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To say Suguru was surprised to see the contact lighting up his phone screen was an understatement. It wasn’t every day that your ex called, after all. Well, unless it was every other day, in Suguru and Satoru’s case. Who knew what the man could possibly want on a Friday night? With Suguru’s luck, he would invite the man out to drinks. An invitation that Suguru would continue to ignore for the rest of eternity.

He resolved to let the call ring through, unwilling to disrupt his own Friday night plans while the girls were away on a sleepover. He finally had time to read the book he’d bought over a year ago. 

Satoru, persistent as ever, called immediately after the line rang through. Suguru sighed and picked the phone up.  It could be something important. He reasoned, and if it wasn’t, he could just hang up and block the number for the night. He’d done it before. At least he knew the man wasn’t trying to get back together; the pair had made it abundantly clear that that bridge had burned nearly a decade and a half ago. 

“What is it, Satoru?” He asked with a sigh, closing his book after marking the page. 

“Suguru! My man, I need a favor–”

“Goodbye, Satoru,” Suguru rolled his eyes and moved to end the call. 

“NO! No, please, c’mon, this is serious. I really need your help.” 

Suguru lifted a brow, contemplating internally for a second. The man sounded honestly distressed, nearly out of breath. 

“What?” He asked, his curiosity piqued. It took a lot to shake Satoru Gojo. So he could entertain the fool a little. 

A sigh of relief sounded from the other end. “I got called into work, and I don’t have anyone else to watch my son. You remember Yuuji, right?”

Suguru scanned his memory and vaguely recalled a couple of years ago when he’d met some pissy toddler clinging to Satoru’s pant leg. He’d looked like some territorial cat, ruffled up and glaring at him with golden eyes. 

“The one that doesn’t like me?” He asked with a dread-filled tone, and Satoru sighed on the other end of the line.

“He wasn’t as socialized back then! C’mon, you can’t hold a grudge against a kid.” Satoru excused with a laugh, though it was tinged with nerves. He really needed Suguru to accept his offer. 

Suguru sighed through his nose, sitting up on the couch. “How long is your shift going ot be?”

He could practically hear the smile in Satoru’s voice. “I’ll be gone all night, which is why I need someone, otherwise he’d stay home by himself–”

“I can still stay home by myself!” A voice interjected pointedly, followed by a huff of displeasure. 

Great. The kid didn’t even want him over. 

“C’mon, Yuu… We talked about this. I don’t want anything to happen, so I’d feel better if someone were with you.” Satoru explains patiently, and Suguru is almost surprised by how convincing he is at being a put-together father. Though if he’s being honest, he’s surprised Satoru has kept the kid alive this long. He’d never been one for parental instinct. Even at the age of thirty-two, he still acted like a child himself. 

After a second of silence over the line, in which Suguru contemplates hanging up and blocking Satoru because there is no way his night can be salvaged while dealing with whatever the other’s son has in store for him. 

“Alright, sorry about that. He gets cranky when I have to leave unexpectedly.” Satoru sighs lightly. “Anyway, can you be here in ten?” 

Suguru sighed. There was still time to deny; it only took a few seconds to press some buttons on his screen. “Sure, see you soon, Satoru.” 

He can practically feel the grin through the phone as Satoru begins to thank him. Suguru hangs up before he can, however, and he sighs while standing. He’d have to leave now if he was going to make it to the man’s home in ten minutes. 

–

Yuuji was pissed. How could his dad do this to him? He’d only just gotten home from work that afternoon! Why couldn’t he just tell his boss to fuck off and stay home? With Yuuji? 

And Yuuji wasn’t allowed to stay home, of course, he wasn’t. Not throughout the night, apparently! Maybe for a few hours after school, before his dad gets off work, he’d done that a few times. 

And of course, none of his usual supervisors were available to come. Which should have been another reason for his dad to call out of work, but no. Apparently, the last resort was that guy Yuuji had met a few years ago. He didn’t really remember him, but he did remember that he and his dad used to be boyfriends. Which automatically made Yuuji hate him. He’d have to be a fool for dumping his dad! His dad was great! He was funny and nice, and really pretty! 

The worst part was that Yuuji knew they had a history; he’d seen enough TV and heard from his friends that people get back together all the time! And his father didn’t have any more room in his life, not for an ex-lover, not for a new lover, just Yuuji.

…And work, apparently. 

“Do you have to go?” Yuuji asked, and he was not whining, thank you very much! 

“Aww,” His father cooed, grinning at Yuuji as he walked out of his room, a new button-up on. “You’re really gonna miss me that much?” 

Yuuji’s eyes narrowed, knowing that he was being made fun of. He wasn’t in the mood for jokes right now, so he huffed and turned, picking up his phone to double-check with Megumi that he couldn’t stay the night with him instead of staying with that man. Unfortunately, Megumi had told him that his dad was home, so Yuuji wasn’t allowed over. That wasn’t Megumi’s dad’s rule; it was Megumi’s. In the three years they’d been friends, he’d never met the other’s dad. Megumi said he wanted to keep it that way. 

Yuuji reread the chat a couple of times, anger brewing in his gut as it cramped with irritation. He made sure to ask if Megumi would be alright with his dad home, considering how strained their relationship was. Megumi had said he’d be fine, and declined his offer to have him over. 

Which meant he was definitely, most certainly stuck alone with that guy. 

“I need you to be really good tonight, okay?” His father asked, dropping into the seat next to him on the couch. Yuuji looked at him, his knees pulled up to his chest with his phone in his hands, resting in his lap. 

“Is he gonna be?” He narrowed his eyes, and his father’s smile faltered a little, as if he realized tonight would be difficult for all of them. 

“Well, he is going to be the adult, so just do what you’re told, okay?” Yuuji frowned, his bottom lip jutting out as his eyes dropped into his lap.

“I always do what I’m told,” He huffed a little, and then that familiar warm hand was ruffling his hair. 

“I know, but you’ve only ever had to listen to me. I need you to be on your best behavior, or Suguru won’t come over to help out if we need him to in the future.” His father explained while waving a finger at him, finishing by booping his nose with a large smile. Yuuji latched onto the idea, blinking. If he wasn’t good, then that Suguru guy wouldn’t come over again. 

He could make that happen. He could absolutely make that happen. 

“Sure, I’ll be good.” He lied right through his teeth, finishing it with an innocent smile. His father was like a human lie detector, however, and his blue eyes narrowed, preparing to admonish him.

A knock interrupted the lecture Yuuji was about to receive on lying, distracting his father immediately as he checked his watch. 

“Right on time, as always.” He hummed with a grin, standing up to grab his work bag and coat from the table. Yuuji got up to follow him like a lost puppy, a frown on his face the whole time. Dread filled his stomach as his father opened the door, bag on his shoulder. 

“Hey! Thanks so much for coming. I owe you one!” Satoru told the man with a grin. Yuuji tried to see around his dad, crossing his arms. Though he could tell that his dad was taller, the man standing at the door was almost twice as wide at the shoulders. Yuuji didn’t want to make it too obvious that he wanted to see, so he impatiently waited behind his dad, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Yes, you do.” The man greeted, if you could even call it a greeting. Yuuji audibly scoffed, and the doorway went quiet. Then, his father turned around and ruffled his hair again, his large hand warm on his head as his hair puffed up worse than it already was.

“I’ve gotta go now, buddy. Be good, okay?” He said the last part a little more seriously, looking over his transition lens glasses to look Yuuji directly in the eye. The boy stiffened, never any good at lying to his father’s face. He glanced over to the figure in the door; he still couldn’t fully see him past his dad’s shoulders, just the man’s shiny black shoes. Frustration twisted his gut painfully again, and he looked back at his dad. 

“I’ll try…” He admitted honestly, not wanting to do anything to upset his dad. Those blue eyes brightened, and he gave Yuuji one last obnoxious ruffling and kissed the top of his head. 

“Thanks,” He straightened up, checking his watch again. “Make sure you go to sleep on time. I’ll come say goodnight when I get home.” His dad said, which brightened his mood a little. Maybe he was too old for that kind of thing, but he still liked it! And besides, after the rough night he was bound to have, Yuuji deserved to be tucked in later. 

“Kay,” Yuuji replied with a smile, waving goodbye to his dad as he closed the door, leaving him alone with his ‘babysitter’. 

The home was drenched in silence, all of the warmth left over from his father’s touch slowly dissipating and following the man as he abandoned Yuuji. 

“So, have you had dinner yet?” Suguru asks from behind him, and his voice is deep. Yuuji realizes he doesn’t remember it, but it shakes him to his bones with its deep baritone. He finally turns around and eyes the man, starting at his expensive shiny shoes that kind of remind Yuuji of his dad’s, then up the black slacks, to a narrow waist and broad torso. He’s not quite as tall as his dad, but Yuuji still has to crane his neck up pretty far just to meet his gaze, which makes Yuuji feel warm with frustration.

He has long hair, Yuuji notes next, and his expression holds a fake, pleasant smile that turns the frustrated warmth in his stomach to a hot blade, twisting sickly and making his muscles cramp. The feeling makes him huff, and he looks away from the man’s face. 

“Yeah.” That's all he says, walking over to sit down on the couch and play a game on his phone. Suguru stands near the entryway for a second, just watching Yuuji as he processes how to approach the crappy attitude. Yuuji dreads the way the man walks over to try to get his attention again. Before Suguru can attempt to break the ice once more, his phone dings with a notification that he checks immediately. As if to bide time away from talking to Yuuji. 

That was fine with him. Suguru could do whatever he wanted, so long as he left Yuuji alone and didn’t boss him around. 

“Satoru says that you have something to do tonight,” Suguru hums, looking up from his phone. Satoru, Yuuji’s nostrils flare. The casual use of his father’s first name, falling out of Suguru’s mouth, brings unwanted jealousy to the mix of hot emotions in his stomach. 

“What?” He asks, but it comes out more snappy, especially as he refuses to look up from his phone. 

“Homework,” Suguru replies, seemingly unbothered by the other’s response. “He says you should do it tonight to keep yourself busy.” 

“I can do it before school,” Yuuji grumbles, sinking further into the seat on the couch. “I don’t need anything to keep me busy. I’m not a baby.” 

“Hm,” Suguru hums, studying him curiously. “Well, I guess I’ll just tell him that you don’t want to listen to him.” He responds simply, as if he doesn’t think there’s any gravity in his sentence, even though he’s using it against Yuuji on purpose. 

Anger burned in Yuuji’s chest, and he sat upright to turn to Suguru. “That’s not what I–”

“It’s not?” Suguru interrupts, tilting his head with an innocent frown. “It’s not me who wants you to do it, it’s Satoru.” 

Satoru. 

Yuuji grits his teeth, and he glares at the man without any concealment of his rage. “Fine.” He spits and gets up to snatch his school bag from by the door. When he turns back around, Suguru is sitting on the far end of the couch, lounging back as if he lives here, and Yuuji’s original plan of doing his homework in his room flies straight out the door to chase after his father. His anger has him sitting in front of the coffee table on the floor, deliberately yanking out the couch pillow that was partially tucked under Suguru’s leg to sit on. The man remained unbothered and simply recrossed his ankle, turning a page in the book that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere. 

Taking his homework sheet out of his backpack, Yuuji sat forward to work on it. His pencil scribbled out the answers quietly, though it was hard to focus when all he could do was think about the fact that Suguru was in his house. 

After getting stuck on the same simple question for a solid five minutes, the silence was eating him alive. He glanced back at Suguru and decided that the best idea would be to turn the TV on. Maybe it would irritate the man enough to take his reading into the other room.

He picked up the remote and turned on a random channel, whatever one was on last. 

“You sure you wanna turn the TV on?” Suguru asked from behind him, but when Yuuji looked back, he hadn’t even looked up from his book, simply turning a page. 

“Why? Is it going to bother you?” Yuuji asks a little pointedly, smug victory welling in his chest. 

“No,” He hummed after a second, eyes roving over the page as he read. “But if it stops you from focusing, I’ll turn it off, Yuuji.” He finally looked up and met Yuuji’s glare calmly, that same smile on his face. 

Fire roared through Yuuji’s little body, and he rolled his eyes, looking back at his homework. “I’m fine, Suguru. Don’t need you to monitor me.” He huffed, hoping that his disrespect in using the man’s first name would irritate him enough to leave. 

“Hm,” Suguru hummed, and Yuuji heard another page turning. His fist shook around the pencil in his hand, and after staring at the page, he finally guessed at the question he was stuck on just to continue the sheet. He worked for a solid fifteen minutes before something on the TV distracted him, sucking him into the random movie on the screen. 

When the screen went black, he blinked, confused for a few seconds before he heard Suguru put the remote back on the coffee table next to Yuuji. 

“Hey!” He turned around with a huff. “I was only watching for a few minutes!” He argued, glaring as the man shook his head. 

“I said I’d turn it off if it distracted you. I don’t give empty threats, Yuuji.” The man explained patiently, leveling him with that same impassive stare. 

“You don’t scare me,” Yuuji gritted out, and watched the way Suguru’s eyes narrowed, his smile turning sharp like a snake’s. Yuuji’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed thickly around the burning anger festering in his throat.

Another little huff, and he turned back around to finish the last few questions on his worksheet. It didn’t take long, and when he was done, he turned to shove it into his binder.

Suguru cleared his throat behind him, and Yuuji gritted his teeth, looking back at him with a raised brow. Suguru was holding his hand out expectantly, waiting for Yuuji to hand him something.

It took a second, Yuuji scanned a mental checklist before looking down at his worksheet. “No. Why?” He asked, face morphing back into a glare. 

“You finished quickly, I’m just worried you might’ve missed something.” Suguru hummed, patient, his hand still outstretched. Yuuji wanted to bite it. Maybe that would get a reaction, something other than that annoying smile, as if Yuuji were just a mildly amusing insect or pet.  

“I don’t need you to do that. I’ll ask my dad.” He turned his head back around, continuing to try to fold it into his binder. 

“Yuuji,” That deep voice rang from behind him, deeper, a warning, something that had a chill racing up Yuuji’s spine. The boy turned back around, eyeing the man a little skeptically. 

“Your father is busy enough. I work at the University. Just let me look over it,” He coaxed calmly, and Yuuji felt guilty. He didn’t want to stress his dad out more…

Yuuji sighed and held up the paper, shoving it at the man a little aggressively. 

The silence felt pointed, eating away at Yuuji while he picked at his nails, his back to Suguru, and waited impatiently for the man to finish judging him. 

After a few minutes, Suguru sat forward on the couch, sliding the page in front of Yuuji, leaning in close to point at it. 

“You got a couple wrong in the multiple choice portion,” He began, talking quietly due to being so close, which just made his voice sound even deeper. Yuuji shivered, staring down at the paper with wide eyes, feeling Suguru’s face hovering right beside his. “These two, you probably guessed at them. But I think you’re smart enough to get them right.” 

The man’s breath was hot, fanning over Yuuji’s nape and shoulder, raising goose flesh along his arms. He could smell the man’s cologne this close, something thick and heavy. Yuuji definitely didn’t recognize the scent, but it was completely different than any of the ones his father used. Despite that, Yuuji thought it smelled good. 

“Hey, focus.” Suguru drew his attention again, and Yuuji swallowed, looking down at the questions he’d gotten wrong. He had guessed on them; was he smart enough to get them right? Yuuji sat forward, trying to focus on the two questions. He stared at it for a second, reread the question a dozen times, trying to shake off that unwavering attention aimed at his cheek. When it clicked, he blinked and scribbled in the right answer. His hand paused afterwards, waiting with baited breath until Suguru hummed in his ear, approving. Something warm bubbled up over the bitterness cemented in his chest, and he moved down to the next question immediately to try again. 

“There, see? I knew you were smart enough.” Suguru complimented, and Yuuji’s cheeks turned red, his stomach burning hot like anger. 

“Dad could’ve helped…” He grumbled, putting the paper away into his binder once he was finally finished. 

“I’m sure he could’ve.” Suguru entertains, picking his book back up. “You can turn the TV back on, now.”

Yuuji sent him a wrathful glare. He didn’t need permission to watch TV in his own house, thank you very much. As he was about to open his mouth to say just that, he felt a weird wetness dripping out of him. Yuuji blinked and looked down at his lap. His brows furrowed. What was that? It almost– felt like he’d peed? But surely he hadn’t… He shifted, and the wetness spread, turning cold in his underwear. His heart racing in his chest, he discreetly reached down, feeling the wet spot in his shorts. 

He glanced at his fingers, and the color completely drained from his face. He was bleeding… Why was he bleeding? 

Was this that period thing that Nobara had mentioned? He’d never gotten one before! He just thought he wasn’t going to get it… He didn’t have any supplies!

Another little gushing feeling, and he gasped, snapping his knees shut. 

Suguru glanced over with a raised brow. “Something wrong?” 

“No!” Yuuji shouted, standing up. “Nothing, I’m going to the bathroom.” Yuuji excused himself, rushing to the bathroom down the hallway. His heart was beating way too fast, and he could feel that gaze watching him until the door closed. As soon as he was in, he pulled his shorts and underwear down to see a small pool of blood. 

What was he going to do?

– 

Yuuji sat in the bathroom for a long while, panicking as he shucked off his ruined pants and underwear; he didn’t even know what to do with them! Could he even get the stain out? 

Pain churned in his stomach, and he nearly doubled over from the force of it. Right, cramps. That thing that had Nobara becoming more violent than usual every month. Yuuji could certainly see why she’d smacked him with a textbook during class when he’d made fun of her cramps last week. 

She’d probably be the perfect person to talk to at the moment, but he’d forgotten his phone in the living room! He couldn’t even text his dad to pick up supplies… Would he even ask him? Could he do so without getting too embarrassed? God Yuuji felt like he was dying, his face burning bright red as he wiped at the blood on his thighs with toilet tissue. He was a mess. Why was there so much blood? Was there usually this much? On top of that, everything down there was so sensitive. His skin felt raw and puffy, and now that he was aware of his body’s changes, he could feel how heavy and dense his core was as blood pooled in it. 

What was he going to do? Could he just stay in here for the rest of the night until his dad got home? And then what? Surely he’d comfort Yuuji, but how would he even react? Yuuji had heard some girls talking at school about how differently their parents treated them after they got their periods.

Yuuji didn’t want his dad to treat him differently… It wasn’t his fault; his body was doing this. 

Eyes beginning to burn, Yuuji sniffled and threw the ruined wad of tissue in the trash, acquiring a new one as frustration with the situation ate him alive.

A knock sounded on the door, making Yuuji jump as his head whipped up, the ball of tissue pressed to his crotch to keep the blood from dripping on the floor. 

“Yuuji? Everything alright?” Suguru asked through the door, and Yuuji felt the first hints of shame welling up in his stomach, churned around by his cramps. 

“I’m fine! Go away!” Yuuji snapped, immediately followed by a sniffle. God, why did this have to happen during his war with his babysitter? Suguru was supposed to be the adult in charge; realistically, he should be able to help Yuuji. 

But Yuuji didn’t want his help. Not even a little! He would probably just laugh at him. Or tell Yuuji’s dad that he was gross, that Yuuji didn’t deserve to be coddled over this because of his behavior all night. 

“Did something happen?” Suguru asked next, sounding like he was trying to coax a frightened animal. Yuuji hated it. 

“No!” He gritted out, temper flaring as more blood gushed into his hand, making him shift on the spot with discomfort. 

“You’d better tell me what's wrong,” Suguru hummed, sounding almost genuine. Yuuji clenched his teeth, pointedly ignoring him. “Or else I’m coming in.” The man finished, and dread welled in Yuuji’s chest.

Would Suguru help? Did he know how? Yuuji didn’t even know what to do! His father probably didn’t, either. He just needed his phone. He could Google all of this and be done with it. Maybe he could ask Suguru to get it?

God, he didn’t want to ask the man for anything, not even his phone. 

Yuuji didn’t know how long he’d been stuck in his head, but long enough for the doorknob to turn. He only had a few seconds to pull his shirt down over himself before Suguru stepped in.

“G-get out!” Yuuji shouted, panic rising in his throat as he watched Suguru’s eyes scan his body, the ruined pile of clothes on the floor, and then his scorching hot face. Shame fell over him, dripping off his being like a dense aura as the man straightened. 

“Stop, don’t look…” Yuuji mumbled, ducking his head in embarrassment under that scrutinising gaze. His stomach burned and twisted, twisting him up until he felt sick. 

“Is this your first period?” The man asked, and Yuuji felt nailed to the spot under the other’s eyes. His jaw hurt from how tightly it was clenched, teeth grinding together.

“N-no,” He lied, not wanting to seem as inexperienced and embarrassing as he felt. His hands began to shake with anger, wishing the man would either get out or do something considerate to help him. Like, go get his phone. 

“No? Well, I guess that means you won’t need my help, or any extra supplies.” The man hummed, grabbing the doorknob to close it, preparing to leave Yuuji in the bathroom all alone, covered in blood. 

“W-wait,” Yuuji stammered out, swallowing thickly as Suguru turned back to regard him curiously. He couldn’t look the man in the eye, his gaze flicking from the man’s nose back down to the floor. “Do you really… Have extra supplies?” His voice was tiny, and it only served to make him feel more humiliated. 

“Satoru didn’t tell you I had two daughters?” The man tilted his head, and Yuuji glanced up just in time to see the man watch a bead of blood drip down his leg. He hurried to wipe it, pulling his shirt down even more, stretching it out. 

“I have some extra, come with me.” Suguru turned from Yuuji and began walking back down the hall. Relief and panic fell over Yuuji, and he awkwardly followed after the man, trying not to make a mess. He didn’t know why Suguru was making him follow him out to the living room, but all he could focus on was the cramping in his stomach and the blood escaping past the tissue. 

Frustration fired back up in his gut, and resentment settled in his mind at having to walk across his own house without any pants on. 

When Suguru got back to the couch, Yuuji thought he would dig through the bag settled nearby for whatever could help him. Instead, the man sat down on the edge of the couch cushion and crossed his legs. A heavy silence fell over them, and Yuuji shifted near the coffee table, eyes flicking between Suguru and his bag. He couldn’t help but let his irritation show, cramps and hormones throwing his attitude every which way. 

“Can you just give me some already?” He snapped, huffing as Suguru looked up at him, leaning on the arm of the couch. Humming as his gaze flashed, making Yuuji’s anger worse. Was he seriously not going to help after all of this? Yuuji couldn’t believe his father had been into such an asshole. 

“Ask me nicely for help.” The man demanded, his calm smile leering up at Yuuji eerily. The boy’s nostrils flared; all of the emotions he’d been going through all night flared up at once, and he felt like he could cry from how overwhelming it all was. 

Yuuji mumbled a curse under his breath, resolving to snatch his phone off the couch and go to his bedroom for the rest of the night. 

“What?” Suguru asked next, not hearing him. The man wasn’t meant to, but the fact that he was actually expecting Yuuji to ask for his help after putting him through such a terrible night made the fire in his stomach roar with pain. 

He swallowed and looked up to glare the man straight in the eye. 

“Fuck. You.” 

That expression didn’t change, at least, not in the split second Yuuji had still been staring at the man’s face before he was yanked down over a pair of thick thighs. Dazed and confused, Yuuji gasped and squirmed, trying to get back up. 

“H-hey! Let me go! You’ll get blood everywhere!” He cried, panic rising in his chest as he felt the legs pressing into his stomach force more blood out. His arms were trapped beneath him, tucked awkwardly against the man’s lap as Suguru pressed a hand to his back, keeping him still. 

“I’ve tried so hard to be nice,” Suguru sighed, disappointed, and shame welled up in Yuuji’s chest. His gaze fell back to the floor, contemplating the fact that the man had been relatively fine all night. He’d even helped with Yuuji’s homework. 

A foreign sensation came from his inner thigh, and he jerked back to see that Suguru was trailing his fingers up the inside of Yuuji’s thigh, swiping up the bead of blood that had trickled earlier. Yuuji had never had anyone else touch him in such an intimate place before, and it felt like Suguru had struck a match across his skin, setting him on fire. 

“H-hey, stop,” He protested weakly, his face turned red as Suguru seemed to observe the blood, before swiping it across Yuuji’s ass, smearing it on his exposed cheeks as Yuuji’s heart stuttered. The man’s hot palm soothed up the back of the boy’s trembling thigh, and Yuuji’s throat tightened.

Then, that hand came down, fast and hard across Yuuji’s ass, making him flinch and cry out. 

“O-ow!” Yuuji gasped, looking back to stare wide-eyed at the man. He’d never been spanked before. Not by his dad when he was younger, and certainly not by a stranger, let alone his father’s ex-lover.

Before he could question the man’s actions, that punishing hand came down again, cracking across his tingling flesh in rapid succession. Yuuji’s entire body pulsed like a wound, and he choked down the urge to cry as the fire in his stomach was quenched into a low burn. His eyes screwed shut, and all he could do was gasp and writhe. The only thing he knew was the harsh crack of his skin being struck and welted red. His throbbing core felt even more tender, jumping at the close proximity of each strike to his most sensitive area. 

The hand eventually stopped, pressing firmly into the reddened skin as Yuuji sniffled and wiggled. “St-stop,” he hiccuped, his eyes shut tightly as he swallowed hard around guilt. His shoulders sank, all of the fight leaving him as he hung over the man’s lap. 

“Did that hurt?” Suguru asked, his touch becoming delicate as he soothed over the tender globes of his ass. Yuuji shivered, finding the sensation comforting as warmth bloomed in his lower stomach, easing the pain into pulsing aftershocks as he sniffled. Was everyone treated this way after being spanked? Shouldn’t he be sent to his room? Wasn’t that a thing? 

Yuuji didn’t want to go to his room, didn’t want to sit and dwell on all of the shame he had, not when he was bleeding and his ass tender. He sniffled again and nodded a little in response to his question. 

Yuuji gasped as another little smack was delivered to his already-abused flesh. He whimpered and squirmed, trying to curl in on himself. What had he done to deserve that?

“Use your words, Yuuji.” The man demanded, and something in Yuuji shook a little. 

“Y-yes,” He quickly replied, not wanting to be smacked again, his head a little fuzzy as he recovered from the pain. 

“Yes, Sir.” The man corrected, and Yuuji swallowed hard. 

Taking a shaking breath, he squirmed a little. Something poked him in the stomach. Had the remote fallen into Suguru’s lap when he grabbed Yuuji?

“Yes, S-sir…” Yuuji repeated, humiliation welling in his chest as his body grew warm. Suguru hummed, his hand soothing over his throbbing skin once more. Yuuji sighed in relief, nearly pressing into the touch as his ego was thoroughly quelled under the once punishing hand. 

“Good boy,” Suguru complimented. When Yuuji looked back, he saw a genuine smile on the man’s face, and his heart thudded to life in his chest. His core tightened at the sensation, feeling fuzzy and warm. More blood trickled from between his thighs, and more shame showed on his face. 

Suguru sighed. “Look at the mess you’ve made, Yuuji. How am I supposed to tell your dad that you’ve behaved so badly tonight?” He asked with a frown, tutting and shaking his head. Tears welled in Yuuji’s eyes, and he sniffled, shaking his head. 

“Please don’t tell him, please, I-I’ll be good…” He pleaded, guilt welling in his chest. His night really would be ruined if his dad came home mad at him. Yuuji would deserve it, too. He’d only been a brat all night, he knew that. But if his dad was already going to treat him differently because of his period, what if he started hating him? 

He felt more liquid trickle down his thighs, and he sniffled again. “I’m sorry for bleeding on you…” He told the man, even if it wasn’t necessarily Yuuji’s fault, he still felt bad.

Suguru hummed, deep and comforting, and that touch returned to his inner thigh, swiping up more of Yuuji’s blood, trailing higher and higher. “There’s no need to apologize for that. This is normal for your body, Yuuji. It isn’t gross or anything.” He explained calmly, and Yuuji’s heart beat wildly in his chest. He sounded so kind, so tender. Yuuji’s head grew fuzzy. Why had he been so bad all night? When this treatment was the alternative? 

Those hot fingers made it all the way to the top of his thighs, and Yuuji gasped lightly as they traced over the source of the blood. His chest heaved out little breaths. This certainly wasn’t normal. It felt so nice, though. A gentle touch to his aching cunt, foreign and exciting. He’d hardly even touched himself down there, just awkward fumbling during attempted masturbation. His throat grew tight, and those blunt fingertips played in the mess between his folds, making his hips twitch as he whimpered. 

“Oh, so you like to be punished?” Suguru chuckled, dragging his fingertips up to Yuuji’s sensitive clit, making the boy jump as sharp pleasure replaced the cramping in his stomach. 

“N-no,” Yuuji replied almost breathlessly, half-lost in the expert touch drawing circles around his stiff little bud. 

“You do,” The man argued simply, dipping the fingers back between his folds to spread and massage his lips. “You’re wet down here, like you’re aroused…” He trailed off, and Yuuji looked over his shoulder, brows furrowed curiously, cheeks flushed. He raised his hand, spreading his fingers to show the sticky, pinkish-clear fluid coating his fingertips. Yuuji blinked, his face turning beet red. Had he actually gotten wet from being spanked? By his babysitter? His father’s ex-boyfriend?! 

Suguru smiled, his gaze growing dark and heavy, falling over Yuuji as he lowered his hand again, fingers finding their place back against his throbbing cunt. Yuuji breathed a little sigh, his eyelids fluttering as some of the edge was relieved. 

“How about this?” Suguru began, musing with a hum as he played with Yuuji. “I won’t tell your father how naughty you’ve been. If you asked me nicely for help. I’ll even give you a little reward, you just can’t tell your dad about it.” Those fingers rolled softly across Yuuji’s clit again, making it hard for the boy to absorb his words. “Do we have a deal?”

Yuuji was panting lightly, glancing back over his shoulder at the man as he reran the words in his mind. He licked his lips, contemplating as pleasure simmered under his skin. His dad wouldn’t know that he needed to be spanked; he would receive help as well as a reward, and all he had to do was ask for it nicely. “Y-yes, Sir.”

Suguru’s eyes flashed, and his smile turned sharp, his fingers pressing more firmly at his clit. “Go on then, be a good boy and ask for my help.” 

Yuuji’s face heated up, and he swallowed, feeling as if he’d just signed a contract with the devil. “Please help me, Suguru.” 

A satisfied hum greeted his ears, and those fingers pinched at his clit, tugging and twisting gently as Yuuji gasped and jolted, whimpering. 

“You’re so good for me, now,” Suguru observed, fingers sliding down to slip between his folds, breaching his slit briefly before moving back up to Yuuji’s clit. “Doesn’t it feel better to be a good boy?” He asked almost breathlessly, and the remote trapped between them jerked up to poke Yuuji in the ribs briefly. The boy panted, biting back little whimpers from the pleasure. 

“Mmnh,” Was all he could manage as a response, his head light and fuzzy. Then, those thick, long fingers trailed back to his opening, and his breath hitched as they pressed against his resistant walls. His heart hammered in his chest, and Suguru twisted his hand, gently screwing his fingers into his slit, stretching him open. 

“Hah!” Yuuji gasped, the contact burning as he was slowly drilled into. Suguru shushed him gently, soothing little motions into his raw ass cheeks, sparking pleasure to overcome the burn of the stretch. Yuuji whimpered in response, his head growing fuzzy as he pressed his cheek into the couch cushions, glancing up at Suguru as the man worked him open with his fingers. 

The burn slowly receded, replaced only with searing pleasure as Suguru slowly rocked his fingers further and further into his cunt. Yuuji hadn’t even really done this. His dad had a child lock on the wifi still, so he couldn’t really look up porn without possibly having an extremely embarrassing conversation with him. He’d heard people at school talking about masturbation and porn, but he didn’t really have any source material. He knew that people with his biology usually liked things inside, but he’d been too nervous to try anything like this!

“Mm!” Yuuji bit out when Suguru’s fingers twisted, fucking into his virgin walls in slow, long thrusts. His head was so clouded with the pleasure that he could hardly entertain his previous line of thought, focused solely on the thick fingers drilling into him. Suguru’s thumb rolled over Yuuji’s clit, and his back arched. At the same time, something inside of him gave way under Suguru’s touch, eliciting a sharp pain that made him flinch. 

“O-ow,” Yuuji panted, wiggling a little as Suguru slowly fucked past the pain. “Wh-what was that?”

“Shh,” Suguru soothed, twisting his wrist again to make Yuuji’s scalp tingle with pleasure. “Don’t worry, it’s normal.” He explained vaguely, though Yuuji definitely felt like it wasn’t as simple as he made it seem. 

“Ah!” He cried out, unable to ask further questions as Suguru thrust his fingers fully into him abruptly, making his toes curl. “Hah…” Yuuji panted, tears brimming in his eyes at the overwhelming amount of pleasure taking over his thoughts. 

“That’s it, baby…” Suguru encouraged, beginning to work him over in full, deep thrusts now. Yuuji felt the remote shift against him again, digging into his ribs briefly. “You’re doing so well.”  

The man’s pace slowly picked up, and Yuuji’s entire body tingled like fire, electrifying his nerves with each quick, hard thrust into his tight walls. His hand shifted under him, his brows furrowed as he tried to push the remote away. 

His hand came into contact with something hard and hot, clothed in the man’s slacks; it took him a second too long to realize what it was as he gasped and jolted. 

Suguru groaned abruptly above him, leaning forward to press his forehead into Yuuji’s temple, fucking his fingers in harder, making the other bounce forward a little. “You shouldn’t touch that too much, you know.” Teeth grazed Yuuji’s ear, making him shiver. “You’re not gonna be able to take it yet.” 

Yuuji whimpered, feeling the other’s cock twitch against his palm. He panted, his walls clenching down on the man’s fingers as he processed those words. 

Yet. 

Would there be a next time? Would Suguru come back? Would he do this again? Would Yuuji get to touch him back? 

Suguru’s fingers curled, wrist twisting, fucking him so hard now that harsh slapping sounds rang in Yuuji’s ears. He was bouncing forward, face dragging against the couch cushion, his hands finding purchase, clenched in Suguru’s slacks, close to his cock. 

“Fuck, Yuuji, you’re so tight.” The man groaned with a shudder, composure breaking as he finger-fucked the boy over his lap. “Has your dad ever spanked you? Does he know how much you enjoy it?” 

A thrill ran through Yuuji’s body, making him shudder as goosebumps raised along his arms, feeling the man’s breath fanning over his neck and shoulder as he talked vulgarly in his ear. “Or am I the only one who’s seen you like this? Have you had a boyfriend yet?” 

Yuuji’s face was bright red, and his pleasure mounted rapidly; he shook his head. “N-no, sir. No one.” He managed, breath hitching in his chest as wet squelching noises filled up the silence before the man groaned and kissed his temple. 

“Good,” He panted into Yuuji’s ear, nipping it again. “Good boy, fuck.” Suguru doubled his speed, curled his fingers, and fucked roughly until Yuuji’s lips were even more puffy and red. Yuuji choked on a gasp, his face pressed harder into the cushion as he rocked his hips greedily back into the touch, sparks igniting behind his closed eyelids as burning-hot pleasure ripped through his body. 

“Ah! Haah…” He moaned, arching in the man’s lap, fists tightening their hold on Suguru’s pants as an orgasm was ripped from him violently. His entire body spasmed, twitching and clenching down on those fingers as they gradually slowed, coaxing the last waves of his orgasm out of him. 

Yuuji’s mind was completely wrecked, fuzzy, and pleasant as he hummed through the last dregs of his orgasm, his body going limp across the man’s lap. Suguru smiled against his temple, kissing him a few more times there, making warmth bloom in Yuuji’s chest as he turned to look at the man. 

Suguru slowly pulled his fingers out of Yuuji’s wrecked cunt. “Can you stand?” The man asked after a second, his dry hand massaging the globes of his ass. 

Yuuji nodded shakenly and pushed himself up onto his feet. Suguru stabilized him easily, watching his legs tremble with a satisfied smile. 

“Why don’t we head to the bathroom? I’ll run you a bath.” Suguru prompted, standing up as well. Yuuji tried not to look at the obvious bulge in the man’s pants, or the wet spot where Yuuji had been bent over his knee. 

Swallowing, Yuuji nodded and turned, walking to the bathroom without protest. He didn’t really take baths anymore, didn’t typically have the time between classes and clubs, nor did he see the appeal in relaxing in a tub. The next moments were a blur in his hazy mind, completely lost to him as he sat in the tub, the hot water on his welted ass the only thing to sober him before soothing soap was washed over the aching skin. Suguru’s hands were secure and warm, bigger than his dad’s, a little firmer as he spread Yuuji’s legs and wiped all of the blood and cum drool from his cunt. 

He’d nearly fallen asleep. It was already pretty late, and Yuuji wasn’t always one of those guys who could stay up for hours all night. Suguru steadied him when he got out of the tub, having disappeared for only a second before reappearing back at Yuuji’s side. Yuuji had been sleepily drying his hair off with a towel, swaying back and forth in a daze. 

“One more thing, and then you can get some sleep,” Suguru had said, chuckling as he wrapped the towel around the boy’s shoulders. Then, Yuuji heard the rustle of plastic, and there was a touch between his thighs, making his feet step apart. He gripped Suguru’s shirt to stabilize himself. He felt something soft and dry pressed to his slit.

“Hng–” Yuuji choked with a little groan, fisting the man’s shirt in his hand as Suguru pushed the little cotton tampon into his wet heat. His knees grew weak, and he shuddered, falling against the man’s shoulder as he chuckled some more. The tampon was only about an inch long and needed to be pushed up pretty far without the applicator, which had been discarded with the wrapper. Suguru’s thick finger gently fucked the tampon into Yuuji’s trembling cunt, thumb circling his clit firmly the entire time. Once the tampon was deep enough, Suguru’s finger fucked shallowly in and out of his throbbing walls, applying more pressure to Yuuji’s clit as he jolted and trembled, coming a second time easily on the man’s hand. 

“Hah, haaah…” He breathed, basically doubled over into the man’s chest as Suguru’s hand withdrew. 

“Good boy,” He praised once more, and Yuuji’s walls clenched down on the slim tampon, feeling empty without Suguru inside him. “Come now, time for bed.” Suguru prompted, walking him out of the bathroom and into his room. Yuuji practically stumbled the whole way, tripping over his lazy feet until he stood next to the bed, where Suguru dressed him in sleepwear from the dresser in the corner. He was too tired to think about the choice in underwear as panties slid up his thighs, followed by shorts. He’d forgotten he even had them.

“Sleep well, Yuuji,” Suguru whispered against his temple with a smile, kissing his skin again as Yuuji lay down in his bed, covered in his comforter. 

“Thank you,” Yuuji mumbled back tiredly, cracking a golden eye open to smile at the man in return. “Sir.” 

–

Suguru tried very, very hard not to put too much weight on his actions. Though he was still achingly hard in his pants. How could he not be? Yuuji had been spread over his lap, innocent and pliant and vulnerable as he trembled under his touch. 

Fuck.

He’d basically just taken Satoru’s son’s virginity. Had intentionally fucked him open on his fingers, had broken through the other’s hymen himself to satiate the greedy hunger that’d been eating him alive. 

Yuuji had opened so beautifully beneath his guiding hand, had needed the barest touch of discipline to become such a good boy for him. 

Suguru closed Yuuji’s door behind him, trying not to linger lest he give in to the feral urge to really fuck Satoru’s son into the mattress. He pressed the heel of his palm into his aching hardness and groaned. Yuuji had smelled so sweet, absolutely delectable. Despite his small stature and slim torso, he’d already had the barest hint of muscles. How long ago had he met the little kid who’d practically hissed and growled up at him from Satoru’s pant leg? Surely longer than he’d thought. 

He leaned back against the door, where he could still smell the sweet hints of the boy’s peach body wash, the one he’d personally scrubbed into his bloodied skin. His hand unbuckled his pants without him really thinking about it, and his raging, hard cock twitched in the cold air, hanging heavy and leaking from the tip down to the floor already. He was bright red, bruised at the tip with the selfish urge to fuck into the boy’s body. 

His hand was still partially slick with Yuuji’s blood and cum from inserting the tampon, and he wrapped his fingers around himself with a groan, smearing it up the length and across the leaking head. Fuck. He had to fuck Satoru’s son; if he didn’t, he’d probably go insane. 

Remembering that tight, clenching heat strangling his fingers, his grip grew tight, working up his cock long and firm, imagining how tight and searing hot Yuuji’s body would be wrapped around him. God, he could go crazy just thinking about it. 

It really didn’t take him long to wring an orgasm out of him; he had been on the verge since Yuuji had first called him Sir. 

The boy would surely be his undoing. Satoru’s number would be favorited in his phone if he were invited back to watch him again. 

He made sure to clean everything up and even threw Yuuji’s pants into the washer, treating them with cold water. The underwear had been folded into his bag, ready to head home with him. 

After that, he sat on the couch, finally able to read through the book, feeling mostly unsatisfied with it, probably as a result of the night’s events. There was no comparison to be made; he sat there the whole time, wishing that Yuuji would wake and come out to the living room. Suguru figured he’d look beautiful on his knees, face stuffed with cock as Suguru read. He’d probably like it, too. He seemed like the type to have an oral fixation. 

He scrubbed all those thoughts from his mind as the sound of keys jingled in the door lock. He was an expert at lying to the man, having done it for nearly two decades at this point. That didn’t change the fact that Satoru was eerily good at reading a room and a person’s intentions. 

Frankly, Suguru wondered if the man had ever thought about doing those things to his son. 

Who wouldn’t?

“Is he asleep?” Satoru asked as he glanced around the living room, looking down the hallway at Yuuji’s bedroom door. “How did it go?” He asked next, flopping down to man spread on his couch, long legs thrown out as he sank tiredly into the cushions.

“Mostly fine,” Suguru answered honestly, because the boy’s attitude at the beginning had been annoying. Good thing he’d fixed that before it could get ugly. And if Yuuji decided he had a problem with Suguru in the future, he'd just have to correct it again. Suguru certainly wouldn't mind seeing that plump ass jiggle and turn red with his handprint. Maybe he could get away with a few bruises on Yuuji's hips and thighs, he'd look so pretty with them.

“Really?” Satoru blinked, lifting an eyebrow at the man. “He wasn’t being… Bad?” 

Suguru rolled his eyes, putting his book into his bag, right beside that pair of boxers he'd stolen from Yuuji, mindful of the drying blood stain on them. “No. We figured out why his attitude was so bad in the first place.” 

Satoru blinked at him, mouth hanging open dumbly. “What was it?”

Suguru regarded the man for a second and tossed a handful of tampons at him from his bag, knowing Yuuji would likely need them in the morning. Satoru initially tried to catch them, but dropped whichever ones he had as he jumped up, surprised and horrified as he registered what they were.

“What the fuck!” He shouted, and then his eyes widened, looking back from his son’s door to the tampons on the couch. “Wait, you mean…?”

Suguru nodded, standing up from the couch, bag over his shoulder. “Yeah. Put those in the bathroom, let him know where they are. Then go buy a bigger box tomorrow, he’ll need enough for the week.”

“W-wait, hang on, I don’t know how to help him with this–” Satoru stuttered, standing up from the couch to follow him to the door. “D-does he know how to use them?...” 

“Yes, I let him know.”

“What about cramps? Cravings? What do I give him if he needs medicine?” Satoru asked, hanging out the door as Suguru walked down the front steps. 

“Wait,” Satoru called with an agonized whine. 

Suguru paused at the bottom step and looked up at him with a lifted brow. Satoru stared at him, looking like a lost puppy, looking for guidance. Suguru suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

“Ask me nicely.” Suguru prompted with a smirk, just to get under the man’s skin, watching as Satoru pouted with frustration. 

“Fine.” He sighed, straightening up and swallowing his pride. “Please help me, this useless dad who knows nothing about his son’s biological needs.”

Suguru knew Yuuji’s biological needs, knew them quite well, actually. If the cum and blood dried under his fingernails had anything to say about it.

“Did that work? Or do you want me to get on my knees and beg?” Satoru asked with a cheeky grin, and Suguru leveled him with a deadpan stare. There truly was no end to the obnoxious behavior from the man. Even three decades did nothing to shed his immaturity. 

“Goodnight, Satoru.” He sighed, turning around to continue to his car. 

“Wait! Are you going to help, or not?” The man called after him, and Suguru wished he wouldn’t shout to the neighborhood in the middle of the night. He'd always been oblivious to tone, oblivious to how big his personality and ego were. 

“Call me about it tomorrow.” Suguru spared him no further reply as he got into his car and pulled out of the driveway. He’d have to let the man know that he’s willing to babysit in the future. Even if Yuuji seemed a little old for it. He doubted the boy would mind, based on his reaction to Suguru’s presence towards the end of the night. Next time, he'd just have to stuff the boy full with his cock, watch him writhe and moan and beg for more. 

His cock twitched in his slacks, and he sighed. That boy would ruin him for sure.

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Something was definitely up. The little monster’s composure hadn’t been broken once; he’d faltered, sure, when Suguru had glared at him, when he’d complimented him, even if for a fraction of a second, before that soft expression turned into a snarl.

But that moment nearly fifteen minutes ago had been the most abrupt change. The horrified gasp, the way he’d closed his legs and hid his hand, and he immediately fled to the bathroom. Suguru didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to deduce what had happened; he was a girl dad, after all. 

The fact that it had dragged on for nearly fifteen minutes, and how horrified he’d sounded, told Suguru that perhaps this was the boy’s first period. Satoru was completely oblivious to these types of things and had said more than one offensive comment about menstruation to their friend Shoko in his youth. And they all saw how well he matured…

When another five minutes passed, with nothing but a shuffling sound every now and then coming from the bathroom, he sighed and resigned himself to standing to check on the boy. His knuckles rapped lightly on the door, and he leaned in to listen.

“Yuuji? Are you alright?” He asked, focusing on the way the boy’s breath hitched from the other side. 

“I’m fine!” He tried to snap, but his voice was hesitant, stubborn. He wasn’t.

“Did something happen?” Suguru lifted a brow, wondering when the boy would finally admit defeat and ask for help. 

“No!” Yuuji gritted out, sounding angry this time. Suguru sighed. This kid was so irritatingly rude to him, yet so tame, so devoutly loyal to Satoru. It made the sting of his abrasive rejections twice as bad. 

“Tell me what happened, or I’ll come in.” Suguru hummed, his hand finding the doorknob as he listened for a reply.

Yuuji was probably too embarrassed; it was definitely his first period. After a second of silence, Suguru turned the knob, and a string of rushed refusals met him.

“Get out!” The boy cried, his face bright red. 

Suguru shook his head. “I told you, I don’t make empty threats.” His eyes traced down, watching as Yuuji rushed to push his shirt down over his crotch, though it did nothing to hide the bloody smears on his inner thighs from trying to clean himself up with toilet paper. 

“St-stop, don’t look,” Yuuji grumbled, looking down at the ground as his shoulders rose to his ears, ashamed and embarrassed. 

Something hot brewed in Suguru’s chest, and the smile on his face turned teasing. 

“Is this your first period?” Suguru hummed in question, eyeing the wad of bloody toilet paper in the boy’s hand. Yuuji shook his head aggressively in denial.

“No.” 

Liar. Suguru’s eyes narrowed, his head tilting.

“No? Then I guess I don’t need to offer my help? Or the supplies I have?” 

Golden eyes lifted and locked with his own, hesitant, embarrassed. Cute. “You have… Supplies for this?” He stuttered out, swallowing.

Suguru hummed in confirmation, nodding. “I have two daughters, so I always have some handy.” He replied, idly watching as a bead of pinkish fluid dripped down the boy’s plump thigh. Yuuji hastily moves to wipe it, unable to hide despite his best efforts. 

Then the boy looks at him, eyes darting between Suguru and the door, as if expecting something. That burning sensation in Suguru’s chest squirms, curiosity begging him to poke at the boy’s ego, to see that little blush, to turn him into a good boy. 

Yuuji would be such a good boy. 

“Oh, did you want some?” Suguru asked, his head tilting as he smiled. 

Yuuji scowled through his blush, and he shot Suguru a glare. 

“Come on,” Suguru beckoned, walking back out to the living room. He heard hesitant little steps follow him out, and a satisfied smile curled his lips. Suguru sat back on the couch, just at the edge, and crossed his legs, looking up at the confused boy as his little pink brows furrowed into a scowling pout. 

“Where are they…?” Yuuji shifted, one hand holding the wad of tissue to his crotch to stop himself from dribbling all over the floor on his way over, the other hand holding the shirt down over himself. 

“Ask me for help.” Suguru prompted, leaning on the arm of the couch, resting his cheek against his fist, now just barely below eye-level with the boy. Yuuji’s little face lit up bright red, and that fierce little glare was leveled right at him as he sputtered. 

“I–!” 

“Y-you!” 

“No…!” Fat little tears of embarrassment filled the boy’s fiery eyes. His tiny jaw clenched, his fists shaking in his shirt. He takes a stuttering breath through his little nose.

 “C-can you help me?” 

A smile, dark and greedy, took over Suguru’s features, his head tilting. “Help you with what, Yuuji?” 

His little lip trembled, but was caught between two angry sets of teeth. He looked down at his feet, his voice choked off. 

“Come on,” Suguru coaxed, his voice soft and teasing. He reached out and grabbed Yuuji’s wrist, pulling him forward more as the boy blushed harder. “Tell me what you need help with.”

Yuuji refused to look at him, his lip trembling, his neck and shoulders blushing a brilliant rosy red. That greedy creature inside of Suguru tore at his chest, urging him to swallow the poor thing whole. A bit of his consciousness welled up in the back of his head. He shouldn’t tease the poor boy over something like this, and he certainly should not be thinking about his ex-boyfriend’s son like this. 

Yuuji mumbled something, and the wrist in Suguru’s hand started trembling. 

“What?” Suguru asked, ready to give in and just grab whatever the boy needed. 

“Fuck. You!” Yuuji snapped, embarrassed tears spilling over his cheeks as he looked back up to Suguru. He tried to pull his wrist away, to storm his way back into the bathroom and lock himself inside until his dad got home. Yet Suguru’s grip remained strong, tightening briefly as that creature in his chest was stoked back to life. 

Before either of them knew it, Yuuji was brought down over his lap, arms trapped underneath him between his stomach and Suguru’s legs. 

“H-huh!?” Yuuji exclaimed with a gasp, head thrown back to look at Suguru in wide-eyed surprise, blush burning high on his plump cheeks.

Yes, Suguru liked that a lot.

“I’ve tried so hard to be nice,” Suguru hummed, one hand pressed to Yuuji’s lower back, to keep him from escaping as the boy began to squirm. 

“S-stop! You’ll get blood everywhere!” Yuuji protested, and sure enough, his squirming brought a little trickle of blood dripping down his thighs. Suguru watched it, bringing one hand forward to swipe it up, making the boy jump and shiver as Suguru’s fingers trailed his skin. 

“Look at that, you’re making such a mess, Yuuji. How am I supposed to tell your dad you behaved so badly?” The palm of his hand pressed to the back of one squishy thigh, trailing up over the round of his ass, where Suguru wiped the blood on his fingers. 

“Don’t tell him!” Yuuji demanded, trying to glare back at him through his humiliated red hue. Tears still trickled down his cheeks, and Suguru tutted disappointedly. 

“You’ve been so naughty, though. If you ask me nicely, maybe I won’t tell him.” Suguru bargained, trailing his fingertips along the boy’s soft skin. Yuuji gritted his little teeth again, his shoulders struggling.

“Fuck–” Before he could get the ‘you’ out, the boy choked on a cry, Suguru’s hand coming down harshly on his ass, watching the flesh there jiggle and ripple under the strike. 

“Ow,” Yuuji whined, hanging his head as he struggled more. “That hurt, assho–”

Another harsh crack of Suguru’s hand had him crying out, and before he could continue cursing, an extra strike followed, then another, and another, his ass beginning to glow nice and red under his touch. Then, Suguru paused and soothed his hand over the tender flesh, Yuuji was a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him. 

“Stop…” Yuuji mumbled beneath him, wiggling lightly, causing more blood to leak out. Except, it wasn’t just blood; it was much too pale for that. 

“Did that hurt?” He asked, watching the little dribble glide down a pale thigh. 

“Yes…” The boy answered honestly, fanning the flames eating Suguru alive. With insatiable curiosity, Suguru trailed his fingers down and swiped through the mess, feeling it sticky between his fingers. Well, the boy had grown wet. 

“Oh, so you like to be punished,” Suguru hummed in interest, following the trail up slowly to where he’d avoided the boy’s crotch this whole time– for fear he would go too far. 

“No, I don’t!” Yuuji squeaked, squirming a little more as another gush of pinkish, clear fluid dribbled out from between his pretty pink lips. Suguru’s cock jumped in his pants, watching as the boy’s cunt clenched on nothing and drooled another lazy stream of bloody slick. 

Suguru breathed, aroused excitement jumping into his throat as his fingers traced up to part the two lips, spreading them obscenely to see the throbbing, sensitive cunt better. “Yeah, you do.” He blew some air on the boy’s slit, feeling him jump and watching as those pink walls clenched on nothing, drooling eagerly. 

“You know,” He hummed, his heart beating faster, looking over as he drew the boy’s curious gaze. He gave one little slap on the boy’s sensitive ass, watching it jiggle as he whimpered and flinched. “If you apologize and ask me nicely for help, I’ll make you feel better…” He told the boy, his words filled with honesty, because all he wanted was to watch the boy writhe in pleasure. 

God, this was his ex’s son.

Yuuji’s eyes darted further back, looking over his shoulder at his bright red ass, and then back to Suguru’s gaze, as if gauging what he could be agreeing to. He sniffled lightly, squirming again. That glare he’d worn so proudly all night was finally gone; now all that was left were embarrassed little tears and a glimmer of eagerness.

He was so expressive. Suguru was going to devour him. 

“I-I’m sorry…” The boy sniffled, wiping his tear stains partially on his shoulder. Suguru’s blood rushed in his ears, his hand soothing over the globes of his ass, squeezing one as the boy gasped, the wet spot on Suguru’s pants growing under him.

“Please help me, Suguru…” Yuuji’s voice was so soft, embarrassed by his position, his actions, looking up at Suguru as if he would solve all his silly little problems. Suguru’s cock jumped in his pants, and he was sure the boy could feel it. Would he even know what it was? Had they covered that in Yuuji’s school yet? Had Satoru talked to the boy? Did he know what he was doing to Suguru? 

“Oh, Yuuji.” Suguru cooed, fingers sliding down through his wet folds to roll over his little clitty, earning a choked sound from Yuuji as his hips jerked. “Good boy,” Suguru groaned, leaning forward to bury his nose into fluffy, rosy locks, smelling whatever clean, sweet scent clung to the boy. “See? Don’t you want to be good for me?” He hummed, rolling slow circles around the little bud under his fingertips. 

“Mmnh,” Yuuji breathed, fisting the hands trapped between them in Suguru’s slacks, unaware of just how close they were to Suguru’s rock-hard cock. Yuuji nodded a little, squirming back into the touch. 

Suguru’s fingers trailed down, and he pressed one into that hot, wet heat. Yuuji yelped, looking back but unable to see around the man as Suguru’s lips pressed to the boy’s temple, shushing him gently as he slowly adjusted around Suguru’s thick, long finger. He rocked the tip in and out, teasing the slit into opening up for him to press in further. 

Yuuji squirmed, unfamiliar with the intrusion as his hips wiggled. Suguru raised his free hand, gently wiping the leftover tears on Yuuji’s cheek. “Good boy, Yuuji,” He whispered into his ear. He couldn’t remember the last time he treated someone like this, even recent one-night stands had skipped over the pillow talk. Now, though, he was compelled to whisper the praises into Yuuji’s hair, his touch so delicate as he carved a little home for himself into the boy’s throbbing, tight walls. 

His finger ventured further, until he encountered a little barrier, thin and resisting as he gently prodded it. “Has your dad ever spanked you?” Suguru found himself asking, nibbling on the shell of Yuuji’s ear as the boy stuttered. “Does he know that you love it? Or am I the only one who’s seen you like this?” 

Could he go through with this? Was it too late to back out? Had he already damaged the boy beyond repair? Corrupted him? What would Satoru do if he found out?

Could he really take Satoru’s son’s first time, just like that? 

“N-no,” Yuuji panted, leaning into that large palm against his cheek. “Just you…” He whispered back, hesitant, innocent, inexperienced, his breath hot in Suguru’s ear, coaxing a chill up Suguru’s spine. His cock jumped, and he groaned at the thought. God, he was finger fucking Satoru’s kid. 

Yuuji’s hands shifted under him, pressing whatever kept poking him away. However, the attention made it jolt twice as hard, and he gasped, wrapping a hand around the bulge, feeling the wet spot that had grown there from Suguru’s weeping cock with curiosity, thumb stroking as his fingers squeezed. Suguru’s head fell back, caught up in the warmth of the boy’s hand as it fondled him without practice. 

“God, Yuuji,” He hummed, cock jumping into the boy’s hand. Suguru prodded at that little barrier again, and his thumb trailed down to play with Yuuji’s clit again, waiting for the boy to arch and moan before he thrust his finger forward, breaking through the thin wall of skin, receiving only a small whimper from Yuuji. “Good, you’re doing so good for me.” 

Suguru added a second finger, stretching the boy’s walls, working him open slowly and passionately as his little hips twitched and his hands squeezed at the bulge beneath him, more focused on the intrusion in his body than the way Suguru’s cock filled out his hand. 

Squelches and moans filled the air, Suguru’s fingers filling Yuuji out perfectly as he slowly fucked them in deep and curled them as they were drawn out. He did this over and over, drilling into Yuuji’s body as it easily opened up beneath him. He’d probably take Suguru’s cock even better, sputtering and whimpering, begging to be called a good boy as he was stretched and split open. 

Suguru’s pace sped up, his pulse spiking at the thought as his cock was mindlessly fondled. Yuuji’s cries grew louder, ass beginning to jiggle and ripple under the increasing force that Suguru was using. 

Yuuji’s head dipped forward, eyes closed tight as the pleasure in his body built. He’d never done anything like this, had hardly touched himself beyond his failed attempts at masturbating in his room at night. This was on a whole new level. He’d never felt anything that made his stomach burn white-hot, winding tight into a little ball as Suguru’s fingers worked his sensitive cunt raw and aching. 

Suguru surely couldn’t actually take Satoru’s son’s virginity, this was just a reward, something to help with those terrible cramps he’s sure the poor thing’s been having. He could certainly work the boy through an orgasm on his fingers, and that’s as far as he’d allow himself to take it. He’d promised to make the boy feel better, after all. Once he felt better, he could get him into the bath and rinse away all of that blood with whatever soaps had the boy smelling so sweetly. 

Yuuji’s hips rocked back on his hand, hitching as he tried to fuck Suguru’s fingers deeper inside of him. With a whimper, that golden gaze looked over his shoulder, his eyes watery and shy, a far cry from the demanding little monster he’d been when Suguru stepped through the door. Suguru’s fingers curled, aiming for that spot right inside him. Yuuji’s eyes rolled back, and he groaned, hands pressing and pawing at the hard cock under him with a needy little whimper. 

God, Yuuji probably had no idea what he was even asking for, staring at Suguru like that with his eyes half-lidded. Suguru’s teeth ached to sink into supple, soft skin. 

“Better stop looking at me like that,” Suguru warned him with a hum, curling his fingers and grinding them into that spot that had Yuuji’s body flinching and moaning. 

“W-why?” Yuuji asked, gnawing on his lower lip to stop from mincing his words with moans and whimpers. 

“Because if you don’t,” Suguru thrust his fingers in roughly a couple of times, irritating the spanked skin on his ass, finishing by curling his fingers meanly into that spot, leaning in close to nip at the other’s ruddy ear, being sure not to leave any visible marks. “I might have to hurt you.”

“Ah!” Yuuji cried out in response to the sudden change in the man’s actions, wiggling his hips as if to get away despite the way a long string of pinkish drool fell from his ruined little cunt. The harsh thrusts had gotten him deeper, chasing that ache further up and providing only a little relief from the sensation of it. He could cry, overstimulated by being chased to whatever edge he was on with those fingers, his body twitching. He needed that terrible ache gone so badly it hurt worse than the raw skin on his ass. If he could just get Suguru to go a little harder, just like before, if the long fingers drilling into his most sensitive area could reach just that much further, he’s sure he could finally get this live wire within him to snap. 

Yuuji’s mind felt like it was filled with fog, airy and tingling up to his scalp as he finally glanced back over his shoulder at Suguru, peeking up at the man through his lashes. Those dark eyes snapped to his immediately, and they narrowed as if to see straight through Yuuji, his movements slowing. Yuuji wasn’t sure exactly which face he’d made last time, so he simply tried his best to look as innocent as he could, smushing his cheek up against the cushion as he panted under the man’s touch. 

“Suguru…” He panted, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment, especially as the man’s hand fully paused, half stuffed into Yuuji’s pussy as he gave the boy his undivided attention. Yuuji licked his lips, squirming a little under that gaze. His chest filled with victory as the man’s dick jumped into his hand again. “P-please… It hurts…” 

Suguru swallowed, his mouth flooded with saliva as that ugly monster in his chest reared its greedy head. “Yuuji…” He mumbled, wisely deciding to see past the red filling his vision. To see reason. He had to be the voice of reason; he couldn’t give in to the boy’s whims. He could hurt Yuuji; Satoru would never forgive him.

Yuuji would never forgive him. 

His restraint was holding on by a single thread, a fibrous tendril of sanity. 

Yuuji’s hips ground back, trying to get the man to continue moving again. When nothing happened, Suguru was still trying to regain control of himself, fingers partially buried in throbbing, clenching walls. Yuuji's eyes sharpened back into that ever-familiar glare as frustration layered over the pleasure in his belly. “I t-thought you didn’t give empty threats?” 

Suguru’s eyes refocused on that fierce little glare, that beast raged in his chest, begging him to lurch forward and swallow the boy whole.  

Distantly, something in Suguru audibly snapped, completely ignored by the man as he flipped the boy easily onto his back. Pressing him down into the cushions, a large hand flat on Yuuji’s chest, fingers nearly eating up the entirety of the other’s ribcage when spread. Yuuji’s eyes grew wide, his little chest heaving under Suguru’s palm. 

“S-suguru?” He asked into the space between them, his face burning bright red. 

Suguru’s free hand was already unfastening his belt buckle. Hastily pushing his pants down enough for his cock to spring free and hang heavily, dribbling precum as Yuuji stared at it with wide, unblinking eyes.

“What’s wrong, Yuuji?” Suguru cooed, his thoughts lost to the greedy void eating away at his sanity. God, the things Yuuji did to him. He moved forward, letting his cock smack down heavily against the boy’s pussy, making Yuuji choke on a cry. 

“Shh,” Suguru shushed gently, rocking his hips forward, his thick length spreading pretty pussy lips, sliding back and forth with the cockhead kissing his little clit. “You’ve been so good for me so far, Yuuji. Don’t you want to keep being good?” He hummed down at him as Yuuji shook, little fists clenched into the couch cushions below. 

His blood was roaring in his ears, sliding his cock through that delicious heat, smiling down at Yuuji.