in your wake.

“so messy, my messy girl, that’s ittt.” he was a broken pussy-drunk babbling mess. suguru continued to rut into you, chasing his own orgasm while working you through your own. his hips moved desperately, balls twacking against you with each sloppy sloppy thrust until he finally choked out,

“w-where do you hic want it?”

you didn’t give it much thought, “my face, sugu. wanna taste you, come for me, need you.” that was all it took for the last bit to snap, barely managing to pull out in time before he was spurting out drops of cum onto your face and your open mouth.

you swallowed every last drop that landed on your tongue, your features contorting into a slight grimace once the taste settled on your taste buds. and just like you'd come out of a damn porno and his wet dreams, you stuck your tongue out.

"fuck, you're gonna kill me." a breathless laugh left his lips. he made sure to push his hair back this time around before he leaned into kiss you again, his tongue prodding into your mouth.

one time fucking awkward and slightly offputting girl pussy and he was ready to get your finger measurements to buy the most expensive ring he could find at the jewelers. maybe he'd start with just a date once he came back to his senses.

suguru plopped down on the mattress next to you, rubbing a drop off cum off your cheek with the pad of his thumb before bringing it up to his own lips. "was that okay? you need anything—water, a bath, your dignity?"

you let out an amused scoff, turning your head to face him. admiring his features in the post sex glow. you had to admit—to yourself mostly—he looked good worn out and panting. "my dignity's still intact, thank you. but some water and a rag would be nice."

he cracked open the water bottle and left it on the nightstand next to you before disappearing into the bathroom. you could briefly hear the sound of water running before he emerged once more, a wet rag in hand.

each swipe of the rag in between your legs was a gentle one, treating you with the utmost care in the world. “you don’t have to leave right away, if you don’t want to. i can make some mean scrambled eggs.”

“how inviting,” you teased, taking a sip of the water as you mulled it over. how bad would it be to stay the night if he’d already been inside of you? “but sure, i’ll stay. if only for the scrambled eggs.”

you weren’t sure how long the two of you spent up talking about nothing and everything in between, from what you did for school to how you got into baking. it was.. refreshing, in a sense.

you could picture yourself doing this kind of routine with him almost too easily. the last thing you remember before succumbing to sleep was his arms wrapped around your stomach.

holding you like he never quite wanted to let go.

loud knocking woke up suguru at ass o'clock in the morning, long before the sun even started to peek its head from the horizon. a groan left his lips as he forced himself to untangle his limbs from your own and get up.

you didn't seem to notice his absence, in fact, you almost seemed to enjoy it. a little too much, if you asked him. you laid in the middle of the bed, sprawling your arms and legs out like a starfish.

the knocking on the door grew more insistent—determined to get an answer one way or another.

"hi, good morning. i'm from the church of scientology." this time they'd sent a middle aged man to stand at his door and spit out the same spiel he'd heard for the past five months in a row, greeting him with a smile that suguru deemed unnatural this early in the morning.

a smile that quickly seemed to fade once the man took notice of the blossoming hickey on his neck, the scratches that ran down his abdomen.

the man grasped his copy of dianetics like he was clutching his pearls.

suguru would have to eat you out later just for this reaction.

the man cleared his throat, eyes averting down to the book in his hands, before he cracked it open to the first page he could find. suguru wondered how long it'd take the man to figure out the book was upside down.

"i'm here because you signed up to receive visits every weekend. for just the small price of ¥73,300, you could learn all about the church and how to reach enlightenment—" the more that the man rambled, the more that suguru was more inclined to start his own cult than join this one.

but regardless, he let the man finish his spiel before he tapped his chin in faux thought. “to join a cult or not to join a cult, decisions decisions…”

the man raised a finger to protest, pushing up the thick rim of his glasses up his nose, "well actually, we're not a cult, we're a religious group focu-"

the man was left rambling to the front door about the difference between a 'religious group' and a 'cult.'

but he relented, suguru had to give him that at least. the man remained at the doorstep, bringing his fist up to the door but never making contact. probably regretting coming over in the first place.

"who was at the door?" you were barely awake yourself, rubbing at your eyes as the bright morning light peered in through the windows.

suguru pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a small groan, "would you believe me if i said scientology?"

"who'd you piss off?" you questioned, standing by the kitchen with your arms folded.

this time, another groan. though he sounded more whiny than anything, “why does everyone always assume i did something?”

"am i wrong though?" you countered.