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Like, for example, you dared to talk to another man? You'll wake up with your underwear full of cum placed on display on your bed. You dared to laugh at another's jokes? Now, he has no other choice but to use every single pantie from your underwear drawer. And, of course he'll place them nicely at the edge of your bed, as if it was a warning that you're next.

Or, sometimes, if you dare to flirt, or even respond to someone's flirts, you'd wake up with your underwear so used and torn to the point of being unrecognizable.

Seriously, who should you talk to about this? Who should you call to get rid of this.. specimen that keeps terrorizing you?

Because the more you keep quiet the worse it gets.

Like, now, for example. Where your stalker took the liberty to leave a note on your desk. Handwriting so good it disgusts you to the core. To think that someone with such neatly writing could do such atrocities.

Fuck him.

Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him.

"You looked so good today." you repeated the words on the note, as if it was to summon him. And maybe you were, maybe you were trying to visualize this.. dude, bro, pervert, or whatever the heck he was.

You look good, he said. The fact that you haven't had a good night sleep in days, now, that he didn't say shit about.

You'll catch him. You swear you'll do it, and end this once and for all. And you did. After days of carefully planning, you finally managed to catch that stalker of yours.

And here he was now, on the floor of your apartment, with you on top since you jumped on him and pinned him down the moment he stepped a foot into your place.

How many times did you think about this? Dreamed about it, the moment you catch the fucker with your own hands and give him a taste of your mind. You thought about how satisfying it will be to get your hands on him, yet, there's only a bitter taste on your tongue.

This man, this fucker, the pervert that been using your panties like they're free use. He was so handsome that it's getting on your nerves.

He was big, his arms were big, those tits of his were big. And his eyes, a deep purple, getting lost in them as he looks up at you like he was the one that planned this encounter, not you. With a smirk on his face, trying his hardest to keep his hands to himself.

"You-" your mouth closed by itself the moment his eyes moved on your lips. He was waiting, no, in fact, he wanted whatever you had prepared for him. Yell, shout, punch him if you want. Insult him, talk to him, say whatever it's on your mind. "Hands to your damn self." you slapped his hands away the moment they touched your hips.

This.

Ugh. He can't get enough of it. He's trying his hardest not to moan.

"I can't believe you." you said, still on top, looking down at him. "Do you have any idea the trouble you have caused me?" yes, just like that. Keep talking to him.

He bit his lip, not saying anything as you cursed him out.

"Are you listening to me?" his head fell backwards, letting a small moan out and rolling his pelvis forward making you gasp. "You-" what is wrong with him?! "You-" you were at a loss of words. "You mother fucker!" was it wrong of you to say that your stomach did backflips?

One of your hands went to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful full of his hair and tugging lightly at it, yet still hard enough to make him moan. "Ah." he laughed. "Just like that."

"I'm trying to have a conversation here." you got your hand back to yourself. "Seriously, what the heck is your problem?" he didn't reply. "You break into my house, use my stuff as you please. And here you are now, moaning like a bitch in heat at the smallest thing." get this fool out of here. "Are you really that desperate for attention?"

"You have no idea." fuck, his voice sounds so good. "From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to do something."

"And this is what you came up with? Couldn't you talk like any other normal person?" well, he wouldn't necessarily say that he's your average Joe.

"I caught your attention, right?" in the worst way possible. "Then that's enough for me."

"If it was, you wouldn't be here." right, because something doesn't add up. "Why did you let me catch you so easily?"

"You wanted to see me. So how could I say no to my princess?"

"So, you broke into my house just to get my attention, then, the moment I'm trying to catch you, you come running?" he nodded. "And what if I want to do something to you?" he shrugged at your question. "What if I want to do something bad to you?"

"You want to tie me?" he didn't seem to take your threats seriously. "Or lock me up?"

"That's up to me to decide." how dare he run ahead of himself? "So keep your mouth shut until I figure something out." he listens to you without a single complain.

And, here he was. Still on the floor, with you on top, your ass pressed right against his crotch while he kept himself up on his elbows.

Your eyes were scanning him, from his hair, to his face, then lower and lower.

He had a nice physique, like he was sculpted to perfection for your exact taste. And, for some reasons, the thought of someone else finding him appealing doesn't sit right with you.

You feel unsure because he's good looking. You can't forget why he's here. Why you're in the situation you're in at the moment.

He used to ruin your panties just because you talked to people. He'd even use the pair you have on you right now if you let him, rut his hips like a desperate hoe and jerk himself off at the mere sight of your clothed pussy. Because that's the type of person he is.

A pervert. That's what he is. I'm telling you he's not right in the head. Ignore the puppy eyes, ignore that handsome face. Ignore the look he's giving you, those bedroom eyes will not help him in this situation. It shouldn't!

"Take your pants off." you order, making him smile. Looking at you with something so filthy that you can't help but curse him out. He was quick to lower the hem of his pants just enough so his cock would free out of its confinement.

Ah, fuck.. he has a big dick too. And he's so painfully hard that it should be embarrassing, yet he's not. "It's been like that the whole day." he confessed. "Just from the thought that I'd get to see you." his eyes were glued to your hand that wrapped around his hard shaft. "You have no idea how long I waited for this." and whose fault is it?

Does he not see himself? If he were any normal, and came to you like any other rational individual, you wouldn't have said no. I mean, look at him. Build like a statue, so good looking that now you can't look at anyone else without comparing. Who would say no to him?

"I'm not sure I should.. please you.. after everything you've done." you said, taking your hand to yourself. "But, if you beg for my forgiveness." you looked him up and down. "I might change my mind."

"Ah." he sounded as if he realized something. "You're so right. I should be begging on my knees right now." he got up, extending a hand to help you get off the cold floor. "How could I be so stupid." one of his arms went behind your knees, lifting you up effortlessly. "I'll make it up to you. In fact, I'll show you exactly how sorry I am." he walked towards your bedroom, reminding you that he comes and goes as he pleases, as if this was his place, not yours.

As he stepped into your bedroom, he was quick to place you on the bed, taking your pants off and throw them away alongside your panties in a swift motion.

When he said he'll beg on his knees you didn't expect him to actually get on his knees, in front of you, as you sat at the edge of the bed.

With that look in his eyes, smiling at you so softly as his gaze moved on your wet pussy. Licking his own lips at the thought of testing you and your sweet sweet juices.

His hands parted your legs open as he moved his face closer to your private part, placing your legs over his shoulders, while his arms wrapped around your thighs. His mouth finally made contact with the part he wanted to taste the most.

His tongue was quick to move in between your folds. Burying himself in you as if he's trying to get melted by your heat. And he couldn't even decide what he wanted to focus on the most, your clit, or that dripping hole of yours.

Well, there's more than enough time for everything. So, he started with your clit, giving it a few licks before wrapping his lips around it, suck on it with much more force than he initially intended to.

I mean, can you blame the man? He had such a delicious snack before him, the candy that he couldn't have for so long. The desperation was there, written all over his face and in his actions. In the way his hands tighten around you, griping as if he was afraid you might run away.

But you can't do that, you hear him? He won't let you. You're stuck with him now. Oh, you're so stuck with him.

You were doomed from the start. It didn't matter if you kept quiet and accepted him, or took matters into your own hands. You were misfortuned.

But it doesn't matter if you'll try to get rid of him right after this. He'll always come back, and beg on his knees, with his tongue deep in between your legs. And he'll look up at you just the way he's doing now, with smiling eyes as he shoves his tongue deep into your hot hole. Dragging you closer to him, as his hands always does whenever you shift even a little.

So, don't you dare move. Because what if any of your juices accidentally fall onto your sheets, or escape past his lips? That would be such a waste now, wouldn't it? And he doesn't want that. So stay put until he finishes "cleaning" you up.

Well, that's just an excuse for his own greed. To make you feel better in case you were questioning yourself or why you're doing whatever the heck you were doing with him in that moment.

Ah, right, he's supposed to be apologizing. Yet the moment your fingers went through his hair, palm right against his forehead, and pushed his head away from you, was like something in his switch.

A blank expression on his face, happiness evaporating in an instant. It was as if you offended him with your sudden rejection. Yet, the moment you opened your mouth, he went back to his previous emotion, a big smile on his face as you said those exact words. "It's too much." oh, but how happy he looked in that moment.

"Of course, of course. How careless of me." he got up, leaning over you as one of his knees rested against the mattress, a palm placed firmly on the bed while the other in between your legs. "I should have known better." he's talking as if he wasn't plotting new ways to overstimulate you.

His fingers, much bigger and longer than yours, were right against your pussy. The ring and middle sliding in between your folds, quickly moving them from your hole to your clit and collecting your juices on them. Like he didn't get to see up close just how wet you were.

He was circling your clit with slow round moves, making you jolt more than you'd like to admit. His eyes were glued to your face and the expression you had, how frustrated you look, the way you were biting your own lips. Like you were trying your hardest to not react in a way that might seem rewarding to him.

But just as his fingers were moving lower, towards your dripping hole, your hands went to his pants. Tugging them low enough to free his pulsating cock. "It's not fair." you said, looking up at him for a quick moment before moving your eyes away, on his hard dick. "I want to play with you too." because he was clearly enjoying making you feel overwhelmed. So why shouldn't you make him feel the same?

There was a big grin on his face as you wrapped your hand around his cock, trying his hardest not to move his hips forward. Because what if he accidentally goes ahead of himself and fucks your hand instead of that warm pussy of yours? He's not necessarily complaining, but still, he's saying he should be pleasing you. Not the other way around.

But you seemed so eager, moving your hand back and forth on his fat cock as he could only stare. Your skin is so soft, and it feels so good that he's already salivating and you barely even started.

That's the effect you had on him. Just the mere fact that you exist gets him worked up in ways that would make any other normal individuals concerned.

But he can't just give in like that, not yet at least. He had to give you more than you're giving him, not that he felt obligated or anything. It's just.. this voice in the back of his head. Alongside a bell, ringing every time he's not pleasing you, or when he feels like you're outdoing him.

So, he pushed your legs open with one knee, giving him more access to your pussy, while also giving you access to him as well. His hand going back to it's original place, slowly pushing two fingers inside you, his eyes instantly moving to your face when you whined.

As happy as he was with your reactions, he's not even halfway in yet. You had to hang in there if you wanted to take him with ease, or else it would be bad for you.

But still, the thought of you, crying and whining as you were struggling to take him in doesn't sound that bad. And it was showing, because his cock was twitching in your palm. Precum leaking and leaving a mess on your hand as you kept doing the same back and forth action. Trying to match his own hand that was in between your legs. Moving at a normal and comfortable pace.

His fingers going deeper and deeper, dragging them in and out of you while making sure to curl just slightly once in a while. Never failing to make you jolt, break your own rhythm for a moment before you took revenge on him.

Your hand moving at a slightly faster pace than his whenever he teased you, just to slow down when he moved his hips involuntarily. Making his cock twitch while he let out a low groan.

It was all fun and games, that, well, until it wasn't anymore. All the giggles went out the window, replaced with this strange, suffocating vibe. The lust finally caught up with both of you as you were desperate with your movements.

His palm pressed firmly against your clit, rubbing it every time his fingers went inside you, curling them in a spot that got you seeing stars. While your hand too was moving around his hard cock, grip much tighter than before while matching the same angry pace he was fucking you with.

Just a little more, a little longer if you can. You're so close that you can practically feel it. And it hurts in such a way that you can't help but want more.

"Look- hah." he huffed. "Look at me." don't close your eyes, he needs you to understand that he was the one who made you feel that way. So keep looking at him. Keep doing so until you get tired of him for good.

His face got closer, so close that your lips can touch at any moment now. Yet it didn't, you just started back at one another while your hands kept doing the same desperate action.

Still, your eyes couldn't help but move on his lips. Wondering just for a moment how it would feel, to just do it in the heat of the moment. A kiss, or two. Maybe even more.

You gulped, eyes moving back to his face just to see him getting even closer. Closing whatever space was between the two of you as his lips touched yours. The kiss was a hot mess, just like the atmosphere in that room.

Shaking, your walls tightened around his fingers, making him close his eyes, trying his best to hold back and not push his dick inside you right there and then. But it's not like he was any better than you, because his cock kept jumping happily in your hand, the tip so sensitive that he couldn't help but hiss every time you touched it.

You can't keep going like this anymore, you want to cum. And you did, both at the same time as if your nerves were connected. Moaning into each other's mouths as you reached that high.

You were breathing heavily, trying your best to catch your breath after that orgasm you just had. Your eyes traveling to his cock that was still hard, then to the cum stain he left on your shirt. Then, finally, to his face.

He had a somehow blank expression, or at least he tried to. Because you could see the way he was looking at you, hungry, lusting over you in such a way that it made you close your thighs.

Ah, but what a cute reaction. He can't get enough of it.

His hands were quick to take your shirt off, then push you onto the bed. Crawling over you just as soon as your back touched the mattress. "Take it off." you said tugging at his shirt. Does he really have to? He's losing whatever patience he has left in him. "Come on." you whined.

Whatever, he'll just do it since you seem to want it that much. So, with really quick movements, he took his clothes off. Wasting no time and jumping back on you.

Your legs were placed on both of his sides, resting right on top of his thighs as he slowly pushed his cock inside your warm pussy. Not stopping until he got you full of him.

You feel so good, better than he had imagined. And he doesn't think he can live without having you from now on.

Then.. what about you? Won't you run away after this? You're not stupid enough to leave him, right? Fuck, then, what should he do to make you stay? I mean, shit, he'll clearly follow you even if you don't want him, but he wants you to want him.

You like his cock, right? You like the way he's stretching you open, how he can hit your deepest spot so effortlessly. Because, if you didn't, you wouldn't have been this wet.

He can fuck you good, he promises he can. So, if you let him stay on your own accord, he can make you feel good everyday. He'll stretch you like this on a daily basis, to the point where your insides memorizes his shape.

Ahh, fuck. He has to think of something else, because if he keeps it like this any longer he might cum without even doing anything.

So, he readjust himself, hands placed firmly against the bed while his hips moved forward, looking for a better angle to fuck his cock into you.

He seriously can't get enough of you, you feel so good. Your inside is slippery, letting him move just the way he wants. And hot, oh it's hot. To the point where he feels like he's melting. Your walls hugging him so good that he's salivating.

His hips moved at a somewhat slow pace, not that slow, but it was slower than both of you want. He brain couldn't process that yet. He was still fixated on the way you feel, his eyes glued to the spot in between your legs, where you were connected. The way his cock looks whenever he moves in and out of your pussy.

He was so big yet you managed to take him in without much struggle. If this isn't love then he doesn't know what else is it.

You can feel every inch of him, can't you? The way his tip touched every part of you whenever he slides inside, and how it drags alongside your walls when he slips out.

It was frustrating, somehow. Because it felt so good, and you're not even doing anything. You're just laying there, head thrown back and nails pressed hard against his bicep, leaving marks on his skin, and only pressing harder whenever he touches your cervix with a little bit more force than usual. Making his moan at the pain you're giving him.

He wants more, mark him more. He wants your touch and signature all over his body. And as much as he wants to ask you to do it, he also wants you to do that on your own.

He just has to overwhelm you, right? Because you seem to be doing exactly as he wants whenever it's too much, or he's doing something you're not quite yet familiar with.

So, he slowly picked up the pace, hips snapping into yours. Sounds of wet skin against skin quickly filling the room, alongside heavy breathing.

Your nails left red marks on his skin, dragging them on his arms and back, constantly moving your hands to get a better drip on him. And he seriously couldn't get enough of it.

It stings, just slightly. But it feels so good. That's why he keeps bullying his cock inside you, fat tip abusing your cervix constantly with deep hard thrusts, pressing against it in such a way that you could feel him in your throat.

Your whines did nothing more but put more fuel on the fire.

Now you really had his full attention, and you should take it as a threat.

He moved with so much determination, his thrusts at an irregular pace so you won't get used to it. Leaving some of his weight onto you as he got closer, to give you more access to him.

His pelvis pressed right against your clit, giving you some friction with each thrust he makes. Making you clench around him so deliciously that he had to do even more.

You whined, you moaned. And at this point you're just spitting out nonsense. "Right there." you'd say whenever he touched a good place. "Mhmm, there." you kept nodding, giving him reassurance even tho he could feel exactly just how much you loved the way he's fucking into you.

You're so wet, a complete dripping mess. Your juices falling onto the bed and leaving stains, and somehow he wishes he had a second mouth so he could eat them up. I mean, it's a shame to leave them waste like that.

He's so going to eat you out after he makes you come, and this time he won't stop regardless of what you say.

But for now, he should focus on what he already has.

His eyes traveled on your body, to your chest then to your expression. His face getting so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your skin. And it made your mind wander back to that kiss from earlier.

A kiss would sure be sweet right now, wouldn't it?

Should you do it? But you don't want to make him think that he's forgiven. Not that you care much about what he did anymore.. at least you don't care right now, when he's balls deep inside you.

You really want a kiss tho. You want his lips against yours just like before, especially when he makes you come.

You were looking up at him with big eyes, somehow begging him to read your mind and give you what you want.

And trust him, he noticed right away the look you're giving him. He just thought that you want more, that he's not doing enough, that's why he's fucking harder into you now.

What did you even expect from him. Right, how could you forget that if you want something you'd have to take matters into your own hands.

Cupping his face in between your palms, you smacked your lips against his. Kissing him just the way you wanted, and he adjusted to your right away.

Kiss him as much as you want, eat him even. He's all yours after all. So do as you please with him.

And, as if you can read his mind, you suddenly parted your lips away from his just to move your face to his neck and bite him. Making him groan in response.

Fuck, right there. Bite him harder. Don't stop, bite him again.

Your teeth stayed against his skin, leaving red marks on him and making him want to give you even more of him. As if he didn't already put himself on a plate for you.

He'll make you feel so good, just you wait. He'll make you come harder than you ever did.

Ambitious, and full of himself. He started to grind just right against you. Angling his cock to hit the places you like most, while a hand was quick to move in between your legs, massaging your clit.

There, doesn't it feel good? Don't you love the attention he's giving you? So keep doing whatever you want with him, because he's yours to use.

It didn't take long for that build up to appear again. That same familiar feeling in your stomach, begging for more.

All he has to do is keep going, just a little more. You're almost there.

You're looking at him like that again. Practically begging him to fuck you more. That means you're close, huh? You're even kissing him now, arms wrapped around his neck and dragging him closer to you. Closing your eyes while clenching hard around him, shaking as you reach your high. Followed by him right away.

There's no way he'll let you go through that alone. Plus, the way your walls keep tightening around him was too much. So, with a few more thrusts, he came deep inside you. Filling you up with his cum, so much that it leaked out.

Breathing heavily, you stared at each other. "Again." you said. "I want to do it again." you don't have to tell him twice, because the next moment he was all over you once again. Hips moving forward like they had a mind on their own.

Your lips on his, kissing like you're trying to eat each other. Your hands on him, holding with such a tight grip, as if you were the one trying to keep him in place, afraid that he might run away, and not the other way around.

There's a desperation that wasn't there before. A hunger that couldn't be calmed down even after a few rounds. And you doubt it will calm down any time soon.

You need more. So much more. And he was willing to fill you up until you couldn't take anymore. Or, even the other way around. Feed yourself on him even after he can't take it anymore.

"But what if I close my ears?" another boy said, pressing his hands to them. "I can't hear anything now, miss!" he screamed, setting off a wave of sweet giggles from his classmates.

The small green ball flew his way, and the boy caught it in one hand, scowling. "Hey, miss, that's not fair!"

"That was not, I do admit," you slipped off the desk, walking around the classroom. All small pairs of eyes followed you like puppies. "But you see, in space, there would be no need to cover your ears, because there is no air or matter for sound to travel through. Even when you're sleeping, there's always something out there, right?" Your eyes met a few nodding Einsteins before drifting towards the window. "You can hear the crickets singing under your window and the wind swirling between the leaves. But in space, there's nothing. Simply an empty, endless realm stretching beyond our comprehension."

A few droplets of sweat coiled on your temple, and you quickly brushed them with a thumb. Glasses sat crookedly on your nose, hair slipped away from a pin-up, and so you pushed them behind your ear.

"Miss, the space sounds so scary," the girl with round frames sighed. "I don't want to be an astronaut anymore."

You chuckled, coming to the previous boy and stealing a soft lump of earth from his sticky fingers. "The space may feel lonesome if you're there alone. But now, astronauts usually go in groups." The ball landed back on your desk, brushing gently against the wooden spaceship. "But even if you were alone, I think the view would be worth the night spent in loneliness."

And as it would soon turn out, nothing was worth the years spent alone. On the huge spaceship, with endless darkness spreading across the little window and years spent somewhere doing God knows what.

"The sun is dying," the government envoy had said. "Can you help us save the world?"

She caught you right after one of the classes, with a half-empty cup of instant noodles and cheeks peppered with crimson chilli-oil kisses. She arrived with a tall, muscular man and a printout of the PhD dissertation, placing a copy on your messy desk.

Your forehead crinkled, eyes landed on a neat, Times New Roman formatted title, An Analysis of Water-Based Assumptions and Recalibration of Expectations.

"That's not mine," you mumbled, going back to the cup of noodles. You hadn't eaten anything for a whole day, and your stomach was already pressed against your spine, with hunger twisting your weary mind.

"That's your name, isn't it?" she said, pressing a neatly trimmed nail against the smaller letters beneath the title.

You didn't even spare her a glance and simply shook your head. "No, I think you've mistaken me for someone else."

Both she and the man sighed, rolling two small chairs from the children's desk to sit in front of yours. With eyes fixed on your face, grimacing in ignorance, and a few locks of hair slipping into the cup.

"I'm Yuki," she said, crossing her legs before looking at the man with the dullest, most bleary eyes you have ever seen. "And that's Choso. We're from a… well. Now you only need to know that we work for NASA."

And that meant one thing – trouble.

Seeing your utmost disinterest, she continued in a warm tone. "Listen, we know your dissertation was a fantastic breakthrough that the supervising committee didn't appreciate. But–"

"A small correction," you interrupted, with eyes still glued to an almost empty cup. "They did not not appreciate me, but completely failed me. My research was proven wrong, and I spent almost five years chasing something that was never there. So no, it wasn't a breakthrough or anything."

"Her long fingers clenched into a fist, and a tongue nervously filled a creamy cheek. "Listen, in our current world situation, we believe that your research wasn't pointless. The hypothesis that life can exist without water–"

"Which was ultimately proven that it cannot," slipped in a whisper, gaze still following anything but those two.

"Right," she sighed, staying shockingly patient. "But the thing is, it actually may."

And for the first time in the past five minutes, you finally looked at her. With eyes hidden behind librarian-like glasses, a white shirt neatly pressed against your body, and chilli oil still coating lower lip. You brushed it quickly with a tissue before clearing throat.

"You have five minutes."

But Yuki needed just a second.

"There are some… microbes, the nature of which we aren't yet sure, that are slowly eating the sun. If we don't do something, in thirty years the global temperature will drop enough to kill every life on Earth."

A long, heavy silence stretched between the three of you, though she was the one doing the talking. The man in a suit sat in silence. He was rather handsome, with dark hair falling long down his neck and purplish under-eye bags framing his deep, doe-like eyes.

Feeling your eyes fixed on his face, Choso wriggled in place. "We believe that you are one of the few scientists who can help in research on those microbes."

A deep sigh slipped past your lips as you took off your glasses and closed eyes. A pulsing headache was filling your mind, weighing down an already overstimulated brain. A few short strands of noodles clung to the bottom of the plastic cup, looking up at your weary eyes, pleading to go home.

You finally murmured, throwing the cup into the bin, "I don't see how that's my problem. I'm just a physics teacher, the academic environment pushed me away, and I believe there are many more qualified scientists for this role."

Yuki's forehead furrowed, lips pressed in a line. "Not your problem? The world is dying, and you think it's not your problem?"

You could almost see a grey smoke drifting above her head, eyes shining like two coffee beans. Golden hair brushed against her suit-covered breasts, with a few straight strands sticking to soft cheeks. She appeared magnificently commanding, exuding a dominant aura of someone beyond the law. Even sitting on a small children's chair, you felt goosebumps cover your bare shoulders.

You leaned back in a chair, the hard backrest digging into your spine. "I just don't understand why it should be me. This," you pointed at a three-hundred-page dissertation, "was just a foolish fantasy of my younger self. And trust me, I felt how stupid it was," your eyes fell to your fingers, playing with a soft, earthy ball. "No one treats me like a scientist anymore."

And then, Yuki stood up.

Suddenly, reaching over the desk right to your shirt, before pulling you closer with a single move. Eyes fixed on yours like a deadly viper, and a sweet note of heavy perfumes hit your nostrils.

"Try it," she gritted through her teeth. "Accept my offer till I'm still begging. I don't want things to get messy, but I really need your help on this one."

And so, feeling rather threatened, you nodded swiftly and followed the kind smile that lifted up her lips.

Now, three years later, reflecting on that time, you never felt as happy and alive as you did then. Surrounded by the world's most exceptional scientists, working on alien, new microbes – the freshest discoveries in current scientific research – spending days and nights fuelled by bitter coffee, sitting in the labs.

The time didn't matter, as long as you could work on your research. To once again feel like a valuable input to the academic environment and a student from your PhD days, when the world was most beautiful under the microscope and while collecting the newest data.

Your heart raced during the meetings as your fingers carefully noted each idea, each plan that other scientists put forward. The greatest minds in the world, flooding your own with plans and speculations you could've never thought of. Your brain fired multiple times a day, always running, always getting fed with new questions and solutions.

Why is the sun dying?

How can we stop it?

How to produce enough fuel to go all the way right to the sun?

Is that even possible?

But then it was revealed that an alien microbe was composed entirely of water, and your world collapsed. Because it finally confirmed the very point you've been secretly trying to reject for years, proving to you that cells cannot survive without water.

Your heart broke, and a wave of shame washed over your spine. The shame connected to your younger self, foolishly believing in a greatness of discovery no one has ever made. Something worth the international conferences, massive grants, Nobel Prize, and yet, you needed a single, alien cell, something not belonging to the human world, to finally prove those old geezers from your committee right.

The white, big lamp of the lab flickered; darkness spilt over the endless night. Nothing but a faint buzz of mosquitoes filled the lab, hitting the window again, and again, and again. Hungry and relentless, looking at your body hunched over the failed experiment and slightly trembling lip.

You haven't noticed someone else's presence until something cold and wet touched your cheek. Turning the head around, you noticed a can of soda and Choso's pale fingers wrapped around it.

"Thanks," escaped in a whisper, as you took the drink.

He nodded, sitting on the stool right next to you. Your lab partner, who's been through your highs and lows for the past few weeks. The biggest encouragement and life support, always reminding you to eat well and drink something other than a third coffee in a row. He was another government body, Yuki's closest friend, yet – you liked him.

He felt the most normal here, and thus, your head rested on his shoulder, while hair covered the slightly wet cheeks.

"Are you crying?" he asked quietly.

Your head shook, and a second later, a loud sniff rolled. Choso chuckled, offering a tissue.

"Thank you, Cho," you mumbled, trying to hide the streaming tears behind the wide glasses.

He nodded, waiting for you to calm down a bit. The white lamp buzzed quietly, and the screen of the computer shone bright with your PhD dissertation. The thick letters of the title, with your name written right below.

Three hundred pages of bullshit born from your silly dreams. The Nobel Prize? Dear heavens, you barely deserved to be part of the current team.

"That's not the end of the world, you know?" he said, then pressed his cheek with tongue. "Hm, no. It actually is."

You laughed disgustingly, with a snort slipping out of your nose and another wave of tears streaming down your face. "I'm sorry," slipped almost silently. "I'm sorry, I proved you all wrong."

Choso sighed, looking at your sorry state. He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and brushed away a single tear with a soft thumb. "No, you didn't. Now that we know what it's made of, you can think about another solution."

But there isn't another solution, you wanted to say, and instead bit down on your lower lip. The words bubbled in your throat, but a thin thread of hope still pulled at your heart. A faint wish that maybe this discovery wasn't a disaster. That the alien cell, made almost entirely of water, could somehow help with the mission.

That you could still prove yourself as a true scientist.

"Hey," Choso whispered, turning your face towards him. Deep, warm eyes shimmered with kindness as he offered a soft smile and gently pinched your cheek. "You are one of the smartest people I have ever met. I'm sure you can figure this out. Yuki believes in you. I believe in you." Staring into his eyes, you nodded with a pout. He chuckled and opened your soda with a quiet hiss. "Alright, let's call it a day and get back to it tomorrow. We still have time."

But the fact was that – you didn't.

And it was painfully obvious in how Yuki glanced into your lab every few days, asking about progress and results in halting the spread of alien microbes on the sun. Her neatly plucked eyebrows furrowed whenever you shook your head, and a short, stressed sigh escaped her rosy lips.

Try to hurry up, she would usually say, pulling a not-so-comforting smile.

Weeks went by, and everyone's stress increased. Yuki decided to set up a deadly mission, sending a team of astronauts to collect data personally.

The catch? They wouldn't return.

While there was enough fuel to reach the star teeming with alien microbes, there wasn't enough to return. Their goal was to collect the microbes, find a way to stop them from consuming the sun, and send all the data back to Earth.

The first time you heard about it, your knees almost buckled. It sounded outrageous, absolutely crazy, and the chance of finding someone mad and healthy enough to meet the requirements perfectly was already impossible.

And as it turned out, you were wrong.

The four astronauts were more than willing to sacrifice their lives for the greater good – to venture into the vast, endless space and perish there, in the company of strangers and eerie silence. To become saviours on a mission that could save the entire world.

Except, there was a risk the mission would fail.

Except, no one knew if they wouldn't lose their lives for nothing.

Because if that happened, if it turned out that all the money and sacrifices the government has invested in it would go to waste, the world would truly descend into shambles.

You stood against it from the very beginning, but You stood against it from the very beginning, but Yuki had already decided. And so there was nothing left to do but help the spaceship travel the twelve light-years towards the only star that was also dying, devoured by an alien microbe.

One hundred and thirteen trillion kilometres.

An unimaginably vast distance a simple mind could not grasp, yet you had to find a way to make it work. To figure out how to gather enough fuel to propel the massive, metal spaceship through every single kilometre.

And after a few weeks of getting yourself filled with coffee and nights spent outside the NASA base, gazing up into the endless darkness, you finally got it.

"The alien microbes possess unimaginable power," you said in one breath, looking like a madwoman. With hair twisted into a messy braid, hands shaking from too much caffeine, eyes glimmering as if possessed by Einstein himself. Your fingers gripped the black marker before drawing another black dot on the whiteboard. "You see, what we can do is allow the engines to feed the alien microbes into a reaction chamber and boil them to the point of natural breeding. This way, the cells will multiply and multiply, allowing us to use them in a much more efficient way," the black marker swooshed all over the board, drawing a crooked picture of the spaceship.

At least thirty pairs of eyes, seated in a conference room at NASA headquarters, stared into it with furrowed yet hopeful gazes. Yuki and Choso, among them, tried to understand the point you were making. The crazy discovery you had made mere hours earlier, before quickly asking for a meeting.

"Our ship doesn't need turbines, generators or heat exchangers, because there's no conventional fuel. It works as a sort of ship driven by light energy–"

"That's impossible," someone among the other scientists interrupted. "You cannot fuel a ship of such dimensions with light alone."

You nodded, whispering like a psycho under your breath, head buzzing with numbers. "Yes, you cannot do it with the sources we have here, on Earth. But," you turned back towards the whiteboard. "Our ship is not like the others, and the microbes allow us to actually use the light force as a fuel. Look, for every action there's an equal and opposite reaction. Newton's third law, we all know it, right?" A few heads nodded in unison. "Well, our ship will emit light in one direction, while Newton's law will push it in the other. I know it used to work only in theory, but with the amount of power packed into a single microbe, we can use it for our good. In short, the alien power goes into the ship, the light comes out, and we can move forward."

A long, heavy silence filled the room as you finished your little drawing. Black lines coated the board, crossing the black dots and twisting around the childishly drawn ship. You pushed your glasses up your nose and tucked a strand of hair back behind your ear.

That was it. Nothing else could've been done on your side. If none of the scientists and governmental bodies believed your crazy plan could work, there was no other way to put the ship on a direct course towards that star.

Yuki sighed and looked around nervously. While people whispered, shook their heads, or took notes, no one offered you a warm nod or made direct eye contact. But it also seemed that no one else had a better idea.

"Are you sure it can work?" "Are you sure it can work?" Yuki asked, a heavy gaze lingering as warmth crept up your cheeks. "It's over a hundred and thirteen trillion kilometres. Are you sure the ship can be fuelled only by this alien microbe?"

Something weighed on your heart. Fear, panic, years spent believing you weren't good enough to become a real scientist. Those snickers from the PhD commission stating your research was useless. The rejections from one scientific conference after another, as no one wanted to accept your proposals.

Days spent on crying and staring at your dissertation, as if looking at it long enough would suddenly make it all worth it.

And then, under the cold light of the conference room, with thirty heads staring at you in blank mimicry, you needed to make a decision.

The one that would soon turn into a weight on your life.

"Yes," finally slipped. Strong and confident, as you corrected glasses slipping off your nose. "I can make it work."

But then…

But then the catastrophe came.

The betrayal.

Yuki apologising with utmost sincerity. Choso sitting quietly in the corner of her office. Three men keeping your body down.

From the moment you saw the space crew, one thought kept lingering in your mind. You dismissed it with a casual "they'll figure it out" wave, ignoring the instinct that indicated something was off – something that should have been clear from the start.

Why didn't the space crew have the scientist?

And a day before the departure, you finally discovered why.

"I'm sorry, I'm really so so sorry," Yuki said, trying to calm your wriggling body. The man's hands dug deep into your spine, keeping the hands and knees in place, with a cheek pressed to a dirty carpet. "We don't have any choice, and you wouldn't agree if I asked–"

"Of course I wouldn't!" you screamed, trying to bite the soft hand that reached towards you. "It's a fucking suicide! I'm a simple teacher; I can't go to a fucking space–ah, can you be a bit more gentle?!" But the men's fingers were already wrapping your hands with a thick rope. "Yuki, you can't do it to me!"

The woman didn't say anything. She merely opened her office door and beckoned someone inside. Wearing a white robe and holding a syringe between their fingers.

Your mind raced, breathing became almost impossible, and your throat clenched as you fought the sudden urge to vomit on the carpet. You tried to meet Choso's gaze, but he sat in the corner with his head in his hands, avoiding your gaze since you entered the office.

"Choso," you cried, as the doctor came closer. Long, thin needle shimmered under the office's cold lamp, sending a shiver down your spine. "Choso, l-look at me. You fucking coward, you bastard!" Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as the man sat like a stone figure. "You knew about it from the beginning, right? How could you do this to me?!"

Deep, warm eyes that you spent days gazing into finally looked up. Slightly wet, a bit hazy, while taking in the miserable state you found yourself in. Your glasses slightly crooked, lying a bit away from teary face. A few strands of hair sticking to your cheeks, arms twisted painfully behind back.

His fingers dug into the leather chair, as if trying to force himself to stay back.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't… I couldn't bring myself to tell you…"

"That I'm going for a fucking suicidal mission?!" you interrupted, still trying to kick the men off your body. "I thought we were friends! I trusted you! And you simply sold me away?"

Yuki shivered, her gaze shifting between coldness and heartbreaking warmth whenever she looked at your writhing body. She slipped her trembling hand into the pocket of her jeans before giving the doctor a small nod.

"N-No," you cried, when the man in white bent down. A sudden, sharp pain washed over your body, tickling the ends of your fingertips. "Please, I d-don't want to, I can't…"

And then, a weariness slowly filled your mind, lulling it into a deep sleep. Your body relaxed, eyes half-closed, as if weighted by the countless sleepless nights you had spent in labs.

The men lifted you up, keeping your head steady, but you didn't feel a thing. Your feet felt funny, light, as if blending into feathers. Some hushed voices started to argue, someone's warm hand brushed your cheek, and a heavy, musky smell filled your nostrils.

And before you lost consciousness, a silent save the earth sneaked into your ear.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖥔 ݁ ˖

"Amazing," a low sigh slipped past your lips as you watched a massive ship slowly follow yours.

Monstrous, at least twenty times larger than the spaceship you called home for the past three years, which couldn't be contained within the small window you looked through. It appeared incredibly bright, almost as if it were made of glass, yet you couldn't see anything beyond the thick walls.

It's been shadowing you since yesterday, and it has been following you since yesterday, regardless of how long you travelled or how fast you went; it remained right there. Always in your line of sight from your window, constantly mirroring every move you make. 

It was… fascinating. To say at least.

A little frightening? Sure, as you were alone on a ship, with the crew long gone and drifting silently through the vast emptiness of space.

Bit still – fascinating. It marked the first time a human saw an object outside Earth. Majestic and otherworldly, it looked somewhat familiar yet vastly different. A faint cosmic glow shimmered on its diamond-like walls, casting short beams through your solitary window, as if attempting to communicate. As if the creature within tried to contact.

Still drifting slowly, you bit down on your lower lip. "Maybe I should stop?" you thought out loud, as another flicker of light hit your window. "What if they'll attack me?"

But at this point, already being alone on an impossible, suicidal mission, it seemed that an alien attack would be the least of your problems. In fact, maybe it would even sweeten your life a bit, and before meeting death, you would still have a chance to make the first human contact with life outside Earth.

"Okay," You took a deep sigh, pulling down the engine handle. "Let's see what you want from me."

Your ship stopped, and the monstrous glassed vehicle followed right away. With your forehead pressed to the window, you waited.

And waited, waited, till ten minutes passed and the ship stood still. Your tongue pressed against the soft cheek as you walked back and forth, awaiting any sign of activity. Yet, the vast galaxy outside remained tranquil, a gentle glow reflecting off the smooth, wall-like surface of the enormous ship. It lacked doors and windows, being just a glassy, shimmering exterior that–

"Oh no," your throat tightened as it drew closer. And closer, closer, swooshing towards you, something long slowly sliding out of the ship's tall wall. "Oh, that's bad, fuck."

A panic squeezed your heart, thoughts rushed through a tired mind, and there weren't enough cuticles on your nails to bite them all. The window was too small to see the thing clearly, but it seemed to be heading straight towards your ship's door. A long, shining tube swooshed closer and closer until your ship suddenly vibrated, as if gently brushing against a foreign object.

Your fingers fidgeted with the plush fabric of the shirt, while droplets of sweat made your glasses slide down your temple. With unsteady legs, you cautiously moved toward the astronaut's suit and started pulling it over your body. The zipper felt heavy under your touch, and the bubble-shaped helmet was more suffocating than usual. The oxygen backpack almost doubled your load as you headed toward the door, with heavy pounding in your chest.

Your heart was always perfectly healthy, and yet for the first time in your life, you tried to remember all the possible symptoms of a woman's heart attack.

Chest pain, severe shortness of breath, nausea, radiating pain in the neck and jaw, you counted in your mind, marking each and every sign in your current state.

"Fuck, okay," trembling, glove-coated hands squeezed the handle of the massive, metal door, before you pushed it. It opened with a low, soft creek, inviting you into the endless tunnel filled with darkness.

To your surprise, gravity worked here, and thus you dropped heavily onto the hard floor. A soft oh filled the helmet as you lifted the flashlight a bit higher. Something shimmered at the end of the darkness, yet you weren't sure what.

Your steps didn't echo from the thick walls as you slowly approached the entrance to the alien ship. Thoughts clashed painfully in your mind, questions rose one by one as you breathed with a squeezed chest under the weighty kilograms of a spacesuit.

How many of them were there?

What did they look like?

Were they friendly?

How quick and painful would your death be?

Your mind tried to ignore the last one, as the chance of a cardiac arrest before meeting an alien seemed much more likely. Fingers clutched the flashlight tighter, feet moved carefully, one step after another, sticking to the tunnel's crooked surface.

"Hello?" Your voice bounced off the walls, lined with terror. "Whoever you are, I come in peace!"

Oh, what a cheesy line, you thought, biting down on your lower lip.

After a few steps, the glimmering thing came fully into view, and only then did you notice it was a thick glass wall. Or at least something similar to glass, with a hard surface that stopped you from going any further.

Glove-clothed hand touched it, helmet bumped against it, as you tried to light the darkness spilling behind it.

"Hello?" slipped a bit louder, with your fist knocking on the glass. "Anyone there?"

A silence, dull and endless, filled an eerie tunnel. Looking back, you took a note that your spaceship was still there – safe and sound – and you let out a deep sigh. It's not as if it would suddenly float away, but–

A heavy thump suddenly shook the tunnel's floor.

Your head snapped back, breath hitched, fingers squeezed with a tremble around the flashlight.

"H-Hello?"

The light reflected off something towering and shimmering, slowly moving toward you in a relaxed, unhurried manner, nearly as tall as the tunnel itself. A bluish halo beamed off the creature's body, filling the dark space with a soft aura.

You stepped back, trying to direct a flickering beam straight at the thing coming your way, but your hand trembled too much. The heart was on the verge of stopping, and dread haunted the mind as it drew closer, revealing its height. At least two and a half metres, brushing the ceiling of the tunnel's crooked walls, filling the narrow space with its wide body.

And when the light caught on their face… oh.

The pale blue skin shimmered softly under a luminous glow. It appeared unnaturally smooth, soft, and a sudden, foolish wish to brush it with your thumb swirled inside your mind. White, snowy hair touched the handsome forehead, while nearly inhumanly pale-blue eyes gazed down at your spacesuit-covered body. You looked tiny and short in comparison, with a gloved hand once more resting on the glass wall.

The creature was dressed in a white suit, clinging tightly to its body and digging deep into the hard muscles bulging under its skin. Alien's head tilted, knees bent down, and within a second, it found itself on eye-level with you.

White lashes decorating endless, luminous blue fluttered, as if trying to take in the terror twisting your face.

"⊑⟒⌰⌰⍜," a low, manly voice crept past the glass.

Your eyes bulged like two porcelain plates, fingers pressed closer to the wall.

So he was a man.

Well, you could already figure that much based on his looks, but the warm tone slipping under your bubble helmet was evidence enough.

Your mind didn't register the language at first, but when his soft brow travelled up, and lips curled in a smile, you thought that maybe he was awaiting an answer.

"Oh, um," you took a step back, waving your hand clumsily. "Hello."

The creature's head tilted again, and he mimicked your gesture.

You blinked twice, still struggling to believe the situation you're in. "Uh, okay, what now?" you whispered. "I am..." You pointed at your head and said your name clearly and loudly. "What about you?"

"⊬⍜⎍ ☊⏃⋏ ⏚⍀⟒⏃⏁⊑ ⊑⟒⍀⟒," the creature said, and a wave of different sounds and tones once again hit your ears.

You sighed, pressing tongue against your cheek. "Right, it's not going to work."

He looked at you, and you looked at him. You, with a slightly furrowed forehead and your mind rushing through all the possible ways to communicate with the alien. He, with lips curled cheekily and pale eyes fixed on your face.

"I wouldn't mind your cooperation, you know?" you mumbled, but he tipped his head left and right, like a curious puppy.

"⊬⍜⎍ ☊⏃⋏ ⏚⍀⟒⏃⏁⊑⟒ ⊑⟒⍀⟒," the same sounds once again slipped past the glass wall.

His head was tipping and tilting, and a second had passed before you finally understood that he wanted to say something.

"What? I don't understand," you said, mimicking his movements.

And thus both of you were shaking and tilting your heads, going over and over the same ⊬⍜⎍ ☊⏃⋏ ⏚⍀⟒⏃⏁⊑⟒ ⊑⟒⍀⟒,and I don't understand.

His brows furrowed as if irritated, and large hand touched his chest. He took a deep breath – first and second – then pointed at his head and finally at yours.

Oh.

"You want me to..." you gestured as if removing the helmet. A quiet chuckle escaped him, and eyes glinted. "But I can't breathe here."

He didn't understand and thus pointed at your head once again. "⏁⏃☍⟒ ⟟⏁ ⍜⎎⎎."

Your head shook. "Whatever you say, I cannot take it off. Because I will…" Your hands slipped up to your throat before a wave of trembling convulsions bent your body. It wriggled, shook, before, with a theatrical cough, you fell down the crooked floor.

The creature was staring at you with a furrowed forehead and a gentle flicker of amusement coiling in his spectral eyes.

"Not the best first impression, I know," you muttered, swiftly standing up. "My point is, I can't breathe without it."

But it seemed he either didn't understand or was simply relentless in his pleadings. As the long fingers hit the glass wall, pointing right at your head. Another deep breath slipped past his lips, and he nodded, as if trying to say it was fine. Whatever he filled the tunnel with, you could breathe here.

And thus, the thought of what if slipped quietly into your mind.

What if he was right?

What if he really did fill your half of the tunnel with oxygen?

But what if he was wrong, and the moment the helmet would go off, you would die in inhumane suffering?

Light blue eyes shone with anticipation, lips curled into an encouraging smile, and a finger pressed harder into the glass wall.

You took a deep breath, feeling the droplets of sweat coiling at the nape of your neck. He seemed to be a highly intelligent creature, with the ability to communicate as well as you and a rather comprehensive understanding of the differences between your species. For some reason, trusting him felt almost natural, and the assuring look of his spectral gaze made you drop your head with a sigh.

When fingers hooked on the helmet's edges, your heart was nearing its death. Chest squeezed painfully, eyes closed till the eyelids dug deep into your balls. The sweat was now dripping down your spine, wetting the nape of your neck and shirt that clung to your body under the heavy spacesuit.

"Okay," you whispered, both to yourself and him, and it seemed that he was rather amused by the agony twisting your mind. When he chuckled, your brows furrowed. "Don't laugh. There's a rather big chance this air will burn me from the inside."

And so it happened – your fingers slowly unclasped the neck ring, allowing the pressurised seal to loosen with a soft puf. The bubble helmet was lifted unhurriedly, as if your lungs were still trying to grasp the rest of the oxygen swirling inside it.

With still closed eyes, you took the first breath. And the second, and the third, and then, looking back at the alien, a sweet, loud scoff slipped past your lips, and flushed cheeks.

"⌇⟒⟒, ⟟ ⏁⍜⌰⎅ ⊬⍜⎍," he chuckled, pressing his forehead to the glass wall.

Still in shock, you stepped closer, also touching the warm, crystal surface with your brows. "Sure, whatever you say."

You looked at each other for a while, with beaming smiles and foreheads almost brushing as you leaned in, a rather intimate gesture. It seemed that the first meeting with another species broke down some specific walls for both of you. The curiosity and fascination with one another blurred the lines of proper manners, breaching all the careful first steps you surely should think of.

His eyes flickered, suggesting a new idea had just come to him. He raised a finger and gestured for you to stay put. After your gentle nod, he vanished into the darkness of the tunnel, leaving you alone with your thoughts swirling in your mind.

Five minutes passed, then ten, and as you sat on the crooked floor and took off the heavy spacesuit, he finally came back, with something gripped by his hand.

You looked closer, noticing the collar-like device and a small earplug. He placed it inside his ear while wrapping the collar around the pale neck. A faint, crispy sound filled his side of the tunnel, and milky brows furrowed as he pressed onto the device in his ear.

And then, with a gesture, he asked you to say something.

"Um," your head tilted, and he sat right in front of you, waiting with a soft smile. "You are rather pretty for an alien."

His fingers still pressed the small device, and after a second, cheekiness flickered in his eyes. "Am I, question? You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen."

To say you froze in shock would be an understatement.

Your lips parted, eyebrows nearly touching hairline, as body leaned forward before your hand pressed against the glass wall. You didn't know whether you were more surprised by either his ability to speak your language or the casual compliment that caused your cheeks to heat up.

"You can…" You shook your head, barely breathing. "But how is it…"

He pointed at his ear. "This device recognises your language," then gestured to his neck. "And connects with this. Whenever I speak in my language, this collar converts it into yours."

A soft ah slipped past your lips, eyes fixed on the thin, crystal band made of a sort of rubber material. Your finger brushed the glass wall, as if trying to feel the device beneath it.

Your brows furrowed when another issue started to bite into your curiosity. "But how do you know my language? How did you build this translator? Our species never made contact."

He sat closer, pressing his forehead to the glass again. At this point, you started to wonder whether it was a sort of typical signal from his species, carrying a special, unknown meaning. And when he beamed with joy, you noticed little white droplets shining faintly, sprinkled around his cheeks. Was this an equivalent of a blush?

"You didn't with us," he pressed a finger to yours, and only then did you see the true, monstrous size of his hand. "But the Reds had been studying you for years."

The reds…

"Oh gosh!" A gasp ripped out of your throat as you covered your mouth with a hand. His head tilted. "The Reds, you mean, Martians?"

"Why are you shocked, question?" he asked, carefully eyeing as you quickly stood up and started walking back and forth between the walls.

Your mind pulsed, trying to comprehend everything that had happened over the past hour. The strange spaceship, the first-ever human contact with life beyond Earth, the final confirmation that aliens did, in fact, kidnap people and conduct experiments on them.

"I'm shocked, because humans never made any contact with life outside our planet," you said, biting down on a fingernail. "How long have you known the Reds?"

A low hum slipped past his lips, and smooth, blue forehead creased. "Five hundred years, I say."

"What?!" Your knees buckled as you once again sat in front of him, with hands and forehead and breasts pressed tightly to a glass wall. "Five hundred years? How is that possible? Are your planets close to each other?"

His head shook, but forehead remained wrinkled. "Humans are very underdeveloped."

You chuckled softly, noticing small, adorable language mistakes the translator made here and there. It's still, robotic voice muffled the creature's deep tone, and something squeezed your heart, as you surprisingly discovered that the honeyed warmth of his tone wrapped your mind in a rather pleasing manner.

"Yes, it seems so." Your head turned, with flushed cheeks pressed to the wall. "But till now I had no idea how far behind we are."

He stayed quiet for a moment before tapping gently on the wall. Your eyes slipped back to his, noticing the droplets sprinkled across his face, radiating adorably like flickering stars.

"My name is Satoru," rolled quietly, as the shimmering dust coated his cheeks ever wider. "Your name, question?"

When you said it slowly, he nodded, still tapping on the surface. Right against your pressed hand. "That's a very beautiful name."

"Yours is not bad either."

He hummed, as if in agreement.

Your head grew heavier and heavier, and the warmth was gently trying to coax you into sleep. As you yawned, Satoru's ghostly eyes carefully followed the exhaustion clouding your forehead.

"Are you tired, question?"

His throat bobbed when you giggled. "You don't have to add a question at the end of each ask, you know?"

You assumed that, because of his grammar rules, he needed to emphasise the difference between normal sentences and inquiries. You've noticed that his language sounded much more melodic than yours, yet it lacked the upward pitch humans use.

"But I am tired, thank you for asking." Looking over your shoulder, you've noticed that your ship was, fortunately, still there. "How about I go to sleep, and we'll get back to our talk in a few hours?"

You slowly stood up and grabbed your heavy spacesuit. Glasses slipped off your nose, and hair stuck to still-warm cheeks, as you lifted up the flashlight and… oh.

It seemed that you missed the sudden sorrow deepening between Satoru's brows. Eyes widened in panic, big palms plastered to the wall with lips just slightly opened, as he looked with a fearful expression at your attempt to move away from the wall. From him.

"Satoru–"

"Can you please sleep here?" His voice trembled, although the translator's robotic tone remained unwavering.

You looked around the tunnel, feeling the crooked ground bending beneath your feet and the dark walls emitting a deep, earthy smell. "I don't think that's a good idea, Satoru." A warm smile lifted your lips as you turned towards your spaceship. "But don't worry, I'll be back. Sleep for a bit, and before you'll notice, I'll–"

"Please," the anxiety filling his shaken voice stabbed right through your heart. "Please let me watch you sleep."

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing him in the same position. With hands pressed against the wall and eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"Watch me sleep?"

He nodded. "I… I didn't watch my crew sleep. The crew died. Satoru has been alone for the past forty years." Your lips fell open, but he quickly added, as if afraid you'd refuse again. "I watch you sleep, you won't die."

Seeing his face – filled with anxiety, pure fear, and misery – you could only smile softly and nod. As the mere thought of this man spending over forty years in space all alone tore your heart apart in the most inhumanely painful way.

"Yes, okay," barely pushed past your lips, before you cleared your throat. "Just let me bring my stuff."

You quickly changed into pyjamas, gathered a few blankets, a pillow and enough water for the night, before going back to the warm tunnel.

And then, as you drew closer to the glassy wall, you noticed a slight change in its shape. As during the five minutes you were gone, Satoru had prepared a special shelf for your body to lie right next to him. With his own feather-like blanket, he lay on his side, waiting for you to slip into the long space and hug him.

You giggled, filling the space with your own things. "That's quite intimate, Satoru."

His body was much taller than the width of the tunnel, and thus, he curled his legs a bit before trying to get even closer to you. "What does intimate mean, question?"

With head hitting the soft pillow and blanket covering your body, you turned his way. Nothing but a thick crystal wall kept you away from brushing noses with each other.

"It means that you're trying to be romantic with someone," but then you thought he might also not understand what romantic means. "Hm, it's when you do nice things for a certain person that you wouldn't do for anyone else. For example, make a special bed to be closer to someone."

A soft crease wrinkled his forehead, and the peacefulness of his eyes told you that he was deeply thinking. "I wouldn't do it for anyone other than you."

The sincerity beaming from his eyes was enough to assure you of the innocent truthfulness of his words. So you sighed, nuzzling deep into the pillow, hoping he didn't notice the warmth on your cheeks.

"That's very romantic, you know? Something you would say to your special someone."

"To your mate, question?"

You hummed, softly closing eyes. His presence somehow made your body tingle with a pleasant warmth, allowing the sleep to haunt your mind in a much softer, calmer way. In a way, you didn't feel for a long, long time, spending days in loneliness and a maddening need to feel someone else's warmth again.

You couldn't feel Satoru's heat, yet your heart fluttered fondly as his gaze truly watched you sleep.

"Yes, although humans don't mate."

"Why, question?"

When you giggled – sweetly, kindly – droplets coating Satoru's cheeks lighted up. Solely for a second, but it was enough to make him slip closer, and closer, and closer, till the glass wall was digging painfully into his body, and his heart still rushed your way.

You bubbled something under your nose. An answer he could not hear. With your lips falling open and a crystal string of saliva dripping down the soft pillow.

His finger pressed against the glass, as if wishing to brush it away.

And when another five minutes passed, a soft snoring filled your side of the tunnel. Breath calmed down, and body drew closer to his. Trying to curl into his – big, burning hot, utterly dangerous for yours.

"I watch you sleep," he whispered, brushing the glass with your pressed cheek. "You never die."

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Satoru was much more intelligent than you expected.

It's not that you treated him as beneath you, but the true power of his mind exceeded your expectations.

And as it turned out, he was in the same situation as you – researching the alien microbes that were also eating his sun. Except that his species discovered the problem forty years before yours, and thus a wave of panic washed over your mind. Because if a creature like Satoru couldn't find the solution to the problem that apparently touched not just Earth but the whole universe, you wouldn't do it either.

One difference between you and Satoru was that, as an engineer, he could actually do things himself. Simply produce them, with all the glassed walls and tiny models of planets made from a strange, gluey substance that rolled off his fingers. He wasn't a scientist like you, so when he heard that you were the "brain" of the crew, his eyes flickered. 

"We can work together," he proposed, already considering the path to the only planet not consumed by alien microbes. Since it wasn't infected, it suggested there was something in its atmosphere that enabled it to withstand the lethal bacteria. "You will be the mastermind of the entire operation, I will develop the sources. Also, I have spent forty years here, so I know how to navigate."

His eyes were fixed on creating another little planet, rolling the gluey strings between his pads, moulding them into a ball and waiting until the substance dried into a crystal orb. After a few days, your glassy wall had advanced enough to have a small opening for a shelf where you could exchange little presents.

Although you forgot that Satoru's atmosphere was close to boiling lava in temperature, when your hands accidentally brushed, a nasty, red bump was left on the skin of your thumb.

He put the ball on the shelf and moved his hand away so you could grab it.

"Which planet is it?" you wondered, brushing the crystal surface.

He tsked – something he learnt from you mere hour ago – and mumbled. "The earth, of course."

A scoff escaped your lips, and warmth spilt over the heart. "We're not that small."

"I believe you are."

"And we have more greenery."

He wondered, this time building a small spaceship. Your spaceship. "I would like to see it."

Some things have become clearer after spending the past few days in Satoru's presence. His planet was one of the closest to the sun, wrapped in a dense atmosphere that protected its inhabitants from being burned alive. As Satoru said, the days merged with the nights, and it was always rather dark – hence the pale, almost spectral eyes he and other inhabitants had. There was little to no greenery, and the water system had long been sustained by technologies developed by engineers like him.

"A lot of sand", he once said, and you wondered whether it would look like anything close to the climate of Arab countries.

His head tilted then, and eyes flickered with curiosity. "How do Arab countries look, question?"

You tried to describe the endless desert plains, the crimson sun, the curling droplets of sweat on your neck, and the nights filled with beaming joy as best you could. The feel of warm sand under your feet, sea brushing the skin sweetly and fresh dates melting on your tongue in sugary pleasure.

He listened, with eyes following the curve of your lips and fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"I would love to see it," he muttered, poking the glass wall with his finger. "It sounds beautiful."

You giggled, following the pale blue of his skin. Soft and shiny, it reminded you more of a region bitten by cold than of the merciless atmospheric temperature of over two hundred degrees Celsius.

"You're rather pale for someone living right next to the sun."

He scoffed, with fingers still creating the small spaceship. In the meantime, you leaned against the crooked tunnel's wall, with a laptop on your thighs, trying to plan the route towards the only "safe" planet.

"I'm not pale. I'm blue."

"That was a joke," you shoot him a glance, seeing the irritated squint of his eyes. "It means that the thing I say is supposed to be funny. You should laugh."

A low, awkward chuckle rolled off his lips, and you couldn't help but burst out laughing. Satoru knew how to express his joy, but it seemed he didn't quite possess the humour you did.

The moment has passed, and a comfortable silence stretched between the two of you. He was mapping the galaxy, while you tried to work out whether your ship still had enough fuel to travel that far. It would take you months to reach that planet, but there seemed to be no other choice. After that mission, the fuel will run out, and you, just as planned, will die here – somewhere in the embrace of endless space.

A low sigh slipped past your lips, catching Satoru's attention. "Are you tired, question?"

Your head shook, and a few strands of hair fell loosely from a pinup. "I would love to invite you to my ship. There's a room where we can watch movies and stuff. I'm sure I can find something about Egypt."

And so…

You've also learned over the past few days that Satoru took everything seriously.

In the most genuine and firm understanding of this word.

Two weeks have passed since your meeting. One morning, as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, dressed in nothing but panties and a loose shirt while brushing your teeth, a deep, gravelly rumble shook the entire spaceship.

Your heart leapt into your throat, eyes bulged, and you dashed out of the room with wet hair and bare feet. With all the prayers you've learnt as a child repeating in your mind over and over again, as you run towards the entrance of the ship.

Did you somehow get unsealed from the tunnel?

Did something hit the ship and cause the irreparable damage that would cost you your life?

Fuck, did–

But when you finally got into the room connected with an entrance, with toothpaste smeared all over your cheek and glasses falling crookedly off your nose, a low gasp slipped past your lips.

"Satoru?!"

Because the pale-bluish creature himself stood in the middle of your spaceship, locked in a…

"And you're in a ball?" Like a hamster, wanted to join, but he probably wouldn't know what a hamster is.

Standing right in front of you, fully upright, with long legs wrapped in a white suit and a muscular back bulging under the stretched material – he appeared even more monstrous than usual. A creature over two metres tall, looking all over your place with amusement shining in his eyes, his gaze following all your dirty panties spread across the floor.

"Yep, so I won't die in your atmosphere," long fingers knocked the crystal ball, before lips curved in a cheeky smile. "Can I smell it, question? I want to know how your body smells. Put it to the shel–"

A sudden warmth had hit your cheeks, and throat tightened around the remnants of the toothpaste. "Absolutely not! It's very not polite of you to ask such things."

He started walking around in a large ball that barely fit the corridors of your spaceship, its hard walls brushing against each and every machine, piece of furniture, and console on its way. He strolled freely, dropping different comments here and there, while you followed him and picked up all your clothes.

"So dirty," he snapped, pushing a loud scoff from your throat.

"I didn't expect the guests!"

But he ignored you, as your bedroom appeared somewhere within the line of his sight. Blue cheeks shone with crystal droplets, and white, fluffy hair almost stood on end with excitement. Before you could stop him, long legs swiftly moved towards your bedroom, taking in every little, dirty, detail – more panties, a small mattress, a few books lying scattered all over the floor.

"Is that our nest, question?" He looked around before parking his ball next to your mattress. He sat down, leaning against the floor, and finally shot you a look. "I like it."

With a deep, weariness-filled sigh, you returned to the bathroom, cleaned yourself, and re-entered the bedroom. Soft light reflected off the glistening droplets on his cheeks as he probed the fabric of your panties with his finger. Only then did you realise that the ball, despite being firm, was quite flexible, enabling him to slide his fingers through its surface, which was covered in a sticky, shimmering coating that shielded his skin from the oxygen.

You took the material away from his curious gaze and pushed it back into your bag.

"Satoru, what are you doing here?" slipped rather harshly as you sat down on your bed.

He seemed to be confused by your tone, tilting the fluffy head with a furrow. "Are you mad, question?"

You knew that getting angry with him, while he was still learning to recognise human emotions, was silly. Stupid, even, and you felt as if you were shouting at the poor puppy. Except that this puppy was much taller than you and probably weighed twice your weight.

With a sigh, you fell back on the mattress and covered your face with an arm. "Sorry, I'm not mad. Just… surprised. I didn't expect you would come up my ship."

He tried to roll closer, but the space was too small to allow him any other movements than going back and forth from the entrance to your mattress. So he stayed in place, trying to observe the expression on your face.

"I can't see you like that," he noted.

Another thing you've learnt about his species was how important contact and intimacy are. Not even sexual ones, but rather a simple need to always be with someone. To communicate while looking right into their eyes, to feel their skin on theirs, and to follow the movements of their lips. To feel the presence of another creature next to them, even if the only thing you did was sleep next to each other.

So another sorry slipped past your lips, and you sat again, showing Satoru your face. He slightly lightened up before pressing a hand to the crystal ball.

"You said, and I quote, I would love to invite you to my ship," he noted with utmost seriousness, and you rolled your eyes. "So I came."

Well, he was right. You did say that, and you did wish there were a way to bring him into your ship. Travelling together would be much easier if both of you were on one ship, so amidst the pure chaos and shock he caused, you quite enjoyed the fact that he could live here.

With you.

"Okay," your hand pressed to the ball, filling half of his palm. "But we need to set up some rules first. First, we don't sleep in the same bedroom–"

"But I must watch–"

"Satoru," you interrupted him, seeing the pale eyes slip into the sorrowfulness. "You have excellent hearing and even more excellent sight. I'm sure you can watch me sleep while staying next door." A grim twisted his face, and a low mumble filled his little bubble. Too quiet for the translator to catch, so you chuckled sweetly, seeing his brattiness surface. "Okay. The second rule – you can't sniff my panties. It's something… reserved only for mates."

And, well, if that didn't fire him up – with eyes suddenly beaming in excitement and droplets twinkling one by one, like a tiny mingling stars. You felt as if you had challenged him, and thus quickly added. "And because we are not mates, you cannot do it. It's too intimate."

"I want to be intimate."

A sudden flush hit your cheeks, and warmth spread beneath your chest. "No, Satoru, you don't understand. It's about sexual intimacy. Something you share while…" saying it out loud felt like giving a biology lesson to elementary school kids. "Mating… with your special someone. When you, well, have sex and stuff. Do you know–"

He chuckled low, a sly smile lifting his lips. "I know what mating is."

Something in your lower belly bubbled, seeing him like that. Tall and strong, spreading a slightly possessive and dominating aura. With eyes full of bratty cheekiness and something, something, slightly sensual dripping from his voice.

"Well, so you know that we can't do it," You moved back, taking your palm away from the crystal ball. "Let's work on our plan and try to find a way to save the world."

And with a slight dissatisfaction, Satoru finally agreed.

But the next months spent in his presence were… interesting. To say at least.

Every day brought new surprises, which sometimes ended with your body blushing from head to toes, sometimes him getting shy and flustered, while still trying to keep up the cocky demeanour.

He was nothing less than excellent when it came to engineering and helping with the travel itself, also being an amazing companion for the long, daring journey.

Soon he resigned from constant stay in a ball and filled the interior of your spaceship with long corridors of crystal, making himself at home. Whenever you were – he was right next. Be it a bedroom, control room, kitchen or…

"Satoru!" You quickly covered your breasts with your hands, seeing him walking into the bathroom with the most casual demeanour.

A plate of some weird substance, he was always eating for supper, and a white suit half unzipped, showing off his muscular, blue chest. He leaned against the door, spectral eyes slowly following your naked body. From legs up to hips, staying longer on the gentle swell of your ass and the mould of your pussy, before going up, and up, to the breasts covered by your trembling fingers. "Sweetheart is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen."

"Sweetheart" because he really wished to call you something human pairs use for each other. Even though at least three times a week, you needed to remind him that you, in fact, were not a pair.

A muffled, surprised scoff escaped your lips. You pointed to the exit with one hand, forgetting it was clutching one of your breasts. When the silky swell smoothly slipped from your grasp, bouncing gently before his eyes, he moved closer, already pushing a finger through the stretching wall.

"Can I–"

You smacked it, once again showing the exit. "Satoru! You can't walk on me while I'm naked."

"Why, question?" he asked, relentlessly trying to get closer to your body. With a finger poking the wall, that unfortunately couldn't stretch enough to even brush your skin. "Come a bit closer."

Something in your belly bubbled, warmth spread across your chest, and a single, dirty thought of letting him touch you bloomed in your mind. After all, sexual needs and anatomy were among the things all researchers wished to know about foreign species. And because Satoru was of the same, curious kind as you…

"It's too early, out!"

His head tilted, and lips curved into a foxy smile. "It's eight in the evening."

"No, I mean, we're not close enough to do such stuff."

He knocked on the crystal wall. "Sweetheart, but I can't get closer."

Oh god.

You sighed, finally letting the other tit bounce softly too. Leaning against the small shelf, you glanced at him with a frown. He, however, looked anywhere but into your eyes. Rude.

"Our relationship is not on that level…" yet. "What you want to do is too intimate. Sexual." And then, a sudden curiosity spiked your mind. "Satoru, how does the… mate thing look like among your species?"

His eyes finally slipped up to yours. "We choose one mate for a whole life."

Well, that was rather clear.

"What about the, you know…" You gestured awkwardly, partially at your still naked body.

"The mating," he finished. But as if feeling the spike in your curiosity, with round eyes ogling his naked chest and slipping shyly towards his hips, he bubbled a low chuckle. "Come closer, and I will show you."

What a brat!

With the last tsk and a dirty look shot his way, you turned back towards the mirror and finished your quick, morning "shower". Even while using rinseless soap and water pouches to clean your body, you still felt Satoru's presence behind you.

Deep blue eyes following the curve of your body, back muscles working beneath the soft skin, and when you bent over to rinse your face, a sudden, sharp breath escaped his throat.

You didn't have to look back to know that he was looking straight at your pussy.

"It's wet," he mumbled, coming closer. And closer, until his finger once again tried to evade the stretching wall, too short to even brush the swell of your ass.

You hummed, trying to hide an embarrassed warmth kissing your neck. "It's a natural lubrication. It usually happens when a woman is…" oh fuck it. "Excited."

He seemed charmed, completely bewitched, and some part of you wished the temperature between your bodies wasn't over two hundred degrees Celsius. As the moment Satoru's hands touched your skin, you weren't sure whether calling it the third burn would be enough.

"Why is sweetheart excited, question?"

With your body leaning forward and hands resting on the shelf, you looked back, eyes slightly hazy, wetness dripping down your thigh. A silken droplet swirled down your leg, and Satoru's always oh-so-attentive eyes, of course didn't miss it.

"I want the taste," he mumbled, and only then did you notice a bulge, trying to rip free from beneath the white spacesuit covering his hips.

You took a deep breath, bending yourself lower and lower, till he could clearly see your cunt shining with silky wetness.

"I'm excited," you started, voice dripping with sensuality. "Because of you."

As if awaiting this exact answer, his eyes, for just a second, ripped themselves away from your soft pussy and looked up. To cross with yours – slightly teary, a bit too warm.

"I want to–"

You turned around, once again leaning against the shelf. A low groan escaped his throat, as he no longer could see your pussy in its fullness. The little pout twisting his lips made you giggle, but a tricky, dirty thought has slipped into your mind.

"How about this?" You took a step, then another, until you stood right in front of him. Much closer than before, but not close enough to let him brush your skin. "I will let you touch me. Watch me…" You coughed, feeling this wind of bravery leave your body as quickly as it had come. "Masturbate. And you'll let me do it too."

Satoru's lips fell open, eyes sparkled in excitement. "I thought the intimacy was only for mates. Are we mates then, question?"

"Let's call it friend with benefits."

His eyes narrowed. "We don't do such things with friends."

You scoffed, pushing your hip to the side and biting the inside of your cheek. "Well, we do, so you can either accept it or not."

And seeing that this time his bratty stubbornness wouldn't work, Satoru nodded.

A few minutes later, you found yourself in the most embarrassed, going-straight-to-the-grave position you could imagine. With elbows supporting your body on the bedroom's mattress, legs spread open, and pussy pressed against the crystal wall. The slippery juices coated the surface, making Satoru breathe much, much harder than before. With fingers wrapped around the biggest, most monstrous cock you've ever seen.

You needed a moment to take in the sight that sprang up in front of your eyes after he took off the rest of the suit. Massive, veiny shaft, with a swelled protrusion at his base, probably used while mating. The blue skin was peppered with similar droplets sprinkled on his cheeks, and shimmered faintly whenever he looked down at your cunt.

Small and fluttering, with your hole squeezing around nothing and clit swelled from excitement.

The penetrative gaze of his made you warm up even more. "Satoru, touch me," slipped like an order.

His long finger brushed the crystal wall and pushed – gently, carefully, till he felt a soft button under his pad and heard a low moan escape your lips.

He dreamed of feeling the gummy structure of your pussy. To roll the clit between his fingers, without any surface protecting his body. To lower himself down and smell, lick, taste the dripping cum that in his mind was sweeter than anything he had ever tried.

And it should be noted that he had quite refined taste buds.

His other hand pumped his massive cock in slow strokes, enjoying the sight spreading in front of him much more than the feeling of his fingers wrapped around the dripping shaft.

"Does it feel good, question?" He asked, hearing another moan fill the small bedroom.

"Y-yeah, ahh, try to make gentle circles," slipped faintly, as you started to roll nipples between your fingers.

His thumb pressed against your clit harder, making your feet curl and legs spread even wider. As if trying to invite his massive cock, that would surely rip you in half.

Maybe the fact that you couldn't touch each other wasn't that bad. Because if he somehow found a way to fuck you with this size, you sure would feel it up in your throat.

And thus you enjoyed the sight spreading in front of your eyes – his beefy thighs bulging whenever you jolted under his thumb, pearly cum dripping down the blue skin, long fingers squeezing the veiny meat as he still oh-so-carefully rubbed your clit.

"It's getting wetter," he noticed, biting the inside of his cheek. "I want to taste you."

His low voice made your body melt under his fingers, forcing your thighs to spread wider and wider, while chasing the pleasure bubbling in your belly. Your hole fluttered around nothing, and a sheer sight of his cock spun your mind in crazy wish to get yourself stretched around it. To feel every vein scratch your tight walls, till the drenched head would kiss your swelling womb.

"Fuck, wait, I have an idea," you backed out, crawling towards your bag.

Crazy, stupid, nasty plan slipped into your head, as you took out a mid-size, creamy dildo. With a sucking pad at the end, and a slightly curved head. It wasn't yours, as you somehow found it among the things… oh well, does it really matter? It was clean and had been bathed in antiseptic spray multiple times; thus, using it was not disgusting at all.

But when Satoru saw it, his breath hitched. Eyes slipped down to his cock, and forehead furrowed. "Why is it so small, question?"

You chuckled, sticking it to the crystal wall. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that's the average size of a human's dick."

He followed your body as you once again spread your legs open and brushed the silicone cock through your folds a few times. Drenching it all in your juices, and Satoru, since learning the meaning of jealousy, felt something unpleasant bubble in his heart. Because he wished to be the one making your pussy flutter around his head and push it inside, till your sugary walls would clamp around his fat cock.

Your forehead furrowed, eyes glistened from prickling tears as his thumb once again landed on your clit. But this time, the pleasure was twice as intense. With a silicone dick stretching your tight pussy and his finger rubbing you in slow, maddening circles.

"I could make you feel better," he groaned, hearing another pitched moan slip past your lips. "This pathetic thing is now worthy to be inside my sweetheart."

With rising irritation, he pressed your clit harsher. Till a tremble washed over your body and back hit the mattress, as you rolled your cunt to feel the dildo go deeper. But Satoru was right – his cock would indeed make you feel better.

Your hands slipped up to your breasts, pinching the hard buds and chasing the maddening pleasure bubbling in your lower belly.

A deep frown creased Satoru's forehead, and he gently squeezed your clit. "I can't see your face."

"R-right, sorry–ahhh," A cry rolled off your tongue as you once again leaned on your elbows. "Satoru, it feels so good, mhmm."

His cock was more flushed than before, with a cherry tip spilling the heavy, thick droplets all over his hand. He pumped it madly, never once taking his eyes off your lovely face. With pleasure twisting your brows and teary eyes fixed upon his.

"S-Satoru, I, fuck, I'm going to cum," the silicone cock kissed your cervix, smooching it wetly with hefty, gluey cum sipping from your hole.

You tried to imagine getting split open on his cock. Being filled by his cum, with creamy saps stuffing your swelling womb and pumping your belly full. Getting manhandled by his muscular arms and wide back, as he would fold you into a mating press and push into the mattress. Till each and every spring would painfully dig into your spine.

So with a final cry, you came.

With a loud cry, spine arching into the sweetest curve, and a sprinkling of sweetness gushing all over his thumb, although it was a true pity that he couldn't feel it. Your body trembled and lips fell open, seeing a furrow cloud his forehead and fingers tightening around his cock.

And then, an idea slipped quietly into your mind.

"Wait a minute, don't cum yet," you muttered, taking a pair of panties lying on your bed. With a single, dirty move, you rubbed them against your drenched folds, gathering all the creamy cum and honeyed sweetness.

Satoru… dear heavens.

When a flimsy material landed inside the shelf, quite similar to the one he installed in a tunnel, Satoru's fingers snapped forward and snatched it. He brought it closer to his nose, lips, feeling your precious wetness and the rich flavour burst right onto his tongue, as a low, primal groan escaped his throat.

"Mhmm, s-so, ahh, tastes so sweet," a muffled cry was almost incomprehensible with your panties filling his mouth.

The head of his cock pulsed, massive balls constricted whenever his tongue took another lick of your fresh cum and eyes… oh, eyes stayed on you.

On your breasts coated in sheer sweat, thighs still spread open and a little, minx smile twisting your lips. Satoru was sure he could cum only at the sheer sight of your angelic face, and thus, after a few more harsh pumps and muffled cries, he came. Loud and heavy, with creamy ropes shooting all over his glimmering skin and fully emptying everything he has been keeping far too long.

What a waste, you both thought, wishing it landed somewhere far, far sweeter and warmer. Deep inside your womb, preferably.

A moment has passed, with a small bedroom filled with your heavy breaths and shy glances, looking everywhere but at your cum-coated bodies. With a faint cough, you finally closed your thighs and covered yourself with a blanket.

Blooming loveliness crept up your cheeks, and suddenly looking at Satoru required far more courage and calm than it had merely thirty minutes ago.

Before you could ask whether he needed a towel, his low voice spoke first. "Are we mates now, question?"

He said sheepishly, lifting your panties with a finger.

You groaned and fell on a mattress with his chuckle tickling your burning ears.

You didn't want to destroy this moment, even though you knew your mission would end with you dying in space. That he would go back to his planet safely, while you would float and float and float, while eventually dying of hunger.

And so, sharing this sweet moment of intimacy, with warmth spreading beneath your chest, you nodded. "Yes, Satoru. Let's become mates."

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The next few months were filled with nothing but joy.

With movies playing on repeat in the small, cinematic room, Satoru watches each of them with his lips agape. Enjoying the landscapes of Earth, you could project them into a closed space, with a blue sky spreading across the ceiling and tall Scottish plains stretching beneath your feet.

With the golden sand of Thai beaches shimmering in the sun and coconuts falling from the palms, the chirping of birds perched high in the lush trees of the Amazon Forest, and the endless plains of the Sahara Desert.

When you joked that the three pyramids in Giza you were just looking at were believed to have been built by aliens, he only hummed and nodded as if in agreement. A scoff rolled off your tongue, and his head snapped towards you.

"Why are you nodding? Of course they weren't!"

Plush, bluish lips curved in a sly smile. "Is sweetheart sure, question? It looks like something we have on our planet."

An unbelievable shock crossed your face as you stared at him, speechless. "No, you don't!"

"Yes, we do."

"You're fucking with me."

His head tilted. "I thought we can't fuck."

You rolled your eyes, resting your head against his shoulder. Or at least against the crystal surface he was pressed against. "Forget it."

"I can't, my memory is excellent."

And that was indeed true, as Satoru seemed to remember every single thing you said or did over the past few months. The plan you devised to obtain a sample of the planet's atmospheric gas to discover why it was immune to deadly microbes was etched into his mind with meticulous precision.

Truly mesmerising creature he was, especially as he also remembered which buttons to push, to make you cum faster.

What you had also discovered was that Satoru loved to talk about your future.

Particularly during the late nights, when you were curled up under the warm blanket, lying on a mattress in a dimly lit room, with him cuddled up against your side.

He couldn't brush your soft cheek pressed against the wall, but it was fine.

For the look of your lovely face, he watched with warmth blooming in his chest, was enough.

On such nights, when both of you longed for each other's warmth, he enjoyed dreaming. Of you returning with him to his planet, building you a small, private island with oxygen, and fulfilling all your wishes. You teaching the children of his species physics – as you did on Earth – and him continuing to serve as the most valued engineer on his planet.

Of you and him living together in a small seaside cottage, spending days loving each other and lying on the soft beach till darkness would spill over the ocean's horizon – the only his planet had, the one he was ready to fully give into your hands. Having sex all day and night, to which you responded with a sweet, faint giggle, as sleep slowly slipped into your eyes.

"And how would we do it, hm?" you mumbled, pressing against the crystal wall.

A soft furrow haunted your forehead, and he imagined calming it with a gentle roll of his thumb. "The atmosphere of my planet allows us to use a special technique," through the glass wall, he traced the curve of your lips. "It wraps my body in a thin barrier, but I would be able to touch you," soft lips touched to the point where your nose pressed. "And kiss you. And hug you, make love with you, although we wouldn't have children."

You understood why and giggled softly, slowly opening your sleepy eyes to meet the endless, pale blue. "You really want to get even closer, huh?"

It was a joke, and yet a warmth bloomed behind his spectral eyes, forcing your heart to skip a beat. His hand pressed to the part where your chest met the wall, before he leaned his forehead against "yours". "If I could, I would make you live inside me. So nothing in this universe would ever rip us apart."

A faint oh rolled past your lips as you bit on the soft inside of your cheek. "Satoru, I don't know how long your species live, but… I don't have as much time as you think."

A sudden panic swelled behind his eyes, and thumb slipped out of the crystal wall to brush your lower lip. "My best friends have been mates for the past hundred and sixty years. How many can you give me, question?"

Something ripped through your heart. Cut it with painful slashes, till a crease on your forehead deepened. "Not a lot, Satoru. Maybe seventy years?"

His thumb paused, an ache spreading across the vast, pale blue plains. "I've lived three hundred years without you," he said, warm lips pressing into the wrinkle between your "brows". "I won't survive another seventy."

But the endless honeymoon couldn't last long.

For there was a reason why both of you found yourselves in space. Why the mission was tagged as suicidal, and why there wasn't enough fuel to get you back to Earth. And while Satoru's dreams indeed sounded tempting, you knew that it simply wouldn't work out.

For you breathed oxygen, and he needed ammonia gas.

Your body stayed cool at thirty-six degrees Celsius, while his was burning up to over two hundred.

He was three hundred years old – you twenty-seven.

But he didn't have to know all of that. Over the past twenty-seven years, no one had made you laugh, enjoy, and love life as much as he did. Even if those brief moments of happiness were only meant to last a few months, they were enough.

After the mission, he could go back safely to his home, and you… well.

And you would need to watch him die.

It was truly unpredictable, and none of you could foresee how the situation would turn out. You finally arrived on the planet, prepared to collect the necessary samples of the antidote. You didn't know, however, how dense its atmosphere would be.

How the wind would violently hit your ship, tossing it sharply left and right as you stepped outside in your spacesuit and carried Satoru's sampling device back onto the ship.

He told you to leave it. When you almost fell off the ship, he begged you to come inside. Hit the wall with hands, screamed right into the speaker inside your helmet, pleaded to leave the sample and just come back.

But you simply couldn't do it. Because leaving it here, after Satoru spent decades in space trying to seek the solution, would be simply foolish. Egoistic, and thus, after a few harsh currents, you grabbed the box filled with antidote cells and went back to the ship.

But then, it started spinning. And spinning and spinning, wish wind smacking it in violent currents, and you found it almost impossible to get back onto the normal route. Every single light inside the control room shimmered red. Satoru tried to calm you down, but there was nothing he could truly do from behind the glass wall.

You pushed and flickered every button, every controller, but after one sudden, brutal tug of the ship, your face hit the console.

Eyes filled with red, a nasty crack came from the nose, and the gaze became a bit hazy. You tried to push one last button that would help the ship get away from the planet's strong current, but you were simply too weak. With blood slowly covering your whole face and belts still pinning you to the chair.

Satoru shouted something, but you couldn't hear him clearly. Was it because of the red lamps and an alarm filling the control room? Or maybe because of the sudden sleepiness that blanketed your eyelids?

His fists hit the glass wall, spreading the dull echo around the control room. A soft sweetheart sweetheart sweetheart rolled past his lips, but you simply had no energy to look up. As if you did, the sigh of his trembling, panicked face would rip your heart apart.

His large fists wanted to break through the wall, eyes looked at the blood dripping down your face, body filled with helplessness and desperation, trying everything in his power to get close to you.

With a single finger, you still strained to push that last red button. To get the ship back on track, at least allow Satoru to be safe, and finish the mission that would help save his planet. But your body couldn't handle the gravitational force caused by the spin, which pressed you into the console. The slow crushing of your lungs, mind filling with fogginess, throat crushed beneath the flickering buttons.

So with a soft, almost inaudible I'm sorry, your eyes closed.

A second has passed, a minute, with mind registering the crying alarm and… and a shatter of glass.

A sudden pain washed over your body – burning and stinging every nerve. Someone lifted you up, carefully, slowly, trying to wrap you in blankets and clothes, anything to keep you from the lethal touch.

Quiet, you'll live, sweetheart will live, sweetheart, sweetheart, keep your eyes open, amid violent waves of coughing and painful moans, filled the corridors of your spaceship. When your eyes opened a little, you saw nothing but thick steam evaporating from something. 

Someone.

"Satoru?" slipped out in a whisper as, from beneath the curling steam, a blue, familiar face looked down at you, wet-cheeked. "Satoru, no, y-you'll die–"

"Shhh, sweetheart, it's okay, it's okay, sweetheart will live," he repeated like a mantra, hugging your wrapped body closer to his.

Fiery skin burned through the thick layers of blankets, leaving burns all over your bloodstained skin. Your body hit something, and before you noticed, an automated medical care robot soon filled your vision. The mechanical arms pressed the oxygen mask to your face before an IV needle slipped beneath the skin of your arm.

"Satoru," you mumbled weakly, trying to find those familiar, pale eyes.

And he was right there, offering you the most painful, heart-tearing sight. Tears ran down his cheeks, white steam curled tortuously from his body, and gaze slowly grew weaker. He could barely breathe, yet still stood right there.

Over your barely warm body, making sure that you would live.

"I watch you–"

"No, S-Satoru," barely pushed through your squeezed throat. With crystal tears swirling in your eyes and fingers trying to push him away from the table. "Go back, p-please, or–"

"No, I watch you sleep." his fingers grabbed the hem of your shirt. "You won't die".

You were too weak to fight him. In too much pain, with your head pounding, skin burning from his touch and anaesthesia slowly kicking in.

And so, with a last look into the eyes your heart laughed for, you fell asleep.

There was no way to tell how much time had passed. How long you stayed under the mechanical clutches of the medical robot.

How long Satoru needed to suffer, to make sure you would be alive.

But when you finally woke up and ripped yourself away from the needles, he wasn't there.

He wasn't in your sight, but something else, something burned, marked the floor. Dark traces of blue dust led further inside the spaceship. Still weak, with the last traces of blood dried on your cheek, you followed them, your heart pounding. And a little grain of foolish hope bloomed inside your heart, fresh tears already swirling in the corners of eyes.

The ship was back on a normal route, carrying you through the galaxy at a slow, peaceful pace. Thanks to Satoru.

The blue dust led you through the control room, down into the basement, kitchen, bathroom, and finally to the bedroom, as if he tried to, for the last time, see every part of the ship. Just to make sure everything was working. That after waking up, you wouldn't have to bother yourself with anything.

And so another wave of crushing sob bubbled in your throat. A pain ripping you open as you entered your shared bedroom and saw him there – curled on the mattress, the upper part of his body already slipped inside his crystal corridor. As if he didn't have the strength to crawl in fully. Too busy watching you sleep.

"Oh, Satoru," a cry finally escaped your throat, as your knees bent beside his body. "You fool, so stupid, you're–oh!" A hysterical lament filled the small bedroom as you touched his cold body. "Satoru, how c-could you leave me alone?"

Face, always beaming with so much warmth and joy, lay in dead silence. With your loving, blue eyes closed behind the curtain of white lashes and lips more pale than usual.

Gathering every last ounce of strength still boiling in your body, you brought his ball back. In such a tight, ammonia-filled space, the chance of his recovery was much higher.

Opening it was almost impossible, so you cut a hole big enough to, with pain ripping through your muscles and sweat dripping down your spine, somehow push him inside. And then you glued the walls tight, with a prayer dripping off your lips, and your body cuddled into his crystal ball.

"I'll watch you sleep," you whispered, brushing the surface with his pressed cheek. "You won't die."

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The sun spilling through the curtain tickled your cheeks. The chirping of birds made you sigh deeply, and the gentle sea breeze coated your skin with soft kisses. The shoulder, the soft line of the spine, the slightly sweating neck, with a salty fragrance slipping sweetly into your nostrils.

You tried to stretch, waking up your stiff body from a deep slumber, but something locked you in place.

Something heavy and long, curling around your waist and pulling you closer to another stony wall.

Or, maybe you should say, stony chest.

Looking over your shoulder, you've met with a cheeky smile curling your husband's lips and still-sleepy, pale eyes. He pulled you closer, until your head found itself under his chin and your legs entangled with his.

"Good morning," you giggled, turning in his arms. "Did you sleep well?"

Satoru hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The thin barrier wrapping his body glimmered under the spilling sunlight. After years on his planet, you no longer needed a translator to understand his language. And so you kissed his blue neck, tracing the kisses up, and up, along his jaw and chin, until finally locking your lips with his.

"Apologies, I didn't watch you sleep."

You chuckled, biting gently on his lower lip. "Were you that tired after last night?"

"Mmm," a soft, satisfied hum escaped his throat when you felt something hard poking your belly. "Forgive your husband, he didn't realise he had a tigress and no wife at home."

You chuckled sweetly, forcing his lips to curl in a sly smile.

"Does my wife need anything? Do you want Suguru to lower the temperature?"

Tracing the sharpness of his jaw, up to the curve of his lips, your head shook. "No, it's warm enough. Maybe you can ask him to lower the birds' chirping a bit. I think they're a bit louder than yesterday."

He nodded, pulling you even closer. Till your bodies tangled in one, and a slow, peaceful pounding of his heart beat against your breasts. "Mhm, sure. But let's sleep a bit longer, and then you can jump on me as much as you want, hm?"

So with the last, soft kiss between your brows and heart swelling from feeling the heaviness of your body on his, Satoru allowed you to cuddle into his muscular chest and watch him slowly slip into a deep slumber.

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But fortunately, you left before anything else happened. Disappointed at the fact that your crush turned out to be some random frat who likes to chase skirts around.

So, if yesterday you were crying because you couldn't see your crush, now you're crying over how stupid you were. You really can't believe yourself, getting that worked up over a dude that didn't even know your name. But you got over it, and now you're a changed person.

Or so you thought. Because when you saw him again at the library, you suddenly remembered why you were crying over him to begin with.

And on a second thought, maybe dating a frat wasn't that bad.. I mean, I'm sure he had his own qualities besides being a slut. Even tho he had his tongue down your throat the moment you went and introduced yourself to him, I'm sure he had a personality, likes, dislikes, hobbies.

So, you went to him. All shy, barely able to hold eye contact and telling him you met him at a party. Asking him if he wants to reconnect, be friends, or take from where you previously were. Basically, throwing yourself on a plate where he can feast from.

And to everyone's surprise, he said yes. Finally becoming friends with the guy you kept obsessing over for the past few weeks.

However, your friendship was strange. No, in fact, he was strange.

Always looking over his shoulder as if he was afraid of something, paranoid at his own thoughts like you weren't supposed to be seen together. Then, when he was confident no one was around, his hands would wander around your body.

There's always something dark in his eyes, behind his glasses. Looking at you like he was starved, salivating at the little skin you had exposed. And breathing in your perfume before he moves away. As if he wasn't the one leaning over, towering over you as if he planned on taking your body in that library.

At first you liked it, because it was like you were looking in a mirror, seeing him miserable over the fact that he can't have you. Reminding you of that one frat party, when you made out with him only to be left disappointed over the fact that he wasn't this cute nerd with the bluest eyes you ever saw in your life.

But now? This is genuinely getting on your nerves. Because why is he playing so hard to get? He's the one touching your thigh, hand sliding up and down your body while looking at you dead in the eyes. Always in public too, confident in himself as if he isn't the one who backs away first.

"I really don't understand you." you said, finally calling out his hypocrisy, tired of his bullshit. Wasn't he the one who kept begging you to stay, to let him have a taste of your sweet pussy who's apparently calling his name? Because there's no way you forgot a single thing that he did at that damn frat party. "You're acting like there's two of you." like good cop, bad cop.

"Two of me?" he sounded surprised, as if you discovered his biggest secret.

"Yes, two of you. You're acting like you're batman, having two identities." oh, you almost got him there. Even after so long, you're still completely unaware of his twin who looks exactly just like him.

But can you blame him for acting the way he is? Because you don't want him, you didn't come to him because you saw him and thought he was cute. You came to him because you met his brother at a party, and thought that you had a chance.

And perhaps you did. Because knowing that frat boy brother of his, he would not say no to you. Shit, even him, Nerd!jo, couldn't say no to you.

All you have to do is flutter your pretty eyelashes at him and he folds instantly.

And he's scared, he's terrified of the thought that you'll figure out he's not his brother and leave him. But you have to listen to him, alright? That frat wouldn't be good to you. He'll treat you like he does with any other girl, give you attention for a few days and then leave you for the next person that throws themselves at him.

You're too good for that dickhead.

So.. Give nerd!jo a change instead? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ I mean, what else can he say?

But you want him! The dude that's in front of you right now. How many hints do you have to give him to understand? I mean, heck, you're even wearing skirts for him now, a hand over his and dragging it under the thin fabric so he could feel your skin and how hot and bothered you were for him.

You smile so much that your face muscles are starting to hurt. Until when do you have to give him those puppy eyes so he could understand that you want him?

He's not stupid, he's very aware of your intentions and how you can't wait to get your hands on him. It's just that.. he's waiting. For what? Dunno. Perhaps a sign from the universe that you won't run away with his brother the moment you see him? Or maybe he's waiting for the day you yell in his face that you can't live without him?

Well, that day came sooner than he thought it would. And he did not expect you to take matters into your own hands.

I mean, when you asked him to tutor you, he actually came prepared to do just that. Books and notes in his hands, already reviewed by him before he came to your place to make sure he won't make a mistake. So, when you opened that door, he didn't expect to be dragged violently inside your flat, pushing him against the wall, your hands tugging at his clothes and spitting words between your teeth. "I'll ride you till your dick falls off." you threatened him, and all he did was to gulp. Taken aback by your forward attitude.

But he didn't complain. In fact, he was more eager about this than you were Letting you do whatever you wanted, you could practically see hearts in his eyes as you took his clothes off him, almost tearing them off with your teeth at how inpatient you were. So, when you pushed him on your bed and jumped on top of him, he couldn't take his hands off you.

You said you'd ride him, yet look at the outcome. He switched the roles effortlessly. Flipping you over, now laying on your back, and him eyeing you up and down. Holding his painfully hard cock in his hand, and rubbing the mushroomy head between your holds.

His eyes never left yours as he slowly pushed his shaft inside you, drinking in every single expression that you showed. Your soft gasps do nothing but put more fuel on the fire.

You must be tired of him, huh? To think you dragged him into bed and prove that it's him that you want.

And he's not even going to lie when he says this, but he can't get enough of it. Your pussy, sucking him right in, greedily holding into him like your life depends on it. Your walls are melting him, and he's losing his damn mind.

He swears to do better in the future. Like, he's not joking when he says he's obsessed with the way you moan his name. If he doesn't hear your voice from now on he thinks he might die.

And he was true to his words. Because after that day he was practically glued to you. Showing himself in places he's scared of just to prove to you that he has it in him. So what if that brother of his sees this? You're his, you chose him. Not some random frat boy that would probably not even call you the next day.

He said that he's not a pussy anymore, that he's proud of himself for making you fall for him. Yet when you came to him a few days later, with a big smile on your face and telling him about how you saw "him" at the mall the previous day, his heart dropped.

"You look good without your glasses." you said, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "And that compress shirt, did you start working out?" he hates this. That sweet smile of yours, looking at him with innocent eyes while talking about another man. "Why don't you come over later? I want to see those muscles of yourself myself." one of your fingers was tracing imaginary muscles on his body. Trying to visualize his big beefy arms that he managed to get in such a short amount of time.

"I-" he gulped, sweating in his seat at the scene he created. This wouldn't have happened if he didn't lie to you, yet he can't accept the fact that this is all his fault. "I don't think I can." he looked away, trying to hide his guilt from you. "I have work to do."

"What a bummer." you pouted. "There's always another time." you patted his thigh. "Good luck with your work. I'm rooting for you." he can't even look you in the eyes.

What should he do? He knows this is entirely his fault, yet he can't accept all the blame. He has to put some onto you too, because how could you be so stupid and not notice that the frat wasn't him? The nerd isn't loud, he's not flashy, he likes more quiet places, far away from people.

The frat on the other hand? He loved the attention. He needs everyone's eyes to be on him when he enters a room. He can't live without girls throwing themselves at him. You probably did that too, no? You went to him when you were at that party, smiled at the frat the way you do with the nerd. And jumped into his bed.

Or.. there's always the possibility that you caught his brother's attention. I mean, shit, you have the nerd wrapped around your finger, so he wouldn't be surprised if the frat is just as mesmerized by you the way he is.

What should he do? He can't just confess that it's not him that you met at that frat party. You'll leave him. Probably. I mean, why wouldn't you? He lied to you, manipulated you just the way he wanted to get you. And now that he has you, or at least he likes to think so, he can't live without you.

And what's worse? His brother came to him, asking him about that "lil' girlfriend" of his.

"She's pretty." the frat said, a smile on his face as he noticed right away how the nerd tensed. "She doesn't know about me, huh?" no matter what the more popular twin was doing, and his questionable way of living his life, he wasn't stupid. He had a head on his shoulders and he was using it only for bad stuff, because life is too short to worry about unnecessary things.

The nerd kept quiet, not wanting to give into the frat's bullying.

"What's her name?" the nerd had his mouth shut, refusing to answer his brother. "You either tell me or I'll find out myself." the nerd sighed.

"We're not together." the nerd finally said something, making his brother laugh.

"After everything I heard about you two?" yes, you're still not together. "Poor girl. She needs someone who knows what he wants, not some indecisive nerd." why was the frat talking as if he wasn't the same as his brother?

"So? Do you want her or what?" the nerd's eyes were piercing through his twin.

Want her? Hmm.. Well, the frat didn't think about this before. I mean, sure, you were cute. The way you came to him while he was out with his friends, softly grabbing at his bicep and smiling like he was your lover. You showered him with this type of kindness, something way too domestic in your voice as you asked him how he was doing, listening to his words carefully and trying to ignore the thugs he was hanging out with. Then you excused yourself, telling him to take care of himself and be careful while he's out, as if you were worried of his friends. And when you left, perfume lingering behind you, like a trail as if it was for him to find you.

It was obvious from that one interaction that his brother didn't warn you about him. So, of course he was interested in this girl that he didn't know, since you were involved with his brother.

So, why was the nerd looking at him like that? He was interested in how his twin is doing, that's all. Yet the guy is looking at him like he killed somebody.

"Dunno." the frat shrugged. "Do I?" he could see the nerd's veins about to pop.

Oh, this was fun.

The frat wasn't going to do anything, obviously. He was just saying that to get on his brother's nerves. But then he saw you with him around the campus, a hand wrapped around his twin's arm the same way you did with him, and looking at the nerd the same exact way you looked at him. Laughing with your whole heart at whatever the man next to you was saying, and paying no attention to who ever was around you, as if you two were the only people in the world.

Somehow, he doesn't like the sight.

So, he waited. He followed the two of you until his twin had to go somewhere else, leaving poor little you all alone.

"Hey." the frat said, placing a hand on your shoulder to grab your attention, your whole face lightning up when you saw him.

"I thought you went to class." you said, wrapping your arms around his bicep. "Your hands feel different." maybe it was because he was wearing a tight tshirt, making his arms pop up like he was trying to flex his physique.

"You think?" the frat asked, his blue eyes on you and how you let him guide you to wherever he wanted.

"Where are your glasses? You're sure you can see?" oh, you look up at him so sweetly. He doesn't even remember the last time a girl looked at him without lust in their eyes.

"You think I'm blind or something?" well, it's not like his brother has the best vision in the world to begin with.. but who's to blame when he's either with his eyes in a book or on a monitor.

"You wear them all the time, so I thought you can't see without them." who knows. "I like your eyes." you confessed. "They're pretty."

"Mhmm.." he hummed. "You're not wrong."

"I can see your face better like this." you can't look away from him. "It's a shame you're still not done with that project of yours. I would have loved if you could stay over the night at my place." should he? I mean, his brother was busy. But he on the other hand.. he was pretty free.

"Yeah, it's a shame." he looked away. "Anyway." he said. "I'll go now, make sure to go to your classes, alright? Don't skip them." dunno why he's acting as if he's not skipping classes right now. I guess you're a good girl in his eyes, and he'd like if you could remain that way. Be better than him.

"Alright." you didn't even argue with him. "Take care." you said as you left him alone, going your own way without a single worry or thought about what he'll do.

The nerd really doesn't plan on telling you about the frat, huh? What is he worried about? It's not like he had this problem in the past, so why now? Well, guess that he has to teach the nerd a lesson, then. Don't hide girls from your brother or else he'll take them away.

And the frat was true to his words. Appearing more and more around the campus and parading you around, a hand wrapped around your shoulder while walking you to your next class. Making the nerd turn red with anger.

But nerd!jo didn't take this lightly either. Wasting no time and dragging you somewhere more private, well, sometimes. Because most of the time he would do as he pleases wherever he wanted. Fingering you under the table in public spaces, in a corner of the room where he knew people wouldn't look. Or eating you out in the library behind some shelves, having absolutely no shame or caring about who might walk on you two.

But there are times where the frat would push too far, hands traveling way too low and grabbing parts of your body he shouldn't. And the nerd sees it all.

That's how he ends up fucking you in a private study room, bending you over the table and pushing his cock into you from behind. Big hand over your mouth, keeping your voice muffled as he kept fucking his frustration into you.

It's all his fault. This is all happening because he can't tell you about that stupid brother of his. And what if he does now? You're way too familiar with the frat not to leave him.

You like the frat, don't you? You always talk about his body, and laugh at his jokes like you're trying to fuck him too.

Is one dick not enough? You want two now? Is that what you want? One fucking you from behind, like this, while the other fucks your mouth.

Ugh.. he's playing with his own feelings.

However, this does give him some ideas. And so, he inserted two of his fingers into your mouth. "Suck on them." show him if you can take two cocks at the same time, and he might make your fantasies come true.

And, you listen to him. Taking his fingers in and sucking on them softly, almost choking when he pushed them deeper down your throat.

You had to take more than that if you want to fuck both of the Gojo twins at the same time. Some kitty licks won't be enough to satisfy either him or his brother, but it's alright. He'll teach you. And who knows, maybe by the end of the week you'll be able to give head like a pro. Just don't show your skills off to other fuckers later on or he'll crash out.

Sharing with his brother was one thing. But some dude he doesn't even know? His blood is boiling just thinking about it.

It's alright. You won't leave. He won't let you. Because if you do, he'll pretend to be his brother just to get you back. And if somehow you leave his brother as well, he'll pull out a third sibling from up his ass and pretend to be this inexistent triplet.

You're right where you want to be, right? You got too used to his dick to just leave. Who's going to fill you up the way he does? Who's going to hit the deepest parts of your pussy? Hmm? You're drooling all over his cock and fingers, you must feel really good, huh?

"You can take more, right?" he asked, hips grinding into you, his cock leaving nothing untouched and making your walls clench around him at the sensation. "One cock is not enough, is it?" you can't even hear him in that moment. "You think you can fit two into this greedy hole of yours?"

He can already imagine. You, spread on the sheets, in a much fucked up state, with two hard cocks drilling into your pussy at the same time.

He doesn't even know why he was so against this idea at first. Now he can't help but want that to happen.

But he'll have to tell you about his brother first, no?

Or.. he can just leave it to the fate.

I mean, you're a smart girl. That's exactly why he likes you. You're not dumb, you have a talent for figuring everything out all on your own. So why shouldn't he let you figure this one as well? Play detectives if you want.

He should tell the frat to keep his mouth shut then. Not a single word or hint given unless you call them out yourself.

Oh, this is going to be so fun.

But to his surprise, and disappointment. You're still as clueless as ever. They showed up minutes apart in front of you, wearing completely different clothes and acting the total opposite and you still haven't figured it out.

But your eyes started to wonder. Perhaps you're catching up on it.

One was much muscular than the other, showing off his body so everybody could lust over him. While the other likes to keep to himself.

You noticed the change, obviously. But you like to think that he has split personality or something. I mean, he did this in the past, so you wouldn't be surprised.

He wants you, now he doesn't. One moment he acts like he's blind, then suddenly he got 20/20 vision.

He's not necessarily the sanest person ever, but it's alright. I mean, shit. You must be more insane than he is for putting up with his attitude. And, once again, it's alright. It's not like it's that bad yet, so you're willing to turn a blind eye on the situation.

You like him and that's it. You're just going to wait for this crush of yours to fade and then leave, find someone better who's not going to treat you the way he is.

But right now, you're not entirely sure you understand what's going on anymore. Because, you see, you ended up at another frat party. Well, your friends dragged you there, and you, just like before. Ended up in the same situation.

Grinding on the white haired man, his hands on your ass while you were trying your best not to take his cock out and ride him.

"This place is too loud." the man said, making you nod. "Let's get out of here." and you ended up in his car, in some empty parking lot, fucking him in the backseat like never before.

There's something different about him, and you can't figure out what it was.

His arms feels different. The way they're wrapped around you, fucking into you from behind like you're a toy.

His attitude is different, the way he fucks his cock into your warm hole with such precision, sliding in and out with a force you never saw from him before. "Is this all you can take?" he laughed in your ear, as if he wasn't aware of your limit.

"Mhmm." you murmured something, making him sigh and flip you around.

He was laying down now, with you on top of him. His arms wrapped around you and keeping your chest pressed right against his. His hips moving upwards, fucking you so effortlessly. "You'll learn how to take more, won't you?" something in his voice sounded so foreign. "You're a smart girl, after all. You'll figure it out." that, again.

What's with him and this constant need to make you take more? "You'll learn" this, "you'll learn" that. Talking about taking dick like you had nothing better to do. You swear he wasn't like this a while ago. He used to give you space, but now he's overstimulating you until you're crying.

His tongue down your throat in a way that seems so familiar, yet strange. You swear he doesn't usually kiss like this, yet this isn't completely unfamiliar to you.

The way his hands move, rough, groping you in a way he doesn't usually do. And how he's holding you.

Just who was this man? Because he's obviously not your nerd. His eyes have something in them that is so foreign, like this guy you're fucking right now was an impostor.

This didn't make any sense.

You're confused. More than you already are. So now you have no choice but to study the man next to you, figure out just what about him doesn't scream him.

So, here's when you start your investigation. Going to school with nothing but question marks all over your head.

And, this feeling inside you was right. Because something was indeed wrong.

There are times when you're seeing the nerd, the actual nerd. With glasses, oversized clothes and bangs covering his eyes. He'd study, or play on his phone. Then gets all worked up, mixed feelings written all over his face as he drags you to the bathroom and stuffs you full of his cock.

Then, he appears without glasses, wearing clothes that either leaves nothing to the imagination or makes his body look bigger than it already is. And he would be lauder, a hand wrapped around your shoulder as he walks around in circles with you just cuz he can.

And up until now, the fake nerd (frat!jo), wouldn't dare to do anything inappropriately with you, but ever since that incident in his car? Where he fucked you to tears? Oh, now he too is dragging you to a private place just to make out with you. A hand under your jaw as he was eating your mouth until your lips were swollen.

At first you thought it was cute, how he would appear in front of you, obviously out of his comfort zone just to show off. But now you realized that something isn't right.

Just what was going on?

Well, you finally figured out when you saw the two of them together. The man you had a crush on wasn't one individual, but two. Looking absolutely identical, from appearance to voice. And dicks. But lets leave the last part out, because it's not important right now.

You just can't believe this. You've been played for so long.

Up until when were they going to keep this going? Did they think you'd be dumb enough to not notice?

You're hurt. So hurt that you decided to ignore both of those fuckers, to show them that you're not playing. And, you even ended up at one of those frat parties again, hoping to find someone who looks good enough to take home with you. Because if you're remembering correctly, frat!jo's friends didn't look bad, so you might as well hook up with one of them just cuz.

But to no one's surprise. You ended being sandwiched between the two fuckers you wanted to avoid.

"Until when are you going to keep this going, huh?" the frat said, pushing his humongous tits into your face, as if you weren't mad enough.

"How could you not notice this sooner?" the nerd said, getting on your nerves even more. "This is all your fault." his hands traveled on your body as if you were still in good terms.

"Try to see the bright part." what part of being fooled by the guy you thought to be the love of your life is bright? "At least there's two of us." and how is that supposed to make you feel better.

"Didn't you want to fuck us at the same time?" the nerd said, making you scoff at the audacity.

"Me?" you sounded offended. "I trusted you, you piece of shit." you snapped at them. "Do you have any idea what I went through because of you?" of course neither of them does. "Whatever, just leave me alone. I already have my eyes on someone else and I'm leaving with him tonight."

"We actually have a triplet, if two dicks aren't enough for you." you gasped, the nerds words putting more fuel on the fire.

"Are you crazy?" you're about to slap both of them.

"Ugh." the frat moaned. "You look so good when you're mad." you still can't believe you liked one of them, whichever he was.

"I don't know what's wrong with the two of you. But I want you to leave me alone. Alright?" you said, trying to get away from their grip. "I'm tired of this."

"You're here for some dick, right? Why not fucking us, then." and complicate yourself even more? "That pussy must miss having these cocks inside." you'll never forgive yourself for getting played like this.

"You're crazy." insane, better said.

"Come on. Don't act like you didn't miss us." that was inevitable.

"I already fell for your schemes once. What makes you think I'll do the same thing twice in a row?" they laughed.

"Come on, princess. Everybody knows us, there's no way you didn't hear about the Gojo twins." well, you're ignorant. What else can you say?

"Isn't this your fault then? Why are you blaming us when you're stupid?" you gasped.

"Make it up to us." make it up?

"You hurt my ego." what about yours then?

"Come on." frat!jo said, a hand hanging loosely around your shoulders. "Show us how sorry you are." you?

"You pretended not to know, fucked both of us and then you still dare to say it's our fault?" nerd!jo hand went around your hip, sandwiching you between him and his brother once again.

"This must have been your plan, eh? One brother is not enough, you want both." why is he whispering in your ear?

"You can have it." you don't even know how to react anymore.

"You're a big girl." frat!jo's free hand was on your stomach now. "You can take me all the way inside here without a problem." he pointed with his finger somewhere on your clothed belly.

"Aren't you wondering? How it feels to have two cocks inside at the same time?" you don't like how close their faces were to yours.

"One sliding in while the other slides out." you feel smaller than you already are.

"You'd be full at all times. Isn't that good?"

"Your pussy has always been a greedy one, after all." you're seriously speechless. "All warm, and slippery. Always asking for more even tho you keep saying you can't take it anymore."

"You're such a liar, did you know that?" their hands were going up and down your body, groping you shamelessly, forgetting about the fact that you're still in public, in a room full of intoxicating people partying.

"Come on. Say you want it." a hand was dangerously close to the heat between your legs.

"You know you missed it." you can't necessarily argue with that.

"You want that pussy filled, right?"

"You know nobody does it better." ugh..

"Alright." you gave into their advances. "But I don't want to see any of you starting tomorrow." yeah yeah, keep talking. You're stuck with them now.

And so, you were taken somewhere further into the frat house, to a bedroom. The door quickly locks behind you, and your clothes are taken off you.

You're pushed onto the bed, one of the twins quickly making his way between your legs, his mouth making contact with your dripping hole as he starts making out with it, long fingers replacing his tongue and he focused on sucking your pearl instead.

"You must be so tight." the other twin said, making you scoff your nose at the remark. "This happens if no one fucks you on a regular basis."

"And how do you know I haven't fucked anyone these days, huh?" yeah, you came here to get laid, so it's obvious you got over them, or at least you're trying to.

"Like there's someone crazy enough to fuck you when they know you got our marks all over you." right, because the sick fucks lied to you. While you were thinking you're only seeing one, it turns out you were hanging out with both of them.

"You run your mouth too much." the nerd said, raising his head from between your legs. "You really needed some dick, huh?" why else would you be so worked up if no one fucked you properly.

"Is that why you look at me like that?" the frat smirked, as if he didn't love the way you looked at him, all angry, with hatred in your eyes.

You were turned on your side, one of the nerd's hands lifted your thigh just enough so he could have more access to your dripping hole, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside.

You were trying your hardest to not make a sound, refusing to satisfy these two goblins who ruined your peace.

"Open wide." the frat said, his thumb pressed against your lower lip. "Keep looking at me like that and I'll fill every hole of your body with my cum." he threatened, making your eyes move away from his as you opened your mouth.

You could be surprisingly obedient. Which shouldn't even be considered as a new discovery when you used to follow both of them around so blindly. Ah, that's right. You used to look at them with so much love in your eyes, your voice soaked in honey as you talked to them. Delicate touches as if you're afraid to break them, yet still clinging to their side as if you'd die if you don't touch them.

Should they have kept quiet? Would things be different now? Well, whatever. They did let you figure out everything all on your own, so, it's not like you wouldn't have found out about it sooner or later.

Right, because you're so smart, and pretty. Of course they can't lie to you because you would have found out anyway.

This is the outcome of your own actions, so how can you blame them? Nothing of this would have happened if you were stupider.

If only that brain of yours didn't put two on two together.

You could have been fucking only one of them at a time, yet look at this. Fat cocks moving in and out of you as if they're in complete sync, one sliding in while the other slides out, keeping you full at all times. Hitting as deep as they can go and giving you no time to think, touching you all over your body as if they're trying to memorize it. In case you decide to run away again.

You're not stupid enough to do that, are you? Because trust them, they won't take it as lightly as they do now.

Suddenly, without warning, both of them slipped out, finally letting you catch your breath. Or so you thought. Because you woke up in frat!jo's lap, strong hands keeping you in place as he quickly made his way inside your pussy, moving you up and down a few times before he immobilized you.

Nerd!jo positioned himself in front of you, his cock in his hand as he slapped your clit with it.

"It's not going to fit." you whined, figuring out what these two were about to do.

"And who's fault is it?" the nerd said, a hand on your side to stop you from squirming.

"If you were fucked properly everyday, then it would have been a different story." well, it's not your fault that they like to act up.

"She can take it." the man in front of you said, trying to squeeze his way inside your already full pussy.

"Relax." the frat grunted, feeling the way your walls are clenching around him.

"But-" you hiccuped. "It's too much." that's when a pair of lips made contact with yours, a thumb pressed against your clit, drawing circles on the sensitive nerve. There, now. Get used to this first and then they'll give you more.

And, well. It didn't take long for you to come. Shaking as you came down from your high, the frat kept you in place as the nerd tried again to slide in.

"Spread her legs a little more." the nerd order, as if it's going to make a difference.

"How about this?" frat!jo's hands went behind your thighs, lifting them up.

You could feel it, the nerd's cock poking at your entrance, slowly making its way inside and making you hiss. "Shh." the nerd grunted against your neck. "You can do it."

They're so mean, this is too much. Why are they expecting you to take both of them at the same time?

"See? It wasn't that hard." you're not in the mood to argue right now.

"M- move." you tried to say, almost biting your own tongue.

"Like this?" the nerd moved his hips, making your head fall backwards at the sensation. It didn't help the fact that the frat's cock was resting against your cervix either.

You're so going to regret this tomorrow.

But, oh well, you might as well enjoy how quiet they are right now. Focused on how your pussy was clenching, wet and slippery, so warm that it was making their brains melt.

And you said you wanted someone else? To go home with? Tonight, to be more specific. Like heck they'll let you.

"You won't leave after this." the nerd said. "You're stuck with me. You heard that?" oh please make his shut up.

"You?" his twin laughed. "I fuck her better than you." the frat whispered in your ear, making a chill run down your spine.

"Stop fighting." you're so tired of them. If you knew they were this bad together, you would have kept your mouth shut.

"Who's fighting?"

"We're not." them and their constant need to gaslight you.

They should focus on you instead, because you still can't think rationally. And that's not good.

Like their brains were connected, their demeanor changed instantly. Frat!jo moving your hips up and down while the nerd kept bullying his cock inside you. Fucking you properly just the way you deserve. Because you're here for a good fuck after all, no?

So, there. Fill your appetite with their cocks. Because if not them then who? And don't dare to answer that question because you won't make it out of here in one piece.

"You must be so sorry." the nerd grinned. You couldn't even understand what he was saying anymore. The constant stimulation was so good you couldn't even think straight anymore.

"Right?" his twin added. "To leave us alone for so long." the frat bit your neck.

"Apologize." you're so confused.

"Come on." you could feel something pressed against your clit, a long finger massaging it as if this isn't too much already. "Say it."

"Say-" you breathe out. "It?" you repeated whatever the frat said.

"Say you're sorry." oh god, they're so deep you could practically feel them in your throat.

"I'm sorry." you sobbed.

"You won't leave again." you nodded.

"Do we have to repeat everything?" the frat pushed his hips forward in a quick swift motion, making you whine.

"I'm sorry." you repeated without even thinking. "I won't leave." there, was it that hard? "I'll stay."

"Yeah?" their thrusts are so mean.

"Mhmm." you nodded, looking at the man in front of you oh so sweetly, like you used to before you left. "I won't." liar.

"Say it again." so they could use your own words against you later on.

"I'll stay." you sobbed, feeling your orgasm getting close. "I promise I won't leave."

You're not necessarily complaining, since the men are nice to look at. You just don't want to complicate yourself, that's all. You like your life to be quiet, to do whatever you want whenever you want. So you made it clear from the start that you don't want anything besides friendship.

And surprisingly, both of the men agreed with you. Not that you're against it.

So, who are they, the weirdos you managed to friend?

Well, the first one is Toji, a frat boy you met at a party you went to.

Originally, you didn't even wanted to be seen near that frat house. But because a friend of yours started talking to one of the brothers, you had to follow her to that stupid party. And guess what? She lost interest, moving on with her life and finding someone much better than the frat.

But you? Oh, no, you're stuck with Toji.

You tried to make some space between the two of you, you even explained to him the situation. You can't see him anymore because he's in the same frat house as one of your friend's exes. And, well, he did not take that lightly. He terrorized your street for a few days until you texted him back, and now you continue to see him even if you don't go to those parties anymore.

Your friend doesn't mind it, because Toji and her ex weren't even close to begin with. But you still can't help it but have this bitter taste on your tongue whenever you're thinking about it.

Outside all that, he's actually a cool guy. There are definitely a few screws missing up in his head, but it's still all vibes.

He's not making things weird, besides the fact that he's threatening to park his car outside your place and blast music at 2 or 3 in the morning if you ever dare to go no contact. But again, he's not demanding anything from you other than your time and a nice conversation once in a while.

Then, it was Choso, who was a plug. And you didn't know, heck, you actually had no idea what he was doing outside of school.

I mean, you sat next to him in class one time, and he noticed one of the keychains you had attached to your bag. That's how you become friends, over shared interests and hobbies.

He was so normal, he sounded normal. He doesn't necessarily look normal, but this place is full of weirdos so it's not like he looks that out of place to begin with. So you never imagined that he was doing whatever the heck he's doing. Shit, you would have never found out if it wasn't for the fact that somebody around you bought something from him once.

And you confronted him about it, because obviously. You had questions and you needed answers.

He wasn't sorry, he didn't apologize, especially for the fact that he didn't even lie to you. He never lied, he wasn't even hiding. In fact, he told you numerous times that he had business to take care of and you turned a blind eye on him and his words.

But he did understand if you wanted to go no contact with him. I mean, you were nothing like him, and that's what he liked about you. The fact that for once, he could talk to someone and make him feel like he's part of the team. He'll be sad if you stop talking to him, obviously. But once again, he understands it. He understands you. And he wishes you nothing but the best.

But to his surprise, you kept going back to him. Having normal conversations like you usually do, and acting like nothing happened.

So, he stayed. I mean, if you wanted him, then why would he pass on this opportunity?

And here you are now, keeping your lips shut so people won't know you talk to them. So you won't get categorized in the same box as them.

It's fun tho. Sometimes you sneak out the house in the middle of the night to meet with one of them, then the next morning you see the other. And so and so on.

But what you're mostly happy about is the fact that they don't know each other. Or so you hope.

Maybe they'll meet at some point, I mean, it was inevitable. You go to the same school, you hang out around the same places. And knowing the frat Toji is part of, he might have brought a few things from Choso a few times.

You're just praying your worries won't come true. Because you already got threatened that if you're seen around any guys it won't end up well.

"What are you thinking about?" a voice got you out of your thoughts. Suddenly remember you were in Toji's car.

He called you in the middle of the night to come outside, like you're one of his hoes. And you went, because why not.

"Life's been rather strange since we met. Don't you think?" you said, hoping that he doesn't know about the other man you're talking to.

"That's so?" maybe it's all in your head. "I didn't notice."

"Well, for me at least." you confessed, and right in that moment you got a text from Choso, making your phone ring the notification sound while your screen flashed brightly.

"Who is it?" the man next to you asked, his green eyes piercing through you.

"A friend." you said, not even checking the text to see what's about.

"And what do they want at this hour?" why is he so interested in your personal life, you have no idea. But you're not going to argue with Toji, especially at this late hour. So you just kept your mouth shut.

"I don't know." you feel like you're two timing them, and you're not even together. "I'll check it tomorrow."

You managed to get home sooner than later, going straight to sleep and forgetting about your problems.

The next day tho? You're with Choso the whole time. Not that you discussed this earlier, or had plans. It was pure coincidence that you bumped into each other. And you stayed together because why not, it was fun.

But just as you were enjoying your evening, your phone suddenly got bombarded with texts, and from none other than Toji.

At first, when you saw those texts, you were actually scared that he was near you. Then again, you don't know why you feel like this since you're not in a relationship with neither of them.

"Are you alright?" Choso asked, noticing right away the look on your face.

"Ah? Yes." you said, trying to think of an explanation where you don't sound crazy.

"Did something happen?"

"It's- um.." what should you say? It's not like Choso was the one threatening you, it was the other madman. "Well.. I'm friends with- this.. person."

"Hm?" just looking at the man next to you makes you feel guilty.

"I'm friends with this guy, and he told me that if he sees me around guys it won't end well." you confessed, looking at Choso and hoping he doesn't find this weird. Or at least that he doesn't feel threatened by some random dude he doesn't even know.

"And?" he asks as if it's nothing.

"Well, I thought he was somewhere around since he keeps texting me. But I don't think so."

"Do you own him money?" what? You genuinely look confused.

"No? Why would I?"

"I don't understand why you're scared of him if there's nothing going on between the two of you." neither do you, if you're being honest.

"My friend used to date someone from his frat house, and when they broke up I told him that we can't hang out anymore. And then he terrorized everyone on my street until I replied back to his texts." you tried to laugh it off as a joke. "Crazy, isn't it?"

"Seems reasonable to me." oh god, another madman. "Is there anyone else I should be aware of? Any more guy friends, or anything?" you didn't like the way he phrased his words. Seriously this guy was no better than Toji.

"No. It's just you and him. I don't talk to anyone besides you two."

"I see." you know you said you didn't want to scare Choso off, but now you're actually starting to be aware of him too. "I'm not scared of him, I can fight." now why in the world would he say that?

"Please don't." you should have went no contact the first chance you got, with both of the men.

What did you got yourself into? After you told Choso about "the other man" something about him changed drastically. He's still easy to talk to and joke around like always. You actually feel more relaxed around him than before. But it's his demeanor, the way he looks at you, the tone of his voice changed.

He's sitting closer now. Much more aware of his surroundings, trying to shield you from anybody that looks suspicious to him. Like he actually expects to fight that so called friend of yours.

Good thing that Toji doesn't know, at least. And god forbid he knows because it won't end well.

But wait, why are you blaming yourself? It's not your fault!

First of all, why the heck is that guy threatening you? What if you start to do the same? But it's not like you actually care about who he hangs out with.. But maybe you should try?

And so you did, next time you saw Toji you shoved his ass into a corner and trapped him against the wall.

"Listen here." you said, clearly mad at him. "I'm tired of listening to you." he was quiet, looking down at your smaller form as he accepted whatever you prepared for him. "I want to make friends and I don't want to live in fear. But more importantly, I don't want them to fear that you'll appear out of nowhere and pick on them."

"So?" so? Fuck does he mean?

"I'm telling you, stop threatening me that you'll beat every guy I talk to." you slapped your hand against the walls, trying to assert dominance. To show him that you're not playing.

"You found someone or what?" his nonchalant expression gets on your nerves.

"It's none of your business." oh, so you did?

"Make sure to hide him well." does he even listen to you?

"What if I do the same, huh? What if I threatened you that I'll jump the next bitch you talk to?"

"You'd do that for me? Aww, I didn't think you had it in you."

"Toji, I'm serious!" you almost yelled at him.

"So am I."

"Just because I want to talk to someone else doesn't mean that I won't talk to you. Heck, I'll probably drag your ass with me even after I get married."

"So you're saying that I'm the side piece?" does that actually matter?

"I'm saying, no matter who I talk to, I'll still come back to you. So let me make some friends." you can try, who's stopping you? It's not like he knows everything you do or something.

"So, you're doing all this because of some nerd you talk to?" he knows? Damn, you're screwed.

"And? What are you going to do?" no, actually, you take your words back.

"Wanna see?" he asked with a grin on his face, making your eyes move to the scar he had at the end of his lips.

"I'm serious. I won't forgive you if you dare to do something stupid." but he's getting all this attention from you. Shouldn't he do something about it?

"I'm not entirely sure yet."

"We talk about movies and other shows we both watch. Last time I told you about my favorite movie you laughed at me." he probably did so, if you're calling him out on it.

"And?"

"And what?"

"So nothing else happened?" why is he asking as if he doesn't know.

"We share some classes together, that's all." ah, well, guess you can keep your little friend then.

"Don't get too close." at least you know you won't have to worry about Toji anymore.

But just because you managed to talk to one of them, that doesn't mean the other would take it lightly.

Because all Choso sees in this situation is the fact that the other dude is not seeing him as a serious threat. I mean, hello? He was here, next to you, talking, laughing, getting to know you on a deeper level.

And even you don't seem to take this seriously. So, he plans on changing that.

It started small. Touches that linger a little too long, stare into each other's eyes like you're trying to get lost in it. Nicknames and other pet names, pronounced in a sweet voice that makes everyone around you think there's something going on between the two of you.

Then he went further. Asking you out, to go places both of you wanted to see, masking it as a friendly hang out when he knew damn well there was nothing friendly about his intentions.

Even your friends know about him now, mostly because you hang out around each other so much these days that more and more people are seeing you together. And he hopes, no, he prays your other man hears about it.

Oh, he heard. Toji knows about it, he's aware of it. But thinks nothing of it. Because you made it clear you have no hidden intentions with that little friend of yours. I mean, he knows you. And he knows how much you hate to get involved with a man that way. He's just waiting for the day your boy toy tries to do a move on you and ends up being blocked.

But will you block Choso if he ever tries something funny? Well, you're not entirely sure about it. You kinda like the thought of it, if we're being honest.

The man looks a certain way that makes your mind go places, tired. You can see it on his face, the way his body looks so heavy. Plus, with the way he's been acting lately, you actually want to see how further he'll go.

And trust him, he'll go as far as you let him. He's just not sure if he should do that step yet, so he's waiting for you to give him a sign, or, take the matters into your own hands.

But, well, you're not entirely sure either. You're still scared of the thought of complicating yourself with a guy. Relationships sound so awful, that the thought of being tied to someone makes you take a step back. And perhaps both of the men noticed. Because every time something happens, in the heat of a moment where you know something could escalate, you always back away.

It's scary, to think about relying on someone. To obsess over someone else's well being.

Couldn't be you.

And now, if you pause everything and think about your current situation. Maybe you should set some boundaries between you and those two. Because you let them do whatever they want and look where it took you.

One acting like your guard dog while the other is trying to poke the beast.

But Choso saw this coming, because you already did this several times. Whenever everything gets too good, or whenever you become too comfortable with him, you always find a way to put space between the two of you.

So, here he was now, promising you that nothing will happen. And if anything happens, he will not get the wrong idea. Because he too doesn't want to be in a relationship. And you believed him.

Or did you?

You could see through his lies, the fire in his eyes. How his hands got way too comfortable being on you, your body heat mixing with his as he leans more and more in. He always lies. He always promises you things he knows he can't do. And you want to believe him. Why? You're not entirely sure either.

You just want to believe him, you hope that he actually understands your point of view.

But he lies, again and again, that he does understand you. That he gets it. That is normal to be scared. And there's nothing to be ashamed of. He's always saying that while getting even closer, invading your personal space more and more. To the point where you're used to it.

He's doing this because he wants something from you, right? And, well, you don't necessarily mind it as long as he's saying what you want to hear. So later on you can blame it on him. Because why would he agree with you if he's actually not on the same page as you?

But, oh well. You don't mind turning a blind eye on things once in a while. If it means that for once you can follow someone else's lead.

And you did, you followed him so blindly that here you are now. Him, sweet talking you, whispering things in your ear that for once, you actually believe he's saying the truth.

When did everything become so complicated? And why do you enjoy the way he seems so desperate about you?

Ah well, I'm sure nobody would mind you doing something stupid. It happens, it's part of the experience, you know?

Still, you didn't expect that going to his apartment for the first time would be a part of the experience.

It was all fun at first, knocking on his door, and him letting you in. Chilling on the couch, talking, laughing, joking around like always. And then somehow you ended up on his bed after the conversation shifted.

Both of you were surprised, nobody expected this. But since you're already here, doing whatever the heck you were doing, you can't really complain.

He had you trapped in his arms, your legs spread around him while his lips were on yours. It started slow at first, then as both of you grew impatient, the kisses became more and more aggressive.

His mouth traveled lower and lower, to your neck. Leaving kisses on every place he touched as he went further down. Then, when he finally reached your throat, he bit into it, making you hiss as he left marks all over your exposed shoulder.

His hand went under your shirt, dragging it up to your chest and grabbing your breasts, playing with it as he kept sucking on your skin, leaving some big red marks on your neck in places everybody can see.

"Cho." you whined, your hands going through his hair. "I wanna do that too." for someone who's so afraid to commit, you clearly know where to hit him.

He took his shirt off with a single smooth movement, giving you as much access as you want.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him on the bed. This time you were on top of him, moving your lips on his body however you please.

And he stood there, letting you sink your teeth into his skin and mark him just the way he did to you. "Am I doing it right?" you asked after you left a hickey on his chest.

"Harder." he said out of breath.

"Won't it hurt?" that should be your last concern.

"Just do it." and so you did. You sucked on his skin harder, leaving marks that will probably stay there for a few days.

His hands, just like before, and just the way he always does. Went on you, traveling under your clothes so he could feel you better. He wanted to take them off, to see you in your full glory. But he can't. He's already holding back so much, because he doesn't want to scare you.

You're curious, you want to experience things just the way everybody else does. And he will show you everything you want to see, but one at a time. Because if he goes any further now he knows he'll fuck up everything, and he doesn't think he'll be able to live after that.

What if you realize how much of a freak he is? Will you stop talking to him if he shows you the real him?

But jokes on him, because you already know how much of a weirdo he is. You're just waiting for the day he finally admits it.

Maybe you're the bigger problem here, not the guy that's under you, how's biting his lips so hard they're about to bleed. Because who in their right minds marks their initials on someone else and still says there's nothing going on between the two of you?

"Are you alright?" you looked at him with big doe eyes, actually concerned that you might have done something wrong.

"Yeah." he's so turned on right now. He feels like he might bust at any moment.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. Looking in each other's eyes but saying absolutely nothing. You're still on top of him, your ass sitting comfortably on his boner while he's trying so hard to get his hands away from you.

So, what now? Will you continue? Will you stop? You didn't think about this before, but now that you do, you really don't know what's going to happen next. What will become of the two of you? You really don't think you're ready for a relationship at the moment.

He noticed the look on your face, he's way too familiar with that expression not to. And he knows you finally understand what's going on.

"We both wanted this, right?" he asked, making you nod right away. "Then that's it. It's just something we wanted and nothing more." oh, that's an option. "Have you done this before?" you shake your head. Shit, he doesn't think he's ever been this hard before. "How was it?" he really hopes he didn't scare you.

"Well.." you certainly had fun. "It was something."

"Do you want to do this again?" please say yes, because if you say no he'll think he's the problem.

"Sure." phew. "Now?" like right now? No, he doesn't think he can do it right now. If he kisses you again he'll want more, and he doesn't think he can afford that at the moment.

"Not now." oh, the disappointed look on your face. "Another time?"

"When?" you look so eager about this.

"Whenever you want." he's saying this because you're stuck with him. He refuses to leave after everything that happened today.

"Alright."

You know how to play with someone's feelings, don't you? You might be a bigger player than you thought you were. Because look at you, going to your other man right after that.

But again, it's not really your fault, is it?

I mean, they both want to be around you. And it just happened that you have time for both of them. So, when Toji called you in the middle of the night, of course you ran outside to see the man.

You jumped into his car, like always, and he, just like any time before, drove somewhere else so you can both talk. This time, however, he didn't drive to your usual spot, no, instead he got to a more quiet place, a parking lot with almost no lights or cars, in a really quiet area of the town.

"Say." he said, looking at you with an expression you never saw before. "How are things with your little boy toy?" you're already shaking in your boots.

"Same old, same old." you tried to avoid his gaze.

He hummed something barely audible, his eyes traveling all over your body to see if anything changed. If there's more to see than just that stupid hickey.

"How you got that?" he asked, pointing at your neck.

Is that why he called you today? Because he knows about what you've been doing lately?

"I got curious." you answered.

"Curious, huh?" does he not believe you?

"I have no reason to lie." you said, finally facing him. "But, Toji.." were you going to confront him about his behavior? Well, yes. Because you're grown, and don't need some guy barking at people to leave you alone. "It's none of your business what I do." he knows that. That's why he's been threatening you. So you would be aware of him and his intentions.

"So, what did you do? Are you together or something?" he'll back away respectfully if you got a man, but will probably come back the moment you text him.

"No. Why would I?" ah, how could he forget you and your severe trust issues? He has more chances of growing old with you in a house full of kids and grandkids as 'friends' than he has as lovers.

"I never thought you had it in you to hook up with somebody." he laughed, way too dry to be a joke. But please don't take his words seriously.

"We didn't." so, you didn't do anything and still end up with that ugly mark on your neck? "Can I be honest with you? But please hold my hand and don't laugh at me." you suddenly got all shy, looking at him for a second before moving your eyes on something else. "We just kissed.." you can feel yourself getting hotter, your face is practically burning. "But please don't tell anyone about this. It's the first time I've done something like this, and I don't want people to laugh at me." girl, you're cool. He's the one who should be laughed at for the fact that he jumped to conclusions so easily.

"Nothing more?" his voice sounded so cold.

"Nope." you shake your head.

"How was it?" he doesn't want to hear about you and somebody else, but at the same time he needs to know what that guy did. Just so he can figure out how dangerous he is.

"Well.. fun, I guess." fun, huh? "He said that we can do it again without making it weird. Since we both wanted it." oh, he is dangerous. Whoever your boy toy is, he knows how to sweet talk you. Clearly no beginner.

"And will you?"

You bite your lower lip, trying to hide whatever emotions you were feeling at the moment. "Probably." you replied, playing with your fingers.

"Just with him? Won't he get the wrong idea if you keep it exclusive?" he's really trying his luck here isn't he?

"Hmm.." you thought for a moment. "Is that so?" well, you did see a chance lately. But didn't Choso say he feels the same as you? So, again, you can't blame yourself when he keeps lying about stuff.

"Uh-huh." Toji nodded. "Men get the wrong idea all the time."

"You're a man." you pointed out.

"I know what I said." this guy is getting on your nerves. "So.. shouldn't you try things out with other people?"

"But I'm afraid of taking things too far." seriously, he doesn't understand where these things keep coming from. Even he doesn't have the type of issues you have. And he's saying this as someone with hella a lot of unresolved problems.

"We don't have to." we? Who said something about we? "Aren't you curious about how others kiss?" now, he's getting way too close to you.

"Is kissing really that different?" oh, you really are easy to fool. Don't you?

"Oh, definitely. There are so many ways." and he'll show you everything he knows, you just have to let him. "Just stay put, alright? I'll do everything." now he's really pushing it.

"Alright." you accepted this so easily.

And here you were a few moments later, with his tongue down your throat, still in your seat while he leaned over you.

This was nothing like you experienced before. The way he was guiding you, letting you do absolutely nothing. And even if you try, he'd stop, look at you right in the eyes and tell you to behave before starting over like nothing happened.

Your nails were digging into his bicep, leaving marks on his skin. While one of his hands moved down your body, from your breasts, which he could help but grab, to your hips, then going lower and lower until he got in between your legs.

You stopped, pushing him just enough so his lips weren't on yours anymore. "I don't know.." you said, afraid of what might happen.

"Relax, I told you nothing will happen." I dunno.. "Just my fingers, alright? Nothing more." yet this is going way further than you expected. "It'll feel good." that still doesn't change the fact that it's scary. "I want to do everything your toy boy didn't." suddenly, you had a realization. And you finally understood the look on his face, this was jealousy.

"Okay." you should have some faith in him. He might be crazy, but you know he wouldn't go that far. He never went further than what you allowed.

So you went back to your previous activity. His lips back on yours, while his hand slowly got in your pants.

He rubbed your pussy through your panties, just to see how wet you were. You could feel his smile on your lips, and for some reasons, you didn't like it. You could feel his ego growing bigger than it already is with each second that passes, and it makes you reconsider this whole event.

"You're this wet from just kissing?" he asked, amusement could be heard in his voice.

"And? Is that a problem?" you're lucky you can't see his face clearly because of how low illuminated this place was, because you would have punched him.

"I'm just saying." he kissed you before moving your panties to the side. "I want to see it myself, the mess I made." he rubbed your clit with one finger before moving lower to your dripping hole.

Slowly, he moved his middle finger inside of you while still kissing you, giving you something to occupy your mind with while he works your pussy open.

You sucked him right in, and he couldn't help but groan. How will you react if he suddenly tells you to get in the back because he wants to eat you out? No, he can't just yet. He has to earn your trust, and he will. Because he took it as a personal goal to get a taste of your pussy before anyone else can.

But now, let's focus on what he has.

"Take them off." his voice sounded lower than usual. "Your pants." you could feel his eyes on you and it was making you feel embarrassed.

"Alright.." you did as he said, and he wasted no time jumping back on you.

This time, he managed to slip two fingers inside your hot hole, and he couldn't help but move them right away. Going as deep as he could and hitting that one deep spot in one go. You gasped, because you had no idea that was possible. Just how long were his fingers? Now you can't help but think about it.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, keeping him close to you as he bullied your poor pussy. "Toji." you cried his name, making him smack his lips against yours.

See, he told you he'll make you feel better. Didn't he? This isn't scary, it's totally normal. Your body wants it. And he's just giving you what you want, what you need. Crying is normal, moaning his name is something that comes naturally. So don't be scared. He's here for you, at least for the moment.

He didn't give you a moment to think, he just bullied your insides even more and more as he showed you tricks you had no idea existed. Curling his fingers and touching places that got you flinching and throwing your head back.

You couldn't take this anymore, so you bite down onto his neck. Hard, not as hard as you can but still hard enough to leave a deep mark. He grunted, your action making him stop in place for a moment before his palm made contact with your clit, rubbing it as he continued his movement inside you.

You sucked and bit into his skin, leaving some marks that were not going to fade easily. And, surprisingly, contrary to his moral code, he lets you do so.

I mean, you surprised him. He never imagined you'll be this possessive. He thought you'll just cry there, pretty, and beg him to tell you what to do, how to react.

But again, he's pretty sure he told you how easy he is. All you have to do is ask for something and he'll do it. Or just do whatever you want to him because he accepts it.

"It's too much." you whined, feeling too overwhelmed by whatever was going on inside you.

"You can take it." your pleas went to deaf ears.

He wanted to see your sweet release, you going through that high. And he wanted you to understand that he made you feel that way. So whenever you're feeling horny, you have to come back to him so he can make it all better.

His lips were on yours again, because he can't stay away from them. His tongue in your mouth, fighting yours as he was putting more and more pressure on your clit. If you don't remember him after tonight it means he didn't do a good job. But he doubts that would happen because of the way he got you shaking. Your walls squeezing his fingers so good, he wishes it was his dick instead. And you moaning into his mouth as you close your eyes shut.

He lets you ride your high on him. Only getting his hand away from between your legs when you finally come back to your senses.

"Here." he handed you some wipes.

"Ah.. thanks." you said out of breath. He turned on the light inside his car, looking at you and your tired form who was still getting dressed without a shame. "Look away." you told him.

"It's nothing I haven't seen." seriously, this guy.

"I'm embarrassed." fine, whatever. His eyes moved on the mirror that was placed on his visor, looking at the mark you left him.

"You really don't hold back." he's the one to talk.

"Sorry." you apologized, shifting in your seat after you got your clothes in place. "Cho kept telling me to bite harder. So I didn't realize I did it to you too." Cho? Now who the fuck? "Um.. my boy toy." you corrected yourself.

Your boy toy.. Now he really have to look into who this 'Cho' of yours is.

And, well. Your days aren't any better than how they used to be. In fact, it seems to get worse every single day.

Because now, your 'boy toy' and 'the other man' are fighting with each other. Both of them having a point to prove. But not necessarily to you, it was more for the other. To prove who is the main bitch and who was the side.

Wouldn't it be funny now if a third man appeared? Because you better believe they would team up just to drive the third away. Only to go back at each other's throats the moment they get rid of the unwanted guest.

"You haven't replied to my texts." you heard a familiar voice behind you after you claimed a seat for your next class.

"Cho." you said, turning around to see the same familiar dark eyes on you. "I'm sorry, I had a project I totally forgot about and had to finish it. If it makes it better, I haven't replied to anyone's texts."

"I see." he sat down next to you. "I thought it was something else."

"Something else? Like what?" you don't want to know what's going through his head, trust him.

"Well.. I thought you got tired of me, and went to your other man." other man? I swear, what's with these guys and their need to bring your friends up.

"Hm? Oh no, I'll always come to talk to you."

"I'm more fun than him, right?" you're having flashbacks of Toji threatening you about your boy toy again.

"Toji? He's cool. Don't worry about him." Toji huh? It's good to have a name. Now he knows who to look for.

"More than me?"

"You're both cool." that's not what he wants to hear.

"Do you have time later?" he can prove to you that he's better. "Want to come back to my place?"

And you did. Like an idiot, you went back to his place only to end in the same situation as previously. This time in a much more promiscuous position than before.

Clothes off, all of them. His, yours, both of you were naked. Back on his bed, same as before.

He had you caged in his arms, your legs around him as his lips couldn't leave yours. He was so careful with his kisses, because again, he was afraid to scare you off.

And you noticed it, the way his hands are shaking. The way he keeps gulping and giving you space every time his body gets too close to yours, as if he isn't on top of you right now.

"Cho." you always say his name so sweetly. "I want more." his cock just twitched against your skin, making your eyes go lower to see it yourself.

"Please." he whined. "Keep your eyes on me." even his voice is shaking.

"I learned this thing I want to try with you." sure, he'll do whatever you want. Just don't make him do as he wants, because he doesn't think he can hold back for much longer.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and dragged him closer. Giving him a quick kiss before you looked at him right in the eyes. There was this mischief written on your face, a devious smile accompanied by an ever lasting fire in your eyes. Your pupils blown, he could see his reflection clearly in them. But his pupils were even bigger. Like a starved beast who was about to jump in its prey.

Then you kissed him again, this time longer, harder. Your tongue asking for permission to find his, and he lets you do as you please.

And you do just as you did before, just the way 'the other man' showed it to you. But this time you were in control.

You could understand Toji for a moment, why he didn't let you do shit. Why he had to be in control. Because this was fun.

Every time Choso tried to take over, you stopped. Making him whine, but oblige. Finally understanding your experience from earlier.

You could feel his cock leaking on you, because it was resting right on top of your pussy. But you weren't any better than him, because you too were a dripping mess.

Without even thinking, he moved his hips forward, making you look at him in surprise. "Sorry." he said, not feeling remorseful at all.

"Continue." alright. He won't argue with you.

He positioned himself better. Letting more of his weight on you, grinding his aching cock right against your clit so you can feel it too.

"Kiss me." you demanded. And he kissed you right away. His tongue in your mouth as he took control over you.

His hips moved slow, going back and forth at a comfortable pace. While his lips were on a totally different page. He was barely letting you breathe, taking a break once in a while just cause, then going back to the same mean action.

One of his hands kept yours pinned against the bed, right next to your head, while the other kept him from leaving all of his weight into you. While his hips kept moving at the same agonizing pace.

You kept your free hand wrapped around his bicep, digging your nails into his skin every time you felt like your head was spinning. And he, because he enjoyed the pain you were giving him, tried to make it even more overwhelming. Because you can make it hurt more. He knows you can. You just have to try.

"Cho." you moaned, making him bite back whatever curse word he has to say.

"I know, I know" he said, letting go of your pinned hand so he could position himself better. "Just a little more." his hips kept going back and forth, his mind wondering what will happen if he just.. slips in. It would be an honest mistake. It would just.. happen. Can you blame him when everything is so slippery?

You look at him with something so sweet in your eyes, almost making him feel bad for the fact that he wants to put his dick inside of you. Almost.

"Bite me." he says between his teeth, fighting back his urge to do said action.

You did as he said. Your teeth now against his skin and biting him hard, just the way he wants it. And all he did was to let out a broken cry, making you bite again.

If you thought that this was a little weird at first, now you can't help but bite him more. Leave marks all over his white skin. Painting him like he was a blank canvas.

Then, in the heat of the moment, he took your hands off him and pinned you down. Rutting his hips into you at a rhythm only he understood. Making your head go backwards and whine at how little control you had over this whole situation. Wasn't he the one who kept making you take the lead? So what about now?

You were close, your mind going blank as you cried out his name. He too, letting out a few moans as he came all over your stomach.

You stared at each other as you came back to your senses. Breathing heavily and trying to figure out what just happened. "Kiss me." you're always so full of requests. But he's not complaining.

His lips were back on yours, kissing you softly as a few seconds passed by. "Let me help you clean." he said after a while.

You stood there, in your place as you looked at him walking around the room. You noticed this last time too, just how much bigger he looked without clothes on. Is this what people call a sleeper built?

"What are you looking at?" he asked, finally noticing the way you were eyeing him.

"You're so big." you said with a smile on your face, the same devious expression you had earlier.

"You think?" you'd love to get your hands on him, but you fear that you might not make it out of here in one piece.

"When did you get like that?"

"I work out from time to time." you'd like to see it yourself. "Where did you learn that?" he asked, referring to the kiss from early.

"From a friend." one of your girlfriends? Well, he doesn't judge. All he's curious about is if you asked them or they came to you first. "The other man, I guess? Or what do you call him?" now, why would you ruin his mood like that.

"Why?" hmm?

"What why?"

"Why would he show you that?" oh, that.

"I told him about you. Well.. about what we did, I guess. And he showed me another way of kissing." so, your other man got jealous, in other words?

"That's all?"

"Yep."

"Nothing more than kissing?" well.. let's not say anything else besides that.

"Nope." what a pussy, Choso thought. "Oh, I did bite him tho. He didn't like it." well, yeah. He doubts everybody is as weird as he is.

"If he can't handle that much he's not a real man." who? Toji? Not a real man? Now that's a sentence you never thought you'll hear in your entire life.

"I guess he likes other stuff?" whose side are you on? "Well, at least I like biting." and who's to blame here? "I guess it's all because of you."

"I like it too." he said as he helped you put your clothes on. "I'll show you more next time." and he prays you'll show it to your other man and tell him who you learned it from.

Well, your other man had other plans. Because not long after that, he called you again. This time telling you to dress all pretty because he wants to show you off. And you, like all the previous times he called you, did as he said and met him later that day.

You actually expected something from him this time. Like, you thought he'd take you out or something. But nope, he just drove back to his frat house where a party was held.

"Seriously? Toji I told you I don't want to be seen near this place ever again." you said as you walked close to him.

"You can go back home. But you'll either wait for me to drive you back or walk by yourself." well, fuck him.

"Why would you trick me like that?" you asked, clearly not happy at his indifferent attitude.

"I'm not going to lose to these losers, so just stick by me until I prove my point." wow, what an explanation. You understood everything perfectly. "I'll make it up to you."

"I don't want some poorly made excuse." who would? "Drive me home."

"Trust me, alright? You'll enjoy this." what a loser.

It didn't take long for this loser to get his point proven and then drag you upstairs to his room. Where he locked his door with a shift movement and threw your ass on the bed.

"Get comfortable, this will last a while." he said as he took his shirt off.

"What are you going to do?"

"Isn't it obviously?" you shook your head. "Eating that pussy is the only thing that has been on my mind."

"I don't know.." oh no, he won't let you play your little tricks on him anymore.

"I told you, didn't I? Just sit there, and I'll do everything."

"Turn off the lights, at least." like he'd do the same mistake twice in a row.

"That pussy is talking to me, and she's saying she wants the light on." this fucker. "Spread your legs."

"But I still have my clothes on."

"It wasn't a problem last time." this guy, I swear.

"Yeah but.." you played with your fingers.

"Alright, I get it." he said as he stopped right in front of you. "Let's take them off." and off they were, thrown somewhere around his room and forgotten about.

He wasted absolutely no time, spreading your legs and going straight to the dessert he kept dreaming about. He left a long lick from your hole to your clit before focusing on the pearl that keeps singing his name. He won't leave a single place untouched. He'll even write his name on you so other people would know who was there first.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, dragging you closer to him, and keeping you in place at the same time. Sucking on your clit before moving to your hole, digging his tongue inside for a moment just to go back to your clit and lick on it even more.

He just couldn't get enough of it, especially when your hands are going through his hair, tugging at it lightly. And moaning his name so sweetly.

Oh, you're not getting away from him any time soon.

And he was true to his words, because his tongue only got meaner and meaner. Greedier even. Getting blinded by his own feelings. Because the only thing he cares about is the mess he's making between your legs.

He doesn't regret shit, in fact, he's very much proud of how he got you shaking. Every time you look at him with that one look in your eyes, it riles him more.

"You can do it." he says, repositioning himself so he can see your face better. "I'm not done yet." he looked at you right in the eyes as he got his hand in between your legs, gathering some of your juices on his fingers and bringing it up to his mouth. Making you watch as he licks his fingers clean. "A real man has no problem with eating his girl out. Remember that." is he really throwing shade at your boy toy right now? "What? Why are you looking like that?" he asked as he's lowering his head back between your legs.

What a weirdo. Asking as if he doesn't know he's the problem.

He had his hands wrapped around you, making sure to keep you in place, because you like to move around. But it's alright, he knows he got you feeling stuff you can't explain. So moving a little means nothing to him when he's the reason you cry like that.

The room was quickly filled with slurps and other noises he made while sucking on your pussy. And at this point, it might be intentional. Because you don't remember being this loud in the beginning.

"Hold my hand." you cried some words out as you reached out for his hand.

"So demanding." he said, as if he doesn't love when you boss him around.

His tongue lay flat against your clit, moving it roughly and giving you no time to think. Working you up until you see stars, his name being the only thing coming out your mouth. And he still didn't stop, not the first time he made you cum, not even the second time. But after the third, because that's when it was way too much to handle.

"That wasn't so bad, was it now?" he said as he was watching you get dressed.

"You're too mean." you can barely feel your legs.

"You're acting like you didn't love it." oh, you're giving him that one look again, the same as when you first met. Your eyes piercing through him like you know his darkest secrets.

If it wasn't for the fact that you looked at him like you hate him, he wouldn't have been here today. Because you look so good when you're mad he can't help but get a boner.

"You want me so bad." he said, all a smile as he couldn't help but palm his cock through his pants.

"Are you taking me back home now, or what?" he should, shouldn't he?

"This place is getting boring anyway."

It didn't take long to get to his car, and soon, you found yourself in front of your place. "I'll go now." you said, letting him know this was where you part ways.

He didn't say anything, his eyes on you as he watched you shift in your seat, clearly ready to leave. But right before you could do another move, he grabbed your arm and dragged you back inside the car.

One of his hands went behind your head, pushing your face closer to him as he smacked his lips against yours. His tongue looking for yours, like he couldn't live without exchanging dna with you.

His hand was guiding yours to his pants, so you could feel how hard he is right now. Not that he wants you to do something about it. No, he wants you to be aware of it. To let you know that whenever you want something more, he's here. Just say the word and he'll happily let you in his pants.

"Toji." you said his name when you saw one of your neighbors walking in your direction. "I gotta go."

"Not yet." he said, leaning in so he could kiss you again.

"But I'm home." and he acknowledge it was a mistake.

"Let's find another place." this guy.

"I have to wake up early in the morning, I can't." he'll just help you fall asleep faster, no need to worry. "I'll go now, alright? Take care." you said before getting out of his car.

And so, defeated, he left.

Seriously, what got into him? You thought you made it clear that you don't want to cause more scenes in the neighborhood again. Especially after everybody on your street found out who the frat boy that blasts music in the middle of the night was. And why he did it.

Luckily, no rumors were spread about you this time.

That, however, does not mean your days are peaceful. Nope, you still pretty much have problems with the two men you talk to.

"You stopped replying to my texts again." you heard a voice behind you when you were hanging out with your friends around the campus.

You felt a chill down your spine. Somehow, you were scared. And again, you don't even understand why you were feeling this way. You're not even together.

"Ah, " you turned to face him. "Cho-" the look in his eyes made you hesitate for a moment. "So." you said his name, your mouth going dry. "Yeah, sorry. I didn't get any of your texts." you wouldn't be surprised if your other man blocked your boy toy or something.

"Are you free later?" you looked at your friends and they were all staring at you, like you had to explain the situation. Why are the vibes between the two of you like that? Something was fishy here.

"No, I'm totally free." you could feel your friends eyes on you.

But that's how you ended up at his place again. Seriously, why do you always agree so fast? Oh well. You can't really complain when he always seems so desperate for you.

He pinned you to the nearest wall as soon as you got inside his apartment. His lips meeting yours right away, and he seemed to not want to let go of you any time soon. "Take it off." he said between the kisses, still not letting go of you.

"Help me." you breathe something out, not being able to get anything done because he wouldn't get off you. He whined in response, getting his hands on your shirt and yanking it off you. His lips back on you as he tried to take your pants off.

One of his hands went behind your thighs, while the other behind your lower back, keeping you safe in his arms as he carried you to his room. "Stay still." he said as he placed you right next to his bed, lowering himself on his knees in front of you.

He looked up at you for a moment before moving his eyes on your pussy, who was right in his face. He licked his lips before burying himself in between your folds, leaving long licks as he tasted your juices. He couldn't help but moan, pressing himself harder into you, his tongue flat on your clit and sucking a few times on it. Then he went lower, giving your dripping hole attention as his nose brushed against your pearl.

He was loud, making noises as he kept slurping and gulping. One of his hands on your hip while the other on your thigh, keeping you in place, dragging you closer to him so he could suffocate himself in between your legs.

He moaned every time you tugged on his hair. His voice vibrating against your core, making you whine in response.

His eyes moved up on you from time to time, checking how you're doing. If he makes you feel good. And his cock couldn't help but twitch every time you looked back at him. Your half open eyes, glossy, and a pout on your face that made him wish he had two mouths so he could kiss and eat you out at the same time.

One of his hands went lower, from your legs to his pants, grabbing his cock and giving it a hard squeeze. He was leaking so much it probably stained his sweatpants. But he couldn't focus on his aching dick. He had to focus on you. Because you gave him so little attention these days that he couldn't help but want to become part of you, so that way you won't forget about him again.

"Cho." you moaned his name, making him grab his cock again so it would stop twitching. His tongue laying right on top of your clit, pressed hard, and moving it left and right at a mean pace. He wanted you to cum on his face, leave a mess on him and use him as you please. Like he was made for the sole fact that he's yours to use.

And you did fulfill his wishes. Grabbing his hair with both of your hands and leaning over him as you came undone. Almost falling on him if it wasn't for the fact that he was keeping you in place.

You couldn't feel your legs, your knees giving up on you as every bone in your body was shaking.

And all he did was to look up at you all in awe, mesmerized by how easy it is to make a mess out of you. But he can do more, this wasn't enough. He can't just leave you hanging like that.

So, he pushed you onto the bed, undressing himself as fast as he could and jumping on top of you.

He was eying you up and down. He couldn't get tired of this view, you're the only thing that's on his mind. Your body, dressed, undressed, the way you look at him with loving eyes. And yet you still managed to ghost him even tho you look at him like he's the only man in your life.

Right, your other man. Were you with that guy, is that why you weren't texting him back? Your side man should get the same treatment as him, because why was Choso the only one getting ignored? Well, you did say something about how crazy he was and how he terrorized your neighborhood.

Is that what he has to do? Scare everybody on your street so you'll text him back?

Or..

He grabbed his cock with his hand, tapping it against your folds before moving his eyes on you, waiting for your approval.

You looked at him the way you always do. Eyes filled with amusement, yet strangely loving. As if you knew he'd never hurt you, like you trusted him more than you trust yourself.

Is that how you trick your victims? You make them lower their guard, get what you want and then break their hearts? Is that why your other man keeps entertaining you? Because shit, he can do a better job at keeping you happy than whatever other men you might have.

He rubbed the head of his cock between your folds, coating it in your juices as your hands went on him, holding him. And waiting for whatever he was about to do next.

You wanted this too, right? If not, you would have pushed him a long time ago. Can he finally slip it in? Can he actually show you that he's better than anything you ever had? Will you stay with him after?

"Can you stay over?" he asked, looking at you right in the eyes, and waiting for you to lie to him.

"Like, spend the night here?" you asked, your voice so melodic he couldn't help but give his cock yet another hard squeeze.

"Yeah." he said out of breath.

"Sure." that's all he needed to hear. Finally sliding the head of his shaft inside your warm core. Making both of you moan and whine at the same time.

Oh, he needed this. And from the way your greedy hole was sucking him in, you might need this more than him. But it's alright, because he's here. He'll give you all of him.

And he did just that, he slipped more and more of him inside of you. Groaning every time your walls squeezes him. But he didn't stop until he got you full of his cock.

He stood there for a moment, looking at you right in the eyes as he waited for something to happen. He shouldn't expect anything, especially from you. Because he's very aware of your trust issues. You'll give him attention now, and the moment you leave you act like you don't even know him. And he can't do shit about it because you don't allow it. He can't understand why you're acting the way you are. Was it a past lover? Did someone break your heart? Because, honey, he's not them. He can't necessarily say he's better, because he'll never be. But at least he can promise to not make the same mistakes.

But you won't believe him, would you? Because you never did.

Is this why he likes you? Is that why he can't get enough of you? Is that why he keeps running around like a dog? It's because you lie to him so sweetly that he doesn't even realize it's a lie.

But you don't lie. You never did. Your looks were always genuine, and your words always truthful.

He can't help but feel like the bad guy here. But eh, fuck it. It's not like he's a saint. He'll never be any better than your other man, who is actually putting effort to keep your attention on him.

But he can beg. He's good at begging.

He can be everything your other man isn't.

"Look at me." he said, looking straight into your eyes with a type of greed you never saw before. "Just me, alright?" in the end, he's still a man. He'll never be different from anyone else you met.

You can see right through him, can't you? Is that why you always play the way you do? Because you realized he's nothing but a pervert.

"Keep your eyes on me." he said, holding your hand as he finally moved his hips.

It was slow at first, slight movements as he went back and forth inside your wet core. He didn't dare to pull all the way out, no, he refused to be away from your deepest spot. He needed to touch it constantly, brush against it lightly like he's trying to caress it.

You seemed to like it, his tenderness. The way he looked so stressed about this, how he was holding back.

You enjoyed seeing him shake in frustration. Because, for once, he understands how you feel. To hold back for the person next to you, to not fully see their point of view but still try.

"It's okay." you whispered, your gentle smile doing nothing but mock him. Your lips only make him sweat as you press them against his.

He whined, that's all he could do because you're not trying to help.

You're so evil, he can't get enough of it.

Until when are you going to look at him suffer before you finally say something? Until when are you going to caress his arm this gently? Seriously, his cock is leaking so much that he's actually embarrassed.

But he still keeps his lips pressed against yours. His fingers touching yours as he never let go of your hand. And his hips, who stopped moving for a moment only to pick up the pace as soon as they rewind the action.

You're not getting away from him, you evil witch. He wants you all to himself.

Your moans, your heavy breathing, your touch. He wants it reserved all to himself. And he swears that after this, if you're going to ignore him again, he'll terrorize your street so bad they'll show him on the news. Heck, he'll even fight your other man. Because he refuses to let another in your life.

"Cho." that's right, keep saying his name. Keep reciting it like it's a curse until it finally strikes him.

Your free hand went through his hair, moving it out of his face before kissing him again. And all he did was to moan, stopping his movement once again just to position himself better. "Wrap your legs around me." he said out of breath, wanting you to be just as greedy as he is. Drag him closer, immobilize him in your arms and never let go.

And you did as he said, like always, without complaining. Wrapping your legs around him as he went as deep as he could inside you, touching that one spongy spot with a force you never saw from him before.

It wasn't that hard, it's just harder than what he did up until now. Not fast, just hard. The pace was the same as before, slow, agonizing. Making you feel every vein on his cock as he kept going and going. Like he didn't had a stop button.

But you like it, right? Because if you didn't, you wouldn't be moaning so sweetly for him. Your eyes wouldn't close every time he touched a good place, and you wouldn't hum praises at his name.

"Good, you're doing so good." you'd say every time he lets out a broken cry. "Mhmm." your hand through his hair once again. "Just like that." you're literally killing him.

He can't keep up with you and your mischievous schemes. He swears you're doing this intentionally. To see him finally snap and show you how much of a creep he actually is.

Is that what you want? Is that what you really want? Because he can give it to you, only if you promise not to run away.

Even as he pinned you down, hands to your sides as he looked down at you like he was feral. You just stood there, like you knew he doesn't actually have the balls to do as he intends. And you're god damn right because he folded instantly. Arms going noodles as he could barely keep his composure.

He's such a loser.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him in as you kissed him. And he stayed there, kissing you as he finally came back to his senses.

Alright, he can do this. He can show you that he can be normal too.

So, he did. Settling his ground as he spread your legs apart a little more, giving him a better view of your pussy. His eyes moved from where you were connected to your face, and then back down again.

He started to move his hips again, slow, just like he did in the start. But with a confidence that actually surprises you.

One of his hands gripped your side, hard enough that it might leave a mark. But it's alright, because it's in a place where only he can see it.

He couldn't take his eyes away from your pussy, the way you suck him in got him hypnotized. He might even be salivating right now. Towering over you with predatory eyes like you're his last meal.

His thumb over your clit, circling it as he kept picking up the pace, as he tried to hurry himself so he could cum at the same time as you. Because you're close, right? He saw you come enough times to know you're close. And he wants to do it together, so he can mark this as an achievement and hold it against your other man.

Because look how in sync you were. Both a mess as you couldn't see anything before you but each other.

You were moaning, blessing his ears with your cries as he tried his best to keep it together.

Shaking, you grabbed him, sinking your teeth into his arm and making him groan. Finally releasing your frustration on his dick as he came deep inside you at the same time.

Well, that was it. The thing was done and now you have to suffer the consequences of your actions. Because what is going to happen now? Will he ask you out? No, it couldn't be, you still hate the thought of relationships. You don't mind the skinship, the lingering feelings, getting freaky. But that only if nothing more is going on between the two of you.

"Want to go again?" he said after he finally slipped out of your very much welcoming pussy.

"Yeah." well, fuck them consequences. It can wait.

So, he wasted no time and slid back in, his hips moving much faster than before as he finally grew a back bone. A hand pressed over your stomach, while his mean pace didn't seem to have a stop. He can do this all night if you let him.

And, you wouldn't have minded that if it didn't get overwhelming faster than you expected. But it was still nice, while it lasted.

So, now. Some time later after you took a shower, changed into some of his clothes and ate. You ended up on his couch, watching some boring movie that was on tv and chatting about how your day been.

Just as this couldn't get any better, your phone suddenly started ringing. Making both you and the man next to you to look at the device until it stopped.

"You should have picked that up." he said, knowing damn well he didn't want you to answer no call.

"It's probably not important." that still didn't stop the caller from texting you.

"Answer the damn phone." was what the text on your screen said.

"On the other hand, maybe I should see who it was." you said as you went to another room to call back Toji who seemed to be in the mood for jokes.

"You couldn't do this sooner?" the man on the other side of the phone said, somehow making you paranoid of his whereabouts.

"I was busy."

"Not anymore, come outside." he's so bossy.

"I'm not home."

"Give me the address then. I'll come pick you up." you just saw your life flashing before your eyes.

"No, you don't get it. I'm sleeping over at a friend."

"Why?" why does he want to know.

"Because we talked about this before hand. Other people know how to plan things ahead, you know." ohh, the shade your throwing at him.

"When will you be back?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"I'll pick you up." and cause another scene? No thank you. These two meeting will not end well, and you fear your name will be known by the whole city afterwards.

"No, it's alright."

"Is everything alright?" you could hear Choso right behind you, and for a moment you actually thought you saw the light.

"Who's that?" on god this is your last day on earth.

"I'll hang up now, alright?" you said, hanging up instantly and giving the other man on the phone line no chance to complain. "It was a friend." you said, trying to dismiss this event and move on with your life.

He looked at your face, at your tensed body and at the way you kept avoiding his gaze. "Your other man?" why is he asking questions he doesn't want the answer to.

"Let's just go back to that movie we were watching." you hurriedly said, putting your phone on silent so you won't get any more phone calls tonight.

"I don't think I want to watch it anymore." he stepped closer, the space between you slowly disappearing.

"Then?" oh, don't act dumb with him now.

"Let me teach you something you can show off to your side piece." now, that's something you did not want to hear. Even so, you followed him to his bedroom.

You ended up laying down on his bed, naked, just like before. And him working on your body, his mouth on your boobs, sucking and licking them as his hand massaged the other.

He's been doing this for a few minutes now, lost in his thoughts as he couldn't see anything before him.

"Cho." you said his name, tugging at his shirt once. "Choso." you said again, softly tapping his back.

"Hmm?" he finally snapped back to reality.

"Can't you.. just put it in already?" impatient, weren't you? Like you didn't do it a few hours ago.

"Turn around." he said as he took his clothes off. Grabbing one of his pillows in his hands and placing it under your lower stomach.

Slowly, he pushed his cock inside your warm core, no preparation needed since it hasn't been that long since your last round.

He seriously can't get enough of you. You make him feel like he's melting. And the thought of sharing this another guy doesn't sit right with him.

He braced himself against the bed, looking down at your back that was facing him. He couldn't help but leave a few kisses on your skin, biting into your shoulder as he bullied his cock inside of you.

See? This feels good, doesn't it? You should demand this from your other freak, and make sure to let that guy know who showed this to you.

Who else can hit it as deep as he can, huh? Who makes you cry like that, hiding your face into the sheets whenever you get too loud. Or, who can make you cum as hard as he?

Well, your boy toy isn't the only one, that's for sure.

Because, the next day, after you left Choso's flat and went back to your place, you finally called Toji.

You wish you had other options, much more peaceful ones. But nope. The moment you called that frat boy was the moment your fate was set in stone.

"Now you're calling me?" you know, you know. It's not a great time.

"I'm sorry." you apologized, finally laying in your own bed.

"So, where were you?" do you really have to answer that?

"At a friend's place, I told you. I stayed over the night." you could hear him clicking his tongue on the other side of the phone.

"Why are you calling me?" seriously?

"To apologize for hanging up yesterday."

"And?" and? There's more?

"I don't want to lie to you.." you whined. "I really don't want us to fight. I mean, isn't it alright to leave a few details out once in a while?" for both of your shakes.

"I know where he lives." why is he doing this to you?

"Listen, alright. You're not exactly a prince charming either." you could hear him laugh. "I don't know what I see in you or him. In fact, I don't even know why I'm explaining myself right now. You should be happy by the fact that I even called you back." right, because how dare he question you.

"If you want to fight I can come over and do it in person." and be the talk of the street again? Is he crazy?

"Stay right where you are." you're so sick of this. "Anyway, stop acting like an insecure girlfriend and grow up. For fucks shake, Toji, you're bigger than me." why does he keep laughing? "I don't have to explain where I am and what I'm doing when you're doing the same thing as me. You're no better so stop judging me."

"Girly, I think you misunderstood." oh, really now? "You said it yourself that I'm bigger than you. And I have far more experience, so of course no one is worried about me." yeah, so? "But you, on the other hand."

"What about me?" you don't sound happy at all.

"How many guys have you slept with?" now, what the. "And you can't count me in since I haven't fucked you yet." yet? What's with this attitude he's giving you?

"Ah, well.." suddenly you don't have the balls to argue anymore.

"How can I trust some guy I don't even know to be around you?"

"So, you're saying I should hook up with your friends?"

"Do that and the next frat party will be held on your street." come on now. Doesn't he know how to laugh at a joke?

"I was just joking."

"I wasn't." well, fuck him. "Anyway. I'm picking you up tonight."

"Should I dress up?" after you just said you'll sleep with his friends? Do that and he'll tear the whole place apart.

"No." at least you know you won't go to one of his parties. "Wear whatever you want." what if you want to dress up? "Just make sure you come outside when I call you."

"Alright."

And he was true to his words. Because when the clock hit 10 pm, he was in front of your place. He didn't even have to call you because you were already outside his car.

"Thought I had to pick you up from your boy toy's place." him and his poorly made jokes.

"It was one time." you rolled your eyes.

His eyes scanned you, looking for visible changes. And heck he found them. And, he's not happy.

Guess he has to inspect you now, because you clearly have a habit of lying. This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for your side piece. He's such a bad influence on you.

So, just like previously, he drove to that sketchy parking lot. Where it was as empty and dark as usual.

"Is there anything you have to say?" he asked after parking the car, now looking at you and the way you started to fidget in your seat.

"I don't think.. so?" are you asking him?

"What's that on your neck?" shit, you didn't even notice. Is it that bad? "Why are you acting surprised?"

"I didn't know."

"I'll ask this again." please don't. "Is there anything I should be aware of?"

You played with your fingers, looking at him for a quick moment before looking away, only to look back at him. "Well.." well? "We." just say the whole sentence already. "We might have.. you know." no, he doesn't know. "Can you hold my hand, but don't judge, please." this stupid game of yours.

"Get to the subject."

"We might have.. had.. sex..?" again, you're asking him? How is he supposed to know what happened if he wasn't there.

"Oh, is that so?" his arms were crossed to his chest. "And what happened?"

"I don't think I should be talking about it." he doesn't look like he'll react nicely.

"I wanna hear the details. Didn't you say to hold your hand and not judge?"

"Well, yeah, but." but? Wait, hold on, why are you shy around this guy? This thug? You? Shy? "Now hold on." you finally realized what's going on here. "I refuse to be threatened by you, especially." how the tables turned. "You're not better than me. In fact, if I remember correctly, you have far worse problems than me."

"That's why I'm asking. Don't you want my wisdom?" him? His wisdom? Now that's something you did not want to hear.

"I ended staying up all night because of you." because of him? Oh, do tell. Now he can't help but want to hear every single detail.

"Hmm? How so?" that smug grin on his face.

"If it wasn't for your call yesterday we would have only watched a movie and then went on with our lives." well, you're leaving out the fact that you already got intimate long before he called.

"So your boy toy got jealous?" why does he think he won?

"You're not better than him." yeah, but he wasn't the one fucking you because of a phone call.

"Whatever you say." he's going to think of this before he goes to sleep so he can have good dreams tonight.

"He told me to show you what I learned from him." now, hold on. Who does your boy toy think he is?

"He did?"

"Yeah, he showed me how real men fucks." now, you know you're using Toji's own words against him. But you can't just let this guy's ego get any bigger.

"That's so, huh?" the hyena isn't laughing anymore. "Well, why don't I show you something else, eh? And you can show it to him next time." why you agreed, it's a mystery. But that's how you ended up in the back of Toji's car, on your fours while he fucked his fat cock into you.

His thrusts much rougher than what you're used to. His grip so harsh that it left red marks on your skin.

Don't get him wrong, alright, he wasn't mad at you. He was mad at himself for letting this happen. Just look at your back, full of someone else's marks, bites and hickeys. Staring back at him, reminding him how he's not the only one in your life. And how easy is for you to find another.

So, he had no other choice but to show you how a real man actually fucks. Because you said so yourself, that your boy toy is trying to get back at him. And he has no other option but to show you why he's so well known. Why so many girls jump on him to get a piece of that cookie.

"Breathe girl. Through your nose, come on." he said, lowering himself over you to grab your jaw in his hand, lifting your head to face him. "Too much?" he had that grin on his face. As if he knows your other man wasn't this rough with you.

You cried his name, tears falling down your cheeks as you wrapped your hand around his arm. He kept going so deep, hitting and touching so many good places that you don't even know what to focus on. Your head was spinning, and you couldn't even remember your own name from how overwhelming this was.

Once again, he grabbed your jaw and turned your pretty face to face him. All he did was to lick your tears as he kept pushing that weapon he calls a dick inside your warm core. The whole car being filled with the sounds of your bodies, skin slapping against skin, a wet and burning sensation.

You didn't dare to be too loud, trying your best to keep your voice down as you didn't want to attract attention, in case anybody was wandering around.

"You can keep going, I know you can." he said, his hand going between your legs to rub on your clit. As if there's not enough stimulation already.

And you did try to take his bullying at first, to show off that you're not an easy target. But it's only this much you can handle.

All you remember is one of your hands going backwards, sinking your nails into his hip as a form of revenge before coming all over him. Shaking harder than you ever did while he kept you in place, helping you come back to your senses before he kept going.

"One more." he said as he flipped you over, now resting on your back with your legs wrapped around him.

It didn't take long for him to work you up again, making you cum one more time before you almost passed out on him.

"I swear you're trying to put me to sleep." you said, putting your clothes back on with shaking hands.

"Pretty sure I tried to warn you." when?

"What are you talking about."

"Hmm.. or maybe not." this fucker.

"Just drive me home. I got enough of your ass tonight." you said, trying your best to not snap at him.

"You're sure you don't want me to stay over? Maybe you can't fall asleep." this guy, seriously.

"You didn't have enough?" oh, he had. Some good news and a good fuck. There's nothing that can ruin his day.

Well, maybe there was. Because the next day you ghosted him. Not only that, but you left Choso on read as well. Having enough of their attitudes for the moment.

Since when did you allow such behaviors? Don't they know you don't like it when they act up? So now, you gave them time to reflect on their actions.

And for once, in what feels like forever, you finally have peace. It was quiet, calm. Something you thought you'll never see again.

It did not last for long tho, because three days after you ghosted Toji, he started terrorizing your street again.

Doing circles around your neighborhood, blasting music at ungodly hours. Even stopping in front of your place every 20 minutes or so to honk a few times, just to start his car again and do a few more laps around your street.

And since there weren't many options left, you finally called him, accepting your defeat.

That's how you ended up at one of his frat parties again, just a day after you contacted him. Because, in his own words, he had to parade you around so people know you're still together. Or whatever the fuck that means because he knows damn well there's nothing going on between the two of you.

You ended up on the couch, sitting alone for a moment as Toji went to get you a drink.

No one had the balls to approach you because they knew the man that brought you here would snap and it won't end up well. However, there was an idiot that was walking your way anyway, approaching you with one thing in his mind.

"Hey." and that idiot was Choso, who stopped right in front of you like he had nothing better to do but fight some random frat tonight for a girl.

"Oh." you looked up at him. You did not expect him to be here tonight. "Hi."

"You're ignoring my texts." not this again, at least not now.

"Cho, this isn't the time." you said, getting up from where you were sitting and placing a hand on his bicep.

"But when? Do I really have to disturb the peace on your street so you'd text me back?" please, not him too.

"Let's find another place. I'm sure we can sort this out." you tried to move the man somewhere else.

"So this is your boy toy, huh?" no, this shouldn't surprise you. But still, you can't help but sigh at the outcome.

"The side piece." Choso said, looking at the other man up and down unimpressed.

"Side? Please. She's with you only because I let her." this guy. "A girl have to change men from time to time to realize who's best for her." not Toji talking as if he's not the first one to crash out the moment you leave him on read.

"Since she keeps coming back to me, guess we both know who's the best." seriously, you should have picked someone better than these guys.

"Really now?" Toji laughed, his eyes moving on you, noticing the way you're too quiet. "Come here." he said, his eyes piercing through you.

"No, stay." Choso grabbed your arm.

"Ha." Toji clicked his tongue. "Don't make me laugh now."

"Didn't you say I'm much funnier than him?" now, why is Choso playing with fire? Does he want you to catch some strays too?

"Did she now?"

"Now, hold on." you said, dragging your hand back to yourself and distancing yourself from both men. "What the heck?" you said after you finally put your thoughts in place. "Let's set this straight, alright. Neither of you is the main of the side piece. And be nice to each other before I get banned from this place."

"That's your concern?" Toji huffed.

"Yes, because I respect everyone's peace. Unlike both of you." not you throwing shade at them. "I told you to stop acting up. I can be with who ever I want, and I don't have to explain myself. Because I don't ask questions when it comes to your lives."

"And who's fault is that?" Choso? Now, the heck. Why is he blaming you for giving him space.

"Nah, he's right. Don't you know to call a man from time to time?" Toji too?

"Yeah, let's blame the girl for the fact that she gives people space." you said in response to their allegations. "Seriously, I'm so tired of this. What if I want neither of you. What if I want-" you paused to look around the room for a moment. "That guy with white hair from over there. He looks pretty. What if I want him?" you're setting your own grave.

"Say again?" Toji actually looked dumb founded.

"Yeah." you said, a sudden wave of confidence washing over you. "I think he'll give me just the space I need."

"Go talk to him and see what happens." is that a threat? But more importantly, did Choso just said that?

"You want him too? So you're saying two is not enough, you want three?" Toji stepped closer to you. "You really don't know when to stop, do you?"

"I refuse to be scared over empty threats." you turned your face away, not taking any of the words these men say seriously.

"Since when have my threats been nothing but empty words?" right, the frat boy did everything he said. That's why you're so afraid of him to begin with.

"Hmm.." you're actually trying to reconsider this whole situation. "Hold up now, I'm thinking." you said, trying to stop the men from saying or doing anything else. "Well, I'd be damned." you laughed. "So, you know, this is actually kinda funny. Cuz you been threatening me to beat my boy toy. And you," you said, facing Choso. "you're not any better than him because you told me how you'd fight this dude over here." you're seriously going crazy. "Ah, you know what. I'm tired. I'm too grown for this. Just do whatever you want, I'm going home."

"Now?" yes, now.

"What do you want me to do? I tried to avoid this situation but you clearly don't want to cooperate with me." you said, finally done with their shit. "I told both of you to behave, but you can't even do that much."

"Let's just go." Choso's hand was back on yours.

"Now, where the heck you think you're going?" Toji grabbed your other hand.

"Can't you just fight each other? Why are you getting me involved?" where is this lack of sympathy coming from?

"I don't remember you having this attitude when I fucked your brains out in my car after I picked you from your boy toy's house." Toji's words made your jaw drop to the floor.

"He's lying." you turned to face Choso who was just as confused as you.

"Lying? Weren't you the one asking how real men fuck?" what the heck?? You were staring in disbelief at the man.

"Huh?" you were at a loss of words.

"Really, because if I remember, she was the one asking me for more. Coming over to my place every time she got the chance." not Choso too.

"So it wasn't a one time thing, huh?" no, Toji, don't believe this. Just go back to fighting each other without you getting involved.

"She would jump on me right after texting you." nah, your jaw is even lower now. Surprised at the audacity these men have.

"Is that so?" you shook your head instantly.

"You're lucky I stopped her from calling you while we were fucking." your eyes have officially just popped out your skull.

"Yeah? Cuz I remember she couldn't get her hands off me when we were right in front of your place." Toji what the heck?

"If she can't get enough of me, of course she'll try to find a replacement when I'm not there." Choso, please. Stop it before this escalates.

"Really, huh? Because I was here first. Long before you did." can they at least let go of your hands while they're arguing?

"Yeah? Then why does she keep running back to me if you're so useful?"

"Hey, I'm sure we can settle this-" one look from both of the men made you shut up immediately.

"And you said you want another, eh?" Toji finally moved his attention on you. Making you freeze.

"Funny story, I actually lied." you confessed.

"But you must have your eyes on him, since you picked that guy over everybody in here." Choso's grip on you didn't lose at all.

"I mean.. he's kinda pretty." you should have kept your mouth shut.

"Pretty? Last time I checked you didn't care about pretty boys." well, what would Toji know?

"That's not true. Look at this guy. He's hella pretty." you said, pointing at Choso, who was sitting in your right. "But I like them handsome too." you can't sweet talk your way out of this situation.

"So you'd take anybody as long as they're pretty or handsome?" that's not what I said.

"No-" you were instantly interrupted.

"Then why did you look at him?" Choso asked, referring to the white haired man from earlier.

"I mean, look at him. He stands out the most. But so do you two. Now what more do you want from me?" they're really getting on your nerves.

"Attitude." Toji remarked, making you gasp at the audacity. "You know it won't get you anywhere."

"So?" you're already tired of them. "You never asked me what I think of your attitude." usually, you're cute when you bite back. But now that's the last thing they want from you.

"Really? Because I don't remember you having an attitude when I had you on my bed with your legs spread." your jaw was once again, on the floor, because what is this guy's problem? Like, Toji, what the hell?

"So my place is not enough?" please, someone end your misery.

"It was one time." you said, not even knowing how to save yourself from this one.

"One time as in going to his place and not saying a word about it? Or one time as in fucking in the back of my car? Or that one time in the front seat?" you know, maybe you're not the problem.

"So, you're saying that you can't even properly fuck her? Only some quicky in your car when you have the time?" you're seeing your soul leaving.

"Wouldn't you understand the trill? Got her pussy leaking more and more every time we almost get caught." you're ready to dig a hole and hide in it for the rest of your life.

"And yet she prefers my place more." hold on, ain't no way these guys are talking about who fucks who and where. And in the middle of a packed frat house.

Now that you're looking around, you got quite a few spectators too. As if it wasn't embarrassing enough.

"Hey, let's quit this." you said, trying to get out this mess.

"You're right." for once, Toji agreed with you. "I fuck her better than you and that's it." oh dear.

"If you were so good she wouldn't come running for me." now, that's an exaggeration.

"Really? Cuz my room is right upstairs. I can take her at any point I want right here right now." how do you even reply to that?

"Says the side man." seriously, you don't have a side piece.

"Bet she can't wait to get my hands on her." do you even have a saying in this, at all?

"And she'll still come to me in the end, so what's even the point." Cho, please.

"All you do is run your mouth around." is it just me or Toji looks bigger right now? Like, you knew he was muscular before but for some reasons he's even muscular now.

"I'd rather run my mouth on this pussy."

"Now hold on. This is going too far." this was outrageous. "Look at all these people looking at us, all because of the two of you." you pointed out the obvious.

"You're right." Toji agreed with you. "Let's take this to my room." eh?

And so, somehow, you ended up in Toji's room, far away from where the party is held. Being placed on his bed as both of the men undresses you. Harmony finally meeting you for the first time tonight.

They were quiet, way too quiet for someone who was throwing shade at each other just a minute ago. I mean, they're never this silent to begin with. They always run their mouths around, their voices always haunting you even after a long time not seeing them.

Choso jumped right in between your legs, like he knew he had to think fast of his place would be taken away. And he was right, because Toji clicked his tongue in annoyance, disappointed at himself for the fact he didn't do something faster.

The plug's hands dragged you closer to him as he lowered his face to be eye level with your pussy. Feeling victorious at the fact that he was the one making you feel good first. And he wasted absolutely no time, spitting on your folds as he quickly went to business. His tongue running around back and forth and preparing you for whatever it's about to come.

He couldn't help but moan, his face inching closer towards you as if he wanted to connect with you. His thumbs spreading your folds apart, revealing your warm hole to him as he buried his tongue inside, his nose pressed against your clit.

Toji huffed at how pathetic the other man looked, as if he wouldn't do the same if he was the one situated between your legs. He had to keep you occupied, to move your attention on him. And how else can he do that if not kissing you? His big callous hand on your breast, playing with it as his tongue went in your mouth.

It didn't take long for you to reach your high, making them quickly make a move as you were trying to recover.

Your side pieces quickly took position, Choso who stayed between your legs because he didn't want to move, and Toji, who was surprisingly considerate, next to you.

You were laying on your back, but somehow your head was right on Toji's thigh, and the fucker did nothing else but to look down at you with an evil grin.

You could feel a finger pressed against your clit, rubbing it as Choso slowly pushed the head of his cock inside. Sliding more and more in until you were full of him, while the frat made sure you only looked at him, his green eyes never left yours.

"What? Too much already?" the frat said mockingly. But all you did was to nod. "Aww. Get used to it." this fucker.

Choso looked at you, his eyes traveling all over your body, his hands moving around touching your skin as if he's making his territory. But that still didn't stopped him from moving inside of you, same old pace you're familiar with. Somehow, you're thankful, like it was your only help, keeping you on your feet and not giving in the frat's bullying.

Toji made sure to keep your attention on him, a hand under your chin to prevent you from doing something stupid. He was watching, analyzing every change in your expression. The way you looked at him with half open eyes, fluttering your eyelashes at him in a way that got him hypnotized. And that pout, the way you bite your lips every time that plug of yours touched a good place. Or how you lean more against his thigh when it gets good, your head going backwards and letting out a few muffled moans.

"Open your mouth." the frat had his thumb against your lips. "Don't bite." he said as if he was anticipating you to do the exact opposite. But you listen to him, like you always do. Because you always listen to these idiots for some strange reasons.

You sucked on his finger, still looking into his eyes and taking a mental note of the way he gulped. You actually have no idea what you're doing to these men, do you?

And after the scene you caused earlier, where you pointed at another guy and announced how you want him too. Especially since that guy was none other than the infamous Satoru, both of the men feel the need to keep you on a leash. Toji hopes the white haired man didn't hear anything about this because he'd come running.

No one was stupid enough to pass this opportunity. Especially when it's about you. Because everybody in this frat house knew about you, the pretty girl who got Toji off all people running around and barking at people. One look your way and he's ready to throw hands. And the fact that you don't want him like that? And he still stayed? Oh, everybody wants to see what kind of magic you hold in your hands.

Your eyes, glossy, and filled with these raw emotions. Your hands traveling on the frat, tugging at his shirt, as if you're asking him to lean in, to give you a kiss and make this feel better. But he didn't, he just stared down at you as he pushed his middle and ring finger into your mouth, pressing them firmly against your tongue. Slowly moving them in and out, as if testing you, to see what your limits are. "Is this all you can take?" the frat asked, looking at the way you're nodding your head. "You can do more." you'll never do better if he's not pushing your limits.

So, the fucker was true to his words. Fucking your mouth with his fingers to prove you that you indeed can do more, you just weren't trying. All while Choso was bullying his cock inside you. Making you a whiny mess.

But there's a limit to what you can take, and soon you found yourself coming a second time tonight.

Just like before, they didn't even give you time to think before they flipped you around, your ass now in the air, on your fours as the men change places.

The frat was quick with his actions, tugging his cock out his pants as fast as he could, and positioning himself at your entrance. Wasting no time and pushing his length inside of you, making you whine.

Choso, on the other hand, leaned in front of you, a hand under your jaw as he raised your face to look at him. Placing a quick kiss on your lips before he too positioned himself. "Open wide." the plug said, holding his cock right against your face. And you do, you open your mouth and take his shaft in.

You're so full, you don't think you've ever felt this way before. But the men don't seem to mind, in fact, they look quite happy with the outcome. See how overwhelming just the two of them feel? You can't possibly handle a third, can you now?

Their moves alone are on different levels. Toji, who kept his pace mean, rough, hitting that one deep spot inside like he had nothing else better to do than abuse it. His hands caressing your back and gripping your hips. While Choso is trying to match with the frat. His hands in your hair and keeping it in place while he kept going rougher and rougher on you. Like he had to prove he had it in you, and he's not weak.

And it kept going like that for quite a while. Tears falling down your face as everything was just too much. But neither of them did anything about it, because they're used to it.

You always cry when it's too much, when it's too good. When you're almost there. Or when you're desperate for more. And which one was in this situation? Well, maybe a little bit of all.

It was good, really good. So good that you're shaking already and you're not even close. You're greedy for more. Because they always give you more, and at this point you're used to receiving. Because they don't mind giving.

Seriously, who's fault is it that you got this greedy? You swear you weren't like this until they appeared.

"You liked that, huh?" the frat said from behind you, his hand traveling between your legs to give your clit some attention. All you did was to moan, your voice vibrating around the plug's cock, making him whine in response.

Your nails digging into Choso's side, making his grip on you tighter. Oh, just wait until he gets a hold of that pussy again. He won't let you go that easily.

It's like you could feel his mental threat, because your nails went even deeper, making him hiss.

You couldn't hold it for much longer after that, your high washing over you at an alarming pace. Your back arching, shaking, you were nothing but a whining mess. Barely able to hold your own weight in your hands.

But not to fear, because you were soon flipped on your back. These two finding a new position to torment you in right away. But you're not complaining. You actually want a lot more than what they're giving now.

Your eyes desperately glue to the screen, you really need to distract yourself from these thoughts arising in your head. But it was quite difficult. Suguru didn’t mean any harm, really. It wasn’t intentional, his fingers were just moving on their own, tracing your leg and drawing absentminded patterns on it. When he notices you tensing up and your breathing getting a little more unsteady, that’s when it becomes intentional. His fingers wander just a little further up your leg, dragging his nails along your sensitive flesh ever so softly, he’s sure he heard the faintest hint of a whimper.

Satoru heard it too. His eyes shifting over to glance at you, noticing your strangely tense position as well. The smallest smirk appears on his lips, a short look at Suguru confirming that they’re both thinking the same thing. He lets out a deep sigh, repositioning himself on the couch slightly and slowly draping his arm around you, his big hand sprawled over your stomach lazily.

You could feel your heartbeat picking up in pace. “What’s the matter with you, your week’s been that stressful? You’re so tense…”, Satoru asks teasingly, the smirk on his lips now a little wider. Your head jerks up in embarrassment. “Yeah…I guess it was.” You almost forgot how incredibly perceptive they were.

Suguru hums at your response, his hand now resting just above halfway up your thigh. The tips of his fingers are almost grazing the edge of your shorts. “Naww, poor you. You should really relax some more.”, Suguru mumbles quietly, now toying with said shorts and looking back at you through lidded eyes. Your breath hitches slightly, shifting your legs in his lap. In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have moved so much, your movement causing Sugurus hand to slip even further up your leg and now slightly under your already skimpy shorts.

A slight shiver runs down your spine when you feel Satorus breath close to your ear.

“Maybe we can help a little, hm? We’re friends after all.”

—

Your back is pressed firmly against Satorus chest as you’re seated on his lap while his hands hold your quivering legs apart, letting Sugurus tongue glide through your soaked folds effortlessly. He’s propped up on his elbows, tongue pressed flat against your pussy, humming and groaning against you while he eats you out.

“Mhhh, you like that? Is Suguru making you feel better?”, Satoru purrs against your ear, licking a hot stripe up your neck and placing a soft kiss against your temple. You nod in response, hands holding onto his biceps for leverage. “Taste so good princess, fuck, could do this all day.” The vibration of Suguru mumbling against your pussy makes you squeal.

He licks a long stripe from your hole up to your puffy clit, giving it a few kitten licks before closing his lips around it, sucking it in. “Ohh —nghh Suguuu.”

Meanwhile Satorus lips leave hot kisses on your neck, teeth grazing against your skin softly before he bites down, leaving a mark in his favorite shade of purple. “Yeah that’s it baby, let that stress go.” Satorus hands on your legs roam around, ultimately slipping under your ass to angle your hips into a better position for your other friend. “Y’should use your fingers too, Suguru. I think that would help her relax even more.”

He releases your clit with a small pop, looking up a you with a satisfied grin. “Yeah, isn’t that right?” You let out a small moan at the loss, but you don’t have to wait long until his fingers probe at your entrance. He sinks just the tips in, pulling them out just as quickly. “Ooh— you’re tight, pretty.”, Suguru groans, his voice thick with need. The moment they’re back in, and don’t go out again, you throw your head back onto Satorus shoulder, a broken cry sounding through the room.

“That’s good, isn’t it? You’re sucking them in so nicely.”, Satoru observers while Sugurus fingers disappear inside of you. “Fuck, m’gonna ruin this pretty pussy once it’s my turn.”

The stretch of Sugurus fingers inside of you is so delicious and the absolute filth being mumbled into your ear makes you clench around them, hard. Suguru lowers his head between your legs again, tongue right back where it belongs, placing small kisses on your clit. The obscene squelching of your cunt as his fingers pump in and out of you make your face heat up. “Fuck, feels s-so good,” you whimper as his fingers curl just right inside of you.

The sounds you make shoot right into Satorus cock, twitching beneath you. He sucks in a deep breath through his teeth, eyes glued between your legs. They start trembling even more than they already were, breath coming in short gasps and your moans higher in pitch.

“Look at that, you gonna cum on his fingers and face baby? C’mon, let it out.”

Hearing that makes Sugurus tongue lap at you with renewed vigor, fingers burying even deeper inside of you. Satorus lips find your neck again, kissing and licking and sucking on your tender skin until your coil snaps with a strangled cry. Suguru groans against your pussy when he feels you clamp down on him extra tightly, his fingers slowing down ever so slight while his mouth lets go of your poor clit for good. “Good girl, that’s it.”, Satoru whispers against your ear, rubbing soothing circles against your shaky legs.

Suguru slowly withdraws his fingers out of you, coated and glistening with your juices as he admires it. “So wet, you wanted this for a while, huh?” He pushed himself up and sitting back down on the couch, admiring you still heaving in Satorus lap.

It was obvious that he couldn’t wait much longer, Satorus cock was aching to be inside of you and not constrained to his pants that felt sickeningly tight by now. “Fuck, baby. Bend over. Gonna fuck you good now. You can take some more, right?” You nod, pussy clenching around nothing at the thought. His hands help you up off his lap and onto your hands and knees, face awfully close to Sugurus crotch.

Satorus hand finds the small of your back, pushing it down to arch it some more. “So perfect.”, he mumbles to himself while undoing his pants, pulling them down just enough so his cock, tip already swollen and angry, can jump free. You didn’t even have to look back to know it was big, the sound of it smacking against his stomach told you as much. Sugurus hand runs through your hair gently, a soft smile dancing on his lips. “Think you can suck me off while Satoru fucks you? Or s’that too much?”

You hum in approval, hands already moving towards him to tug at his pants. A whimper escapes you as you feel the tip of Satorus cock probe at your entrance. Very slowly, he pushes inside of you, hissing at just how incredibly tight you were around him. “Fuuck, you weren’t lying.” Your hands still at Sugurus pants for a moment, trying to accommodate the even wider stretch of Satorus cock inching inside of you further.

Suguru grabs your wrist and guides it towards his bulge, you could feel how hard he was under your palm. You continue to undo his pants as well, pulling them down to free his poor aching cock from its prison too. God, and he as well was big.

Your head lowers gradually, lips getting closer to taking the tip of his pretty cock in your mouth. A hard thrust forward makes your mouth fall open, sinful moans spilling from it. Suguru uses the opportunity to nudge your head down those last few inches and onto his cock, muffling your loud cries of ecstasy.

Satorus hands rest at your hips as he drags his cock halfway out, just to slam it back in again. Your body rocks forward, pushing the length in your mouth further inside. “Perfect fucking pussy, feels so good around me. You better suck Suguru well.” Satoru lets out a little moan as he sets a steady pace, his cock slipping in and out of you so easily now thanks to your already drenched cunt. It felt so incredibly good, the tip always nudging against your g-spot with each thrust. You moan around Sugurus cock, the vibrations making the hand he’s got in your hand grab slightly tighter.

“Shit baby, you’re doing so well. Suck me juuust like that.” He starts guiding your head down ever so slightly, the most heavenly sounds known to man kind can be hear from him.

You could swear you’re seeing stars when Satorus cock hit your cervix briefly, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You felt so full, cunt and mouth stuffed by your two best friends. It was filthy, sinful. But fuck, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasized about this at least once.

Satorus pace picks up, the sound of his hips snapping against your ass echoes through the room. His hand comes down to give your ass a sharp smack, a muffled whine ripping through you. You could hear a quiet, “Fuck.” coming out of Sugurus mouth as his hips start bucking up into your mouth. “Greedy girl, taking two cocks at once. One wasn’t enough for you, hmm?”, Satoru taunts you as he continues to rut into your poor pussy. His own hips begin stuttering slightly, nearing his own release. “M’gonna fill you up good, yeah? Fill you to the brim with my cum.”

His pace picks up one last time, thrust edging on brutal by now as he chases his own release. “Fuck, m’gonna- gonna cum-“

Satoru buries himself to the hilt as he spills his release inside of you. You cry out around Sugurus cock at the depth. It doesn’t take long for him to fill your mouth with his cum as well, shooting rope after rope down your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sensation, lingering for a moment before you slowly release his cock with a pop of your lips.

You’re breathless, and so are they as well. Satoru doesn’t pull out just yet, his chest presses against your back as he breathes in and out. When he does decide to pull out, he watches as his cum oozes out from between your legs. “Look at that, filled all nicely.”, he murmurs while he spreads your cheeks apart.

“You feel less tense now?” Suguru asks you with an amused undertone. You let out a tired chuckle, body collapsing on the couch.

“Shut up, idiot.”

“What? That’s what best friends are there for.”

He’s been functioning on autopilot ever since you laid the divorce papers on his table on a random Tuesday morning. It got worse when the divorce was finalized not even a month ago. No appeals, no extensions. Just a clean, almost amicable severance.

A colleague once told him: “It’s a simple case of trial and error, Higuruma. All marriages are like that.”

Hiromi’s forehead creases whenever he remembers it. To him, it was never supposed to be trial and error, especially not with you.

Against his better judgment, Yaga somehow convinces him to agree to a blind date. Says it helped him cope with his own divorce. Hiromi knows better. The man simply doesn’t accept no without exhausting every argument first.

Now, he is seated at a small round table with an unreadable expression and with nothing but Yaga’s voice replaying in his head: 'Doesn’t hurt to try.'

But the universe has a twisted sense of humor.

Because seated across the table is you, staring back at him with the same frozen disbelief written across your face.

Both of you look away almost immediately. Hiromi adjusts his collar. You, on the other hand, casually lift your champagne flute and take a slow sip to steady your nerves.

For a fleeting moment, you consider excusing yourself to the bathroom and never coming back. But after the agonizing length of the divorce, the paperwork, the signatures, and the finality, you decide against running and just give him some grace.

Hiromi clears his throat and reaches for a single red card from the deck sitting in the middle of the table. His eyes skim the question before he exhales quietly.

“Care to tell me something about yourself?” His voice cuts through your thoughts. “Any hobbies? Interests?”

“As if you don’t already know,” you reply flatly while idly sliding a finger along the rim of your glass.

He exhales through his nostrils. He tells himself to be controlled and measured. “Just answer the question.”

You tap your fingers against the table with gaze wandering around the room. “I used to be a pianist before I became a wife.”

“You have a grand piano that only ever collected dust,” he says with something tight flickering behind his eyes. “It was your choice to quit playing.”

“After you said I didn’t have to play a million shows back to back,” you shoot back. You lean forward, elbows on the table. “How about you? Anything new you’re up to?”

“Not much has changed in my routine,” he answers plainly.

You let out a bitter chuckle. “Must be nice. At least your focus is solely on work now.”

Hiromi presses his lips together. After a beat, he draws another card from the deck. The moment he reads it, he stops himself from rolling his eyes.

“What are your deal breakers when dating?”

You sarcastically laugh at his question. “Are you kidding me?”

He looks at you blankly. “Well? The question isn’t answering itself.”

“I don’t like men who treat every disagreement like legal case." You deadpan at him. “I hate men who catalogue every mistake, see my emotions as something to cross examine, and– get this– refuse to admit their fault.”

Hiromi smirks. “I thought you liked highly opinionated men. What changed?”

You inhale sharply. “I don’t like it when they get unreasonable.”

His brow lifts with amusement. “Unreasonable in what sense?”

“In the sense that they don’t back down during small arguments,” you snap, “like we’re fighting in court instead of having a conversation.”

Hiromi leans back, arms crossing, smirk deepening. “Isn’t that how communication works?”

Heat creeps up your cheeks that you glance away. “Yeah, but—”

“But what?” he cuts, and his posture straightens instinctively. “You want compromise without concession. That’s not how problems are resolved.”

“Oh my god,” you scoff. “Listen to yourself. We’re on a blind date, not in a court room! Hold a fucking conversation, will you?”

“A conversation requires structure,” he counters. “You can’t keep spitting out bullshit and expect me not to question them.”

“And that’s exactly the problem!” Your voice rises. “Every time I tried to tell you how I felt, you treated it like I was exaggerating.”

“Because you never explained yourself clearly.”

"I do. You just want me to lay them out like evidence just to be heard,” you snap. “I wasn’t some client in a case, I was your wife.”

His jaw tightens. “And yet you walked away just like that.”

You laugh sardonically. “Oh. Like I never begged you to come home before midnight? On our anniversaries?”

Hiromi frowns at this. “You know how my job is.”

“I was losing you,” you say quietly. “And you didn’t care enough to notice.”

Silence looms over briefly. Then, he coldly says, “Resorting to divorce was unnecessary.”

"Wow. Just Wow. You–"

From the neighboring table, a silver-haired man wearing a name tag that reads 'Satoru' slams his hand down.

“Jesus Christ,” he yells, “just fuck it out!”

Your eyes widen in horror now that everyone's heads are now on your table. When you look back at Hiromi, something languid has entered his gaze. It is dark, slow, and very familiar.

“Should we head home?” he asks softly.

It’s absurd, really.

After the divorce is finalized and a stupid blind date, your ex-husband's face is buried between your legs, greedily lapping at your cunt while three fingers stretch you open.

The thing is, no matter how many times you finger fuck yourself or put the rose on blast, you’ll never finish the way Hiromi makes you do.

“Oh my god—” You clutch his hair. “—Hiro.”

You squirm, but he grips your hips and pulls you closer, groaning into you as he devours every sound you make.

Your body is a shaking, and you've now turned into a moaning mess beneath his touch. Hiromi's fingers pump perfectly while his tongue abuses your clit, circling until your vision whites out.

“Fuck— gonna cum again.”

His eyes burn with lust as you buck your hips. He pulls back just enough to speak. “Yeah. That’s right.”

There were no intelligent words that came to mind, all you could let out are whimpers and sobs of pleasure as another orgasm took over your body. 

Hiromi lets out a dark chuckle as he licks the corners of his mouth hungrily while wiping the bottom of his chin with the back of his veiny hand.

You know him like the back of your hand. Sure as hell know that he's far from over. So it was no surprise when he suddenly carries your limp, overstimulated body on top of him.

“Hiro,” you murmur weakly. “I’m too tired to ride you.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” Holding your hip to lift you, Hiromi aligns his cock at your entrance. Then, he sinks you down onto his cock. “I’ll do the work.”

You gasp when his fat cock fills you to a hilt. “You’re– too big for me.”

“No, you just–” he grunts. “You’re tighter.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, and pounds in and out of you in deep, deliberate strokes, making you shriek against his neck. It doesn't help that he keeps whispering low, gutteral grunts against your ear.

“Hiro– fuck!” 

You whimper, but your words fall on deaf ears as his swollen cock pistons even deeper with deliberate, hard strokes. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, and your walls clench hard at how much his cock brushed on your sweet spot over and over.

“Cum again for me.”

“I dont–” you chok the words out as best you can, “–don’t think I can.”

Hiromi grips your ass with both hands, pushing it down further at his length so he can fuck you even deeper than he already did. “You can. We've done this before.”

With tears of pleasure pooling at the corner of your eyes, you mutter, “Hiro, I can’t.”

“I said,” But he slaps your ass, leaving a red mark across the skin. “Do.” he slammed his hips harder at each word for emphasis, “It.”

And you do.

You hiss against his neck as he quickens the pace, hips snapping harder, deeper. The overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body makes your toes curl, and with your eyes squeezed shut, you let the orgasm crash over you, leaving you shaking in his arms.

He keeps fucking you through it. Deep, rough, and unrelenting, until you’re both chasing the edge together, riding each other out in the same breathless moment.

“Happy anniversary,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder endearingly, but all you could respond is a tired hum.

"Hiromi."

"Hm?"

“Nice fuck,” you whisper. "I'm starting to think," you pant in between your sentence, "the divorce was a mistake."

Hiromi scoffs out a wry chuckle.

"Never should've happened in the first place, by the way." He looks down at you lovingly, and plants a soft kiss on your temple, "We can can re-marry any time next week if you'd like."

You smile to yourself and mumble, "I would love that."

wia says: for our husband's animation debut hee~