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You knew you were wrong, but you didn’t care. Your boyfriend forgot your birthday, so you used that as an excuse to get back at him. You decided the best way to make him feel hurt and disregarded the same way you felt hurt and disregarded is to flirt with his best friend and long-time rival Geto Suguru. Dark, tall, and handsome, Suguru had no problem attracting women. His quiet and reserved demeanor was mysterious, and it inspired a lot of people to approach him, talk to him and try to be his friend. He wasn’t quick to anger, and he certainly didn’t need to be the loudest person in the room. Naturally, you also gravitated towards him and crushed on him for many years before finally confessing your feelings in the middle of gym class. He politely rejected you but remained kind and open to your friendship, which you were extremely grateful for. In your final year of high school, to your surprise his buddy Gojo Satoru began courting you. He was persistent and never took no for an answer. Having been too nice to reject someone after experiencing rejection yourself and also running out of excuses not to hang out, you eventually conceded and became Satoru’s first girlfriend. If Suguru was the shy wallflower, then Satoru was the loudmouth irritant. He always said the first thing on his mind, very energetic and very eager to please everybody else around him. He exhausted you, but you put up with him. After all, it was a convenient excuse to spend more time with Suguru. Of course once you start growing attached to Satoru is when he pulls away and suddenly you’re the one chasing after him. It was a sad twist of fate, and after disappointment after disappointment you got tired of being the only one trying to keep the relationship afloat. That’s why you were in the kitchen now, chatting up Suguru while Satoru and the others were busy bringing luggage inside.
During the last few months leading up to graduation, Ieiri Shoko came up with the wonderful idea of planning a celebration trip to an expensive cabin on the mountainside. She invited you, Satoru, Suguru, and another girl named Iori Utahime to join her. Everyone would pitch in a couple hundred dollars and stay there together for two weeks the following winter. Time flew by, and before you knew it winter was here. Maintaining an already strained relationship after high school was a challenge, but Satoru convinced you that this trip was a good opportunity to rekindle things and like always you went along with it. You weren’t entirely sure anything would come out of the experience though. Satoru was too immature for a relationship. He hated being questioned for his behavior like going out to drink with his friends instead of staying home and spending time with you or not cleaning up after himself and creating messes for you to fix. He expected you to always be the yes-woman, the ever-patient and loving girlfriend who was never tired or disappointed or angry. Yes, you loved him but you were still human. So when your birthday rolled around and you waited all day to see if he remembered only to be disappointed in the end, something inside of you broke and you decided right then and there to end the relationship but not before hurting him back in some way.
Even though Satoru kept up with appearances playing the goofy and comedic sidekick to Suguru’s brooding character, he was often jealous of his best friend behind the scenes. He refused to show it in public, but in private conversations with you he communicated his confusion and irritation at Suguru’s popularity. He couldn’t understand why someone like that could have everything he wanted without trying. In Satoru’s mind, he had to be the funny guy to survive. He had to be friends with everyone, he needed to be a part of every conversation, he should never show any negative emotion. You didn’t have the heart to tell him maybe he tried too hard. If you dared challenge Satoru’s word and remotely defended Suguru, you were promptly shot down and given the cold shoulder so you gave up trying to console your boyfriend. It was less of a challenge to just let him talk in circles. You learned to be cautious of your facial expressions in public as well because if you smiled too much or laughed too hard next to Suguru, then you’d be chewed out by Satoru in private. He needed you to stay glued to his side at all times, quiet and subservient waiting for his direction. You knew it irked him to no end seeing the two of you in your own bubble chatting away while he had to haul luggage. When you all arrived at the cabin, it was decided through a game of rock, paper, scissors that Satoru, Shoko, and Utahime would unpack the car while you and Suguru cooked a late lunch for the group. Right now Suguru and you waited for the pot of water to start boiling. You wanted to make ramen noodles with a side of fresh vegetables and meat. There was a moment of silence when you didn’t know what else to talk about, and all that could be heard were sounds of Satoru and the girls grunting and complaining about how heavy the luggage was. You locked eyes with Suguru and started laughing. You asked in a comedic tone, “Should we help them?”
Suguru had his head down as he leaned on the kitchen counter. “Nah,” he said. “They got it,” with a wink at the end. You nodded, smiling, and happened to glance at his arms. They were large and muscular, almost as big as your head. His hands looked soft, nails trimmed and well-manicured. He took great care of himself, you could tell. You imagined what it would feel like for him to wrap his arms around you and hold you tightly, maybe you two were cuddled up on the couch and with your back against his chest the warmth of his body transferred over to you like drinking a cup of hot chocolate after being stuck in a snowstorm. The heat would travel up your legs to your stomach and settle in your heart. You were safe, you were loved, you were his. The beautiful image in your head disappeared just as it was beginning to form when you realized Suguru was staring at you. His eyes were dark, hardly any color could be found in them but they were kind and honest. His eyes communicated a sense of safety and security you never got from your boyfriend. He said, “I think it’s time to put the noodles in.”
“I’ll do it,” you said, thankful to have something to do.
“I’ll cut up the vegetables and slice the meat.”
“Okay.”
When the food was almost finished, you and Suguru began arranging the plates and silverware on the dinner table. On your way back to the kitchen you spun around too quickly and twisted an ankle. As you were about to fall, Suguru caught you and sat you on top of the dining room table. You winced in pain as he inspected your ankle to make sure it was not a more serious injury. The foreign touch of his fingers on your skin was something your body both rejected and desired at the same time. You wanted those same fingers to explore every inch of you and make you feel good. He had to be inside of you. You quietened down, listening to hear any movement from inside the cabin. You heard nothing, more than likely Satoru and them were still outside moving things around. Without much thought you motioned for Suguru to get back on his feet and when he did, you grabbed his face and forced his lips onto yours. His lips were so plump and soft, they tasted faintly of mint. You closed your eyes, breaking away from the kiss and rubbing your cheek against his cheek. “I want you so bad, Suguru. Take me far, far away from here.” You felt his face grow hot, and he didn’t say anything. He seemed to be thinking about what to do next. You continued, “I don’t like Satoru. I never liked him. I’ve always been waiting for you, even though you rejected me.” You whined pitifully, “I don’t like how you make me feel all weak and useless. You should take responsibility. Yes, you need to take responsibility and make me yours.” Suguru pulled back, gripping your hands together so that you couldn’t move. He finally said, “If you think I’d risk my friendship with Satoru for some girl, then you don’t know me at all.” You grimaced and replied in a hateful tone, “He doesn’t even like you! Don’t you get it already? You’re nothing more than a stepping stone for him to get closer to some stupid semblance of popularity.” He gave you a blank stare saying, “Get yourself together before you make things awkward for everyone,” and left you alone in the dining room. He passed by Utahime in the hallway, who, unbeknownst to you, heard and saw everything. A smile slowly started to form on her face, and she went back outside.
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When you returned to the kitchen, you saw Suguru scrambling to take the pot of noodles off the stove but at that point it was too late and the food was overcooked. He looked at you briefly and said, “Of course it’s never that easy.” Satoru, Shoko, and Utahime walked inside, they were sweaty and exhausted. Utahime plopped down on the couch in the living room, while Satoru and Shoko made their way into the kitchen. Suguru addressed them saying, “We’ll need to get something else to eat. I’m sure you’re all hungry.”
Shoko huffed and puffed. “What were you two doing this whole time?”
Satoru looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. He was annoyed too.
You cleared your throat to speak but before you could respond, Suguru cut in:
“We got too busy talking and messed up on the food. Sorry, guys.”
Shoko punched him on the shoulder. “And after all the work we just did. You had the easier job!”
“Why don’t we order pizza?” Utahime shouted from the other room.
“We’re deep in the mountains. I doubt any delivery driver would drive out this far,” Shoko grumbled. “I guess we can just drive to the closest restaurant and pick it up instead.”
“I’ll go,” Suguru said, stretching his arms.
You raised your hand and volunteered to go with him. It would be a long drive, and you needed that time to clear things up with Suguru. You also wanted to remove any chance he had of sharing what you did just a moment ago. Soon after you felt a twinge of pain in your side. Satoru had silently pinched you. Your body stiffened, and you clenched your jaw. For a brief second you forgot you’re not supposed to get too friendly with Suguru. It’s bad enough you messed up lunch talking to the guy. Satoru will never let you live that one down. It’s best not to add anything else to the long list of grievances for now.
Shoko shook her head. “No, Suguru. You stay here. You must be so tired from working yourself to the bone,” she said sarcastically. She motioned for you to follow her out the front door and disappeared outside. You bit your lip. This wasn’t good at all. Everything was moving too quickly for you to know what to do. Suguru shrugged, grabbing Satoru by his shoulders and greeting him enthusiastically. He proceeded to join Utahime on the couch. As Satoru turned to go into the living room, he looked back at you over his shoulder. His lips were tightly pulled together, and he seemed angry. Your heart dropped. You didn’t want to go with Shoko, but it’d be suspicious if you refused to leave after volunteering to go. Laughter and the sound of television was the last thing you heard before exiting the cabin and getting into the car.
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The car ride back was silent. The clouds disappeared to reveal a dark blue sky with no stars. It was cold outside, but you kept your window rolled down so you could get some fresh air. You leaned back in your seat and closed your eyes for a few minutes when Shoko finally spoke:
“You know, I really like you.”
You perked up a little bit, yawning afterwards. “Oh? Thanks. I like you, too.”
“Do you know why Suguru rejected you that one time?”
You sucked your teeth, clearly confused. “Why are you bringing that up? It’s old news. I’m with Satoru now.”
“No…it’s not old news.” She chuckled to herself, clenching the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. “You just can’t let him go, can you?” When she saw your bewildered face, she elaborated:
“You made a pass on Suguru. Again. The first time you confessed to him in school, I was a little shocked. You always seemed like the type of girl who didn’t know what fucking was until sex ed. The church girl, the innocent nobody who patiently waits in the background for an ounce of attention. I was relieved when you finally gave him up after he rejected you. I thought for a moment, ‘Oh, I can be her friend. She knows her place.’ But you don’t, do you? Do you really think for a second that someone like you could ever be with someone like him? You’re deluded, and he’s too nice for his own good. You’re the fly that just won’t go away no matter how many times you swat at it.” She exhaled and continued. “Then, you started dating Satoru, that idiot, and I saw what you were doing.” She took her eyes off the road to look at you. “You were trying to get closer to my boyfriend, you conniving slut.”
Your eyes widened, and you started adjusting the seatbelt nervously. “I-I’m sorry, what? You’re dating Suguru?”
Shoko scoffed, speeding down the road. “What? You didn’t know? Should I have been more obvious? You seriously can’t read the room, can you? I hate bitches like you. You take, take, take until there’s nothing left. You’ll never be satisfied.”
“Look, Shoko, I had no clue. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did to offend you, but-”
She slammed on the brakes causing your head to hit the dashboard. You groaned, rubbing your forehead. You felt a migraine beginning to form. You were scared. Shoko had always been nothing but nice to you. She was so sweet, you didn’t know this person at all. She reached over unbuckling your seatbelt and pushing the passenger’s side car door open. She spoke in a mean and condescending tone, “It’s another 30 minutes from here to the cabin, on foot. Walk, bitch. Walk and think about what you’ve done, you little slut. You’ve done it now.”
Tears formed in your eyes and rolled down your cheek. This all felt like one bad dream you’d wake up from any minute now. You spoke through sobs and said, “Shoko, please don’t do this. There’s no streetlights, I’d be walking in the dark. Tell me what I can do to fix this. I don’t know what I did to make you so angry.”
Shoko grinned evilly, rubbing your head like you were a puppy. “While we were outside hauling luggage, you got cozy with my boyfriend. You can make everything right by walking the rest of the way. It’s only right given how hard we worked for your ass.” She leaned in closer. “Now, go.” When it was clear she wasn’t joking, you hesitantly got out of the car and stood on the side of the road. Without a second to spare she pulled the car door shut and zoomed down the road, the headlights and the only thing you could see in the darkness disappearing before your eyes. You clutched your chest, about ready to collapse right then and there from a panic attack. You had to make it to the cabin, it was the only shelter to be found for miles and miles. There would be no passerby, no good samaritan to stop and give you a ride. You were all alone. Unable to see anything, you got on your hands and knees crawling on the dirt road that would certainly lead you to your destination. Your hands scraped against the tough surface, and your knees ached from holding up your weight all this time. You couldn’t get there fast enough. Your eyes burned from all the tears, and you had to occasionally close them to stop them from popping out of your head. You were cold and wet and ashamed. Forget about being with Suguru or breaking up with Satoru—oh, Satoru…You hoped and prayed no one told him about what happened between you and Suguru. You wanted things to go back to how they were before, with Shoko as your best friend and confidante, Satoru as your annoying but endearing boyfriend, and Suguru as a hot piece of eye candy. Hopefully it wasn’t too late to apologize and make amends with all three of them. The image of the four of you hanging out together, watching movies and throwing popcorn at each other was enough to pull you through until you made it to the cabin.
When you arrived, barely standing up and stumbling into the dining room where you heard the most noise, you stopped in your tracks once you found Shoko, Suguru, Satoru, and Utahime seated at the dinner table. They immediately went silent after they heard you come in. The energy in the room was off-putting and suffocating. You could’ve evaporated into thin air, and nobody would blink an eye. You fought your anxiety and sat at the table acting normal. You forced a smile and said, “Mm. The pizza smells so good. I bet it tastes delicious!” You reached for the stack of pizza boxes but before you could open even one and take a slice, Satoru pushed the boxes further out of reach. You pouted mumbling, “But I’m hungry.” Almost everyone had their heads down making a conscious effort not to look in your direction or say anything. The only person who did was Satoru, who seemed strangely calm, which made you nervous. He said, “We ate it all. Please go upstairs and wait for me in our room, there’s something we need to talk about.” Your heartbeat quickened, with sweaty palms and shaky legs you shook your head no. You responded:
“Talk about what? Baby, you’re scaring me. Aren’t you glad to see me?”
He gave you a blank stare. “Go upstairs and wait for me.”
“I don’t want to. I’m hungry.” Your voice became more broken and frantic with each spoken word. “It’s rude of you guys to eat without me.”
At that, Satoru jumped out of his chair and slapped you across your face causing you to collapse in shock on the ground. You clutched your cheek, unfamiliar with the painful prickly sensation spreading across your entire face. Embarrassed and caught off guard, you stayed on the ground unsure of what to say or do next. Satoru looked down at you like you were a pile of dogshit that got on his shoes. “You’re in no position to call us rude. You’re not eating dinner,” he said matter-of-factly. “Now, I told you to go upstairs and get ready for me. Take a shower while you’re at it. You smell like shit.” You quietly obeyed his order, eyes glued to the floor, getting up and making your way upstairs as you heard Utahime giggling in the background. You took off your clothes and took a long hot shower. Scrubbing off the dirt and washing your oily hair, this shower was much needed but you couldn’t enjoy it thinking about what’s to come. Normally Satoru just ignored you when he was angry, he never hit you before. You figured your worst fear came true: either Utahime or Suguru told him what you did while you were gone. After the shower, having changed into your pajamas, you sat on the bed thinking about how you can ease things over. You briefly considered getting on your hands and knees bowing in front of Satoru, begging for his forgiveness but you already embarrassed yourself enough walking to the cabin. Then, he had to go ahead and slap you in front of everybody as if you were a child he needed to discipline. No, you were wrong but you weren’t that desperate. If anything, maybe this entire ordeal was a blessing in disguise. High school was over, you didn’t need to see these people ever again. You could just call for an uber to pick you up tomorrow, and you can go home and cut them out of your life altogether. It was settled then. Not waiting for Satoru to come back, you turned off the bedroom light and rolled in bed drifting off to sleep.
An hour later he walked in, closing the door shut behind him. You were awake, but you pretended to still be asleep. You heard muffled sounds of people talking and walking. Everyone must be ready to go to sleep. Satoru approached the bed, pulling off the covers and grabbing your wrist. He tightened his grip twisting your arm around until you yelped in pain:
“Ouch! Stop, stop, stop!”
Satoru then took your head and smushed it in the mattress. Angrily he said, “You’re my girlfriend, but you have no problem making a fool out of me. What’s so special about Suguru, huh? He’s the only cock you haven’t sucked? Is mine not good enough for you?”
You scratched and clawed at his arms struggling to breathe. You needed air or else you were going to pass out. You kicked your legs in a fury as Satoru unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was of average length, more wide than it was long, very veiny and bumpy, and the tip tilted to the side. When you saw it for the first time you weren’t impressed, Satoru took it personally and you had to kiss his ass until he was convinced that his dick is golden. He let your head up and you gasped for air, coughing so violently your face felt hot and your eyes started to water. You saw him standing there jacking off, urging his dick to get hard and ready for whatever he had planned. He said, “You’re a challenge, I’ll give you that. I’m going to have to keep my eyes on you. Your pussy is made for me, and you’re not going anywhere. Get over here.” You shook your head no. You already decided to cut him loose, and you certainly didn’t want him inside of you. You replied, “No, Satoru. I’m done, this is it. You can’t treat me any sort of way. I don’t love you.” He grimaced in response, coming closer to flip you over on your belly and pulling your pants down to expose a bare bottom. He laughed and pressed the tip of his cock on your anus. “If you don’t want this, then why are you so ready? You never let me do anal. Always so worried about the pain, but you just didn’t want me to do it.” He put one hand on your back to keep you in place and used the other hand to squeeze and pinch your ass. “I bet you fantasized about Suguru taking you from behind on that dinner table. With everyone else outside we wouldn’t know any different. He could pump his cum inside you like the little whore you are, and I’d never know.” You whimpered and whined, wiggling your body around to get out from under him but to no avail. He continued, “But it’s okay because your fantasies are just fantasies. At the end of the day you’re mine, your pussy is mine, your ass is mine, and you’re too fucked in the head to tell me what I can or can’t do. You can’t think logically. Let me spell it out for you: Our relationship is over when I say it’s over.” You yelled for help. Somebody had to hear what was going on and put a stop to this. “Nobody’s coming to help you,” he whispered in your ear. “They can’t wait to hear it all, actually.”
You squeezed the bedsheets preparing for the worst as Satoru pushed his thick cock in your anus. It bounced back a couple of times, but he was determined to get in and after the fourth try the tip of his cock pierced your anus. It was an extremely tight fit. Waves of pain shot up your back, your body stiffened and you couldn’t move. You held your breath for a long time, closing your eyes, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead. Satoru pushed further until his balls touched your skin. He swung back and forth, increasing his speed once he found a good rhythm and ignoring your pleas for him to stop. He gripped your ass, sinking his long fingernails into your skin and using that to steady himself. You cried, saliva dripping out of your mouth. Satoru was relentless, and he enjoyed stretching you out and making you feel defeated. You were virtually powerless, so you decided to give up and stop moving. The best you could hope for was for Satoru to be done soon.
One hour passed by in that position. When Satoru was finished, he pulled out and rested his dick between your ass cheeks. Hot strings of sticky cum shot out and decorated your sweaty back. You laid there on the bed, while Satoru left to take a shower and go to sleep. He kept you in the room, door slightly ajar, and slept on the couch. You remained there the following day, unable to move from the exorbitant amount of pain. You forgot to call an uber, which didn't matter anyway because Satoru confiscated your phone among many other things. He said he couldn’t trust you anymore given your raunchy behavior while he was gone. He said you couldn’t leave the confines of the bedroom because his friends didn’t want to see you and you were incapable of properly interacting with them. For the rest of the trip, you lived in that room alone, listening to the others have fun and chat until you were visited by Satoru again and he used your body. There were times he didn’t speak to you at all, moving your body and positioning you in different ways like a stage prop for him to use and abuse at his leisure. By the end of the trip, your entire life revolved around Gojo Satoru and his lovely cock.