satoru trying to see what the fuss is about when you cheat on him with toji
you cheating on satoru with toji, so he goes over to see who exactly the guy is who fucked his girlfriend so good she apparently forgot she was in a committed relationship, only for toji—6’3, shirtless, thick thighs and thicker biceps, holding a beer can—to open the door, dark lazy eyes dragging over satoru, scar curling at the corner of his mouth.
“oh, you’re the guy who called the other mornin’,” he muses, and satoru ignores the way his dick very much likes the sound of his voice. this is ridiculous—so fucking ridiculous. the guy who stole his girl from him is hot as fuck.
“yeah,” satoru scoffs, trying to regain his footing. “i am. so back off man.”
toji laughs then, low, rough, and his eyes drag over satoru in a way that makes his skin hot and tight. “yeah alright pretty boy.” satoru tries not to bristle at the name but fails, and toji hums low, eyes dragging over him. “i ain’t mean to step on any toes or nothin’. i didn't even know she had a man when i fucked her,” toji drawls and satoru bristles, jaw tightening.
“well she did,” he spits back, irritated, hot, turned on? what the fuck?
“yeah, yeah,” toji muses as he swallows down some beer. “you’re pretty though,” he mutters “your girl—great tits by the way—said you were pretty but she undersold ya.” satoru’s mouth goes dry, cheeks going red.
“dude—what the fuck?” he chokes out, and toji laughs, low and steady.
“yeah, you’re a pretty one ain’t ya?” satoru’s heart is thumping, his anger still there, but the heat is too much to ignore, pulsing under his skin from the way toji keeps looking at him—the fucker is practically undressing him with his eyes and isn’t even trying to hide it.
“listen,” satoru spits out, because he came here for a fucking reason, “you fucked my girl. that’s really fucking shitty of you,” he hisses, stepping closing, one hand shoving at toji but jesus the guy is like a brick wall. “so stay the fuck away from her, alright?”
toji hums, and his hand wraps around satoru’s wrist, and he tugs him closer, lowering his head down, eyes on satoru’s. “yeah?” he murmurs, voice a rough rasp. “or how bout I show you why your girl was crying into my sheets, moanin’ like a whore?” he mutters and Satoru stares, breath catching, heart pounding.
“what the fuck are you—“ he hisses because no fucking way.
“one night, that’s all. i'll let ya see exactly what the fuss is about,” toji grins, wide and crude and Satoru’s pulse skips.
he swallows and his eyes flit over toji’s. “fine, whatever,” he breathes because fuck it. fuck it.
and fuck it indeed because toji takes him in and spends the entire night showing him exactly why you cheated—and after being fucked and pounded into the mattress, and then manhandled and toji bouncing him on his massive cock, cumming thrice, fucked out, dumb and slumped over in his sheets, satoru faintly thinks, yeah okay he gets why you cheated.
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