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Even though August clung to the world outside with its heavy, humid grip, the beach house felt surprisingly cool inside. A soft draft slipped through the open windows, carrying the faint tang of salt and brine with it. The walls were pale and bare, the furniture soft and welcoming, and every few seconds the thunderous crash of the waves against the shore echoed like a heartbeat beneath the silence.

Haylee wrapped her arms around herself as she stood near the large window, gazing into the dark horizon. Outside, the sea churned restlessly under the moon’s dim glow. She always loved this contradiction - the chaos of the waves and the safety she felt tucked away behind glass and walls, warm between the presence of the two men who grounded her.

She placed her tote bag onto the kitchen counter, her fingers lingering on the fabric. She had packed it carefully before leaving Satoru’s apartment, rehearsing over and over in her mind what this night might be. 

What it could be.

Suguru was the first to break the silence. He stretched out lazily on the couch, his black hair spilling across the cushions, and turned his dark eyes toward them. “What’s the plan now?” he asked, his voice smooth but carrying that casual authority that always seemed to demand an answer.

Satoru flopped down next to him with a dramatic sigh. “Movie night?” he suggested, then immediately made a face. “Wait. We don’t have any snacks. Never mind, disaster.”

Suguru tilted his head, lips quirking in faint amusement. “You mean to tell me we can’t possibly watch a film without snacks?”

Satoru leaned into him, smirk tugging at his mouth. “Or,” he said, dragging the word suggestively, “we make our own snacks.”

The way he said it left little room for misinterpretation.

Suguru gave him a flat look and shoved his face away with one palm. “Haylee,” he said dryly, “say something before he gets ahead of himself.”

But Haylee wasn’t really there. Her body was in the room, but her mind wasn’t. Her eyes were locked on the tote bag she’d set down earlier, her thoughts spiraling and loud.

Suguru’s gaze lingered on her, his sharp intuition kicking in almost immediately. She had been quiet in the car ride too - he’d chalked it up to exhaustion, but this was different. Her stillness was heavy.

“Haylee?” he called gently.

No answer.

He tried again, a little firmer. “Haylee.”

Still nothing.

This time, Satoru noticed. He pulled himself off of Suguru and bounded toward her in a few long strides. He reached her first, his hand brushing lightly against her arm. “Sweetheart, you okay?” His voice wasn’t teasing - it carried genuine worry.

Her head snapped up like she’d just broken through the surface of deep water. “Huh?” she blinked at him, then gave a quick, nervous laugh. “Yeah. Why?”

Satoru tilted his head, beautiful blue eyes narrowing slightly. “Because you’re staring at that bag like you have personal beef with it..” He tried to lighten the moment with a chuckle.

But instead of laughing, Haylee flushed. Her cheeks turned pink, creeping all the way up to her ears. She looked flustered - guilty even - and that startled him more than anything.

Satoru whipped his head toward Suguru, eyebrows shooting up. “Um. Suguru. I don’t know what’s happening, but I think it’s your turn.” He retreated dramatically back to the couch, hands raised in mock defeat.

Suguru, calmer, leaned forward with that patient steadiness he carried so well. “Baby,” he said softly, “what’s in the bag?”

Haylee hesitated. Her fingers gripped the counter, then clenched the tote so hard her knuckles turned white. When she finally spoke, her voice was small and trembling. “I… I just have a gift for you.”

They didn’t rush her. Both men knew her tells - the way she got shy, the way encouragement only pushed her further into retreat in moments like this. So they stayed quiet, waiting, letting her gather courage at her own pace.

Slowly, Haylee unclasped the tote. Her movements were careful, reverent, almost ritualistic. She pulled out a small dark blue leather box and set it gently on the counter. Her heart thudded in her chest as she opened it.

Inside lay a neatly folded length of soft fabric. At first glance it looked like a bandage, but its texture gleamed - smooth, rich, woven from finer material. With delicate fingers, she lifted it out and walked over to the couch, handing it to Satoru. 

He took it slowly, recognition dawning in his eyes. A memory surfaced - one of their previous conversation about his eyes, about covering them. About how sunglasses weren’t enough anymore and how blindfolds sounded kinky. They’d decided bandages were it. 

Now here it was.

Satoru held it in his hands like it was something precious. He carefully looped it over his eyes, not fully covering them, just testing how it felt. And immediately he could tell - it was perfect. Soft, lightweight, comforting in a way that was both practical and personal. So much better than the sunglasses he hated.

A sudden swell of joy burst through him, so strong he couldn’t contain it. He practically lunged forward, scooping Haylee up and pulling her onto his lap. His arms wrapped around her tightly, burying his face against her neck.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmured against her skin, his voice muffled with emotion. “Thank you, this is so good. You’re amazing.” His grip around her waist was fierce, like he couldn’t possibly let her go.

Haylee’s laughter was soft and nervous, but there was relief in it too - like a weight lifting.

But the moment was gone when they heard Suguru’s voice again. 

“Haylee…” Suguru’s voice cut through the warmth of the moment. It was low, deliberate.

Both of them turned their heads toward him. He wasn’t on the couch anymore. He was standing by the counter, tote bag in one hand. In his other hand was another small box he had pulled from inside.

A box that didn’t hold a gift like the first.

No, this one was unmistakable.

Satoru blinked, his brain catching up a second later. “…are those-”

Suguru’s lips curved faintly as he lifted the box slightly, like he wanted her to acknowledge it. “Haylee. What is this?”

And only then did Satoru realize what Suguru was holding.

A box of condoms.

The room went still. The crash of the waves outside suddenly seemed deafening.

Haylee’s face went scarlet, her wide eyes darting between the two men. Her fingers twisted into Satoru’s shirt, clinging to him like his shirt could save her from the situation she put herself in.

She could feel the tension in Satoru’s body behind her - stiff, almost vibrating with restrained energy. Her own face was burning, so hot it was as if the soft light of the beach house lamps had turned into a spotlight fixed directly on her. 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go down. Not at all.

But then again, she didn’t even know how it was supposed to go down.

The silence stretched thickly around the three of them, heavy and suffocating, like the charged air right before a summer thunderstorm. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The only sounds were the muffled crash of the waves against the rocks outside, the creak of the old beach house settling, and Haylee’s own heart thundering too loudly in her ears.

Satoru’s mind was racing - no, crashing like the waves outside, violent and erratic. He had gone utterly still when Suguru pulled the second box from her bag, his usual playful arrogance stripped away in an instant. Now, he couldn’t even look at her without imagining what it would mean - what it would feel like inside her pussy - to tear through that box tonight.

Suguru, on the other hand, kept his calm facade, though his mind was just as loud as a storm. He stood still, the small box still in his hand, dark eyes fixed on Haylee as if trying to read every twitch in her expression. He didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t want her to think they were pressuring her. But he also couldn’t leave this hanging, this thick silence that only fed Satoru’s impatience and Haylee’s shyness.

Haylee gripped the hem of her dress, twisting the fabric in her fists until her knuckles turned white. Her mind was blank - a complete, aching void. She wanted to explain, but the words just… wouldn’t come. All she could feel was their eyes on her: Suguru’s steady, searching gaze and Satoru’s restless, sharp presence behind her.

It felt like hours, though barely a minute had passed.

Suguru opened his mouth, ready to break the silence, ready to frame something soft and careful that would ease her into speaking-

But Satoru couldn’t take it anymore.

“Honestly,” he said suddenly, his voice sharp with forced nonchalance, “why are we even acting so weird about this? It’s just a box of condoms.”

His laugh was too loud, too careless, too obviously fake. He shifted, sliding Haylee off his lap in one quick motion - he couldn’t risk Haylee noticing the hard bulge in his sweatpants. She stumbled a little at the suddenness of it, looking at him with wide, startled eyes.

“She probably bought it by mistake.” Satoru added quickly, leaning back into the couch, draping an arm over the backrest like he wasn’t seconds away from exploding. Like he wasn’t already painfully hard under his sweats.

He didn’t believe a single word he was saying. Not one.

But he needed the topic gone. He needed space to breathe before he did something impulsive - something Haylee wasn’t ready for. Because god, every second she stayed flushed like that, fidgeting like that, he wanted to ruin her more.

Suguru raised a brow, unimpressed. His silence said everything Satoru refused to.

Haylee, still pink from head to toe, lowered her gaze. She inhaled shakily, forcing her voice out before it could waver too much.

“It wasn’t a mistake.”

The words dropped like stones in the ocean. The air inside the beach house thickened, heated, pulsed with something alive.

Satoru froze. Suguru’s fingers tightened imperceptibly around the small box.

The waves outside crashed louder, like the world itself wanted to punctuate her confession.

Satoru’s jaw clenched, his blue eyes burning brighter than any sky. He wanted her. Needed her. And now he knew - he’d be a fool not to fuck her throughly tonight. In this beach house. Until dawn. Until she was begging him to stop. 

Haylee’s voice cracked the air, raw and desperate:

“I want you. Both of you.”

The words had barely left her lips before Satoru was on her, dragging her into his lap like he’d been starving for her all along. His mouth collided with hers in a frantic, hungry kiss - hot, messy, lips and teeth and tongue sliding together in a fever that stole her breath. His hands gripped her like he didn’t trust the world not to take her away.

Her head tilted back suddenly, not for air - no, her scalp tingled as her hair was pulled taut. A groan rose in her throat until she realized it wasn’t Satoru. 

Suguru’s hand had tangled in her hair, pulling her face toward him, his mouth descending on hers with a heat that was slower, thicker, a drag of lips that made her whimper.

Her body jolted at the whiplash of it - Suguru’s kiss tasting darker, heavier, and then suddenly Satoru was reclaiming her mouth, his teeth catching her bottom lip in a way that made her gasp. She was dizzy, spinning between them, mouths and hands passing her back and forth until her mind blurred into static.

She didn’t even notice when one of them - she couldn’t tell who - lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs locked instinctively around his waist, her lips still caught in a fevered kiss, her body clinging like she’d drown if she let go.

And then suddenly the shift. The world tilted, the air changed, and she was falling - softly, but jarringly - onto a mattress. Her eyes snapped open for a split second, wild and disoriented. 

When did they even make it upstairs?

She didn’t have the mind to think. 

Satoru was above her in a blur of pale hair and fever bright eyes, stripping fabric from her body with a recklessness that made her gasp. He tore her open to the air in fragments, each piece of clothing peeled away only to be replaced with the scorch of his open mouthed kisses. His lips dragged everywhere - her stomach, her ribs, the soft inside of her arm - as if he meant to memorize her skin one frantic mark at a time.

She barely had the chance to catch her breath when she felt another mouth.

A gasp broke from her throat. One hot trail of kisses seared lower, another devoured higher - lips closing hungrily around her bare breast while another dragged fire along the trembling lines of her thighs. 

Two different hungers, devouring her at once.

Her body bowed upward like she had no control left, her spine arching, her fingers gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles ached. Every nerve ending screamed for more, every inch of her skin lit up under the assault of their mouths.

Her head fell back, lips parting on helpless sounds she didn’t recognize as her own. Raw, shameless, broken moans tumbled out, filling the room, louder each time they pressed harder, kissed deeper.

She didn’t even know her body could make noises like this - high, frantic, spilling into the air like confessions she couldn’t take back. She didn’t even know she could feel like this - split apart and held together, dizzy and alive, her whole being unraveling under the onslaught of their mouths and hands.

And still, it wasn’t enough.

Not nearly enough.

Every nerve in Haylee’s body was screaming, every inch of her was trembling, but the fire inside her was still burning wild and empty. The kisses, the mouths, the hands - they had unraveled her completely, left her undone and dizzy, but none of it touched the void clawing inside her chest, lower, deeper.

What she wanted - no, what she needed - was to be filled. To the brim. To the point of breaking.

Her throat caught on the words, her lips trembling as she forced them out, each syllable shivering with need.
“I- I want you… inside. Please.”

Her eyes finally snapped open, dragging her out of the haze.

And what she saw rooted her breath in her lungs.

Two men she thought she knew better than anyone - and yet, in this moment, their gazes made her feel like prey cornered by predators. If she hadn’t trusted them with her everything, if she didn’t know she was the safest in their hands, the sight might’ve terrified her to death.

Because the way they were looking at her wasn’t human.

It was hunger in its rawest form.

Her chest hitched with an airy moan at the weight of it - her thighs squeezing, her back arching into their touch like her body was begging on its own.

Satoru first. His white hair a wild, ruined halo around his flushed face, strands sticking to his forehead with sweat. His lips were swollen, bitten red, glistening from the trail of spit and kisses he had stolen from her. And his eyes - those bright, endless blues - were blown wide, crazed, devouring her like she was the only thing left in the world that could keep him alive.

Suguru beside him, just as devastating if not more. His long black hair had fallen from its tie, spilling in thick waves over his broad shoulders, clinging to his flushed skin. His eyes, half lidded and hazy, were no less dangerous - the heat in them was heavy, suffocating, like smoke that filled her lungs and set her nerves alight. His chest rose and fell in shallow, sharp breaths, his mouth parted as if he was already tasting her in the back of his throat.

It was too much and yet it was never enough.

“Please,” Haylee moaned again, muffled and broken, her spine bowing as she pressed into their touch. Her voice didn’t sound like her own anymore - it sounded ruined.

And then-

Satoru’s hand jerked up to his face. His head tilted back, his fingers pressing under his nose. For a moment, she thought it was nothing - until she saw the smear of red when he pulled his hand away.

Blood.

Haylee’s breath hitched, her dazed mind reeling.

Satoru blinked down at his palm, at the streak of crimson across his fingertips. A crooked, delirious grin pulled at his lips before he whispered, voice raw and wrecked, “Fuck.”

He sounded so pussy-drunk, so absolutely destroyed, it made her thighs clench on instinct.

And that was when both of them moved - at once.

Fingers pulling at their own buttons, fabric shoved aside, the rasp of shirts sliding off ruined, sweat slicked skin.

Satoru’s pale chest bared first, smooth and lean, muscles taut from the tension trembling through him. Suguru followed, his broad, muscled frame unraveling from black fabric, skin glowing faint under the low light, the ink on his body a dark slash of sin against all that heat.

Both of them stripped down before her like men shedding restraint, their eyes never leaving her for a second - pinning her to the mattress, holding her captive beneath the weight of that hunger.

And all she could think was how badly she wanted to be devoured.

Haylee’s hazy eyes drank them in - two towering figures with their bare torsos, sweat sheened, muscles shifting beneath pale and bronze skin. Her chest rose and fell fast, her lips parted as if she couldn’t catch her breath.

Her gaze lingered longer on Suguru. She could faintly see it - black ink crawling over the strong slope of his shoulder blades, the edges of something intricate hiding beneath his hair. Her curiosity sparked, sharp and demanding, cutting through the fog of lust.

She sat up suddenly, the sheets whispering under her as she reached for him with trembling but deliberate hands.

Satoru, half drunk on heat and adrenaline, swung his head toward Suguru too, his grin wrecked and unsteady.
“Two hotties,” he let out in a breathy laugh, his voice cracked with need. “I swear I’m in heaven right now. About to pass out.”

Suguru gave a quiet chuckle, but he leaned closer, surrendering himself to Haylee’s hands.

Only, Haylee wasn’t reaching for his chest or arms like he thought. With a sharp little tug, she guided him to turn his body away from her, making him face the other direction. He stilled, then obeyed, and his hair slipped down over one shoulder as he revealed his back.

Her eyes widened.

Suguru’s entire back was inked with a vast, intricate design. A celestial mural carved into his skin. Across his broad shoulders, a sun burned bright, rays curling outward like tongues of fire. One scale on his left side cradled a crescent moon, while the other balanced a lone star, each suspended in perfect symmetry. The lines of it all streamed down his spine like flowing rivers of ink, converging at a compass circle at the base of his back, sharp and deliberate, as though his body itself was a map of heaven and hell, of light and dark.

It wasn’t just beautiful - it was commanding. Heavy with meaning, dangerous with weight.

Haylee’s chest tightened, her hazy mind too clouded to unravel its meaning. The only thought that broke through was hot and reckless, tumbling from her lips before she could catch it.

“I wanna scratch all over your back.”

And just like that, Suguru’s composure cracked completely. 

He spun around in one smooth, ruthless movement, grabbing her wrists and pressing her down flat into the mattress again. The air left her lungs in a sharp gasp as his mouth crushed down on hers, a storm of heat and teeth and breath.

She barely caught her bearings when another sensation burned its way into her nerves.

Satoru. His mouth trailing lower, his kisses sloppy and desperate as he pressed down her inner thighs, biting, sucking, making her twitch. His hair brushed against her skin like fire. By the time he reached the curve of her panties, he was already tugging them aside, his breath hot against her most sensitive place. “Missed your taste so much. Couldn’t sleep a wink since I tasted this heavenly cunt, baby.”

“Wait-” Haylee’s voice cracked through the haze. She shoved a hand against Suguru’s chest to break the kiss, panting hard as she found her words. “No, Satoru. Stop. This time…” her voice faltered but carried, “…I wanna pleasure you two.”

The shift in her tone, the raw boldness of it, snapped through the room like lightning.

She sat up, her cheeks hot, her body trembling - but not with shyness. All her usual restraint had been burned out of her. Her eyes flicked down, and the sight made her exhale a sharp breath.

The bulges straining in their pants were obscene, heavy, making the fabric cling tight.

Her hand moved before she thought, pressing against the thick outline in Satoru’s pants. His reaction was instant - his hips jerked up into her touch, his head tilting back, a guttural sound clawing out of his throat. His eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting as he let out a choked groan. “Please.”

That single word, needy and unguarded, sent a rush of heat flooding her veins.

Haylee licked her lips, leaning closer, her focus narrowing entirely on him. Her fingers worked at his zipper, tugging the denim down over his hips. When the fabric slid away, the sight nearly undid her - his boxers were already stained, a dark wet patch spreading over the thin black cotton.

It looked obscene. Appetizing. Her mouth watered as her tongue swept over her lips again, hunger flashing in her eyes.

But she didn’t stop there.

She shifted, her body turning towards Suguru who was standing tall beside Satoru, watching her every move like a predator holding back his bite. Her hands moved to his waistband next, steady despite the tremor in her chest. She undid the button, pulled the zipper down, and eased his pants off until he too was left in nothing but his boxers.

Both of them now stripped down to the last barrier, their arousal thick and undeniable, visible proof of just how badly they wanted her.

Haylee’s breath came quick and shallow as she slid her hands down Satoru’s hips, fingers brushing the waistband of his black boxers. He was already trembling under her touch, his broad chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon.

With deliberate slowness, she peeled the fabric down. His body jolted, a sharp hiss leaving his lips as the cool air hit him. His head tipped back, white lashes fluttering as a low groan rumbled from his throat.

“C- can I… touch it?” Haylee whispered, her voice so soft it almost disappeared into the air between them.

Satoru’s laugh cracked in half, raw and needy. He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth so hard it whitened, his hands twitching at his sides. “Please,” he rasped, eyes half closed, blue dark with desperation. “Do anything- just… something.”

That was all she needed.

Her hand wrapped around him carefully, almost reverent, and his whole body arched into her touch. His hips bucked once, helpless, as if his body had been waiting for this forever.

Satoru’s groan was muffled into his own mouth, head jerking back so far his hair fell into his eyes. The sound that broke from him was strangled, guttural, and beautiful.

Haylee began to move her hand, slowly, teasingly, pumping him in a steady rhythm. Every stroke had his jaw tightening, his stomach tensing, and his lips parting with the kind of whimper he’d normally tease someone else for.

“F- fuck, no, don’t-” he gasped, then choked on his own words, his eyes rolling back as another moan slipped free. “No, stop- ah, f-fuck- don’t stop.”

Her thighs clenched together at the sight, heat pulsing sharp between her legs. The realization hit her hard: she had Satoru Gojo unraveling, completely undone, and all because of her.

Smirking faintly, she let her thumb brush over his slick, flushed tip. The effect was instant - Satoru’s whole body jerked, his voice breaking into a strangled cry.

“Oh, f-fuck- stopstopstop” he gasped, snatching at her wrist with trembling fingers. He heaved, chest shuddering, pulling her hand away like it burned him. “I’m gonna- ngh- fuck- I’ll cum.”

Haylee’s lashes fluttered as she looked up at him, eyes wide and soft, her lips parted with feigned innocence. “But… I want you to cum, Satoru.” Her voice dripped with sweetness, her expression angelic - such a sharp contrast to the filthy act she’d just been doing.

That contradiction nearly killed him. His eyes glazed, his mouth fell open, and for a moment he looked like he was already halfway gone.

But then another voice slid into her ear, low and sinful.

“Now, now, eager girl,” Suguru’s breath was hot against her skin, his words wrapping around her spine like a fist. “Your Satoru here has never been inside a pussy. We have to go easy on him, don’t we?”

Haylee’s breath caught, body shivering at the way Suguru’s tone was both teasing and dripping with promise.

And then his patience snapped.

In one swift motion, Suguru pushed her back onto the mattress, her spine hitting the sheets as her hair fanned around her face. His body loomed over hers, his gaze dark and dangerous. “Watch closely, Satoru,” he murmured, voice low like a growl. “This is how you properly fuck her brains out.”

His large hands spread her thighs apart with ease, his grip unyielding. The cool air hit her heated core, making her shiver as her panties clung damp and thin against her. With no hesitation, Suguru tugged them aside and slid one thick, long finger into her dripping awaiting pussy slowly.

The stretch was immediate, sharp pleasure making her cry out. Her walls fluttered around him, clinging greedily as his finger began a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with obscene ease.

The sound of it - the slick, wet noise of her body swallowing him down - was filthy, echoing in the room. Satoru’s sharp inhale beside her proved he was just as wrecked watching it as she was feeling it.

Haylee panted, her chest heaving as heat crawled up her neck. “N-nghh… ohhh-!” she whined, her hips twitching to meet his thrusts, chasing the high.

But before she could move too far, Satoru pressed her hips down with one large palm, pinning her to the bed with infuriating ease. His mouth lowered to her ear, his voice cracking as he moaned, “Stay still, baby. Let Suguru fuck you nice and slow.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, her body writhing anyway, betraying her need. “F-fuck! Fuck, I-ohh, nghhh!” Her voice broke, high and helpless, as her walls clamped down hard around Suguru’s finger.

Suguru groaned himself, the sound low and vibrating through his chest. He curled his finger just right, his palm grinding brutally against her swollen clit with every thrust as he added another finger. His other hand pressed her thigh further apart, holding her wide open to show how she belonged to him.

“God,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes locked on the way her body swallowed him down. “You’re fucking dripping. Greedy little thing, aren’t you pretty?”

Haylee’s answer was a choked moan, her nails clawing at the sheets as pleasure ricocheted through her body, raw and overwhelming.

And beside her, Satoru looked like he was about to break entirely.

Haylee then could feel Satoru’s hard cock poke against her thigh, and she can feel the way he was already palming himself up and down as Suguru’s precum was leaking onto the bed. 

A few seconds later, Haylee was coming undone on his fingers quickly and efficiently. She enjoyed her high for just a few seconds before she’s being manhandled again to straddle Satoru, hovering right above his huge tip. 

Gripping it, he rubs between her folds, groaning loudly. Enjoying the way Haylee’s sticky cum lathers his cock like it’s lube. Haylee lets out a moan, crumpling against his chest. 

“Satoru- just put it in~” Haylee moans as she pushes herself down on his cock. 

“You’re killing me oh- you’re killing me-” Satoru pants from below her, slowly inching his cock into her heated hole. 

The intrusion slightly stings, burning with the way Haylee must now grow accustomed to something larger than Suguru’s fingers. Haylee lets out a loud and sharp moan as her nails dig into his shoulders. 

Satoru shamelessly whimpers, holding her hips in a vice-like grip, maneuvering Haylee up and down his cock like she’s his personal fleshlight. Guiding her first slow, tantalizing descent. The stretch, the fullness - God, it’s like nothing else exists but this. Haylee bites her lip, meeting his intense gaze as she begins to rock forward, the friction igniting every nerve ending.

“Fuuuuuuuuck- You’re so much louder than I imagined baby,” Satoru pants out as he grows faster and more desperate, voice thick with desire as he leans in, trailing hot kisses down her neck.

The sounds she makes - the desperate gasps, the soft moans - fills the room, weaving around the steady rhythm of Satoru’s hips lifting to meet Haylee’s. His pace is furiously demanding, coaxing her closer to the edge with every stroke. His cockhead hitting right up against Haylee’s sensitive spot each time makes her feel lightheaded, she barely can catch his pace. 

Before Haylee can catch her breath, Suguru’s lips are at the other side of her neck, hot and demanding, sucking bruises along her skin. His hands roam from her waist to her thighs, squeezing and kneading, sending jolts of electricity through her body.

“Don’t stop,” Haylee whimpers, voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

Satoru smirks against her skin, his thrusts deepening, hips rolling up to meet hers quicker. “Couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

The bed creaks beneath them both, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, breath hitching, and whispered curses and moans and screams.

“Harder,” Haylee begs, voice shaky but desperate.

Gojo complies immediately, his hips snapping up sharply, sending jolts of pleasure deep inside her. Suguru’s fingers move to Haylee’s clit, kneading roughly, sending waves of fire through her body. 

His hand pushes Haylee down flatter against Satoru’s chest. She almost think it’s so Satoru can wrap his arms around her body more easily. 

But no. 

It’s so his hands can spread out her ass cheeks, his thumb swirling around her tight, hole that’s no longer virgin anymore. 

Haylee lets out an actual scream, hips stuttering against Satoru’s. Looking back over her shoulder at Suguru.

Suguru only smirks at her wide eyed stare, unbothered by the panic starting to rise in her throat. “Relax baby,” he coos, leaning in close, his breath brushing the nape of her neck. “You know I would never do something that would hurt you.”

But his thumb presses a little firmer against her hole, as it’s being pumped by Satoru’s massive cock unrelentingly, circling with obscene wet sounds from the mess between her legs. She trembles in Satoru’s lap, unsure if she’s trying to pull away or push back, body caught in that delirious space between fear and arousal.

“Suguru…” Haylee whimpers, her voice shaking. “I- I don’t know if I can take both of you at the same nghh at the same time.”

“Relax pretty,” he says, almost tender. “That’s why I’m being so gentle and patient. But trust your Suguru alright?”

“Gentle and patient?” Satoru snorts beneath her, his voice desperate and muffled where his mouth is pressed against Haylee’s neck. “Don’t act like you weren’t dying to be the first to wreck her here.”

Suguru chuckles but doesn’t deny it. His thumb slides down to gather more of her slick, then slowly returns, pressing with just enough pressure to tease, not enter her hole. 

Not just yet. 

“Just getting her used to it,” he murmurs, then glances at Haylee. “You okay Haylee?”

Haylee bites her lip hard enough to sting. Everything in her body screams no, this is too much- but there’s also that deep, humiliating pulse between her legs that says yes, yes, keep going. 

Take both of them. 

“I… I- it feels ah feels so good,” she breathes. 

Satoru’s arms tighten around her from below, grounding her, his lips ghosting just beneath her jaw. “It’s like you’re made for me. This pussy is all made for me, princess.”

“M-Mngh…I…I…”

“You know we would ngghh never do anything to hurt you baby. You got nothing to - fuck - t-to worry about,” Satoru bites his pink lip, breathing coming out in sharper huffs as he continues his ravenous thrusts into Haylee’s dripping pussy.

“H-how’s it not supposed to hurt when ah you two are both hmmmmm i-inside?” 

Satoru gave a look at Suguru over Haylee’s shoulder, then at Haylee, before he hid a crazed giggle in Haylee’s neck.  

But Haylee had no time to question it as she felt Suguru whisper in her ear, “Reverse Cursed Technique, sweetheart.” 

Before she could even protest -which she wasn’t going to do- she felt Suguru’s thumb enter her pussy as Satoru continued his thrusts harsher and more as Haylee clenched down on both of them feeling them both use reverse cursed technique at the same time. 

“S-shhh,” Suguru soothes, his voice low and steady. “I’m right here. Just breathe with me, okay?”

Haylee swallowed hard, heart pounding, caught between nerves and something darker, something that feels like trust wrapped in heat.

She hid her face in the crook of Satoru’s neck, squealing when her cheeks get spread wider to make room for more, as Suguru’s fingers worked along Satoru’s dripping cock. 

His finger moves slowly and gently, like he’s savoring the moment. While Satoru’s thrusts were hard and harsh, Suguru’s fingers were gentle and patient. Both feelings at the same time was pushing Haylee to madness as Satoru distracted her with a thumb over her clit, pressing down. 

“Sa…sa…” Haylee cough out a cry, tears stinging at her eyes, forehead resting against his. 

The overstimulation of it all makes her feel used, but simultaneously like the luckiest girl in the world. Getting fucked in both ways, from he two favorite people - she was in the brink of insanity. 

Satoru goes back to playing with her nipples, his tongue swirling around each bud, showing them both affection. He sucks on one, then the other, pulling off with a wet plop before going back to sucking. 

All the while, Suguru is slowly and slowly stretching and preparing Haylee’s hole for his own leaking cock. He rubs his length between her asscheeks, his thumb just gently pressing in and out of her vagina. 

Truly, utterly, filthy. 

But that’s how they both are - that’s how they’ve always been. However, even now with her hole slowly being poked by Suguru’s thick cock as well, his balls full of cum pressed against her, she begins to think that maybe - just maybe - she should’ve thought twice about fucking both of them at the same time. 

But Haylee wasn’t the one to quit from a challenge. 

And Satoru doesn’t stop fucking Haylee, not even for a while, almost cockwarming with the way he’s intent on watching her expression as Suguru takes her alongside his cock as well. 

“…mmnngghh! Ah! Ah!” Haylee tenses up again as Suguru enters her, feeling both cocks tight inside her walls.

“Shhh,” both men coo, gently calming her down, as Satoru’s thrusts grow slower to follow Suguru’s rhythm. 

Haylee’s breath is shaking, head swimming from the sheer overstimulation. Her body’s exhausted, every nerve frayed and twitching, but their touch keeps her grounded - Satoru’s soft lips brushing her temple, Suguru’s hand firm and reassuring at her hip. The way they look at her like she’s something fragile and holy, even as they ruin her completely undone. 

Something Haylee could never forget even if she lost her goddamn mind. 

The stretch to her already tight hole is unfamiliar, even slightly painful with both of the strongest sorcerers were using an overwhelming amount of reverse cursed technique on her. Something foreign being stuffed into her almost makes her want to kick off both of them. But she can’t help the way her body feels enticed to stay and endure, how Satoru’s thumb slowly rubs her clit like he’s trying to soothe her nerves, and how Suguru is adding his own spit and her essence as makeshift lube. 

It makes Haylee’s legs twitch. Her nails leaving marks on Satoru’s shoulders, breath catching in her throat. She’s trembling from the overstimulation and the confusion because she has never felt this good, this heavenly - her body caught in that twisted place between heaven and hell. Every nerve feels lit from within.

Suguru murmurs something low and encouraging, lips brushing her spine as he works her open with slow, practiced care. It doesn’t ease the ache completely, but the sound of his voice, paired with Satoru’s steady thumb circling her clit, grounds her. Anchors her. Makes it all bearable and leaves her aching for more.

More. More. More. 

“You’re doing so well pretty,” Satoru breathes against her ear, voice tinged with a warmth she wasn't expecting. “So fuckin’ tight… I can’t believe I get to do this finally.”

Haylee manages a shaky nod, tears rolling down her cheeks, her whole body won’t stop trembling as she starts pushing her body up and down to meet their thrusts. 

“Just breathe,” Suguru murmurs. “Let go baby, we got you.”

She tries.

Lets her forehead drop to Satoru’s collarbone, lips parting in a soft moan as her body slowly begins to adjust to both of their thick and massive cocks. It was all too much that Haylee could feel everything there. She could feel the veins of their cocks stimulating her walls crazily. The pressure begins to melt into something else entirely - something far more dangerous.

“How’s she feel?” Satoru asks breathlessly, the vibration thrumming against her forehead. 

All Haylee hears is a grunt, then a strangled chuckle that sounds like Suguru finally bottomed out. And he did with the way Haylee felt his balls against her ass. 

“Heaven.” Suguru grins. 

Haylee’s breath hitches at the sound of his voice - rough, low and edged with something primal. Suguru’s grip tightens on her waist, fingers digging in just enough to make her feel the shape of them, like a brand.

“Heaven,” he repeats again, more to himself this time, savoring it. Haylee feels every inch of him nestled deep inside, the fullness overwhelming, stretching her in ways she never thought she could take. 

Satoru groans beneath her, rolling his hips slightly like he’s trying to remind her he’s still there, still buried in her, still so hard. “Fuck, do you like getting spoiled like this pretty girl?,” he mumbles, one hand trailing up her spine to cradle the back of her head. “I won’t be able to go back to normal life after this. I’m dying.”

Haylee lets out a breathy sob - half a moan, half a cry. It’s all too much. The stretch. The pressure. The obscene closeness. But she doesn’t tell them to stop. That isn’t even the last thing she wants right now. 

Suguru leans forward, chest pressing to Haylee’s back, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “You’re doing so good for us, sweetheart,” he whispers, rolling his hips slowly and deep. “Let me hear you more.”

And when she finally makes a sound again - soft, broken and needy - they both groan in tandem, like the sound alone was what they’d been starving for.

And just like that, they both work in perfect unison with one another. Haylee is left whimpering, pathetically sobbing against Satoru’s chest. “S-Sat…”

“I know, baby. I know.” Satoru cups the back of Haylee's head, holding her there like she’s something fragile - like her cries are sacred, a melody only they get to hear. “You’re doin’ so good for me, for us,” he whispers, voice hoarse and thick with lust. “Just take it. Let us take care of you.”

Behind her, Suguru keeps his rhythm steady and deep, grinding into her hole he’s claimed like it was always meant for him. He listens to every gasp that tears from her throat, every little tremble of her body, and adjusts like he knows her better than Haylee knows herself.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” Suguru murmurs with a low chuckle, wiping a tear that’s slipped down Haylee’s cheek with his thumb. “So long. Way too fucking ugh- long.”

The way they move together, how one touches Haylee where the other can’t - it’s too much, too good. Every drag, every thrust, every breath she takes feels stolen and sacred.

And Haylee’s never felt so damn full in her entire life. And fuck, was she missing out. 

“Oh- f-fuck c’mere.” Satoru gasps, pressing her body so crushingly against his. Kissing her shaky shoulders, her sweaty forehead, the gentleness so contrasting to his hips.“God I’ve missed out- fuck fuck fuck-” 

Satoru grabs Haylee’s jaw then, tilting her head just enough to meet his gaze - blue eyes blown wide and wild. “Look at you, baby,” he pants, thrusting up lazily inside Haylee’s soaked cunt. “Stuffed full of both of us… like you were fucking made for this.” The continuous motions of his lazy thrusts allow for that wet, squelchy sound to become more prominent. 

“You hear that?” Suguru breathes out behind her, voice rough and wrecked. “She’s dripping down your cock, Satoru. Can feel it all over my cock. Fuck.”

Haylee chokes out a moan, twitching at how full she is, how filthy it feels to be stretched with two cocks at the same time. She was drooling now, body limp, barely holding herself up. They’ve turned her to mush, and they knew it.

“Fuck- she’s gonna be the death of me,” Satoru grunts, dragging his thumb across her clit again, slow and cruel. 

“How does it feel, baby?” Suguru laughs darkly, his thrusts picking up, obscene slaps echoing through the room. “How does it feel to take both our cocks?”

Haylee’s walls clamp down involuntarily, a garbled cry ripping out of her as she clenches down on both their cocks.

“Ohhh, she’s clenching around me,” Satoru grins, hand smacking her ass just hard enough to sting. “She liked that.”

“Her pussy’s twitching,” Suguru groans, head tipping back as he watches Satoru’s face twist with every stroke. “She’s close, Satoru.”

“Oh fuck- fuck, come on our cocks sweetheart,” Satoru growls. 

Haylee groans loudly, eyes fluttering, when both men continue their merciless pace. Satoru below takes pleasure in the sight above him, fucking Haylee’s pussy like he’s dead and gone to heaven. She clamps down on their cocks, pulsing and twitching. 

She hears their simultaneous moans. Balls against her hole, skin slapping against skin, heavy breathing and ragged moans. It’s a filthy, filthy fucking sight. 

She’s putty between them, only offering whimpered moans and sobs, panting against Satoru’s sweaty collarbone. Suguru fists Haylee’s hair into a makeshift ponytail in his palm, and Satoru smashes his lips against Haylee’s. 

Their hips twitch. Once, then twice. 

And before any of them know it, they cum at the same time. 

All three of them at once. 

One painting her hole milky white, the other coating her walls so deep Haylee swears she feels it in her stomach. She jerks between them with each twitch of their cocks, their groans echoing in her ears like a chorus of filth and satisfaction. Her own orgasm tearing through her like a storm, her body locking up as her vision completely whites out.

Satoru bites back a hiss, hand gripping her waist as he rocks his hips up one last time, letting Haylee feel every pulse, every drop. Suguru growls through his teeth behind her, fingers digging into her hips as he spills into her hole alongside Satoru, pushing in deep enough to make sure none of it leaks out.

Stuffed full. Marked. Claimed.

And Haylee’s never felt so wanted. So desired. 

Suguru finally stills behind her, chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon. He doesn’t pull out. Neither of them does.

Instead, they both hold her in place - one cradling her from the front, the other draped against her back. Trapping Haylee in the heat of their bodies, the weight of what’s just happened settling heavy between all three of them.

Then Satoru whispers into her hair, voice hoarse, satisfied: 

“We kinda forgot to use condoms.” 

And Suguru chuckles, low and dark. “I didn’t.” 

For a while there was only heat - a furnace of limbs and breath and pounding hearts. Haylee was trapped deliciously between them, two solid bodies bracketing her, keeping her in place, claiming her all at once. The mattress sagged beneath their weight, sheets twisted tight around her calves, and beyond the thin window glass life had blurred into streaks of pale light. She floated in a haze between dream and waking, caught in the tide of them - safe, devoured and undone.

They wouldn’t let her go. One of them cradled her from the front, arms cinched around her waist, fingers pressing deep into the curve of her back, the other blanketed her spine, his chest heavy against her shoulder blades, his breath hot and steady on her neck. The press of muscle, the thrum of pulse, the quiet sound of them breathing her in - it pinned her, anchored her, even as her mind fumbled to piece itself back together.

Satoru’s voice broke first, raw and hoarse against her hair, a whisper as if even speaking was too much effort. “We kinda forgot to use condoms.”

The words hung there, thin and dangerous.

Suguru’s chuckle followed, low and dark, vibrating against her skin where his chest pressed her back. “I didn’t.”

Cold clarity cracked through the fog. The haze evaporated in an instant, every nerve sparking awake as her head whipped between them. The warmth that had been refuge a moment ago now felt charged, edged with consequence.

Her throat tightened. “I don’t want to get pregnant just now,” she blurted, voice trembling, sharp with fear she hadn’t known she could still feel. “We already have plenty of kids to look after.”

As if her words summoned it, one of their cocks shifted inside her. A twitch, a subtle stir against her, and Haylee’s stomach dropped. That tiny movement - unconscious, instinctive - slammed her heartbeat into her ribs. Her whole body jolted with the sudden realization: even as her mind had been fogged, theirs had kept moving, their hunger had not eased.

“Stop!” she shrieked, thrashing against the arms locking her in. Not a desperate escape, but urgent, frantic - as if sheer will could claw her free. “Who was that? I can’t- I can’t go any longer.”

Suguru’s voice softened, a velvet counterpoint to her panic. He pressed a kiss against her neck, the promise of calm, even as his tone curled filthy around her ear. “Satoru here, has a breeding kink, if you haven’t noticed. It was him, sweetheart.”

“NO I DON’T!” Satoru exploded instantly, offended by his words pitched like a boy caught red handed. The ridiculous, childlike defense sent a strange pang through Haylee’s chest, a twisted ache of tenderness cutting through the madness.

“What the heck does that mean?” she demanded, somewhere between genuine outrage and exhausted disbelief.

Suguru smirked, lazy and dangerous. “Pretty self explanatory, isn’t it, baby? Use your pretty head a bit.” He peeled himself away only far enough to stand, padding to the bathroom with unhurried steps.

He returned with a towel in hand, his movements deliberate, almost reverent. He leaned over her, removing her off of Satoru, wiping her skin with careful, practiced strokes - first her temple, then the damp corner of her lips, then lower, slower, each touch lingering. His care was practical, yes, but unbearably tender, as though this small act of cleaning her was a ritual. His thumbs brushed strands of hair away from her forehead, smoothing them back with a gentleness that made her chest constrict.

Haylee’s brain lagged behind the world. Every reasonable thought tumbled over itself as adrenaline drained. She finally found her voice, thin and almost shy: “Why is it called ‘breeding’? Like we’re animals or something.”

“It’s a name,” Suguru murmured, mouth ghosting hers before pressing a soft kiss to it. “That’s all. As for the pregnancy thing. You don’t worry your pretty head a bit. We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

The clock ticked loud in the silence, and outside the horizon had begun to split, dark sky torn open by the first streaks of pale dawn. The sea shimmered silver, hushed and eternal, as if the world itself hadn’t witnessed the chaos of hours past.

“It’s 5:40 am,” Suguru said quietly, brushing her hair back. “Aren’t you sleepy at all?”

Haylee turned her head - and almost laughed. Satoru was already fast asleep, body sprawled across the sheets, lips parted in the easy grin of someone who could sleep through a war. His hair was a wreck, all his clothing tossed somewhere on the floor along with the others, one hand dangling over the bed. The sheer, ridiculous normalcy of him like that made her chest swell.

“Yeah,” she whispered, the corner of her mouth tilting. “Let’s sleep, Suguru.”

He set the towel aside, stripped into his boxers, and slid into bed beside her. He wrapped around her like a wall - heavy, warm and solid - one broad hand settling on her temple, the other stroking through her hair. His lips pressed to her brow in a kiss that was neither lust nor apology, but something deeper.

Haylee turned her face toward the window. Beyond the glass, the first blush of dawn stretched over the sea. A thin blade of light split the horizon, bleeding slowly upward, peeling the darkness back layer by layer. The night - heavy, endless - was receding.

For a suspended moment, everything felt impossibly good. Still. Whole. And something stirred in her chest that she had long buried, a feeling she hadn’t trusted in years.

Hope.

She had thought she’d lost it forever.

Haylee knew the truth: theirs was not the quiet, gentle life she always imagined when she was still a kid. Fate had never allowed them to choose that. Storms would come again - violent, merciless, drowning the edges of her world in black. 

They always did.

But here, wrapped in the warmth of them, she understood something new. 

No matter how dark it became, no matter how merciless the storm - they could make it feel alright.

And wasn’t that what a monsoon was?

Not the absence of chaos, but learning to survive inside it.

To find shelter, to find love, even in the heaviest downpour.

And she knew that whatever darkness painted her life black and hopeless. 

They would make it feel like home.