Titolo: Trash

Fandom: doujinshi > Ikujinashi No Spectator

Personaggi: Asahina/Totori

Genere: erotico

Avvertimenti: in inglese, missing moment (idealmente un seguito), pwp, underage

Parole: 3162

“Asahina, what the-”

A hand covers his mouth quietly and then presses hard, forcing his head to bump against the window. 

“Let’s show the world what kind of slut you are, uh?” Asahina hums, his voice soft, almost completely unbothered. 

Totori’s eyes begin burning almost instantly, his cheeks turning red. 

That would really suck. Totori is almost sure he doesn’t actually mean it - in his posh neighborhood, a young boy getting pounded against the window for everyone to see would absolutely ruin his reputation for life. And the one doing him would get ruined too. 

“What did you just say, you boor?” he spits back. 

“I called you a slut. That’s what you are, aren’t you? Look,” Asahina says, while slowly tracing Totori’s skinny body lightly, and stops the motion right before his touch reaches the already half-hard bulge in the kid’s pants. He does not get any major reaction, at least explicitly, but he sees it in the way Totori’s cheeks blush harder, in the way his lip gets trapped between his teeth. That’s because while harassing him, Asahina moved closer to the point of pressing his body down on the smaller’s. 

And Totori knows, it worked.

“Get your dirty boor hands off me,” he spells out slowly, with his eyes burning holes in Asahina’s mind. 

He lingers, the pressure on his wrists increasing. And then calmly, gradually, lets go of them. Totori immediately moves away from the window, not without an abundant quantity of surprise. 

“That’s weird. You never listen to me.”

Asahina tilts his head, and then a smirk shows up on his lips. 

“I was just wondering how it would be like if you took charge for once.”

And with that, he takes off his jacket, while Totori looks at him with some confusion, an eyebrow arching up. 

“You think I’m going to let you get your ugly pig hands on me again? On purpose?” 

Asahina nods, completely ignoring the insults as per usual. 

“You don’t ever seem to mind, right? Your dick sure doesn’t, anyway.”

Totori’s eyes roll all around, before focusing again on Asahina, a slight blush rolling back on his cheek but still with a skeptical glare. 

“It doesn’t mean I like it. I actually hate it, don’t you ever wonder why I thrash around so much every time?” 

Totori seems to be getting really frustrated now. Since it started, that was their relationship - Asahina taking advantage of his size to humiliate Totori any way he could, Totori trying to protest and free himself, but… there was always that slight pleasure he still can’t kick away from inside. When Asahina got him to come right in the middle of class and then saw his panties full of jizz, when he calmly fingered Totori while ignoring his protests, when he shaved his pubes, and even when he got him to hold his pee so much that Totori felt like bursting and then watched him while he relieved himself… it was always there. Maybe it was not exactly pleasure, but some kind of satisfaction. Maybe. He still can’t put a finger on it. Every time he comes, with yet another wound to his pride comes something else, a hard warmth rolling over him, a warmth he clings onto every time. 

“Do you really hate it? If you did, you would tell your rich daddy, isn’t it?” Asahina observes, his smirk widening. He must know Totori really has no such intention. Totori knows that he knows, and that’s what he hates. Asahina has the upper hand, and he cannot at all tolerate that. But if his dad knew, he would also know Totori had sex with another boy. He would know one of the secrets Totori is so jealous of. 

And if he knew, then Asahina would have to stop. 

Totori’s fists clench, and finally he takes a step forward, with his face scrunching up in sheer hatred, before stepping off his shoes. 

“You’ll do exactly as I say,” he growls, with his little sharp voice. Asahina smiles, licking his lips. 

“Yes, sir. Whatever you say.”

“Yes means yes,” Totori adds, remembering full well the time when Asahina promised something and then ‘forgot’. 

“Yes means yes,” Asahina says. 

“No means no,” Totori continues, sneaking out of his pants off too. 

“No means no,” Asahina repeats, his smile getting wider as his hands grab Totori’s waist. 

This should be fun. 

Totori insisted to keep his preppy good boy shirt on, which is actually kind of endearing - it’s cute, how he still holds onto his upper class pride while getting his ass pounded on the regular by a boy of an inferior class, without even knowing whether he wants it or not. 

But now Asahina kneels in front of him, eyes looking up at him like a dog waiting for orders, and Totori grabs a lock of his hair, pulling his head back and nudging his cock with his foot. 

“Lick me,” he says, as his eyes look down on him with real, genuine disdain. 

Asahina’s eyes glitter, as his smirk only gets wider and his hands touch Totori’s slender legs. He darts his tongue out, licking a single stripe over Totori’s undies before blowing hot, soft air on it. The tiny hard cock in them twitches, and his teeth clench together. 

“Do it right, pig,” Totori commands, his voice coarse as he fights to hold the frustration back and control the anger. 

Asahina giggles, brushing his hand just slightly over the bulge in front of him, softly, like the cruel bitch he is, just to make it twitch again. Which it does, as expected. Totori’s teeth clench harder and his hand comes down on Asahina’s face. Not too hard, just hard enough to let him know he’s not up for playing.

“If you’re going to be like that I’ll go away,” he hisses, as red as he’s ever been. 

And Asahina looks up at him, staying still a few moments, before quietly beginning to lick him over his undies again, silent, with his tongue swirling over the fabric, flicking, leaving long warm caresses, and he smiles at the hardness rapidly stretching under his mouth. As his mouth works on him, his hands slide up Totori’s legs to massage them, higher and higher a little bit at a time before grabbing his ass and groping it wildly, his fingers teasing the soft flesh and muscle. 

After a bit, finally he hears them, Totori’s moans as his fist clenches around Asahina’s hair, and his muscles tense as he seems to already be about to come. 

Not yet. 

Asahina leaves a little kiss before stopping, and his fingers leave their cozy spot to slide down, settling on Totori’s inner thighs and quietly massaging them. 

Totori’s eyes blow open - when did he close them? - and whips his head to glare down at him. 

“Why did you stop?” He screeches, his legs trembling from the pleasure stuck in his bowels. 

“Were you coming already? Damn, and then you say you don’t like sex,” Asahina teases him, looking more amused than the usual, and finally slides Totori’s undies down, looking at his sex stretching and twitching desperately. “And that you don’t like me.”

“Finish the job!” Totori blurts out, his fingers rolled in tight fists. 

Asahina hums softly, his fingers tracing the hot flesh and observing its reactions. 

“Okay,” he says, before opening his mouth wide and then wrapping it firmly around Totori’s cock, taking it all in one go and holding him in place with his hands getting back to his small butt. 

Totori just gasps, hands grasping hard at Asahina’s hair again, pulling hard as the pleasure comes back all in one sharp wave, his legs shaking so hard he leans on Asahina’s head. 

“No. Fuck-” he whispers, feeling every movement inside of the other’s wet, hot mouth, feeling his tongue press on his underside with each sucking motion, feeling his cum getting coaxed out of him almost unwillingly, feeling every fiber and muscle of his body clench, riding the pleasure and following it to the end. 

And then he comes, spilling inside of Asahina’s mouth, while his fingers clench even harder and every muscle in his body clenches so hard it hurts, and finally a tiny grunt leaves his lips before his body relaxes, and his breath catches up with sharp inhales and exhales. He doesn’t know how he looks now, but it’s also probably better he doesn’t. Looking at himself right now would be awful. 

But he looks down, catching Asahina as he swallows and licks some stray droplets from his lips. 

“Disgusting” is the comment, but he smiles like a predator, like every time he gets what he wants. “Now I’m gonna get mine,” he says, standing up and towering on Totori again. 

“You said you would do what I wanted,” Totori breathes out, still catching his breath. 

“I already did. But now I will do what you want while I fuck you, sounds good?” he counters, grabbing Totori’s waist and sort of launching him on the bed. 

He’s so small, Totori. His legs and arms and body are so scrawny, his baby face fits perfectly in Asahina’s hands, his mouth is so small it’s almost a miracle he can fit a dick inside - but it did anyway. Plus, his tidy and clean bowl cut looks exactly like the kind of hair kids have before they start cutting them in every kind of rebellious way. To someone new, he would look three years younger than how he actually is. Asahina had his growth spurt already, they’re the same age, but he would probably look two years older and way more older than Totori. In every single aspect, Asahina looks the opposite of Totori, from his unkempt hair to the bored look he always wears. He’s a punk, that’s what everyone says, with reason. 

“F-Fingers,” Totori whispers, looking back at Asahina while his cheeks turn red again, half-regretting this other agreement. Asahina is so fickle, nothing would stop him from changing his mind and doing exactly what he wants despite having promised otherwise. 

“Pardon? I didn’t hear you,” Asahina says, placing a hand behind his ear. “Speak louder, please, sir.” 

He’s having so much fun - Totori’s teeth grind with irritation. 

“Fingers! Your fingers! Use your fingers!” He bursts yelling, his face almost getting purple. Why is he even still here?

“Ooooh, right. I see. Coming right up, mister,” Asahina says, stretching every vowel while his fingers dip in vaseline, and then teases Totori’s hole with one, circling it slowly, waiting for it to invite him in. 

“I’ll p-punch you. Ngh,” Totori gasps, his fingers grasping onto the soft sheets of his bed. 

At least they got away from the window. 

And thankfully his parents aren’t home - it’s by design, Asahina made sure to only show up when they were out for business, every time he came to visit and fuck the brains out of Totori. He might be incredibly impudent and arrogant, but even he knows better than to fuck a disgustingly rich kid under his parents’ noses. 

Two fingers in and Totori already seems to have lost today’s stockpile of dignity, his jaw slack to let whiny moans gush out, wet and breathy and loud, while Asahina kisses his skin, confident he found the spot inside of Totori that makes him lose his mind. And it’s so much fun, he loves it. He loves hearing and feeling that fucking asshole preppy kid lose all grasp on his own perceived superiority and become a blubbering mess unable of rational thought and detachment. 

Pushing it further, he places the other hand on Totori’s tummy, drawing little circles on his hot skin in sync with the merciless motions inside of him, and slowly touches him, teasing his tiny cock and grabbing his balls softly to play with them, and Totori answers immediately with his hips snapping to meet the touch, wild from the stimuli, and Asahina feels him approach an orgasm again from the way his balls inflate in his hand, moving slightly. 

That’s why he takes his hand away, and his fingers retreat a little, still wiggling to keep Totori’s ass busy. 

“N-no… no, do it… do it more,” Totori whines, frustrated, running the trace of whatever he was about to feel. 

Asahina smiles, biting his buttock softly. 

“Wouldn’t you like my dick instead? It’s bigger and better. You like it, right?”

Totori lets out a long breath. He’s not wrong. 

“I should be deciding things, here, don’t you remember? Or is your brain so small you can’t even retain information for five minutes? It would explain your grades, actually,” he retorts through his teeth, rolling out words fast like bullets. 

“Oh, it was just a suggestion. It either that or you’re going to have to suck my dick. I’m not gonna get out of it without mine, y’know.” 

Totori turns around to look at him, and sits on the mattress with a really cross look, complete with a pout. 

“You’re a goddamn cheat, Asahina!” He protests, while Asahina moves over him, but he does not seem to fight back much. He doesn’t even push against his chest. But he spreads his legs instead, settling 

Lowering the fly of his pants, Asahina smiles. 

“I know this is what you want,” he mutters and presses a kiss on his lips. Totori grumbles against it a bit; but eventually hums, soft, grasping onto Asahina’s school shirt. Once he pulls himself away, Totori turns a liquid gaze on him, different from the kind of angry, dark look that’s in his eyes when they fuck like that. 

Today, as well, he seems to have given up. That’s good, Asahina thinks, pulling his pants off. He grabs a pillow to fit under Totori’s hips, lifting his ass to the perfect angle. Settling closer, Asahina grins, uncovering his cock also. 

“Bon appetit,” he says, pressing it against Totori’s hole and spreading his legs wider as he patiently waits for the other’s body to let him in. With Totori whining and his muscles tensing up at the invasion it takes a while, but this is not the first time. He knows Totori’s body will comply eventually, and eventually it does, relaxing and giving up to him. He looks at Totori’s face and his eyes are closed - he seems to be focusing, biting his lip to hold onto some thought Asahina knows nothing about, and his forehead glitters with sweat while his nose twitches with tension. 

He’s so cute. Asahina would never say it aloud, obviously, but he’s absolutely adorable, so tiny and sprawled like that under him, doing his best to force his body into giving in. His body is so small sometimes Asahina fantasizes about him getting so tiny to fit in the palm of his hand. 

But he’s not supposed to have feelings for this brat. He slides in a little bit more, grabbing Totori’s cock and pumping around it unceremoniosly - forcing him to match the rhythm all of a sudden, and Totori slams his eyes open looking for him, while a flurry of groans and confused noises clog his throat. 

“Can’t let you get too cozy, you know? Otherwise you’ll act spoiled again,” Asahina says, gradually starting to move inside him, harder and faster. 

Totori throw him a truly venomous glare, despite the pleasure mounting quickly in his core. 

“Fuck you,” he says, his voice low, and Asahina kisses his forehead. 

“That’s not very nice to say, brat,” he says, “aren’t future CEOs supposed to have some composure and manners?” 

“Fuck you,” Totori says again. “And by the way, you agreed that I would take the shots,” he says, with a hard look. 

“I don’t remember saying that,” Asahina says in a sing-song voice, earning an angry stare. He already pulled this once, alright. “But okay. Set the pace, do it how you like.” 

No harm in humoring him, for once. Totori looks down at him like he grew another head - he never makes concessions, he always uses Totori’s body exactly the way he wants whenever he wants, so this is… unexpected. 

But there’s an opportunity to do what he wants, so he’s not going to miss out. Slowly he lowers his hips on Asahina’s cock, letting his body take its time, and shivers when Asahina’s hands grab his hips, supporting him. He looks down, and Asahina looks up at him with an air of focus. His hands wrap harder around his hips, but other than that he seems to be doing nothing that Totori didn’t tell him to do. 

It is so weird. 

His hips start rolling, bouncing on him, and Asahina still keeps quiet, only holding on Totori’s hips to stabilize him, and looks up at him silently, biting his lip. 

Totori groans, with pleasure coming back yet again but with also a curious look on his face - what’s the idiot up to? 

“You really like my dick, huh? You had the chance to do what you wanted and you still took it up the ass,” he finally says, with a smirk. “So when you said you didn’t like it…”

“Shut up,” Totori says, his face pink, increasing the pace. “It’s an order.” 

Asahina’s knowing smile gets wider, but he does keep quiet now. No need to humiliate him further. 

He listens to his own body, his balls growing tense, waves of pressure between his legs; feels how lightweigh Totori on top of him, feels his tiny hands on him, and covers them with his own - way bigger and stronger. 

Totori moves faster and faster on top and around him, eyes closed, lips letting out heavy, fast breaths mixed with his tiny chirping moans. 

“Jack me off,” he says, guiding one of Asahina’s hands to his cock. And Asahina looks at his cock with precum already leaking abundantly from it - and nods, complying. 

It gets to the end pretty fast. Turns out, it doesn’t take much for Totori to come, and his muscles squeezing so hard around him makes it inevitable for Asahina to reach him too. 

Totori ends up collapsing on top of him, and Asahina looks at him move up and down following his breathing. He’s cute. Despite his ugly personality, Totori is cute as hell. His eyes close quite fast, and for that moment he could almost look like an innocent little boy… what a tricky little thing. He’s the farthest from innocent Asahina’s ever seen. 

And he’s the most fun Asahina’s ever had. 

He gets shivers out of him from teasing his ass a little bit more, and smiles, tilting his chin up to kiss his lips. And all he gets in return is a dirty look. 

“Yuck, disgusting.”

Asahina’s eyes narrow into slits. So he didn’t learn the lesson after all. 

It’s okay, though. Asahina can be very patient, and the day is still very long.