Moral of the Story {Lights down Low part 2}

Whore

                    "You're such a whore." The brunette giggled. The rest of her sentence was blurred. He remembered what his lovers said. He was ' Their whore' That word rang in his head. He thought he was over that. His brain was sent spinning at the mention. Shouto rushed past them, going into the bathroom and puking violently. He despised that word. It made him feel filthy. He already had second thoughts about being in a harem when they barely knew each other and just had sex. When people said that, it just made it worse. His anxiety raged like a storm inside his heart, wondering if he should tell anyone. Toga would try to kill them, she knew about his sensitivity to that word. She already thought they were snakes and hated them. Dabi would fire them. Shiggy and Magne would send them to the hospital. And his boyfriends, if they even were that considering the circumstance, they wouldn't care. Shouto washed his face and walked back out, swallowing his anxiety as his eyes landed on the group girls flirting with his boyfriends. And, if his eyes weren't deceiving him, they were flirting back. Once he was on their line of sight, they pushed the thots away and walked up to him. "Sho! We were looking for you!" Kaminari greeted happily, but there was a slight waver in his voice.. The peppermint raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "Wait- you're not mad? You didn't get jealous or anything?" Kirishima asked, suspicion flowing through his words. Shouto smiled darkly. "What's there to be angry about? It's not like I was anything but a fuck buddy to you all anyways." Shinsou gulped as Izuku tried to speak. "Sho-" But he wasn't having it. "Shut up. I never meant anything to you all, so you shouldn't mean anything to me. Talk to me when you're ready to be committed, douchebag." The shorter male stormed off. Toga's golden eyes flashed a murderous glare towards them before she ran after him.

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                         About 4 hours later, back at the cottage, which became the house they lived in with Shouto, the harem contemplated what to do. "I never knew he felt like that." Iida muttered. "He never showed it. He's one hella good actor." Bakugo agreed. Shinsou bit his lip,nervously thinking about what to do about their relationship now. "There must be some way we can fix this. " Iida groaned as he fell back on the couch, the cushions softening his fall. Suddenly, a spark went through Kaminari."We could bring him over and then give him a proper apology." The others nodded, seemingly satisfied with the solution, but for now, they would sleep on it.

                          The next day, instead of Shouto walking through the cottage doors at 4, the same group of girls did, only to find them dissatisfied. Momo rolled her eyes., while Jirou clicked her tongue. "I bet we could satisfy you better than he ever could. It's better to fuck a girl anyways." Bakugou's eyebrow arched. "Is that a challenge?" Mina grinned. "Sure.He's not coming over until 5 right? It's 4 right now, might as well have fun while you still can." They all locked eyes, trying to determine if this was a good idea. Thoughts rang out through minds, some wanting to do this, some not, but there was one prominent thought. Let's do it. Shinsou nodded, giving the girls their answer, and they all headed upstairs.

                             A random room was chosen, which happened to be Shouto's, but in the heat of the moment, it didn't matter. Within a minute, moans from both male and female rang out, the room feeling like a sauna. It was filthy. The women grinding down on their selected partners like wild animals in heat, with the males thrusting into them like they were high on a drug. Feverish movement against the other body in a desperate need for pleasure and satisfaction. Bodily fluids flowed freely, as the idea to stop after one round was destroyed in the disgusting juices of their bodies. Being filled and emptying out only to be entered again. The contorted faces of pleasure was a sight to scar one for life. Disgusting. Loud, wet, squelching sounds were made with every connection made between them. All essence of time and restriction was lost, much to their demise.Reality seemed to be a blur now, with the errotic movements being the only thing that mattered in the world. The sound of the door opening wasn't heard. Neither was the blunt greeting from downstairs. The sound of combat boots making their way up the stairs was ignored. It was too much. The feeling was euphoric, but what was about to happen wasn't going to be.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck." The bitter growl made allocations of orgasams through physical contact ceace. Shock spread across the room as reality hit them like an avalanche. The realisation of time, 35 minutes and 51 seconds past 6 PM, and the notice of the mess that was made. "I-it isn't what it looks like?" Kaminari stuttered, his voice hoarse from moaning. Shouto's eyes seemed to roll around the circumference of the Earth before meeting theirs. "No shit Sherlock. I went through the trouble of rushing here after my shift, to see you doing..." He waved his hand dismissively. "This." His nose seemed to crinkle in disgust as the rancid mayonnaise scent of dried cum reached his nose. He began to walk away, tears brimming his eyes, and not just from the smell. He knew this would happen. His anxiety about the entire situation was right. He should've known that his longing to be in a faithful relationship, and to be with the mafia bosses wouldn't mix. He was a fool. The sound of struggling was heard until the skin slapping resumed, at a faster pace no doubt. Shouto began to run outside. They didn't even care to apologise. His legs brought him back home, where Toga immediately hugged his shaking figure. Once he passed out, the vampire blonde swore she would kill them if it was the last thing she did. But, unbeknownst to her, things would happen that would kill them without her doing anything.

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