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it started like every other late night with shidou. too much energy, too many bad ideas and not nearly enough clothing. you were tangled up in his sheets, legs still sore from round two, when he propped his chin on your stomach and grinned like he’d just been told he could burn down a church for fun.
“oi,” he said, tapping his finger against your hip, “what’s the nastiest thing you’ve ever wanted to try? like, real filthy. no fake good-girl answers.”
you rolled your eyes. “with you around, my standards are already ruined.”
“flattery later, babe. come on. spill.” he nipped at your skin just to make you squirm.
you meant it as a joke (really, you did) when you sighed, “a huge gangbang. like, ridiculous. twenty guys, all of them focused on me. just to see what it’s like to have everyone worship me at once.”
the room went quiet for half a beat. then that grin of his spread wider, too sharp and too eager. “twenty, huh?” he said, voice teasing and delighted. “that’s specific.”
you smacked his arm, laughing. “it’s a fantasy, idiot. i didn’t mean actually do it.”
“yeah, yeah.” he looked way too thoughtful for your liking. “but imagine it. all eyes on you. everyone wanting a taste. you’d look so good drowning in it.” his gaze was practically glowing. “bet you’d lose count.”
you threw a pillow at his head. “ryusei. i’m kidding.”
he caught it easily, already climbing over you, pressing his mouth to your neck with an exaggerated kiss. “sure you are, princess. totally joking. not serious at all.”
“mm.” he pulled back, eyes shining with mischief. “good thing i am.”
he was already out of bed, phone in hand, thumb flying over the screen like he’d been waiting for this all his life. “let’s see… isagi owes me. bachira’s a freak. kaiser can’t resist a challenge. rin’ll show up just to glare at me. oh, this is gonna be fun.”
“ryusei!” you sat up, heart thudding somewhere between horror and laughter. “you’re not—”
he glanced back at you, all teeth. “babe. you said you wanted it. i’m just a generous boyfriend.”
“insanely in love with you.” he winked, already slipping on his sweatpants. “better start stretching.”
you threw the other pillow at him, but he only ducked and blew you a kiss on his way out the door, humming under his breath like a man with a mission. it was supposed to be a joke… so why did it feel like ryusei shidou was about to make it real?
you should’ve known shidou wasn’t bluffing. for three days, he’d been unbearably smug, humming to himself while texting nonstop, flashing that devil’s grin every time you asked what he was up to.
now, standing in the doorway of an upscale hotel suite with floor-to-ceiling windows and way too many unfamiliar shoes scattered by the door, you had your answer. “you’re kidding me,” you whispered.
“nope.” shidou’s hand settled on your lower back, guiding you in with the casual confidence of someone who just ordered takeout for a party of twenty-and-more. “told you i’d make it happen, princess.”
five heads turned toward you. isagi, reo, nagi, hiori and nanase lounged around the suite like they were waiting for a team meeting instead of… this. some looked amused, some nervous, but all of them glanced at you with the same spark of curiosity.
“yoichi, don’t look like that,” shidou called, grinning as isagi immediately flushed. “i told you she’s into it.”
isagi rubbed the back of his neck. “i just… didn’t think you were serious.”
“you’ll get used to it,” reo said smoothly, rising from his seat with an easy smile. “ryusei’s insane, but he delivers.” his gaze slid over you, appreciative but not crude. “you really okay with this?”
every eye was on you now. even nagi, who barely seemed awake, lifted his head to watch your answer. you swallowed, heat rising to your cheeks. “i… yeah. i wouldn’t be here if i wasn’t.”
“good girl,” shidou murmured in your ear, biting your earlobe before pulling away to address the room. “you heard her. no nerves, boys. she’s all yours as long as i get a front-row seat.”
nanase cleared his throat softly. “this feels… intense.”
“that’s the point,” hiori said with a shy laugh, though his eyes stayed fixed on you like he couldn’t help himself.
the air shifted. reo stepped closer first, tilting his head. “we’ll take it slow,” he promised, voice soft enough for you alone. “just tell us if it’s too much.”
you nodded and then shidou shoved you lightly toward them, grinning like a proud handler showing off his prize. “go on. she’s perfect. you’ll see.”
reo’s hands were warm as he caught you by the waist, steadying you. “relax,” he murmured, eyes searching yours. “let us take care of you.”
isagi joined him hesitantly, hovering until shidou made an impatient noise. “she doesn’t bite,” shidou teased, “but i do if you keep wasting time.”
that broke the tension. isagi’s hand brushed your cheek, his expression softening into something almost reverent. “you’re really okay with this?” he asked again.
you smiled despite yourself. “i’m okay.”
that was all he needed. his mouth met yours in a tentative kiss, careful and unhurried, as if he had all night and you supposed he did. reo’s lips found your shoulder at the same moment, warm breath trailing over your skin, while hiori and nanase hovered close, taking cues from your every reaction.
nagi finally pushed himself up from the couch, lazy gaze sweeping over you. “this seems like work,” he muttered, but then his hand slid over your hip and lingered, contradicting his words. “pretty, though.”
the laugh you tried to stifle turned to a gasp as isagi deepened the kiss, cradling your jaw while reo’s fingers teased the hem of your top. shidou leaned against the wall, arms crossed, grinning like the devil himself.
“that’s it,” he called. “warm her up for me. don’t be shy.”
clothes began to vanish. yours first, guided by gentle hands and reverent touches. isagi kissed down your throat while reo eased your top off, his fingertips brushing the sides of your breasts enough to make you shiver. hiori’s lips brushed your arm in soft, exploratory kisses, while nanase lingered lower, tracing circles at your waistline like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to go further. even nagi, unhurried as ever, let out a low hum when you arched toward his touch.
they treated you like porcelain, almost too careful, until you tugged reo’s wrist and whispered, “you can be rougher.”
the look on his face told you he’d been waiting for that. “say no if it’s too much,” he breathed, before sliding your skirt down in one motion.
you barely had time to nod before reo’s mouth replaced his hands on your inner thigh, lips grazing higher with each kiss. isagi captured your lips again, deeper this time, while nagi’s lazy fingers toyed with your nipple, rolling and pinching enough to make you moan into isagi’s mouth.
“fuck,” shidou muttered appreciatively from his spot. “you boys are naturals.”
hiori finally grew bold enough to kneel by the couch, kissing down your calf and up to your knee, while nanase leaned in to press his lips to the other, his shy touch trembling against your skin. they worked in sync without even meaning to. warm lips and wandering hands, every inch of you worshipped at once. then reo’s tongue found the damp heat between your legs. your hips jerked and isagi swallowed your moan with his own groan, as if the sound alone turned him on.
“god, you taste good,” reo murmured against you before diving back in, his tongue circling your clit in firm, deliberate strokes that made your thighs shake.
nagi leaned down lazily, catching your other nipple in his mouth while his fingers pinched the first, earning another desperate sound from you. hiori moved higher, kissing along your thigh until he was brushing against reo’s shoulder, eyes wide with awe. “can i…?” he asked softly.
“go ahead,” reo said without looking up.
hiori’s mouth joined his, tentative at first, licking slow stripes where reo wasn’t, while nanase kissed along the sensitive crease of your hip. you were drowning in heat. too many sensations, too many mouths, fingers, and soft praises whispered against your skin.
“doing so good,” isagi murmured against your lips. “you feel incredible.”
“fuck, she’s shaking already,” reo added, voice husky. “shidou, your girl’s unreal.”
shidou’s laugh was sharp. “don’t get attached. you’ve still got twenty more to share with.”
your orgasm hit fast and hard with reo and hiori sucking at you in tandem, nanase’s lips trailing fire at your hip and nagi’s teeth grazing your nipple. you cried out, clutching isagi’s shirt as your back arched, but they didn’t stop as they drew it out until you were gasping for breath, the world spinning around you. when they finally eased back, you were trembling, slick and wrecked and barely aware of your own voice whispering, “more…”
shidou straightened with a grin sharp enough to cut. “oh, you’ll get more, princess. this was just warm-up.” you barely had time to catch your breath before the sound of the suite door unlocking broke through the haze. shidou straightened from where he’d been leaning on the wall, his grin wicked. “round two’s here,” he announced.
bachira came bouncing in first, followed by chigiri’s easy stride, kunigami’s broad shoulders, kurona’s cool smile and kiyora’s sharp gaze. their chatter cut off when they saw you sprawled on the couch. you were flushed, skirt gone, skin kissed raw and the first wave surrounding you like worshippers.
“holy shit,” bachira laughed, eyes sparkling. “you weren’t kidding.”
“damn,” chigiri murmured, lips curling. “shidou really did it.”
kunigami glanced at you, concern flashing before desire took over. “is she—?”
“she’s perfect,” shidou interrupted, motioning them forward. “don’t waste time with questions. you’ll see.”
the new arrivals didn’t hesitate long. bachira practically pounced, dropping to his knees beside the couch with that feral grin. “hi pretty. mind if i taste?”
you barely had time to nod before his mouth replaced reo’s, eager and messy, tongue plunging deep as if he planned to drink you dry. hiori gasped at the sudden boldness and shuffled back, giving him room.
“fuck,” shidou muttered appreciatively. “that’s my kind of energy.”
chigiri knelt on the other side, pressing feather-light kisses along your ribs while his fingers slid over your stomach, teasing your oversensitive skin. kunigami and kurona moved behind the couch, leaning down to kiss your neck and shoulders, while kiyora crouched at your feet, eyes gleaming with quiet intent as he traced his fingertips up your calf. bachira groaned into you, unbothered by the wet mess he was making, his tongue relentless. you felt yourself twitching already, overstimulated but craving more and the laugh bubbling from shidou’s throat told you he loved every second.
“look at her squirm,” kurona murmured, kissing a path up your throat. “feels good, doesn’t it?”
“better than good,” you gasped, hips jerking as bachira sucked at your clit like he was trying to bruise it.
chigiri’s lips found your nipple, drawing a sharp moan from you as his tongue flicked teasingly, while kunigami’s large hand slid down your stomach to hold you still for bachira’s mouth. kiyora finally leaned in, replacing his fingers with his lips on your ankle, trailing slow, deliberate kisses higher and higher, like he wanted you to feel every inch of the journey.
“you’re unreal,” chigiri murmured against your skin. “can’t believe shidou’s letting us touch you.”
“letting you?” shidou scoffed. “i’m sharing. don’t forget who’s in charge.”
you barely heard him when bachira’s tongue swirled just right, and your second orgasm ripped through you, sharp and fast, leaving you crying out into kunigami’s shoulder. but bachira didn’t stop. none of them did.
“think she’s ready for more,” kiyora said, voice calm but eyes bright as he kissed up to your knee. “not just mouths.”
“dibs,” bachira said immediately, pulling back with his chin glistening.
shidou’s laugh was quiet and pleased. “settle it however you want. just keep her happy.”
kunigami lifted you easily, settling you across his lap as if you weighed nothing, his thick fingers spreading you open. “still okay?” he asked softly, searching your face even as his own cheeks flushed red.
“yes,” you whispered, breathless. “please.”
bachira wasted no time sliding into you, deep and fast, groaning like he’d been waiting his whole life. “holy shit, your pussy’s gripping me so good,” he panted, hips snapping with frantic energy. his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread for everyone to watch.
chigiri kissed you to swallow your moan, his tongue sweet and slow in contrast to bachira’s rough thrusts. kunigami’s lips found your neck while his big hand held you steady, murmuring praise against your ear.
kurona leaned close, voice rough. “you like being watched, huh? everyone staring while you take him like that.”
the filthy truth spilled out before you could stop it. “yes.”
“good girl,” kiyora murmured from the floor, his hand stroking your calf while he watched bachira pound into you, eyes sharp and calculating like he was memorizing every reaction.
you came again, clenching hard around bachira and he swore loudly, burying himself deep with one last thrust before spilling into you, forehead dropping to your shoulder with a pleased groan.
“move,” chigiri said smoothly, sliding in before you even had time to recover. his pace was slower, more deliberate, each thrust hitting deep as he kissed you like a lover, lips soft and lingering. “so beautiful,” he whispered. “you’re taking us so well.”
kunigami groaned against your neck, his free hand slipping under your thigh to lift you higher, giving chigiri a better angle. kurona and kiyora were still watching intently, the quiet heat in their gazes somehow more overwhelming than the frantic pace of the first wave. by the time chigiri was done with you, you were trembling, voice hoarse from moans you couldn’t control.
“ready for another?” kurona asked softly, brushing your hair from your damp forehead.
you nodded, dazed. he slid into you next, calm and steady, holding your gaze as he rocked into you with precision, like every stroke was measured to make you gasp. his lips brushed your temple as he whispered, “tell me if it’s too much.”
“it’s perfect,” you breathed.
kiyora was last, his movements calculated and sharp, each thrust hitting just right, his hand firm on your hip to keep you still as his mouth captured your nipple. “so responsive,” he murmured against your skin. “no wonder shidou’s obsessed.”
when he pulled out, you were wrecked and shaking, lips kiss-bruised, skin marked from hands and mouths. shidou sauntered over with a satisfied grin, crouching in front of you to cup your face.
“still breathing?” he teased.
“barely,” you rasped and he laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“good. you’re gonna need that stamina, princess. we’re not even halfway.” shidou had barely finished speaking as the door flew open.
rin didn’t wait for an invitation. he even dared pushing shidou aside and grabbed your chin, forced your gaze up to him. “open your mouth,” he ordered, voice flat but tense, like a warning. shidou only laughed under his breath, clearly entertained by rin’s complete lack of patience.
ness wasn’t as bold, hovering just behind rin, blue eyes locked on your lips. his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt before he let it drop entirely and crouched down, almost shy, beside you. “can i—” he started, but you didn’t even get the chance to answer before rin’s thumb pressed against your tongue, silencing anything you could have said.
“she doesn’t need you to ask,” rin muttered without looking at him, shoving two fingers into your mouth, knuckles pressing to your lips. “just fucking do it.”
you gagged, not because you wanted to pull away but because rin pushed too deep too fast and that’s when karasu crouched on your other side, his grin sharp. “look at her trying to be good.” his hand slid under your shirt like it belonged there, calloused palm squeezing your breast while his thumb brushed over your nipple. “pretty thing can’t even breathe.”
“stop teasing,” raichi barked from behind, voice thick with something close to jealousy. his zipper was already down and the sound of fabric shifting told you exactly what he was doing. “get her ready.”
“she’s already ready,” otoya interrupted, leaning against the wall like this was the most casual thing in the world. but when his eyes dragged down your body, his jaw tightened, and his teasing smile darkened into something sharper. “shidou wasn’t kidding about how sweet you’d be.”
yukimiya was the only one who knelt without rushing, his hands firm but deliberate as he tugged your shorts down your thighs. “hold still, angel,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk, fingers brushing the inside of your knee. “let’s make this look good.”
rin yanked your head back by your hair, spit in your mouth and smirked when you swallowed like you were starving for it. “good girl,” he muttered, almost to himself, before pressing his lips to yours with bruising force. ness’s breath hitched watching, his own hands shaking as he reached for your waist hesitant, until karasu grabbed his wrist and shoved it down between your thighs. “feel how wet and full she is,” karasu whispered against his ear, voice dripping amusement. “don’t be shy.”
you moaned around rin’s tongue when ness’s fingers brushed over you, gentle at first, then firmer when karasu guided him. yukimiya’s mouth replaced his hand on your breast, lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking until you gasped loud enough for raichi to curse from behind you.
“enough fucking around,” raichi growled. you heard his footsteps before you felt his hands on your hips, hauling you up onto your knees. “rin, move.”
“make me,” rin shot back, but he finally let you go, though not without nipping your lower lip hard enough to sting.
“someone’s impatient and possessive,” otoya drawled amused, but his gaze was fixed on you like he was already imagining how you’d look falling apart.
raichi shoved inside you in one hard thrust, making you cry out, nails clawing at the floor. yukimiya didn’t stop kissing your chest even as you jerked forward, and ness’s soft gasp turned into a strangled sound when karasu wrapped a hand around his throat from behind. “watch close,” karasu purred, lips brushing his ear. “see how messy she gets?”
rin crouched in front of you again, unzipping his own pants this time. “open up again,” he ordered. when you obeyed without hesitation, his eyes flicked darker, pleased. “yeah. that’s better.” and plunged his cock into your throat.
the room filled with obscene sounds. your muffled moans around rin, the slap of raichi’s hips, yukimiya’s low hum of approval as he bit your nipple, karasu’s laugh when ness’s face flushed scarlet. otoya finally moved from the wall, circling behind karasu to shove him forward. “don’t hog her,” he said casually, but his voice was tight with need.
karasu pulled ness closer until his chest pressed to your back, one hand still at his throat while the other groped your ass, spreading you wider for raichi’s brutal pace. “you’re gonna fall in love with her, pretty boy,” karasu teased him, even as his own breathing grew rough. “she’s got that kind of—” he cut himself off with a groan when you clenched down hard around raichi and squirted some juices on his abs.
rin’s free hand tangled in your hair, pulling tight as he fucked your mouth faster. “eyes on me,” he snapped, voice commanding and dangerous. “don’t look at them. just me.”
yukimiya finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest rising and falling quick. “she’s perfect,” he murmured, almost reverent, before leaning down again this time lower, tongue flicking over where raichi’s cock disappeared into you, making you choke around rin.
“holy shit—” raichi’s voice cracked, hips stuttering before he forced his rhythm steady again.
“someone get ready to take over,” otoya said, rolling his neck like he had all the time in the world, but there was nothing casual about the way he was palming himself through his jeans. “she’s not walking out of here tonight.”
raichi groaned your name as his thrusts grew rougher again, sweat dripping down his temple. yukimiya stayed crouched low, licking up every drop of slick that escaped around raichi’s cock, tongue tracing the sensitive seam of your ass until your knees shook. “relax for me, angel,” he murmured against your skin, the soft lilt of his voice completely at odds with how filthy his mouth was being.
rin yanked your head back off his cock, lips shiny with spit, just long enough to sneer at raichi. “move before you cum like an idiot.”
raichi snarled but obeyed, pulling out with a wet sound and giving your ass a sharp smack. “fuck! someone better take care of her,” he muttered, chest heaving.
karasu shoved ness forward with a wicked grin. “your turn, rookie. don’t make her wait.”
ness’s cheeks were crimson, eyes blown wide as he eased down behind you. his hands trembled a little when he spread you open, taking in the messy mix of spit and cum coating you. “she’s… so warm,” he whispered, almost like he forgot anyone else was there.
“stop staring and put it in,” otoya said lazily, though his gaze was locked on you with razor-sharp focus.
ness pushed into you slowly, breath hitching as your walls clenched around him. “oh—oh my god,” he stammered, hips stuttering.
“steady, pretty boy,” karasu drawled, crouching next to you to meet your eyes. “don’t blow already. she likes it when you make her cry first.” his hand closed over your throat, just firm enough to make your pulse spike as he guided your head toward rin’s cock again. “open.”
you obeyed, lips parting, and rin pushed back into your throat without hesitation, groaning at the way you swallowed him down. “that’s it. good girl. keep it up.”
behind you, yukimiya leaned lower, licking a stripe from your clit to the tight pucker of your ass, making you jolt so hard ness groaned at the sudden squeeze. “relax,” yukimiya said smoothly, his tongue circling slow and deliberate until you melted under the attention. “let me in, angel.”
“holy fuck,” otoya muttered under his breath, watching yukimiya’s mouth work you open. “that’s too hot.” he finally stepped forward, unzipping with one hand, the other tangling in your hair beside rin’s. “scoot over, rin. share.”
rin bared his teeth like he might argue, but he let go, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as otoya slid his cock between your lips. “look at me,” otoya ordered softly, voice far darker than his usual teasing tone. “keep your eyes right here while you suck.”
ness found his rhythm, thrusts deep but careful, each stroke making your slick drip down your thighs, and yukimiya hummed low as he buried his tongue in your ass. the obscene wet sounds drove everyone wild. karasu’s hand never left your throat, his thumb stroking absently as he leaned close to whisper, “you’re taking him so well. bet you’re gonna let us wreck every hole tonight, huh?”
you moaned around otoya’s cock, the vibration making his hips jerk. “shit,” he breathed, tightening his grip on your hair. “keep doing that.”
yukimiya finally pulled back just enough to spit on you, then pressed his tongue right back in, working you loose until karasu’s grin sharpened. “she’s ready for two,” he announced. “someone get up here.”
rin crouched down again, eyes glinting with challenge. “move, ness.”
“wait—” ness’s voice cracked as he tried to keep his pace steady. he clearly didn’t want to stop, but karasu grabbed his hips and yanked him back with no patience.
“don’t worry, kid,” karasu said, voice full of mock sympathy. “you’ll get another turn. now watch how it’s done.”
rin slammed into you from behind without warning, making you choke around otoya as your whole body jolted. yukimiya stayed exactly where he was, licking and sucking at your ass while rin’s thrusts rocked you forward, your moans muffled by otoya’s cock hitting the back of your throat.
“yeah,” otoya groaned, thrusting shallowly so he didn’t hurt you. “fuck, she’s drooling all over me. pretty little mess.”
karasu knelt beside you now, fingers sliding between your legs to rub your clit fast and tight in time with rin’s brutal pace. “there we go. come on, sweetheart. cum for us. show everyone how much you love it.”
you did. so loud and sudden, clenching hard around rin, slick gushing down your thighs. otoya hissed as you moaned around him, his own thrusts faltering when your tongue curled just right. yukimiya groaned into your ass at the taste of it, not stopping for a second.
“fuck,” rin muttered, pulling out abruptly, breath ragged. “someone else take over before i ruin her.”
“my turn,” karasu said immediately, pushing you onto your back this time. he slid into you with one smooth thrust, eyes never leaving yours, his grin sharp as ever. “yeah. that’s perfect. watch me, pretty thing. don’t look away.”
otoya crouched by your head, feeding you his cock again while yukimiya took the opportunity to slide two slick fingers into your ass, twisting and curling until you whined. “shh, angel,” he soothed, kissing your knee as if his touch wasn’t filthy. “breathe for me. you’re doing so well.”
ness watched wide-eyed, still flushed and painfully hard, while karasu fucked you in hard, relentless strokes. “she’s gonna break,” he muttered.
“nah,” otoya said with a crooked smile, brushing your hair off your forehead as you gagged around him. “she’s built for this.”
karasu reached down to where yukimiya was working you open and spat on his fingers. “get her ready for me. i’m not leaving this hole untouched.”
yukimiya’s eyes glittered, tongue following his fingers as he stretched you slow and deliberate. “already perfect,” he murmured against your skin. “she can take it.”
“then hurry up,” karasu growled, hips snapping faster, making you squeal around otoya’s cock.
by the time karasu pulled out, yukimiya was already lining himself up at your ass, his hands steady, voice low and soothing. “relax, angel. just like before.” he eased in slow, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, groaning at the tight heat. “god, you’re incredible.”
otoya let go of your hair long enough to stroke your cheek. “ready for a spit roast, princess?” his grin was all teeth now.
karasu slid back inside your dripping pussy without hesitation, bottoming out in one thrust while yukimiya filled you from behind, the twin stretch making your vision blur. otoya fed you his cock again, his rhythm matching theirs while karasu fucked you stupid.
“holy shit,” ness whispered, almost reverent, his hand tight around himself as he watched you get used from every angle.
“eyes on me,” otoya ordered, voice rough, thumb brushing your lower lip as you took him deep. “don’t you dare look at anyone else while we ruin you.”
karasu smirked down at you, sweat dripping from his temple. “good girl. take it. take every fucking inch.”
yukimiya’s pace stayed measured but deep, his breath hot against your neck when he leaned over you to murmur, “you’re perfect. taking us both like you were made for it.”
you came again hard, body arching, every muscle tight as they drove you through it, the filthy chorus of groans and praise only making it more intense. otoya hissed through his teeth when you sucked him harder mid-climax, his own release hitting seconds later. karasu and yukimiya didn’t last long either, both pulling out to spill across your stomach and thighs, leaving you a trembling mess in the middle of the floor.
“still alive?” karasu asked with a laugh, brushing sweaty hair from your face.
shidou’s grin from across the room was pure evil. “oh, she’s alive,” he said cheerfully. “and she’s not done yet.”
shidou crouched beside you, grinning like he’d just won the world cup, but his hands were unexpectedly gentle as he ran a warm towel over your skin. “stay still, princess. don’t wanna waste you before the others even get a second turn,” he murmured as he cleaned you. then carried you to the bed, making sure you’re comfortable.
“drink,” he added, pressing a water bottle to your lips. you swallowed obediently, catching isagi’s worried glance from across the room. kunigami wasn’t even trying to hide the frown on his face.
“i’m fine,” you told them, breath still shaky. “promise.”
“damn right you are,” shidou chuckled, tearing open a protein bar and holding it to your mouth like she couldn’t feed herself. “gotta keep your energy up. we’re not done yet.”
the others didn’t move from where they lounged. nagi lazily stretched, hiori watched with sharp interest, rin sat stone-still. but their eyes tracked every motion. a strange mix of hunger and hesitation hung in the air.
“see? she’s good,” shidou said, licking a stray drop of water from your lip with an obscene little grin. “better than good. just wait.”
your chest heaved, every nerve already raw from the turns before. your thighs were trembling and they downright shook when the door opened again and kaiser stepped inside like he owned the suite, like he owned you. he was followed by loki and charles chevalier who made less of a spectacle, but weren’t less intense.
kaiser crouched next to your head with that smug, golden-boy grin like he was stepping onto the pitch. his finger caught your chin and forced your bleary eyes up. “still with us, princess?” he drawled, bright blue gaze glittering. “good. wouldn’t want you tapping out now.”
you didn’t even get to nod before he shoved his cock past your lips with no warning, no gentle testing of how sore your throat already was. you choked around the intrusion, eyes stinging as he fed it to you deeper. behind you, charles’ long arms hooked under your hips, lifting you off the sheets like you were nothing but weightless cargo. loki was already crouched, position ruthless and precise, nudging bluntly at your ass until you gave.
“open wider,” kaiser snapped, voice suddenly sharp as steel. your jaw burned, but you obeyed and he rewarded you by tangling a fist in your hair and sinking to the base in one cruel push. your gag rang wet and obscene, and he laughed, the sound bright and vicious. “that’s it. choke on it, liebling.”
charles didn’t bother with niceties either. he lined up and slammed home in one brutal stroke, dragging a cry out of you. muffled, broken, stuffed full of kaiser. the force jolted you forward into kaiser’s hips. before you could even adjust, loki followed, sliding in beside charles, splitting you open further than you thought possible.
“mon dieu, she’s perfect,” charles hissed, head tipping back, pace already merciless. “so fucking tight still after all that?”
loki only grunted, lips curling in a cold smirk as he set his own rhythm. both men drove into you in tandem, a brutal double assault that had your vision going white around the edges. every slam rocked you forward into kaiser’s unrelenting thrusts, his laughter shaking above you.
“look at you,” kaiser murmured between steady pumps of his hips, voice quiet but carrying to the others watching. “three holes, three cocks… you were built for this.”
you would’ve cursed him if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full. spit and tears streaked down your face, dripping onto his balls and he grinned wider at the sight.
around the room, the others watched. bachira’s grin was feral, eyes glittering as he elbowed kunigami, who only stared, jaw tight, fists clenching unconsciously. isagi looked wrecked, sweat at his temples, whispering “holy shit” under his breath. raichi let out a sharp bark of laughter when charles hit you hard enough to make the headboard crack.
and shidou… he looked like a man in love and completely deranged about it. “atta girl,” he purred from where he stood at the edge of the bed, pink tongue swiping over his teeth as he drank in the sight. “fuck, princess, you take ‘em so good. didn’t think you had it in you, huh? makin’ me so fucking hard watching you gettin’ wrecked like this.”
kaiser yanked you up by your hair until your tear-swollen eyes met his, cock still buried in your throat. “she’s got more in her. don’t you, liebling?” his words dripped condescension and you gagged again when he pushed deeper instead of waiting for an answer.
shidou moved closer, crouching to your level, voice dropping to a hungry whisper meant only for you, but loud enough for everyone to hear anyway. “you love it, don’tcha? bein’ split like this. my perfect little toy.” his grin went sharp, eyes blazing. “don’t hold back, princess. lemme hear you choke.” his fingers stroked down your throat possessively even as kaiser used your hair like reins. “lemme hear you break for them. don’t be shy.”
loki’s grip bruised your waist as he slammed in harder, growling near your ear, “don’t you dare pass out. i’m not finished using you.” charles only laughed darkly, the sound curling up your spine, his hips pistoning with reckless force. “she takes whatever we give to her. so, so needy.”
their movements synced, cruel and precise. every time you tried to cry out, kaiser shoved deeper, every time your body tried to jerk away, charles and loki pinned you in place, their cocks bullying you into pure submission.
“she’s obsessed with us.” kaiser drawled with arrogance. “look at her fucking eyes. tears everywhere and she still wants more.” he shoved even deeper, groaning when your throat squeezed tight. “god, i might keep you.”
that earned a sharp, delighted laugh from shidou. but his eyes spoke the unhinged, almost feral truth. “you’d have to kill me first, blondie,” he said sweetly, but everyone knew he meant it.
“she’s shaking,” kunigami muttered under his breath, voice strained like he was the one being wrung out.
“nah, she’s loving it,” bachira sing-songed, gaze locked on your ruined expression. “look at her—fuck, that’s hot.”
“she’s gonna break,” kurona said hoarsely, though his eyes never left the way your nails clawed the sheets, how you pushed back to meet them despite everything.
“yeah, but not before we’re done,” raichi laughed.
kaiser tilted his head at shidou mid-thrust, smirk widening. “you’re raising her well, ryusei. obedient little thing.”
shidou just chuckled, the sound deep and delighted, crouching closer until his breath brushed your ear. “hear that, princess? even king kaiser’s impressed.” his fingers stroked down your spine before tapping your cheek in mock praise. “don’t disappoint me now. take ‘em all.”
your throat burned, your body screamed, but the praise, the sheer filth of it, lit something wild in you. you forced yourself to stay conscious, to stay pliant as they used you.
loki’s voice was a snarl, sharp as his thrusts. “good little slut. you’re lucky we’re letting you breathe.”
“don’t give her ideas,” charles muttered, sweat dripping from his brow as he wrecked you with single-minded precision. “she’s greedy enough already.”
kaiser groaned when your throat contracted around him, the sound almost approving. “fuck, she’s learning.”
they didn’t stop. they didn’t slow. every thrust blurred into the next, a relentless rhythm that turned your body into nothing but raw sensation. spit smeared across your chin, tears dripping down, your hips bruised where charles and loki’s fingers dug in.
“that’s it. good girl. take it, take it all,” shidou whispered, stroking your hair even as kaiser used it as a handle to ram deeper.
you didn’t even notice when your vision started to sparkle, when your limbs trembled uncontrollably. too busy clinging to the feeling of being utterly ruined and worshipped for it.
“fuck, she’s gonna cum again,” charles grunted, hips stuttering as he felt you tighten.
“already?” loki barked a laugh, pace cruel. “fuck, let her. i wanna feel her milk us dry.”
kaiser only smirked down at you, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb like he was proud of himself. “don’t you dare stop now, sweetheart. i’m not done watching you fall apart.”
“neither am i,” shidou added, voice amused and electric, and when your eyes rolled back as another orgasm tore through you, his grin went feral. “that’s my girl.” the room reeked of sweat, sex and victory. every slam of hips into yours made you see stars, every filthy word made your body burn hotter. you were shaking uncontrollably, but shidou’s soft, dangerous voice cut through everything. “cum for me now, princess. let ‘em feel it.”
you did. you shattered, body clamping down so hard charles cursed in french and loki snarled as he spilled inside you, thrusts going ragged. kaiser yanked your head forward and shoved deep, groaning when your throat convulsed around him.
“fuck yeah,” shidou laughed, voice gone rough with pride and hunger. “that’s my perfect girl. you take it so good… don’t stop, boys. she’s got another one in her.”
and they didn’t stop. not until you were a trembling, ruined mess, wrung out again and again, every hole used until you had nothing left to give. except for the way you looked up at shidou through wet lashes, still ready to take more just because he wanted it…. but not as much as you do.
your whole body was writhing by the time the last two stepped forward. not from fear, but from sheer exhaustion, every nerve raw, every muscle weak. you’d been taken apart one by one, given water, wiped down just enough to keep you from collapsing completely… only to be thrown back into the storm.
shidou leaned against the headboard behind you, still shirtless and gleaming with sweat, tongue dragging over his teeth as he watched the scene unfold with delighted eyes. “saved the best for last, princess,” he purred. “look who wants a turn.”
sae itoshi didn’t smirk like the others. he just looked down at you like a problem to solve. cold, sharp, annoyingly composed even in this chaos. his teal eyes raked over your ruined body, noting every bruise, every twitch of overstimulated muscle.
and then there was bunny iglesias, the human storm, grinning like a wolf, bouncing on his heels as if this was the warm-up to an even bigger game. his dark eyes sparkled with mischief and hunger.
“so,” bunny drawled, glancing at sae with a mocking tilt of his head, “what’s the bet? fastest to make her cum first?”
“fastest and hardest,” sae said flatly, peeling off his shirt, voice clipped and cold. “she’ll tell us who wins. if she’s still conscious.”
shidou’s grin widened. “ohhh, i like where this is goin’.” he crouched close to your ear, his voice low and molten. “hear that, princess? they’re gonna wreck you for sport. make sure you’re a good girl and give ‘em both hell.”
you barely had time to breathe before bunny dropped to his knees, hands rough on your thighs and pressed his mouth between your legs. he didn’t tease—he went straight for your drenched cunt, tongue lashing in messy, brutal strokes.
“mierde, you’re dripping so fucking much,” he muttered against you, lavender hair falling into his eyes. “guess kaiser and the others loosened you up nice.”
sae knelt on the bed beside you, taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at him. “eyes on me,” he ordered, voice soft but cutting. “don’t even think about looking at him.”
his fingers slipped into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as bunny sucked at your clit with merciless rhythm. you moaned around sae’s hand, hips jerking, but he only frowned faintly like he was critiquing your form.
“sloppy,” he murmured. “already shaking and he’s barely started.”
“sloppy?” bunny laughed against you, sending vibrations through your cunt that made your whole body spasm. “she’s about to cum in thirty seconds. watch me.”
shidou let out a low whistle, crouching closer with his elbows on his knees. “oh, this is gonna be fun.” his hand stroked lazily through your damp hair. “c’mon, princess, show ‘em how sweet you are for me.”
bunny doubled down, tongue relentless, two fingers plunging into you without warning. you keened around sae’s fingers as the pressure built sharp and fast, too fast.
sae leaned in close, voice flat. “don’t cum yet.”
“like hell she’s listening to you,” bunny muttered against your skin, sucking your clit hard.
you were seconds from the edge, hips bucking helplessly and then sae’s other hand pressed down on your lower belly, firm, controlling, holding you in place. his teal eyes bored into yours. “hold it,” he ordered coldly. “if you cum now, you lose for me.”
“she doesn’t care who wins,” bunny growled, glancing up with his mouth shining. “but i’m still gonna make her scream.” he crooked his fingers just right and your entire body seized up.
“fuck. she’s cumming,” karasu shouted from the sidelines, laughing. reo shook his head, muttering “no way” under his breath.
you shattered around bunny’s hand, spasming so hard it took your breath away, and he groaned like he’d scored a goal. “fastest. told you.”
“pathetic,” sae muttered, pulling his fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your cheek like you’d dirtied him. “she’ll cum even harder for me. watch.”
before you could catch your breath, he shoved bunny aside and slid down the bed, pinning your hips with cold precision. his mouth was nothing like bunny’s. no wild mess, just ruthless efficiency. he mapped every sensitive spot instantly and attacked it with surgical focus, tongue flat and devastating.
“oh fuck,” ness choked out from the edge of the bed, eyes wide. “she’s gonna—”
you screamed, sharp and raw, as sae sucked your clit hard and slid two fingers inside, curling until you were jerking uncontrollably. your second orgasm ripped through you even more violently than the first, leaving you gasping and shaking.
“told you,” sae said coolly, rising to his knees, lips glistening. “harder.”
bunny just grinned. “guess we’re tied. time to break the deadlock.”
“spit roast her,” shidou sang out, delighted, patting your cheek affectionately. “c’mon, princess, don’t tap out yet. you’re gonna love this.”
sae took your mouth first, forcing his cock between your lips with zero warning. similar like kaiser. his pace was merciless from the start, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your jaw to keep you open. behind you, bunny lined up and slammed into your cunt in a single brutal thrust. you screamed around sae’s cock, the sound muffled and wet, earning a groan from both men.
“holy shit,” raichi muttered from the sidelines. “she’s still taking it.”
“she’s gonna break in half,” kiyora said hoarsely.
“nah,” shidou grinned, crouching close to stroke your hair even as sae used it as a handle. “she’s perfect. the perfect body to get gangbanged.” his voice dropped to a whisper meant just for you. “my greedy princess… don’t you dare stop now. i wanna see you choke on him while bunny splits you open.”
bunny slammed into you with reckless rhythm, sweat dripping down his jaw. “fuck, she’s taking it so good,” he groaned, hips pistoning without mercy.
sae grunted in annoyance when your teeth grazed him accidentally, slapping your cheek sharply to warn you. “focus,” he snapped. “don’t make me repeat myself.”
shidou just laughed. “ohhh, i love when you get mean, itoshi. keep that up.”
every thrust blurred together. bunny battering your cunt, sae using your throat like it was nothing, both men determined to wring another orgasm from you first.
“she’s clenching,” bunny panted, fingers digging into your hips. “she’s gonna cum on me again.”
“not before she gags on me,” sae muttered, thrusting harder. “swallow it.”
you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just take it as they used you, spit and tears dripping down your face, body arching under the brutal pace.
“that’s it, princess,” shidou whispered in your ear, tone molten. “show ‘em. show these assholes how perfect you are for me.”
your orgasm hit like a lightning strike, violent and overwhelming, making you sob around sae’s cock as bunny groaned and fucked you harder through it.
“that’s mine,” bunny crowed, grinning triumphantly.
“no,” sae said flatly, hips stuttering as he shoved deep and spilled down your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop. “that was mine.”
you barely had time to breathe before bunny came too, burying himself deep with a hoarse shout, filling you to the brim.
shidou laughed, delighted and unhinged, kissing your temple tenderly even as you shook in ruin. “fuckin’ hell, princess. you just made my day.”
around you, the other boys muttered and laughed. bachira clapping like he’d watched a circus act, some looking half-wrecked just from watching, raichi loudly demanding, “who the hell even won?”
“me,” bunny smirked, tugging his pants back on.
“no,” sae said simply, already walking away.
shidou just grinned down at you, brushing your messy hair from your tear-stained face. “who cares who won? my girl’s the real champ.”
the room reeked of sweat, musk and the feral heat of victory. the kind that clung to bare skin and stung the back of your throat. every muscle in your body trembled, slick with a cocktail of sweat and spit, legs spread wide because shidou had put you there and no one would dare move you until he decided otherwise. the cold floor bit against your spine, but it was nothing compared to the searing burn between your thighs. your hair clung damp to your cheeks, lashes sticky, every breath coming out broken and shallow.
around you, twenty-three men circled like predators, still panting from the game or from what had already been done to you. some were flushed and hard again, others fisting themselves slowly, cocks glistening with precome and sweat, all of them drunk on the sight of you ruined and helpless in the middle of the room.
shidou crouched near your head like a devil carved from pure chaos, his grin sharp and glittering. he dragged two fingers down your cheek, leaving behind something wet. you couldn’t tell if it was spit, sweat or his own release. “alright, boys,” he purred, voice curling like smoke through the thick heat of the room, “time to show some love.” he tilted his head, smile wide and obscene. “no one leaves her clean.”
your stomach dropped even as your body pulsed with desperate heat. there was no time to plead, no strength to fight. only the sound of the first groan as isagi dropped to his knees between your legs.
“god,” he rasped, hand working his cock in fast, rough strokes, hips jerking as if he couldn’t take his own pace. his gaze burned holes into you—your trembling lips, the bruises along your thighs and hips, the glossy wreck of your face. “god, you’re unreal. fuck.” his voice cracked on the last word as he spilled hard, thick ropes of come streaking across your stomach and ribs. his head tipped forward, shoulders shaking with the violence of his release and he hissed through his teeth like he’d been holding it back for hours.
he barely moved aside before bachira was there, crouched over your chest, grin feral and eyes glittering. “so pretty when you’re ruined,” he whispered, almost sweet, before jerking himself with quick, eager flicks of his wrist. he came fast, a messy arc across your tits, hot and shocking against your skin. but he wasn’t done. no, bachira’s fingers slid through the mess, smearing it across your tits lazily, circling your nipples just to watch you squirm and whimper. he giggled when your body jerked, pressing a filthy kiss to your jaw as he murmured, “still got so many to go, pretty thing.”
nagi came next, slow as sin, muttering, “such a pain,” under his breath like he couldn’t be bothered, but his heavy-lidded stare was locked on your face the whole time. he stroked himself lazily, dragging it out, until his orgasm spilled across your collarbone in lazy, dripping stripes, sliding into the hollow of your throat. his sigh was almost a groan, quiet and dragged out, before he stepped back without another word.
reo followed, teeth gritted so hard you could hear it, his fist pumping slick and fast. his orgasm hit sharp, his hips bucking forward like he wanted to bury it inside you, but he settled for leaving white streaks over your ribs. a ragged laugh broke from his throat, half-delirious, and his head tipped back like this was better than any win on the field.
kunigami knelt beside you, jaw tight like he hated what this did to him, but his cock told a different story, twitching as he worked it hard and desperate. “sorry,” he muttered under his breath, voice cracking on a groan as he spilled thick over your thigh. his big hands held you steady, gripping your trembling leg like he could feel you trying to close them, even now.
chigiri looked almost shy, cheeks flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, his pink hair sticking to his temple. his lips parted on a breathless whisper of your name, so soft you almost missed it—right before he came, heat streaking across your hipbone. his eyes fluttered shut, a tiny whimper slipping free, like he couldn’t believe how much he wanted this.
hiori knelt quietly, his breath shaky, little whimpers catching in his throat as he finished across your belly. his soft eyes stayed fixed on the mess blooming over your skin, like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
nanase and yukimiya came almost together. yukimiya’s perfect smirk barely holding as he grunted through his teeth, while nanase muttered, “i can’t believe—” before his words broke into a strangled moan as white streaks joined the rest across your stomach and side.
then came karasu, low laughter curling through the air like smoke. he knelt by your head, stroking himself in deliberate, teasing pulls before jerking forward. hot ropes landing across your cheek and jaw, close enough you could smell it. “fuck, look at you,” he murmured, and when you turned your head away, he chuckled and grabbed your chin. his thumb dragged through the mess and pressed to your lips. “open up, sweetheart.” you did. you had to.
otoya leaned down next, voice curling in your ear like silk. “perfect little doll,” he purred, finishing across your shoulder in hot stripes before slapping your ass lightly just to see you jump.
kurona was almost silent, biting down hard on a moan as he left his mark across your inner thigh, staring at the streak vanishing into your slick folds like he wanted to dive in after it.
raichi was anything but quiet, groaning your name like a curse as he pumped himself with brutal speed and spilled thick over your ribs. one broad hand clamped down on your waist, holding you in place like you’d bolt if he gave you a chance.
kiyora barely made a sound. clenched teeth, quick strokes, then a sharp exhale as heat spattered across your stomach. he stepped back without a word, though his eyes lingered on you like a brand.
ness looked almost reverent, his eyes glassy as he whispered something in german you couldn’t catch. his come streaked your breast, fingers trembling as he smeared it lightly, tracing the curve just to feel you.
then kaiser. oh, kaiser grinned like sin incarnate, crouching down so his blue eyes burned into yours. “look at you,” he purred, voice like honeyed venom, jerking his cock in slow, showy strokes until the first spatter hit your cheekbone. he aimed the rest so it slid toward your lips, tilting your chin up with his knuckles so everyone could watch. “gorgeous.”
charles muttered something filthy in french, spilling a hot, heavy line up your side and laughing breathlessly when you flinched from the overstimulation.
bunny came quick and harsh, groaning like he couldn’t hold back anymore as he planted his mess right over your navel, claiming the center of you like he owned it.
loki lingered, soft-eyed and cruel all at once, his come striping your neck as he murmured, “magnifique,” like that made it holy.
then rin, silent but deadly focused, his strokes sharp and punishing as he came across your lower belly with a hiss of breath through his nose. he didn’t even look away, like watching you drip was all he cared about.
finally, sae. calm, cold, perfect. but flushed, so flushed as he let his release stripe across your sternum, his gaze locked on your face. no smile, no sound. just possession burning in silence.
and last shidou, your man who made it possible, crouching over you like the devil admiring his favorite masterpiece. his grin split wide, wild, as he jerked his cock slow and easy, dragging it out while his free hand stroked your jaw. “good girl,” he murmured, voice rough and dripping with sweetness as his orgasm hit hot and heavy across your lips. his thumb swept up through the mess and pressed between them, forcing your mouth open. “swallow for me.”
you did, choking slightly as it slid down your throat, tears stinging your eyes while his grin only grew sharper. by the end, your body was unrecognizable. a living canvas, painted by twenty-two hands, dripping with every stripe of their obsession. they all stood there panting, chests heaving, staring down at what they’d done.
shidou looked around, grinning like a man who’d conquered the world. “now that,” he said cheerfully, slapping your thigh like you were his favorite trophy, “is what i call teamwork.”
the room was still vibrating with heat when shidou finally clapped his hands, sharp and loud. “alright, party’s over. out. now.”
no one argued. not even kaiser. they shuffled out one by one, some still laughing breathlessly, others too dazed to speak, leaving you on the floor trembling in a haze of sweat and come and overstimulation.
shidou crouched beside you, grin softer now, eyes bright but calmer than you’d seen all night. “damn, baby,” he murmured, brushing your damp hair off your sticky forehead with a surprisingly careful hand. “took ‘em all like a champ. my fuckin’ superstar.”
your throat worked, trying to speak, but no sound came out. just a shaky exhale that made him laugh under his breath. he slid his arms under you in one smooth motion, lifting you like you weighed nothing. your head lolled against his chest and you felt his heart hammering, fast and steady.
“easy, angel. i got you.” his voice dropped quiet, not the manic rasp from earlier but something warm, almost reverent. “gonna get you cleaned up. no more touching unless it’s me, yeah?”
the bathroom light was softer, golden and the sound of running water filled the air as he kicked the door shut with his heel. shidou sat you on the counter for a moment, his hands cupping your face, tilting your chin so he could look at you properly.
“still with me?” he asked, lips quirking into a crooked smile when you gave the faintest nod. “good girl. so fuckin’ good for me.” he kissed your forehead, a press of warm lips, no teeth, no bite , and that simple sweetness almost undid you more than anything else.
he set you down gently in the tub, steam curling up around you. the water was warm, not scalding like he’d done this a hundred times. he grabbed a washcloth, dipping it in the water, and began wiping you clean. slow. careful. almost absurdly tender for someone who’d just orchestrated a room-wide free-for-all on your body.
“look at this mess,” he murmured, swiping the cloth down your chest, along your ribs, over your thighs. “whole team couldn’t keep their hands off my girl. can’t blame ‘em. you’re fuckin’ addictive.” his voice stayed soft, even as his words burned. “but now you’re mine again. all mine.”
you shivered under every stroke, not from cold, but from everything catching up at once. your muscles ached, your skin tingled, your brain floated somewhere between bliss and exhaustion. when he reached your face, he used only his fingers, warm and wet, brushing away the dried streaks with a gentleness that made your throat close.
“hey.” his thumb traced your cheek as he noticed your eyes glassing over. “none of that. don’t you dare cry on me now. not unless it’s ‘cause i’m makin’ you feel good.” but the teasing edge was gone. his voice was steady, grounding and exactly what you needed right now. “you did perfect, angel. you gave me everything. fuck, i’m proud of you.”
still that was what broke you. the tears came fast, hot, silent at first, then shuddering sobs that made your whole body quake. shidou dropped the cloth immediately, climbing into the tub clothed without a second thought. he pulled you into his lap, water sloshing everywhere, holding you tight against his chest.
“shhh. i got you. i got you, baby.” he rocked you gently, one big hand cupping the back of your head, the other rubbing circles into your spine. “too much, huh? yeah, i know. you were so fuckin’ good though. so perfect for me.”
you clung to him, fingers twisting his soaked shirt, sobbing into his neck. he kissed the top of your head again and again, murmuring praise against your hair. “breathe with me. yeah, that’s it. in, out. there you go. attagirl.” another kiss to your cheek. “still mine, right? my sweet thing. my perfect mess.” he hugged you tighter. “love you like this, even when you’re falling apart on me.”
little by little, the shuddering eased, leaving you boneless in his arms, still trembling but calmer. shidou stayed there, water cooling around both of you, not moving an inch until your breathing leveled out.
“think you can handle me towelin’ you off and putting you to bed?” he murmured finally, lips brushing your temple. “no more games. just me takin’ care of you now. you deserve it.” you nodded weakly, and he grinned softer than ever, almost boyish. “that’s my girl.”
he stood with you still in his arms, dripping wet but secure, carrying you out like you were made of glass. for once, shidou ryusei wasn’t the wild, reckless devil who’d led twenty-two men in defiling you. he was just your boyfriend, murmuring praise into your hair while he made sure you never had to lift a finger and he’d never looked prouder.
