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Sweat trickled down the middle of your spine, curving with the arch of your perfectly upright posture. Your hands, neatly folded in your lap, weren’t shaking, but the stark white of your knuckles was telling enough of the anxiety keeping your body almost exhaustingly stiff.
This was why you didn’t put yourself out there. This was why you were careful, measuring the risk and reward of your actions before acting impulsively. This was the consequence and nothing you felt—fear, discomfort, uncertainty, betrayal—was as potent as the regret. You had a feeling when you showed up at Satoru Gojo’s door with lingerie under your dress and butterflies going wild in your stomach that something was wrong but you told yourself it was just nerves. After all, firsts were important and you’d been putting off your first with your boyfriend for longer than you thought he’d have the patience for. You weren’t trying to be rude, or to intrude. You were trying to surprise him because you knew Satoru liked surprises. But the door was open, that wasn’t your fault. The intentions you had going in weren’t morally good, but they certainly weren’t insidious, you weren’t trying to spy on Satoru or anything. It was by complete accident and horrible happenstance that you caught a glimpse of the guest he had over.
And after that, intentions didn’t matter. You had officially seen too much.
In a way, you might have rathered he was just cheating on you. That would hurt, but it wouldn’t be entirely out of character. You would cry and burn the various stupid souvenir trinkets he brought back for you and complain to your friends over a bottle of wine or five, but that would be it. Instead, Satoru greeted your intrusion with only a second of displeasure before it melted into knowing delight, enthusing about the wonderful surprise and ushering you to come in with his normal energy. Now you were stuck between two of the strongest sorcerers in the world. Well, Suguru Geto was no longer a jujutsu sorcerer, even if that was how you remembered him. Now he was a criminal, a curse user, a genuine villain, and, most importantly, Satoru Gojo’s arch enemy.
“What a fantastic surprise! I was just thinking about texting you, too,” Satoru said, his playful tone offsetting the unbearably tense air of his expensively furnished living room. A pair of round black sunglasses sat high on his nose, the dark frames contrasted by his wild white hair and an even more wild white smile. He lounged across the couch next to you, his long arms spread across the back and one leg tossed over the other. “Suguru, you remember her?”
“I do,” Suguru replied, his chin tilting up as he considered you with a friendly smile you really didn’t trust. He was, in some ways, exactly as you remembered him. Perhaps his features were sharper now, shed of any and all softness of adolescence, but those were his dark eyes, dancing in the intimately warm light. “It’s nice to see you again. it’s been a while.”
“You remember Suguru, don’t you?” Satoru asked. “Insane curse user, enemy of the Jujutsu world…” He gestured vaguely towards the other man. “He went to school with us. Although, I guess you were a year below us.”
“Of course I remember him,” you responded, unsure if that was meant as a joke or not. Satoru spoke with such ease, like those things didn’t pain him, like he wasn’t affected at all. But you didn’t miss whatever it was that lingered between the two men. At first, you thought it was because of you, but now you weren’t so sure. There was tension. Animosity, even. That wasn’t enough. Not after everything Suguru did, everything he had done since. They should have been fighting, been engaged in some intense ideological debate, Satoru should have already killed him.
“The two of you were dating at some point, right?” Satoru asked, tapping his chin in thought. “Yikes. This is an awkward reunion. My bad.”
“We weren’t,” you said, your cheeks getting hot despite the circumstances. All it ever was was a teenage crush from afar, you had never been the type to make the first move and Suguru had been nothing more than you cool upperclassman, one of the strongest sorcerers, and completely out of your league.
“Satoru didn’t tell me how much you’ve grown,” Suguru interjected before Satoru could say anything more, staring you down with a gaze that made your skin crawl. You were wrong in your assessment that he hadn’t changed much. There was an odd sense of mania about him now, a darkness in the way he looked at you. He’d always had an uncomfortably sharp gaze, but now he didn’t care to conceal it. It made you uncertain of what growth he was talking about. “I’m impressed.”
“Oi, don’t flirt with my girlfriend,” Satoru admonished. He looked back at you. Even though you couldn’t see his eyes behind the shades, you could feel them. It made you fidget, your nails cutting into your palms. “Huh? Are you okay?” he asked you, his head lolling to the side. His levity in situations of such stress and tension often frustrated you, although also knew that that was most certainly the point. You didn’t say anything, making his frown deepen. “What’s the matter?”
“Like you don’t know,” you said, your voice tight and quiet, your eyes fixed resolutely on the large window. Blackened by the night, the view was obscured, all you could see was the distorted reflection of the three of you.
“Should I?” Satoru asked, feigning picture-perfect innocence and confusion. “It’s not as if I can read minds, you know.”
“Stop!” you exclaimed. “Stop acting like this is… Like it’s…” Your eyes flicked to Suguru before flitting away, unable to stare at him too long. “Like it’s normal. Why is he here? What’s going on?”
“Oho, you’re in a mood tonight,” Satoru said, smiling at having gotten the reaction he was so obviously looking for. “Why don’t you calm down? Makin’ that face too much will give you wrinkles.” He paused, tilting his head as he considered something. “Unless… you’re not afraid of him, are you?”
“I’m not,” you said, the words coming out slightly too fast to sound completely genuine.
“I have no intention of hurting you,” Suguru said, like that mattered, like you could believe that.
“I’m not scared,” you bit out, the falsehood ringing hollow even to you. Under most circumstances, you could keep your cool. But, right now, it was like your body wasn’t cooperating. Your voice felt too unsteady, your cheeks hot, your stomach knotted up.
“Fear is only natural, there’s no reason to be ashamed,” Suguru told you. “As a sorcerer, fear is important, it keeps you from engaging in situations you can’t win. Similarly, it keeps you from making stupid decisions that could get you hurt.” Somehow, there was emphasis on the warning despite his soft, light tone of voice. It made it more chilling that he should sound so gentle. Suguru smiled, warm and sweet and unnerving. “But I don’t think you’re stupid, so there’s no reason to be afraid.”
Satoru threw an arm around you, making you gasp and jump. “Don’t harass her too much, Suguru, she’ll get embarrassed.”
“Harassing her? You’re the one acting like a fool; I was just offering some advice.”
“Acting like a fool?” Satoru repeated. “I’m being my authentic self, isn’t that what you always go on and on about?”
As he spoke, he swayed you back and forth like a toy. His skin was warm through his thin button-up shirt. His arm around your shoulders was too heavy. Satoru always had a habit of being too close, too friendly and usually, it ranged from being uncomfortable to infuriating but right now it was intimidating because no matter how much they told you not to be afraid, the danger of the situation was thick in the air. Even if you didn’t know what exactly was going on, the situation alone was a dangerous enough secret to cause damage and there was a phrase about secrets between three people. If two of you had to be taken out, you would obviously be the first to go.
Nerves pulsing against the back of your throat, you forcibly pushed Satoru away, scooting even closer to the edge of the smooth leather couch. He accepted the rejection without issue, leaning back again.
“Why are you here? Really?” you asked Suguru, knowing you weren’t about to get a straight answer out of Satoru. Truthfully, you weren’t even sure you wanted an answer at all but a part of you felt like if you didn’t ask, you’d be betraying yourself as a jujutsu sorcerer.
“Do you think it doesn’t make any sense?” Suguru asked. It wasn’t an answer, but he didn’t seem to be baiting you, either. So you nodded, a single, sharp jerk of a motion. “Then you misunderstand who I am, or perhaps who Satoru is,” Suguru said dismissively. “I’m inclined to think it’s a bit of both.” Rather than elaborating on that, he leaned forward, speaking with more energy, more of that strange mania. “Do you think I set out with strictly malicious intent when I left the jujutsu world? Do you see my cause as insane?”
“It is,” you said without doubt. “What you’re doing is evil.”
“And therein lies your fundamental error,” Suguru said. “The world I envision is a kinder one, one without needless blood spilled. The monkeys insist that evolution comes from science or God, they claim that some intangible force orchestrates the progress necessary for them to continue living. I disagree. It is neither science nor God, it is those with jujutsu alone who are qualified to create the future.”
“Oi oi oi oi oi!” Satoru said, waving his hands as if to dispel the speech. “Suguru, don’t start spouting your crazy shit, you’ll scare her away.”
“You agree with him, then?” you asked, turning back to Satoru. “About killing… killing non-sorcerers?”
“No, no, not at all,” Satoru said.
Your eyes narrowed. “But you’re working together? You’re…” You glanced between the two of them, almost afraid to look at Suguru too long. “You’re friends again? After everything?”
"Friends?" Satoru asked, repeating like the word was amusing. "Nah, this is more like a... mutually beneficial partnership. Don't get me wrong, I still think Suguru is unforgivably wrong-"
"And Satoru's a pitifully misguided fool," Suguru cut in dryly.
"-but right now, we share a common goal. So," he leaned back, spreading his arms across the back of the couch, "I agreed not to kill 'em until after we're done." The comment was clearly meant to rile Suguru, but he looked completely unbothered.
“What goal?” you asked quietly.
“You tell me. I bet you can figure it out with that clever brain of yours,” Satoru said, his tone sitting in some undecided place that made you unsure if he was mocking you or not. How were you supposed to be clever when you were still trying to comprehend the fact that Suguru Geto was here in the flesh, sitting on Satoru’s couch like he had every right to be there and explaining his justifications for committing countless atrocities? But you considered it nonetheless, thinking about what both men could possibly have in common.
“It has something to do with… With the higher-ups, right?” you finally asked. “You both hate them.”
“Hm, that’s only half right,” Satoru said. “Fifty percent…” He drew in a breath through his teeth, feigning an over-exaggerated grimace. “That’s a failing grade.”
“You don’t like the current system,” you tried again, “Geto… You don’t like it either, do you? It needs to be reformed. Right?”
“Reformed? That’s impossible,” Suguru responded. “Something so corrupt as the Jujutsu world can only be destroyed.”
You should have expected that answer. In a way, you had. But it still sounded wrong, dangerous on the wrong side of laughable. “You can’t,” you finally said. “Destroying everything… That’s impossible.”
Suguru frowned. “It’s not. We’re the only ones who can accomplish such a feat. After all, we’re-”
“The strongest,” Satoru finished for him, a smile that seemed more than a little ironic twisting his lips. “Rather, I am. Suguru’s pretty good, too.”
“Even so,” you said. “The fallout would be catastrophic, you would do far more harm than good.”
“Don’t you have faith in me?” Satoru asked in an overly saccharine tone.
“I don’t… I don’t know,” you answered honestly, unable to meet his gaze. “Satoru, if they found out that you were even talking about this… Talking to Geto-”
"Why, you gonna report me?" Satoru asked. Despite the question, his body was entirely relaxed. To him, there was no threat in this situation. As if to rub it in your face, he laughed. "Just kidding. I know you won’t. You’re too weak. Besides, you like me way too much.”
“I don’t!" You said loudly, mustering up as hot of a glare as you could. "I thought… but...” You couldn’t finish that thought, your voice wavering.
“You don’t like me?" Satoru asked, pouting. "Just because of this?”
“You’re breaking the law!” you said. “I thought you were finally being more honest with me and I… But I don’t know you at all, do I?”
Satoru sighed dramatically. “It’s not that I don’t understand how you feel-”
“You clearly don’t!”
“-but don’t you think you should try to be more rational about this? It’s not like anything has really changed. So calm down, it’s not cute when girls get all hysterical.”
“I’m not hysterical!” you exclaimed.
“Aren’t you being too mean?” Suguru asked calmly.
“I don’t think so,” Satoru responded. “But even if I were, she likes the attention.”
You blinked at him, your jaw falling open as you waited for that statement, that cruel accusation, to make more sense. From behind those black lenses, he met your stare evenly, gleefully waiting for your reaction. "You think that I..." you began, the words trailing off.
"I think that you... what?” Satoru asked, feigning cluelessness.
“I don’t care about—about attention,” you told him, the word coming out twisted and awkward. “That’s not what this is about at all.”
“Ah, but it is,” Satoru said. “And it always has been.” He tapped a finger against the rim of his sunglasses, grinning. “I can see right through you, babe."
The pet name made you wince. You’d asked him before not to use them, especially since Satoru only seemed to have an affinity for calling you names at the absolute worst of times. “You’re wrong.”
"Wrong?” he repeated, considering the word. “Hm, that doesn’t sound like me at all. Shall I give you the evidence?”
“What evidence?” you asked.
“First,” he exclaimed, holding up one long finger. “You prance around the office every day wearing these cute little skirts.” He pinched the hem of your skirt and tugging it up higher before you swatted him away. “And then you get mad when I try to see what’s underneath.”
“That’s because I-” you protested, roughly shoving your skirt back down, but he cut you off before you could get out any sort of argument.
“Second,” he continued, raising a second finger. “You like it when I tease you but play hard to get.”
“I don’t like-”
“Third,” he put up another finger, “you’re constantly using your sneaky feminine wiles to seduce me even though you insist you want to wait.”
“Sneaky… feminine… wiles?” you repeated, your eyebrows furrowing.
Satoru hummed in agreement, playing at being deadly serious despite how ridiculous that was to even think, let alone say with a straight face.
“I don’t know what that means,” you told him. “But I have never tried to seduce you.”
“You haven’t? Really? I’m just not sure I can really believe that,” Satoru said. “You wanna know what I think? I think you know exactly what you’re doing, you’re just embarrassed that you got caught in the act. I think you don’t wanna admit it because then you’d have to be honest about the kind of girl you really are.”
“I think,” Suguru said, “that you still have no idea how to talk to women.”
“It’s fine,” Satoru said, waving his hand dismissively. “She likes it.”
“I don’t!” you exclaimed, your face on fire and your heart beating hard against your stomach, tears burning at your eyes out of sheer and terrible humiliation. “This is… is out of line and it… It has nothing to do with what’s going on.”
“And what is that you think is going on, exactly?” Satoru asked.
“You’re,” you shot another glance towards Suguru, swallowing hard, “you’re violating jujutsu law,” you said.
“Huh? You’re still stuck on that?” Satoru asked, frowning.
“I…” you began, at an utter loss of words. Then you just shook your head, overwhelmed. “I’m leaving.” You stood up on shaky legs, having every intention of getting out of here, of running away as fast as you could. Maybe that was naïve, but you just wanted out, to get away from them, from this.
“Oh no you’re not,” Satoru said, the last word accentuated with a grunt as he grabbed you by the waist, twisting you around and tugging you down onto his lap. When you yelped and struggled, his arms only tightened, keeping you pinned against him. “You came here for a reason, hm? You never actually told me what it was. Must have been pretty important to be so rude and come into someone’s place without even knocking.”
“Stop,” you said, struggling hard to get out of Satoru’s unyielding hold. You only realized that was a mistake when you felt him tense up, his breath catching because all of your fighting and squirming had really only amounted to you grinding against his lap. You froze. All you could smell was his cologne, all you could feel was the solid strength of his body. Normally you pulled away before things went too far, before they got intimate to the point of sexual. You didn’t want to be cheap, you knew who Satoru was. After pursuing you for months, you figured he’d lose interest as soon as he got what you wanted, so you kept him at arm’s length, wondering if he’d give up when his girlfriend didn’t put out. Tonight was supposed to be different, but it wasn’t like you could even think to want that now. “I-I didn’t mean…” you said weakly. “Just let me go, please. I’m sorry for coming in, I shouldn’t have. I’m really sorry.”
“Should I leave?” Suguru asked, raising a thin eyebrow.
“No, we’d love it if you stayed,” Satoru said, overly enthusiastic and sweet. “You’ve been thinking about it too, haven’t you? I mean… She’s just your type. I’m surprised you passed her up when you had the chance.”
“I had other things on my mind,” Suguru said, seemingly amused. His dark eyes raked across your body. The struggling had hiked your skirt even further up your thighs, Satoru’s grabbing hands tugging the neckline of your shirt down just a little too far, revealing the edge of your light pink bra. “But this is hardly ideal.”
“Wait, don’t tell me you've taken a vow of celibacy to match that silly costume of yours,” Satoru said, laughing. His voice lowered, his hand raising as if to muffle his terrible stage whisper. “You know what they call him? The modern day Buddha. Isn’t that hilarious?"
“Zen priests aren’t necessarily celibate, actually,” Suguru said. “Isn’t that common knowledge?”
Satoru ignored that, quickly changing tactics. "Ah, I get it, you don't wanna share, do you?”
Share? That word made your breath catch, something about it and its meaning getting stuck between your ears and brain and making you so overly aware of every place yours and Satoru’s body were touching.
"You’ll make it a competition," Suguru said dismissively. “I’m not interested.”
"Why, 'cause I'd win?”
Suguru snorted.
"What are you talking about?" you asked loudly, speaking over them. Both men blinked at you as if surprised by the outburst. The question was, honestly, kind of redundant. You knew what they were talking about, you knew the only place that this could lead.
"Don’t act like you don’t know,” Satoru said, his voice low. “You came over to have sex with me, right? Well, there’s no reason to be selfish. I don’t mind sharing.”
"No,” was all you said in a hoarse half-whisper, ice dropping hard into your stomach because even though you knew, the fact that Satoru would just say it, the fact that he had no shame in practically whoring you out to the most dangerous curse user in the world, was terrifying beyond what you could rationally express.
"Why’re you so surprised? Haven't you ever watched a porno?” Satoru asked. “Two guys, one girl who has to apologize for something naughty she did. Usually, the lead actress is dressed in a sexier outfit, but this isn’t bad.” He was looking over your shoulder, pulling your shirt down just a little more to watch the way your chest heaved with each breath, the way it pushed your breasts against the soft cups of your bra. “No? Maybe you're too innocent for that kind of thing. I guess it’s not exactly appropriate content for a prude like you. But, ah, don’t worry about it. As a teacher, I know that it’s better to learn through practical experience."
“Don’t let him fool you,” Suguru told you. “Not all men are like this freak.”
"That’s true," Satoru agreed with a grin. "But you're worse than me when it comes to girls, Suguru, so stop trying to act all superior to win her over."
"Worse than you? You only say that because girls have always liked me more,” Suguru responded. Then he shrugged. “Personally, I find porn distasteful."
"I watch it for the plot!” Satoru told him. “The acting is hilarious. Not to mention the music.”
“I just want to leave,” you said quietly, urgently, still stuck in a tailspin as you tried to figure out if this was some sort of weird, elaborate practical joke.
“Why? You wanted this to happen, didn’t you? You like both of us, right?” Satoru asked, nuzzling his face against your neck. You didn’t say anything, unable to even think of a response. “See, now the girl would say something coy. Or, if it’s one of the super perverted videos, she’ll beg them not to. I guess she’s trying to protect her virtue or something, saving face. Usually I find it really annoying, but… in a way, it might be out of character if you didn’t. Even though you love the attention, you always get so upset when I tease you.”
“Please, Satoru-”
“Exactly! Just like that.”
“Geto, please-”
“See, Suguru? She wants you, too. I promise to play fair.”
You could see the moment Suguru’s complaints and self control completely gave way, those dark eyes of his dragging over you once more. He stood up, shucking off his jacket and uncaringly tossing it over the back of the chair before sitting on the couch. “It’s okay, I won’t let him go too far,” he told you with a half smile that invalidated whatever comfort the words might have been offering, speaking calmly like you weren’t on the verge of breaking down, like you weren’t beyond even struggling against Satoru’s hold because even though so much of your brain fought to reject this, there was a part of you that was forcefully tethered to reality, to the sensation of Satoru’s body against yours, the weight of his obvious erection, the scent of him filling your head with each dizzying breath.
“Oi, just remember,” Satoru said, “she’s my girlfriend.”
“This was your idea,” Suguru pointed out.
“That’s because I’m nice,” Satoru said. Without warning, his hand landed with a muffled slap against your clothed cunt, making you jolt and squeak in distress. He laughed, each puff of air displacing the fine hairs on the back of your neck. “I told you she liked the attention. It’s something I noticed pretty early on. Whenever I start bein’ a little mean, she gets really wet.”
“I’m not!” you said, trying to close your thighs around his hand, to pry his arm off of you so you could escape. “You’re wrong, you’re-”
“Oho, I am?” Satoru asked.
“Yes!”
“What do you think, Suguru?” Satoru asked in a sweet-sounding coo. “You’re the expert on girls, after all.”
Suguru rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you just check?”
“That’s an excellent suggestion! What do you think?” he asked you. “If I’m wrong, I’ll let you go. It’s not like I’d want to do anything you didn’t want.”
“I don’t wa-” Satoru’s palm ground against you through the fabric of your panties and your attempt at denial cut off with a sound you didn't dare think was a moan.
“Then there’s no harm in checking, hm?” he asked.
Satoru slid off the couch before you could respond, letting you drop sideways as he fell onto his knees. You tried to scramble away, using your newly freed arms, but Suguru caught you, throwing one of his legs across the length of the couch to pull you against his warm torso. Easily adjusting to your shift in position, Satoru pried your knees apart so he could fit between them. It was wrong to see the jujutsu legend on his knees in front of you, the position just a little too cramped for his height, forcing him to stoop over just a bit. It was erotic, although you couldn’t tell if the thrill that went through you was even sexual in nature, just that it was frightened and hot and sickening.
“All right, let’s see…” Satoru said, pushing the fabric of your skirt up and spreading your legs a little more with a strength you couldn’t possibly fight. He whistled, his glasses-covered gaze fixed resolutely on your clothed pussy. “You wore these for me, right?” he asked, running his fingers over the delicate light pink fabric. “And already made such a mess of them...” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head in mock disapproval.
“No!” you squeaked. “I-I haven’t, that’s not-”
“It’s not from you?” Satoru asked, blinking up at you from beneath a set of white eyelashes. “I guess I’ll need to take a closer look.” He grabbed his sunglasses and flicked them closed, tossing them behind himself without any regard for the fact that they were designer, the fact that they likely cost more money than you’d ever even consider spending on any accessory. Then his long fingers hooked beneath the hem of your panties, his brilliant blue eyes hungrily fixed between your legs.
“Stop, please, Satoru, please,” you begged. You weren’t even sure what it was, exactly, that you were begging for anymore. Because he was right, you knew he was right and you were disturbingly wet. But you couldn’t want this, if you admitted that there was even a sliver of you that wanted this, the shame and disgust would eat you alive. “Geto, please, make him stop.”
Suguru laughed lightly, a little dryly. “Not even I can stop Satoru when he’s like this.”
“Feel free to keep begging, though,” Satoru said, peeking up at you. “You sound so weak and pathetic, maybe I’ll start to feel bad.” He tugged on your panties, practically having to peel the fabric away from your dripping cunt. “Then again,” he licked his lips, letting out an unsteady breath, “maybe not.” The panties weren’t elastic enough to stretch between your spread knees, the lace and silk ripping as he forced them down and off, clearly getting impatient. “Whoops,” he said, not even slightly apologetic as the ruined underwear drooped around your ankle.
Without the barrier, he readjusted your thighs wider, using his thumbs to separate your labia and expose you to his eyes entirely. A high keen left you, your eyes squeezed shut and body tense enough you felt like you were about to shatter apart. It wasn’t like you were a prude but, even consensually, receiving like this made your skin crawl with discomfort. The loss of control, trusting another person to touch you, allowing them that level of dominion over your body wasn’t so much arousing as it was distressing. And Satoru Gojo was worse than any of them because comparatively, you were weak. Comparatively, there was no trust. You thought—hoped—that he was the selfish type, you could handle selfish guys and still get yours, but this wasn’t like that and the humiliation laid hot and low in your gut, stinging at your eyes and making your heart hammer against your ribs.
“Ah, babe, you’re soaked,” Satoru said. “Gonna get it all over the couch and everything.”
“No!” you squealed, your breathing haphazard. Maybe you’d hyperventilate and pass out. Maybe you’d wake up and realize this was just some sick dream.
But then Satoru blew lightly against your hole and you writhed, feeling the way you clenched hard around nothing, feeling the way fresh arousal dripped out of you, slipping a wet trail against your skin. Suguru drew in a sharp hiss of air, making you realize that he’d gotten you into this position so you would be pressed up against his erection. You barely even cared because Satoru was sinking two long fingers into you, uncaring that two was a bit much to start with when his hands were so much larger than yours, uncaring of the filthy squelch as he drove them deep. Your back arched against Suguru, your head falling back.
You wanted to scream, you wanted to fight, but too much of you was overwhelmed past that. You had never been a very loud person, all you could manage were these soft puffing sort of moans, lower sounds of distress when he was too rough. Satoru clearly wasn’t worried about being considerate, not worried about the aching stretch or the cruelty of how deep he was going.
“It hurts,” you told him, your eyes shut so you didn’t have to watch it happen, an attempt to distance yourself from it all.
“I bet, you’re really tight. Just relax a little, hm? I’ll make it better,” Satoru told you, his long fingers curling against your g-spot.
Your eyes popped open in pleasure or fear or some disturbing mixture of the two. “No—oh!” you squeaked, shuttered because as soon as you began to struggle and object, Satoru rubbed a hard little circle against your clit. The dual sensations made you whine, your thighs trembling and head shaking from side to side, the word no on your lips even as you moaned, even as your pussy tightened and tried to suck him in deeper.
“You don’t have to deny what you feel,” Suguru told you, his voice low, brushing your ear and making you shudder. “I’m sure you think there nobility in it, but there’s nobody here to judge you.” You whimpered, your head still tossing in an attempt to deny him.
“She’s hopeless,” Satoru said.
“Not entirely,” Suguru responded, dropping his arm around your hips to keep you still, easily finding the zipper of your dress and tugging it down with the other. It was a sundress—the straps were only thick enough to cover the pink ribbon-like straps of your bra, easily snapped apart when he got annoyed at your refusal to let him pull them down your arms. The bodice dropped limply around your waist.
“Cute!” Satoru cooed, his hands not stopping. If you were to find the courage to look down, you knew that he didn’t even have to look at what he was doing to make you tremble and shake. “And just for me... Wow, I’m so flattered.”
“N-no,” you denied, barely even thinking about what you were rejecting.
“No?” Satoru repeated, a slightly dangerous edge in his voice. The cruel kind you heard when his teasing went beyond playful, when he smelled blood in the water and got ready to pounce. “No, you didn’t wear this just for me?” he asked with a harsh, filthy thrust of his fingers. “No, you’re not dripping around my fingers, ruining my couch?” Another hard thrust made you wail, your hands helplessly curling into Suguru’s arm. “No, you’re not tight and sensitive because you’ve been waiting for me to take care of you?” The dissonance of disgusted despair and arousal only made you gush around his fingers, the slick squish of each thrust so unbearably loud in your ears.
It felt like your brain was shorting out, sputtering as it tried to process the pleasure and the situation and the heavy, inescapable feeling of being stuck between the two men. Suguru kept rolling his hips against your ass, letting the way Satoru was fingering you meet the mock thrusts. His hand cradled your chin up so he could press light kisses against your neck, make you writhe by scraping your teeth against the sensitive skin, close his lips to suck lightly.
“Which one, sweetheart?” Satoru asked, leaning his head against your thigh and looking up at you with his lovely eyes like he wasn’t shamelessly, relentlessly fucking you with his fingers.
“I-I don’t…” You couldn’t breathe right, your skin felt tight and hot. The ball of tension was becoming impossible to ignore and you knew you were going to come just like this. More than that, you wanted to come. You knew you should have been struggling and fighting and denying them but you couldn’t remember why anymore, you couldn’t think for the hot press of pleasure filling you up.
“You don’t know?” Satoru asked. “Is that what you meant? If you don’t know, then why would you say anything in the first place?”
“Stop talking,” Suguru said, groaning when you whined, your hands clutching at his arms. Not to push them off, just for something to hold onto. “She’s close.”
“Yeah, yeah, I can tell. Fuck, she’s tight,” Satoru said, his voice unsteady. “Even if you don’t watch porn, d’you at least know the tags?” His voice was mixing and layered with the slick clicking sound of him finger fucking you and you couldn’t pay attention to his words, not when the calloused pads of his fingers were easily massaging against the spongy spot inside of you with each clever thrust. Not when he was so relentlessly toying with your puffy clit. Not when Suguru was leaving hickies along your neck, sucking and licking and nipping at the skin. Satoru didn’t seem to care about your preoccupation, going on without expecting an answer. “Ya know, like creampie, amateur, big tits… that sort of thing.”
“Ye-yeah,” you gasped out. Did you know? You weren’t even sure, you were agreeing because that seemed like what he wanted.
“I never would have thought you’d become such a degenerate, Satoru,” Suguru said, his breath ghosting over your neck, cooling the wet bites he’d left and making you shudder.
“At least I don’t roleplay as a priest,” Satoru responded, his pace not faltering for even a second. “Anyway, one of the tags—oi, are you listening at all? No? Ah, whatever—is spitroast. You know that one?”
“Please,” you whined. “Please, I-”
“Do you?” he asked, pushing a third finger into you roughly, scissoring and curling them in a way that made your feet kick and back arch, a wail leaving your gasping mouth because even though it hurt, even though it was too much, it felt good.
“No!” you said. “No… P-please, Satoru, I-”
“I know,” Satoru said. “You wanna come on my fingers, right? I know you do... makin’ such a mess. Go on, come for me. Give us a show.”
Truthfully, he hadn’t even finished speaking before you were already clamping down hard on his fingers, your body drawing up unbearably taut and back arching against Suguru. Each thrust of Satoru’s fingers sounded so sloppy, the power behind each one grinding you right up against Suguru’s erection. Slick arousal gushed around his fingers and you absolutely were making a mess on his couch but you didn’t even care, you couldn’t even think because Satoru worked you through your orgasm with relentless vigor, pinching and rubbing your clit, making sure that you were trembling and spent before he finally let up, letting you fall bonelessly against Suguru.
“Good job,” Satoru cooed sweetly, making you whine a final time as he pulled out with a final slow drag against your g-spot. “A worthy performance from my leading lady, I’d say. What do you think Suguru?” His voice was there, you heard him clearly, but your head still felt foggy. There was a sense of desperation to lose yourself in it because those few seconds of oblivious peace when you were coming was far better than considering the reality you were in.
“If you were serious,” Suguru said, “you’d better have a nicer place in mind than this.”
“What’s wrong with right here?” Satoru asked.
“She’ll get rug burn.”
“Ah, good point. I guess this means we’d better move to the bedroom,” Satoru said with a sigh. “What a drag.”
“Wait,” you said, squirming against Suguru and pushing the skirt of your dress down to cover yourself.
“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely fuck you on the couch next time,” Satoru told you with a smile, like that was what you were worried about. He pulled you up to your unsteady legs, letting you lean heavily against him as your head spun. “Come on, Suguru.” Satoru held out an arm, inviting Suguru to join in the awkward huddle. When he didn’t move, Satoru waved his arm a bit. “C’mon, I doubt walking is comfortable with that third leg of yours.”
Suguru snorted, shaking his head as he stood up and let Satoru get ahold of him. “Get help.”
Satoru laughed, was still laughing as the air distorted, the pressure changing slightly from the spatial displacement of the three of you popping into existence in a different room. You had seen him use his abilities for silly things before, but that had to be a new low on that count and if you weren’t so busy freaking out as you realized that you were in Satoru’s bedroom, you might have told him so.
The first thing you noticed was that it was dark, windowless, and lit only by muted light strips set along the seam of the ceiling and wall. Despite the lack of windows, the room felt well ventilated and cool enough to make you shiver, the smell of him dizzying your head with each panicked little breath you took in. Cedarwood and French lavender and white blooms and citrus and intoxicating, too much when you were still pressed flush to his hot body, when you were still shaking and feeling the uncomfortable mess of arousal slick up your trembling thighs.
“Hey, you’ve given a blowjob before, right?” Satoru asked. “I mean, you’re not a virgin, are you?”
“I’m not,” you said.
“Aha, that’s good. Upsie daisy,” Satoru said in a sing-song voice, picking you up and all but tossing you onto his bed without any sort of warning. You bounced, desperately trying to keep your dress up, your heart racing a mile a minute.
“W-wait, Satoru, this is-” you protested, scrambling to get off the bed. Someone caught you, pushing you back by the neck. Not enough to choke you, just to keep you in place. You clawed at his hand, staring up with wide eyes. You wished it wasn’t so dimly lit, or perhaps you wished it was a little bit darker because as it was, Suguru was a shadowy figure, the thin light making his angular features that much more sharp, darkening his already dark eyes. “Geto, I…”
“There’s no need to be so formal,” Suguru said in a sweet voice, completely at odds with the sexually charged way he was pinning you down. “It’d be better if you relaxed a bit.”
“I-I can’t,” you said, shaking your head. “I don’t…”
“Are you still afraid of me?” he asked. You looked for Satoru, but he was on the other side of the room, digging around in a drawer.
“No,” you whispered.
“I was sad to leave you, you know,” he said.
“I don’t believe you,” you told him, refusing to meet his dark eyes.
“It’s true. I’m a little jealous of that freak,” he said, running his fingers lightly through your hair, over your jaw. “But you liked me first, hm? I wonder, did you ever think about something like this?”
You were about to say something, deny him without so much as thinking about the words, but Suguru dragged you up by the neck to more comfortably arrange you. When you tried to clamp your legs together, knowing what was about to happen, he used his knee to keep your thighs apart, the fabric scraping against the sensitive skin. Surprise pulled a garbled choking sound out of you, a panicked squeak of a cry as he ran his fingers through your slick folds. Your legs kicked, your body writhing, but it wasn’t hard for Suguru to keep you in place by your neck. Pleasure sparked and spread through you easily, your body already warmed up and ready for more as he began rubbing fast, dirty patterns against your clit, scooping slick out of your dripping cunt so his fingers could glide over the swollen bud.
“Geto, ss-stop,” you begged. The fingers around your neck tightened slightly in a warning. “Suguru, please,” you tried again desperately.
“Better,” he said, sinking two fingers into you. Your mouth fell agape, but there was no noise because the sound of his fingers inside of you was beyond obscene and you couldn’t help but tighten around them, couldn’t help but feel everything as your inner walls fluttered and squeezed his fingers to suck them deeper. “He was right, you are tight,” Suguru told you, his control slipping and voice lowering. “And shameless. Are you going to come for another man while your boyfriend is watching?”
That was mean, striking against his sweet voice and making your stomach muscles clench, your heart dropping. “No!” you said with as much conviction as you could muster, trying to force down the rising swell, trying to pry his hand out from between your legs.
And then there was the weight of another body on the bed, a set of hands forcing yours up so he could shove your skirt up around your hips and expose Suguru’s hand as he worked it in and out of your sopping pussy. Your eyes popped open, meeting the sparkling blue of Satoru’s gaze. Even in the near dark, his irises caught the light, giving him an inhuman look as he flashed you that manic grin. But he was more interested in your body than your teary, pleading eyes, dragging his gaze along your heaving chest, the way the fabric of your dress was bunched in an obscene display around your waist, your restlessly opening and closing thighs. His heavy, heady, burning blue gaze was constantly drawn back to the hand driving you closer to coming, his tongue swiping over his pink bottom lip as he watched. “It looks like you are,” he said. “You’re greedy, expecting everybody else to take care of you.”
“Please, no, I can’t… I-I-”
“You will. For me,” Suguru told you. Unlike Satoru, he was watching your face, devouring your helpless, confused reactions, hungrily enjoying the way you writhed and moved beneath him, the way you whimpered and your lips fell open when he pressed down against your windpipe a little too hard, how your eyelids fluttered, how your skin was so shiny and flushed.
You shook your head but it was meaningless, you didn’t even know what you were denying. Suguru’s fingers were a little thicker than Satoru’s, sporting more callouses from using weapons. He wasn’t trying to fuck you like Satoru had, thrusting hard enough to make your body jolt up and down. No, Suguru worked against that spongy spot inside of you with mechanical precision, rubbing your clit in a way that made your hips jerk and body shake. It made you want more, to feel the rough slide of something filling you deeply and making your body bounce, but the way his fingers focused solely on the most sensitive spots was also too much, torturous in a way you’d never experienced. There was an overstimulating feeling to it, like your body was overwrought with too much pleasure, making it actively painful that you weren’t coming, like you were teetering on the edge of orgasm and being held there as the rest of your body caught up to the sensations.
There was nothing you could do. Just gasp and moan and cry and helplessly feel the tight coil of pleasure in your core wind and wind and wind, all of your control ripped out of your clawing, grasping hands. Your eyes squeezed shut, tears slipping into your damp hairline.
“No,” Suguru told you, releasing your neck to grab your chin, his fingers suddenly falling still. It made you whine in genuine panic, your hips jumping in an attempt to get more friction. “Look at me when I’m touching you.” It wasn’t that his voice was hard or domineering, although the command was obvious. Rather, there was something playful about his tone, an intensity beneath it that really confused you, that made you whimper as you met his eyes.
“That’s cruel,” Satoru said. But there was no pity in his voice, only amusement. You looked over at him, half undressed and palming himself through his underwear.
“Not him,” Suguru told you, pulling your face towards him again with slightly too much strength. “Unless you don’t want me to let you come.” The threat was edged by the undulating movements of his fingers. Slow enough to just tease your clit, to just press against your g-spot. Enough to keep you on edge and distracted.
You gripped his wrist, trying to get him to let up on your jaw, and let out a shuddery breath. Madness danced on the edges of your brain and you couldn’t think. You wanted it, but if you asked, that would make you complicit. It was too terrible, too cruel, and fresh tears formed in your eyes. “Please, Suguru,” you finally said, panting and trying hard to keep your composure, to tell yourself that this was fine, that it wasn’t your fault, that you were too far gone and pleasure-drunk and couldn’t be expected to do anything except what they told you.
“Please what?” he asked and you wanted to scream because that sounded an awful lot like something Satoru would say to tease you, except it was worse with him because Suguru’s amusement was warm, his interest wasn’t in making you react, it was in making you submit.
“Please, Suguru, ma-make me… me come,” you forced out.
“All you had to do was ask,” he said, picking back up right where he’d left off. Your eyes widened, your breath catching at the way the break only seemed to have intensified every sensation. Too much, it was way too much for all at once, too much when you were looking at him in fear that he’d stop again, too much when you were burning with humiliation, too much when you knew that they were both watching, that Satoru was touching himself as he watched your pussy squeeze and gush around Suguru’s hand. Watching as you were pushed close to another orgasm, watching you tense up and tighten and squirm as you reached your release, watching you-
Those thoughts ballooned and became overwhelmingly nonsensical as you came hard, your pussy clamping Suguru’s fingers like a vice and your entire body stiffening and convulsing before coming undone, pleasure shivering through your gut, your chest, your limbs, your head, making some sort of sense of everything as you moaned and panted your way through it, slick gushing past his fingers and making a mess on the sheets, your clit pulsing beneath his fingers.
When you were spent, Suguru pulled his hand out with a sickeningly wet shlick of a sound and let you collapse into the bed. You felt too loose, too hot, like your body was melting. Dizziness rushed through you as you got to your elbows, closing your trembling thighs with a wince at how overly sensitive your clit was. You felt vague, confused. More than that, or perhaps less. Floaty, sick, numb, your entire body was fever flushed and buzzing. Part of it might have been the darkness, it obscured so much of what you considered reality and made it harder to rationally believe in this surreal situation, easier to accept it as it came as you would in a dreamlike state. The rest of it was them. Was the pulsing, pounding heart in your chest and the arousal between your legs.
Satoru had eagerly discarded his underwear at some point which didn’t really surprise you, nor did his lack of shame. What did surprise you—or maybe scare you—was the sight of his unclothed erection. He was hard, his cock curving upward and the tip flushed red, glistening with a pearly bead of precum. You’d seen naked men before, you’d had sex with other guys, but Satoru was always different. It was his divine mission in life to be a little—or a lot, in this case—more than everybody else. And size was good, right? Girls were always talking about how they wanted a boyfriend with a huge dick. But you were laying there in the feverish haze of post orgasm clarity and unable to figure out how, anatomically, this was going to work out.
He smiled, his hand wrapping around the shaft to give you a show because he knew he was gorgeous. Satoru knew your glazed eyes couldn’t help but trace from the pale ridge of his collarbones to his muscular arm to the long-fingered hand he was using to gracefully stroke his cock from root to tip, his lovely eyes drinking in whatever wide eyed expression you were wearing as you stared.
“So messy…” Suguru said looking at how fingers glistened in the low light from the way you’d soaked them, pulling your attention from Satoru. He was almost entirely clothed which couldn’t have been comfortable considering the bulge in his pants, but he seemed more concerned with the evidence of your arousal coating his skin. His head titled, his silky dark curtain of hair falling back with the movement, and he smiled at you, holding out his hand. “Clean it up.”
It was obvious what he meant, what he expected. And, all things considered, it wasn’t even that big of a request. But it was dirty, it required you to obey. “No,” you said, once again stupidly trying to adjust yourself to regain some semblance of modesty, to find something to steady yourself.
Suguru just sighed, leaning forward and grabbing you by the hair. Your mouth opened to tell him to stop, but he took the opportunity to push his fingers inside. All you could taste was yourself, salty and musky and not exactly good but erotic in the same uncomfortable way that most sexual things were. Drool dripped out around his fingers as he worked them against your tongue, rubbing them along the smooth insides of your cheeks, seeing how far back he could push them until you choked a little, jerking back against the hand tangled in your hair.
“Ah, yeah, I forgot to mention,” Satoru said. “Suguru is a complete control freak. It’s a little spooky, honestly. Who knows what he’ll do if you disobey him?”
“It was her mess in the first place,” Suguru said, pulling his fingers out of your mouth with a messy dribble of saliva, a string of it connecting to him before it snapped. He tapped your cheek with his wet fingers, wearing an infuriating half smile as he caught your eyes. It felt like submission when you were the first to look away, drawing up in shame, but he seemed fine with it, his hands going to his belt.
“My poor little girlfriend,” Satoru said, grabbing you from behind as Suguru undressed. “So weak and pathetic, trapped between two mean, mean men.” He snapped the clasps on the back of your bra and pulled it off of you alongside the ruined scraps they’d made of your dress, pressing himself against your back, grinding his erection against your bare ass, his large hands kneading and playing with your tits, pinching your nipples to make you writhe, unintentionally grinding back against him. “Whatever will she do?”
“Satoru, stop,” you pled, trying to get away, trying and failing to not look as Suguru stripped. His shirt went first, damp with sweat and cast aside easily. It wasn’t fair that he was so perfectly sculpted, muscular yet lithe. He shoved his pants and underwear down in one go and the flushed head of his cock sprung up against his stomach. He caught it, stroking the shaft with a heavy breath, a low groan. You watched him with the shamelessness they accused you of, an involuntary “oh” leaving your mouth, a sound like you’d been hit in the stomach because you really were going to break between the two of them, that was the only way this was going to work.
“Not to make it weird,” Satoru said, looking over your shoulder to ogle with you, “but-”
“Then don’t say it,” Suguru told him.
“What?” Satoru asked. “I was gonna be nice. You insecure or something?”
“No, I’m just sick of listening to you,” Suguru said. He slid off the bed so your face would be more or less at dick level when you leaned forward and you knew why, you knew what he expected, you knew what was going to happen, but you couldn’t really wrap your head around it. Or, you were worried you wouldn’t be able to wrap your mouth around it.
“I don’t think-”
“Spitroasting is basically what it sounds like,” Satoru said, cutting you off with his most teacher-like voice. “You blow him while I fuck you. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“He’s... too big,” you said, shaking your head. Not to mention the dick pressed against your backside, long and solid and intimidating.
“I believe in you,” Satoru said, tweaking your nipples to make you squirm against him before tossing you onto your hands and knees in front of Suguru. A feeling beyond arousal or even nausea was clawing at the back of your throat as a single, fleeting thought popped into your head. Confusion. The difficulty of trying to figure out how you’d gotten from point A to point B, how it was that you—careful, cautious you who never acted without thinking and tried to maintain control over everything you did—wound up here.
“If you tense up, it’ll only be more difficult,” Suguru said, picking up a lock of your hair and brushing it back, a gesture that was oddly affectionate, bringing your attention back up to him. “So relax.”
To your ringing ears, something about Suguru’s voice was enticing, convincing. You swallowed hard and nodded, shuffling forward. A part of your burning brain knew you should have been fighting them harder, you shouldn’t have been allowing yourself to be an active participant, but instead, you raised your hand and tentatively wrapped it around the base of his cock. Hot and solid, it twitched beneath your hand. His size was intimidating, but you thought that you could probably do it. Blowjobs had always been easier than sex for you, it required a lot less vulnerability, you didn’t have to give up control.
If you did this, then it would end. You could be done. That logic wasn’t entirely sound, but it felt right, it made sense.
Focusing only on what you were doing, you leaned forward to drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, digging into where the shaft met the swollen head before flattening it, swiping circles around the velvety flushed tip. Suguru’s hips jumped, a hum building in his throat. But he wanted more, of course he did. His cock pushed into your mouth when you pulled back to take a heavy breath, sliding across your lips. Usually, you preferred to spend more time working them up, you were told it was better that way, but Suguru was clearly impatient. You wanted to tell him to slow down, but you doubted that would work. You worried about what he’d do if you tried to order him around.
The positioning was slightly awkward but you obediently shuffled forward again, dropping your jaw and accepting his cock into your mouth. Bobbing your head, you moved your hand in downward strokes, catching the saliva to spread it down over the shaft. Suguru’s hand laid heavily on your head, his fingers curling lightly into your hair. When you hollowed your cheeks, sucking as you matched your strokes to the bobbing motion of your head, Suguru moaned. The sexual sound sent little tingles of excitement through you.
“Oho? Did you like that? You like making him feel good?” Satoru asked, pulled your hips up and forcing your thighs to spread.
Suguru pulled you down just a little further before you could react to Satoru, letting out another groan of approval. You could feel your pussy clench down around nothing in response, could feel the way Satoru was watching.
“Fuck… Sorry, Suguru I can’t-” Satoru’s words cut off with a groan as he swiped the thick head of his cock through your folds until it caught against your hole, driven inside with a harsh push and little grunt of effort, “-can’t wait.”
You tensed up at the intimidatingly heavy, thick press of his dick, the head forcing your entrance to stretch as your pussy fluttered around it. Tugging free of the light grasp he had on your hair, you pulled off Suguru with a slick pop. “Satoru, I-I-” Your words were cut off when Suguru hooked his fingers in the side of your mouth, pulling it open so his slick cock could slide back in, rubbing against your tongue with shallow little thrusts that dampened the objections you were trying to give.
“Don’t let him distract you,” Suguru said.
As if that were easy, as if you weren’t even capable of not being distracted when Satoru started moving, holding your hips still and hissing as he pushed into you. Too thick, too much, too deep, you felt like you were being split apart and he just kept going, kept nudging his hips forward even as you wailed and jerked. You were more aroused than you could recall ever having been before, loosened up by two orgasms and their fingers, but it still wasn’t enough to prepare you for this. Maybe if it were just Satoru, maybe if you were more comfortable, maybe if you didn’t feel on the verge of falling to pieces, maybe then it would be fine. But it wasn’t, it really wasn’t, and they didn’t seem to care.
It was impossible to make any sort of coherent sense out of what you were trying to say, your tongue pressed down by the weight of Suguru’s cock as he shallowly fucked your mouth. Then again, you knew they wouldn’t listen anyway. Your few moments of trying to rationalize this all, to make it better, to ignore the circumstances, were ripped away from you with the reminder of why this was happening in the first place. Suguru grabbed your arm and pulled it around his hips, forcing you to hug him so you could keep steady. It pushed him deeper into your mouth, but that seemed to be his goal anyway, regardless of the attempts you were making to tell him to stop. You weren’t giving him the attention he wanted, but your attempts at speaking had your tongue flicking and rubbing against his shaft as he forced you to continue bobbing down on his cock.
When Satoru’s balls finally met your skin and you were well and truly split apart—tears squeezing out of your eyes from the cleaving, pinching sensation, the heavy intrusion of his body forcing yours to accept his—he groaned, low and heavy. You could feel it from the way he was draped over yours, mounting you like an animal so he could snake an arm beneath you to hold your torso up.
Satoru laughed breathlessly. “Usually I find that waiting too long for something only leads to disappointment, but this-” Satoru pulled out a little, thrusting back in roughly and forcing you to take Suguru deeper, choking and drooling around him as he held you there, unable to breathe, just trying to force yourself to relax so you didn’t suffocate. “Oop, sorry,” Satoru said, not even attempting to sound apologetic, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that you were choking, fighting against your body because panicking would only make it worse. “What was I saying? Oh! Right, this was worth the wait. It’s starting to get fun.”
When Satoru pulled out, Suguru let you off. Enough to breathe at least, to keep yourself from gagging. But not far enough to really pull away, not far enough that you could articulate the words to tell Satoru to stop as his cock dragged across what felt like every single nerve ending inside of you, making you clench and flutter around him, making you shiver and whimper.
“Relax your throat this time,” Suguru told you.
You shook your head as best as you cold, panting out unsteadily and something that approximated the words “I can’t,” making their muffled way from around his cock.
“Only the weak cry and say they can’t,” Satoru said, “do you really want to be weak?” Almost as soon as the words were out, he moaned, his hips jumping forward in another disorganized, hard thrust that shoved Suguru’s cock deeper into your mouth. And Satoru was laughing. Breathlessly, manically. “If you don’t like it when I’m mean, why did you squeeze me so hard just now, hm?”
“You almost got it before,” Suguru told you. “Try again.”
“Here,” Satoru said. “I’ll wait a moment so you can concentrate, okay? Make sure to take really good care of Suguru.”
With Satoru buried so deep inside of you, trying to focus felt impossible, but you tried anyway. If you couldn’t and Suguru forced his cock further in anyway, a bruised throat and sore jaw wasn’t the only thing you had to worry about. So you forced some semblance of control over yourself, letting your jaw fall open wider, opening your throat. The basics of jujutsu were about controlling your body, your energy. This wasn’t the same, not even close, but if you thought about it that way, if you just focused, you could do it. Suguru hummed in approval, tugging you forward. You had no leverage to move on your own and your jaw was already aching and even though you imagined it was supposed to be nicer, the fact that he was taking his sweet time in fucking in and out of your mouth—forcing you to take him a little deeper with each pass—felt cruel. But you took it, hollowing your cheeks, sucking hard enough that each movement of his filled your ears with vulgar slurping, using your tongue as best you could.
Suguru moaned and this time you could feel the way you tightened around Satoru’s cock, making him groan in turn. His fingers played along the seam where your bodies were joined, around where your pussy was stretched around him, down to ghost over your puffy clit.
You were prepared for it when Suguru worked himself into your throat. Prepared for the way your body desperately wanted to reject the intrusion, the way it wanted to convulse and gag and make it stop. He held you there, your nose pressed into his public hair, jaw agonizingly sore, and throat aching. “You know what to do, don’t you?” Suguru asked. “You’ve done this before.”
Did you know? Unable to breathe, unable to struggle between the two of them, the lack of air began to get to you, making everything fuzzy, dizzy. But then his hand brushed against your throat and it clicked. You forced your body to fight the cooling, dizzying panic and swallow around him, your throat contracting painfully. He moaned his praise, letting you pull off to finally breathe. That sound got stuck inside of you. In your head, in your pussy as it spasmed around Satoru, in your core where pleasure was sparking up all over again.
As soon as the oxygen hit your system—your brain exploding with it, your body suddenly alight with stimulation—Satoru gave you three deep, heavy thrusts. You could hear your pussy squelch around him, the too-loud slap of skin against skin. Having been given a moment to breathe, for your brain to start back up, you could feel everything. The way the tip of his cock dragged across your g-spot, the way he hit your cervix, the way he forced your body to stretch, to accept him. Satoru was loud, his breathing heavy and harsh and half voice, moans and praise that you couldn’t make out. And then Suguru pulled you all the way back down again and you couldn’t fight it, couldn’t do anything but let it happen.
Between the two of them, they worked up a rhythm. It wasn’t perfect, they were out of sync because Satoru kept wanting to go harder, or faster, or slow down to watch his dick—glossy with your arousal—disappear into you. Even though it didn’t really stop being too much, your body wanted to adjust, wanted to accept his, wanted to take the pleasure he was fucking into you with each thrust. And anything you reacted to, he exploited, forcing your ass up higher so he could target your g-spot, rolling his hips while he was flush with your ass to make you writhe as you felt exactly how deep he was, fucking you hard and rough enough to make your ass bounce and sting. And all the while he moaned and muttered filthy things, groping your breasts with his long hands or digging his fingers into your skin, praising your body, your pussy, telling you how good you were, how good you felt.
Suguru was, if nothing else, more consistent. He expected more of your participation, wanted you to keep your throat relaxed and lips sealed and keep sucking and swallowing around him, but he didn’t erratically thrust into you. He coaxed you on with sweet-sounding moans, little grunts that made you want to do more, made you tighten and shiver. He was rough and demanding and cruel—fucking all of your moans out of your throat and stealing your breath until you felt ready to pass out, bruising your throat and making your jaw burn agonizingly—but he rewarded you in equal measure, giving you the praise you knew you were weak to.
Drunk on it, on them, lost in the filthy daze of being used, you knew you were getting close to coming again. It was unfair that you had to use your arms to support yourself because you knew that if you so much as nudged your swollen clit, you’d come.
“Okay,” Satoru exclaimed, thrusting into you hard enough that his skin clapped against yours as emphasis. “Gotta… get you… ready,” he said, pulling out for a moment as he scrambled behind you. You didn’t know what that meant, only that you mourned the absence of him inside of you. When he easily pushed back in, you moaned low and long around Suguru. He shuddered, his hands tugging hard on your hair. “It might be a bit cold,” Satoru said. Your unasked question was answered when you heard the sound of a bottle sputtering a bit, followed by thick globs of something slick sliding into the cleft of your ass. It was cold, making you shiver and whine. Satoru ran his thumb through the mess, pressing past the tight ring of muscle of your back entrance. You squealed, bucking against him as you realized what he meant.
“Don’t scare her,” Suguru admonished, having pulled out to ensure you didn’t bite him.
“Oh, come on, don’t be a baby,” Satoru said, playfully smacking your ass.
“I haven’t…” you said brokenly, your jaw and throat aching horribly. “I’ve never-”
“That’s fine, I’ll be gentle,” Satoru told you, hooking his thumb around to push it deeper.
“No,” you said, trying to squirm away from him with a whine. “No, I don’t want to.”
“Most girls are fine with anal. I bet you’ll like it,” Satoru said. “You’ve gotta relax. It’s not gonna kill ya.”
“No… No, I refuse,” you said, trying to speak with more conviction. They hadn’t listened to you so far, but this was different. Suguru was stroking his cock, letting it tap against your cheek which really didn’t paint him as a magnanimous figure but you looked up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he’d see that this was too far, hoping that he wouldn’t let it happen. “Suguru, please don’t let him… I can’t.”
“Open your mouth for me,” Suguru said, “you’re not done.” He didn’t sound mean, not like you would have expected, but the needful way he spoke, the sweet way he caressed your cheek, only made it worse. You shook your head, pressing your lips together.
Satoru spanked you again, less playfully. The stinging pain made you cry out, but you felt yourself tighten around him, too, your pussy squeezing his cock as he rolled his hips in shallow little thrusts. “C’mon baby,” he cooed, so sweet compared to his actions.
You were right where you’d been from the beginning. Helplessly stuck between two of the most dangerous men in the world.
Blinking more tears, you opened your mouth and tilted your face up, squeezing your hands into fists at the ache of your jaw. Suguru moaned, immediately picking up where he’d left off. Satoru’s thrusts were less unsteady, but also far less focused now that he was working his fingers into you, eagerly stretching out your ass. It didn’t hurt as much as you might have expected with all the lube, nor was he as rough as he had been with your pussy, but it did feel wrong. Uncomfortable as he got a finger in, then two. Painful as he scissored and twisted them.
You whimpered and whined but there was nowhere to go, nothing you could do. Whenever you got distracted, Suguru reminded you to focus on what you were doing. Satoru kept thrusting and rolling his hips so his cock dragged against your g-spot, filling you with pleasure, pulling you back down onto him with the fingers in your ass. Your body didn’t know what to do with the assault of stimulation. It was all you could to hold on, to keep yourself balanced on your shaking arms, to keep from breaking apart when they were using you, fucking you between them like a toy.
And then Satoru slipped his other hand beneath your body and brushed your clit and that was it, all it took for you to draw up tense and let out a series of muffled moans that Suguru fucked out of your throat, the world going white and your brain clicking off as everything became right, in a way. Sexy, more manageable in your state of lust drunkenness. Satoru was moaning as well, giving up on preparing your ass as your cunt spasmed and milked his cock. He was practically humping you, his body half curled around yours, but you didn’t care because it was only making everything better, sweeter.
"Don't... come inside... her," Suguru said, his words heaving with his breathing.
"Why?" Satoru asked, his voice breathless and wild, stuttered with each thrust. "She’s my girlfriend."
"If you do,” Suguru said, his voice more controlled despite how tight it was, “you have to clean her up."
"Hah, that's almost… oh, oh fuck." Satoru’s thrusts stuttered, the sound of skin slapping skin getting even louder, more deliberate before he pulled out, sliding his dick up across the crease of your ass, jerking himself off with lewd wet sounds as the blunt head came to rest in the pool of excess lube.
Sensing your distraction, Suguru got even more demanding. It was easier for him now that you were still distracted, still floating in the cloud of momentary euphoria. You didn’t complain or try to draw away, all you could do to brace yourself against the edge of the bed and his thigh as he roughly fucked your mouth, going deep enough to hit your throat every time. You gagged and drooled and tried to hold on, your muffled sounds getting even louder as the tip of Satoru’s cock sought out your back entrance, pushing against the tight ring of muscle and forcing it to stretch around him. For a moment, you thought he was going to push all the way in, but you couldn’t do anything but wail and writhe and fight against the fact that Suguru wasn’t letting up and you couldn’t breathe. But Satoru didn't push in, his hips rocking as he fisted his cock, using the tip to stretch you open just enough for hot ropes of his cum to fill you up, mixing with the lube and spilling out of your ass, thinning with the slick still dripping from your cunt and oozing down your thighs. He moaned without any sort of filter or shame, muttering praises that you couldn’t make out over the ringing in your ears.
“You can do better than this,” Suguru told you, his voice soft and low and heavy with desire. It was cruel, but at least he let up a bit, giving you a chance to breathe in through your nose, to think enough to remember to use your tongue, to suck until your cheeks hollowed. It sounded filthy, it felt filthy and wet, tears and saliva and sweat all dripping from your face, getting into your mouth.
Satoru pulled away, scooping up some of the excess cum to push it back into your ass. The sensation made you twitch, your body unintentionally clenching around his fingers and a muffled cry making its way past Suguru’s cock, earning you a particularly hard thrust that practically slammed the back of your throat. "Hurry up,” Satoru said, uncaring of your plight as he pushed even more of his cum into you, twisting and scissoring his fingers. “She's so sloppy and tight…”
But Suguru wasn't listening. Neither were you, really, his words felt so far away, every bit of your awareness centered on the cock in your mouth, bumping the back of your throat. The hands fisted in your hair, the man above you moaning as you did your best to swallow and suck and lick because you knew that was the only way he'd let you go.
Satoru's off hand, the one he wasn’t using to finger your ass, snuck between your thighs. At first, he just brushed against your puffy, aching clit and that was enough to make you moan, unintentionally relaxing and letting Suguru fuck your throat deeper. Then he began to play with it, pinching and rubbing in the exact way your body wanted, tugging on the strands of pleasure from before. Trying to focus at the same time was difficult, but Suguru didn’t scold you. He was getting close, too, losing control just a little more. Your jaw was aching agonizingly and your throat was bruised and there was a chance you were going to pass out as his thrusts became even more erratic and punishing but pleasure was strange and dizzy and twisting like smoke in your head, making everything that much more hazy as you clung to the taut coil Satoru was building up with each little press against your clit.
Then Suguru said your name, drawn out and sweet and low, and it got caught up somewhere in your dizzy head, your sensitized body. The touch on your clit, the hands in your hair, your name on his lips, and the cock in your mouth were all that existed, all you needed to fall over that edge, coming hard as your pussy clenched down on nothing. Satoru was watching the way your hole spasmed and dripped, painfully empty, you could feel his eyes. But that didn't matter much when Suguru was coming too, burying himself in your throat with a soft, surprisingly sweet groan of pleasure. It was worse that it would happen when you were distracted because the first spurt of hot cum made you sputter and choke, you had to fight against your body and instincts to swallow around him, slurping and gagging and jerking as he fucked languidly into your mouth, making sure you got all of it.
When he pulled out, finally letting go of your hair and giving your stinging scalp rest, you coughed and choked, wondering if you were going to throw up or pass out. You did neither, collapsing onto your elbows in a sweaty heap on the bed. It was all you could do to just breathe. Suguru collapsed beside you, his breathing harsh. After a moment, he brushed your hair from your sweaty forehead, muttering a sweet sounding, “Good girl,” that you didn’t want to believe you wanted after the pain he’d caused but it soothed some disquieted part in your brain all the same.
Walking would be uncomfortable. Between the unsteady jelly of your legs and the soreness, you could already feel that. But you were too hot and too sweaty and too disgusting to even think about trying to rest. You needed to clean up and find something to wear so you could leave.
“Going somewhere?” Satoru asked as you adjusted to slide the edge of the bed. You glanced at him, his wild white hair, his sparkling blue eyes, the expression that made you unsure of what, exactly, that question was supposed to mean.
“I feel filthy,” you said, wincing at your ruined voice. “Where’s your bathroom?”
“What? You don’t think we’re done already?” he asked, smiling. When you didn’t reply, your heart sinking, he frowned. “Oh, so you did.”
Unbidden and hot, tears stung at your eyes. “But I… I already… I did what you…”
“It’s a bit late to play victim, don’t you think?” Satoru said.
“That’s not what I’m doing!” you exclaimed.
“Then why’re you crying?” he asked.
You said nothing, trying to fight down the wave of tears. What could you even say? You had no idea how he viewed this situation, no idea if he truly didn’t know why you would be upset. You didn’t know him at all.
Satoru sighed, wrapping his arms around you regardless of the fact that you were both hot and sweaty. “I’m sorry for being so mean,” he told you softly. “Maybe I’ve taken it a little too far.”
“I don’t-” you began, wriggling out of his hold.
“No no no!” he said, cutting you off and pulling you into his lap, your back pressed flush against his chest with his face buried in your neck. “I mean it! I just wanted to have some fun, I don’t want you to be upset.”
“Satoru…” you said, your body unintentionally relaxing against his as he pressed kisses across your neck, his hand creeping up the inside of your leg, his fingers spreading apart your puffy folds to expose your clit. You struggled again, whimpering at how raw you felt.
“We’ve made you feel good, haven’t we? I felt how hard you came for us, felt you gush all over my fingers and dick,” Satoru said, brushing his fingers over your clit. You choked out a pained moan, your embarrassed eyes flicking to Suguru before flitting away at the way he was watching. “You certainly made me feel good.” Satoru’s fingers curled into your pussy, rubbing the swollen walls with a surprisingly gentle touch out of regard for how sore you were. You shuddered, falling back against him even more. “What about you, Suguru?”
“She’s worth putting up with you,” Suguru said.
“Ouch, you make it sound like you hate me.” Satoru easily found your g-spot, using his thumb to tease against your clit at the same time. It felt like he was touching exposed nerves, too good bordering on pain.
“Don’t I?” Suguru asked.
“S-satoru,” you whimpered. “It hurts.”
“Does it?” he asked, nuzzling your neck. “I’ll make you come again, okay? Then it’ll feel all better.”
You really didn’t think that was true, but you knew you were going to come again. You couldn’t help it, he was being far more gentle than before, more like Suguru had, massaging that spongy spot inside of you while playing with your sensitive clit. The soreness registered, but so did something beyond that. Pleasure. Somehow. As soon as you recognized the feeling as it was, your hips jerked, a surprised moan ripped out of your sore throat. You clamped down on Satoru’s fingers as the orgasm rolled through you, grasping senselessly at his arms. Each time you rolled your hips, you could feel that Satoru was getting hard again. He was right that coming made it somewhat better, lessened the ache a little bit as your body tried to reconfigure it into the sweet white of pleasure.
“All right,” Satoru said, pulling his fingers from you. “Now it’s your turn, Suguru.” He pressed a kiss against your neck before releasing you.
A soft yelp of surprise left your mouth at the sudden shift, but Suguru caught you, pulling you close enough that your faces were almost touching. “Your… your turn for what?” you asked nervously, trying to regain your senses.
“To reward you,” he said sweetly, just for you to hear. “I think you’ve earned it.” Your breath caught and a shudder ran through you. This was… They were using you. This was manipulation. You knew those things at the same time that you didn’t, that their words just drifted over you because maybe you wanted to convinced, you felt dazed and your head was fuzzy and maybe it was easier to let it happen than it was to resist.
“Let us make you feel good, hm? You don’t even have to do anything, we’ll take care of it all,” Satoru said.
You let out an unsteady breath, not looking at either of them. “Okay.”
“I knew you’d come around,” Satoru said happily. “Why don’t you show Suguru how tight you are? Who knows, if you're good enough, he might even give up his life of crime and terror."
Suguru rolled his eyes, pulling you towards the head of the bed. “Maybe I’ll convince you to join me instead,” Suguru said. “That idiot is too much of a womanizer to deserve you.”
“Womanizer?” Satoru asked. “You’re wrong about that. I realized tonight that she’s the only girl for me. It might just be true love.”
Their conversation didn’t help the fact that you were unbearably awkward, your limbs heavy and cumbersome and Suguru pulled you to kneel astride his narrow hips. The implied power of riding someone usually made you feel confident, in control. But your thighs were trembling and your pussy felt sore and swollen and he was stroking his cock hard, watching the way your breathing was picking up again, the way you didn’t know where to look as the words “true love” bounced around in your head.
Unlike with Satoru who had been behind you, Suguru was allowing you to see the direct comparison of his dick and your body. A part of you marveled at the fact that you’d managed to take him all the way in your mouth—even if your aching jaw and bruised throat were evidence enough of the fact that it had been a painful fit—but most of you was just nervous.
“Do you need me to tell you what to do?” Suguru asked, his thumb sliding over the flushed head of his cock with confidence that you really felt didn’t suit a man lying naked beneath you.
“Oh? Do you need help, babe?” Satoru asked, cozying up behind you. You pulled in a sharp breath, tensing up.
“N-no, I-” But Satoru didn’t seem interested in your answer, taking hold of your hips to push you towards Suguru’s erection. Guiding it with a hand wrapped around the shaft, Suguru pulled his cock through your slick folds. The flushed head caught on your clit, pulling a shiver and a high-pitched keen through you. Everything felt raw. There was pleasure, but you could see how red and swollen you were, could feel it even after Satoru made you come again. Or maybe that just made it worse?
Suguru adjusted himself, pushing until his dick pressed heavily against your hole. He hissed, his hips jumping just a little, and you had no idea how much of your movement was yours, not when Suguru was pushing your thighs wider, not when Satoru was forcing your hips down, not when your body was just making room for him regardless of the painful drag of his cock against your raw walls, the aching stretch of being filled. The sounds you were making were surprised, high pitched and stuttered as you panted. You felt surprised, your eyes wide and mouth agape as you tried to figure out how to interpret the sensations, as you tried to understand what was happening and make sense of why. It took a bit of work for you to get fully seated on his cock, mostly because by that point you were trying to struggle. But with Suguru thrusting upward while Satoru keeping you pushed down, it worked out.
“How’s it feel, babe?” Satoru asked.
“S-sore,” you whimpered, trying to pull off. “To-too much.”
“No, hold still,” Suguru told you, his voice too tense to convey composure, but too rigid for you to disobey. You whined but did as he said. Even though you were still, you panted like you were running a marathon. “Calm down, you’ll only make it harder for yourself that way. I’m going to make you come. Be good and stay just like that.”
“No!” you cried, trying to keep your body still despite your panic because he was right, it could be worse. “I can-can’t. Not again.”
“I bet you can,” Satoru said. He was no longer right behind you, having left to mess with something else on the bed.
“Let’s find out, hm?” Suguru asked. His fingers easily found your clit, swollen as it was.
From the first little brush of his calloused fingertips on that sensitive nub, you realized that he was right. Trying to keep yourself from jerking, from pulling off to spare yourself this uniquely painful pleasure, was enough of an effort to make you shake, your hands rolled into fists. Everything shaking, trembling. Suguru wasn’t being rough, just pinching and rubbing lightly against your clit, but you felt yourself unintentionally squeeze his cock, your inner walls fluttering and making even more of a mess spill out around the seams, your body zipping straight like you were shot through with electricity. The nerves were all exposed, everything was raw. He wasn’t even moving but the way your body squeezed around his dick was proof enough of how deep he was.
“Are you going to come?” Suguru asked, his voice heavy with pleasure, with the groans he had no interest in stifling. You didn’t answer, not verbally. Instead, you just tensed up even more, unable to keep your hips from jerking forward just once, unable to bite down the wail of pleasure or pain or whatever it was that you felt as you crested that wave and trembled apart. You could feel your pulse in your pussy as it clenched down around him, underneath his fingers as he played with your clit.
You slumped forward when he finally let up, whimpering and sobbing and gasping and moaning, clinging to Suguru because you really didn’t know what else to do. He let you, his fingers dancing down your back, his voice low in your ears as he muttered praise you were beyond making out.
“Hold her just like that,” Satoru said. As soon as you tensed up, Suguru grabbed your hips to keep you from moving. You looked over your shoulder, catching Satoru’s eye as he rolled on a condom, retrieving the lube from where it had ended up. “Ready?”
“Please don’t,” you begged, your voice horribly weak now as his intent settled deep in your bones. “I’m not ready, I’m-” Satoru put a hand on your back, slipping three lubed fingers into your ass. It was a tight fit, especially when you were already so thoroughly stretched around Suguru’s cock, but his preparation earlier had done a lot to ease the discomfort. You clenched down hard, trying to make it stop, but all he did was groan, teasing the ring of muscle as he pulled out. That made you shiver, something about it sending little sparks of pleasure through your confused body.
“I think you are,” he said. “How about you, Suguru?”
“Stop. Talking,” Suguru said in annoyance, his voice vibrating in the chest. The two of them readjusted you to make the position easier. It bounced you a little on Suguru’s cock before he pulled you back down, your arms braced against him. Even the little movement made you whine, more slick arousal being squished out of you as he bottomed out inside of you.
“What’s with the bad attitude?” Satoru asked, slightly breathless as he lined his cock up with your back entrance. It was slick with even more lube but far thicker than his fingers. He was going to split you open. This sort of thing was dangerous, wasn’t it? Maybe pornstars could handle it but you were barely adjusted to Suguru’s size, this was going to be mutilation. “This requires—hgn—teamwork.” Satoru’s attempt at a casual voice got broken by a heavy grunt as he slowly fit the head of his cock into you.
“No!” you cried in an alarmingly shrill voice, trying to buck your hips but unable to when you were being held still. “Take it-it out!”
“Relax,” Suguru told you, soft because he clearly didn’t understand what it felt like as Satoru slowly sunk into you, didn’t understand the humiliation of being violated. The inexorable pain of Satoru driving into your virgin ass, the burning feeling of being stretched out was intense enough that you couldn’t even wail, didn’t even want to fight. By the time Satoru’s hips met your skin, you felt a little hazy, checked out. Full beyond rationality, stuffed to the point of breaking, your head empty, your mouth open, your body only capable of little tremors at this point, your stomach muscles cramping.
“We won’t take very long,” Satoru told you. “I know you can endure it. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? You like to make us feel good.”
You just whimpered.
True to Satoru’s word, they took care of everything, you didn’t have to support yourself or rock back and forth between them. Still, there still seemed to be some sort of disconnect, some rhythm they just didn’t share. Suguru wanted to fuck into you hard and deep, his cock filling you up completely with each weighty thrust, but Satoru kept trying to pull you back onto him before he was even all the way out, his long fingers grabbing at your skin, his lips seeking your cheek, your neck. And then Suguru would surge forward, punching the air from your chest as they both ruthlessly filled you up.
The broken rhythm ground you low against Suguru, your swollen clit being given unwanted friction as you were used. And Satoru was right, your body couldn’t help but react to the way they were moaning for you, the harsh feeling of Satoru’s breaths hitting your skin, the rumble of Suguru’s chest when he got impatient and rough. You couldn’t see Satoru, but you could see Suguru when you dared to peek through your lashes, and he was beautiful. He’d always been beautiful, always been out of your league. His dark hair was a mess and his eyes were half-lidded and his cheeks were flushed and you felt broken, disoriented. Like you were someone else, somewhere else because this situation, this harsh and brutal assault, didn’t make any sense. But that was Suguru. You moaned for him as pain washed through you in the same faded way as the pleasure did, all aching stretch and raw nerves and swollen tissue and overstimulation and even as you cried, you felt the inescapable pull in your core.
Satoru’s teeth, those perfect blindingly white teeth that he flashed with every infuriatingly cheeky smile, dug into your shoulder, his tongue flicking out across the bite to soothe it. “You really like taking us both, don’t you?” he asked, his voice more of a growl than anything, so unlike the playful pitch he usually used. “You’re going to come again, I can feel it. Better do it quick so he can feel it.” And you did. The orgasm was watery and messy and loose yet you clamped down hard on both of them, moaned in choked little bursts, your hands desperately grasping for traction on Suguru’s sweaty skin as your eyes rolled back.
Satoru laughed breathlessly, delightedly, your orgasm seemed to surprise Suguru as much as it had you. He tensed up beneath you with a throaty moan, his cock somehow thickening as he thrust deep into your spasming pussy, painting your insides with his hot cum, the cum you could still taste on the back of your tongue. Without any sort of concern for you, Satoru let him hold you there while he continued to thrust into your ass, forced you to endure the inescapable weight of fullness.
And you endured it. What else could you do? Unraveled, unmade, you couldn’t fight it even if you had the capacity to.
Satoru was close, close enough that he wasn’t even trying to talk anymore, was just holding on to you and fucking you fast and dirty and selfishly. As soon as Suguru was completely finished, you were dragged off of his cock so Satoru could use you for his own end. You wilted in his arms, your pussy dripping and fluttering in acknowledgment of the strange pleasure of being fucked, of knowing that Satoru was going to come for you. His sweaty cheek against yours, his long arms holding you tight. The utterly lewd sound of skin slapping skin, of panting and moaning.
“Say… my…” he didn’t even finish the request, his voice hopelessly breathy and low, but you knew what he wanted.
“Satoru, Satoru, Satoru-” again and again, your voice broken and breathless and harshly marked by each of his stuttered thrusts as he came inside of you, fucking you the whole way through.
By the time he pulled out—painfully—and let you collapse onto the bed—also painfully—you remembered that you had an audience. But Suguru’s eyes were closed, his normally immaculate hair a mess. Not in the same way you’d say yours probably was, matted down to your scalp and sticking up at odd angles. No, laying across Satoru’s pillows, he looked every bit the dreamy just-fucked male model they put in movies.
Satoru had taken the condom off and tossed it somewhere before rolling over to stretch sideways along the corner of his bed, his pale skin tinged pink in a way you’d call airbrushed and his white hair forming a messy halo in the low light. He looked so angelic, even if you knew that was far from the truth.
That numb part of yourself that you’d retreated into, the part that dealt with the pain and the terror, had ebbed somewhat. Panting, sweaty, and hot, you considered what to do next. Moving was going to be hard. But you could, you had to because the only thing worse than the soreness and the sloppy mess between your legs and addressing what had just happened was the idea of breaking down in front of these two men.
“Satoru?” you asked quietly, your voice painful. His eyes popped open, those beautiful blue eyes.
“Hm?” he asked, rolling onto his stomach with a smile.
“Where’s the bathroom?” you asked, your voice even softer as you shied away from his gaze, trying to cover yourself with the loose sheet.
He sat up, stretching his arms above himself and shaking out his hair. “I’ll show you. We’ve gotta get cleaned up, hm? You’re so messy...” He looked over his shoulder. “Suguru? Wanna stick around for round two later?”
“I’ll pass,” Suguru said, rolling off the bed to search for his clothes. “There’s only so much of you I can tolerate.”
“You know,” Satoru said, sing-song, “next time I might not offer.”
“But I… I thought we were done?” you interrupted, a dark pit of ice in your gut. “I want to leave.”
“It’s a bit late to let you go home,” Satoru said. “I mean, it’s pretty dangerous out there. All sorts of weirdos could be lurking around.”
“I just want to go home,” you said, your bottom lip wobbling.
Satoru huffed, annoyance finally seeping past his playful mask. “C’mon, don’t be so stupid,” he said, speaking plainly like he was trying to make a child understand something simple. “You’re not going to leave, at least not until I trust that you can keep our secret.”
“But-”
“It’s your own fault,” Satoru said before you could object.
Suguru hummed in non-committal agreement. “Maybe next time you should consider knocking.”