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geto suguru x fem reader | issa toxic affair, y'all.

6.2k words (i know, i know), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; angst city, angst angst city biiitch (yk the vibes) & smut (obvy); feat. cute stuff like a lil' degradation, toxic ass relationship, a lil infidelity, obsessive love & jealousy, lovers 2 exes 2 enemies 2 lovers, public indecency, hand job, oral (f receiving), knife play, a lil bit of blood kink, alcohol, geto is a certified asshole & but reader gets him back, yandere reader bc i love being toxic, gojo makes an appearance! also idk other stuff probably idr ok; also reader is black bc i said she is. this is for @510hz's how to be a heartbreaker collab event (ty so much for letting me participate, i had fun truly). this was inspired by mariana's "power & control"; there's also a lil inspo from "the glory" in there, you'll see. it took me forever but i survived, i hope y'all survive reading this 🤭 (if u see typos/grammatical errors no u didn't)

“you horrify me. but at the same time, / i horrify myself. we are horrible.” – hélène cixous

there’s a name for the disease you have; it’s called foolishness, or, in layman’s terms: love.

your mother warned you long ago, to guard your heart — to ensure that no man could penetrate the thick walls encasing it — yet there you are, a silly, pathetic thing scurrying behind a man who would readily cast you aside if it suited him. you truly did resist him at first; you rebuffed his advances with polite smiles and curt responses, yet he persisted daily and, in hindsight, obsessively.

it’s in his nature, after all.

a man like geto suguru simply does not concede if his pride is on the line — and your initial rejection did, in fact, bruise his ego; although, he’ll never openly admit that.

when he does manage to wiggle his way into your heart, with his charming smiles, small gestures that you somehow misinterpret as kindness, you steadily fall for him. it’s not your fault, not really. geto is just that damn good at figuring people out; and with you, it wasn’t difficult. he found it remarkably easy to sway you, he almost felt bad.

almost.

the first few months are pure bliss; he picks you up promptly for dates, takes you to nice restaurants in the city, pays for spa days and shopping sprees — buys you things you never really allowed yourself to buy on your own, surprises you with lavish floral arrangements that make you cry needlessly over how tragically romantic he’s being. and, suddenly, your heart, which was so strongly protected, becomes vulnerable and falls under his control. it flutters around helplessly in the gilded cage he’s crafted for it — a too-tight fit, where every time you exhale you feel the thick bars pressing tightly and you suffocate — but still, love makes you think that all of this is worth it in the end.

as long as geto calls you his, that’s all that matters.

when he calls your phone, you pick up on the first ring, eager and desperate —to hear the dulcet tones embedded in his voice, the words saccharine and carefully picked; things you’ve always wanted to be told, he whispers them all to you before you fall asleep.

but the thing about geto is, boredom is never too far away from him.

it wraps itself around his arms one morning, slithers along and drenches his skin, completely warping his sense of morality — making him much more severe and uncaring than he normally is. all your cute, quirky traits become bothersome to him; he tires of your laugh, doesn’t care to see that sparkle in your eyes whenever he shows up at your front door, and listening to you drone on and on about things that you like bores him to tears.

when he fucks you, it’s impassively, as if it’s something he needs to tick off his list of weekly duties, rather than something he chooses to do because he genuinely wants to be intimate. you don’t question it at first, but it becomes painfully obvious — and awkward — when he leaves every time, not bothering to kiss you goodnight or even look your way. your mind is cruel one morning, when you reflect on how sex with geto is mostly about him getting off and not you; it never bothered you before, but as the months go on, it starts one of many tiny cracks in his veneer.

the rejection is unbearable — tangible in the way it makes you sluggish and depressed — but you deal with it; you must, after all, he’s the love of your life. you simply can’t imagine being with anyone else now.

geto becomes the very man your mother warned you about, but you ignore it without question.

love is work, you remind yourself for the umpteenth time as you sit in the back of your favorite restaurant, checking the time repeatedly and seeing that he still hasn’t shown. you’re in a modest dress with a slit down the side and you’ve already downed two glasses of wine without him. it’s been forty minutes, the server keeps checking on you, giving you pitying looks despite your smiles and insistence that your boyfriend is definitely on his way.

but the longer you sit there, the less sure of that you are.

eventually you leave; they don’t charge you for a thing and you thank them for their kindness — pity, really — and head home. you try calling geto and get his voicemail again; so you leave yet another teary message, this one more incoherent than the last two, and toss your phone onto your vanity before crying yourself the sleep. you don’t know what to do with this feeling — the hopelessness is eating you alive; or maybe it’s just the wine making you overly sensitive.

geto knows he’s an asshole and relishes in it.

he has his notifications silenced while he’s downtown with a few close friends, partying in an exclusive lounge, drinking until his head grows heavy. he doesn’t remember how he gets back to his place, and barely remembers who he fucked that night, but he does have the common decency to kick them out come morning. he’s hospitable like that. his head throbs as he scrolls through his phone, promptly ignoring the twelve texts from you and the fifteen missed calls. gojo called him heartless last night, which he thought was ridiculous — he has a heart, it just doesn’t always work properly; geto now assumes gojo was referring to his mistreatment of you.

something about that nags at him a little, so he decides to play nice and call you back. the phone continues to ring as he lounges on the plush couch in his living room, causing him to frown; very strange. you normally pick up for him right away, but you’re not answering. he should be concerned, but he chalks it up to you sleeping and decides to try again in an hour.

after his third time calling, annoyance turns into anger which fuels his petty jealousy.

what could you possibly be doing that would require you to ignore him — him — of all people?

“y/n,” he says as calmly as he can while his hand grips his phone tightly, it’s his fourth voicemail, but he doesn’t really care. “i don’t know what game you’re playing at, but i assure you… you won’t win.” he doesn’t elaborate past that, and instead throws his phone at the nearest wall — not bothering to pick it up once it clatters onto the hardwood floor. his anger surprises him; subduing certain emotions is an art for him, so all of this feels very new and uncomfortable.

he tells himself this weakness is only temporary, and that you’ll come to your senses too. except, you don’t. you don’t call him back; you don’t bother texting, and you don’t listen to his voicemails until three days later. when geto finds you, you’re in the middle of rewatching your favorite show for the tenth time, eating leftover pizza in your pajamas.

with his nose wrinkled, geto shuffles through your apartment, taking note of the pile of dishes in your kitchen and the way you’ve completely let go of yourself. he’s appalled that a woman like you has succumbed to the frivolities that accompanies hurt feelings. he even says as much to you when you fail to greet him or acknowledge his presence.

it's when he turns off the tv, that you blink several times, sluggish and confused before realizing that the beautiful man before you is not a figment of your imagination.

“suguru,” you sound his name out like it’s unfamiliar, your tongue thick from keeping quiet these past few days; your mind’s a mess, you’re still reeling from the betrayal of him clearly abandoning you, discarding you like you’re just a toy that he’s long forgotten on the street. he snaps his fingers impatiently in front of your face to get your attention again.

“wh-what is it?”

he frowns again. “what do you mean ‘wh-what is it’?” his mockery of your voice and his accompanying sneer is unbecoming of him, you think, but you don’t say that out loud; instead you put down the pizza you were nibbling and yawn languidly.

“you don’t have to be an ass,” you remark carefully, finally glancing up at him as though you’re seeing him for the first time. love muddled your vision, but now you can see geto suguru for all that he is. a liar, a conman, a shitty human being; but most importantly, he’s still the love of your life. you take that last bit seriously; maybe a little too seriously.

but love has a way of making you foolish in ways that are incomprehensible to others.

geto narrows his eyes at you before his lips twitch and he laughs at your insolence. “okay, that’s fair. i did stand you up, after all.”

you turn back to the tv and shrug, flicking a few crumbs off your shirt. “doesn’t matter. what’s done is done.”

for some reason, your apathy agitates him greatly. your tone is off — detached, devoid of the usual joviality that you have whenever he’s around; he figures that he deserves that, but he knows you won’t be mad at him for long. you never are.

“don’t get ahead of yourself, y/n,” his words drift through the air, venomous and well-practiced — he’s mastered the art of tearing down others without even trying — his annoyance reaches its peak when you ignore him and he exhales loudly, as if the entire situation has bored him to death. “since you obviously don’t give a damn about my presence,” he starts, not bothering to hide his malice or irritation, “i’ll give you what you want.”

which is space. permanently — at least, that’s what he thinks you want anyway. he slams the copy of your apartment key onto the coffee table — something that would’ve made you flinch days ago, but you’re so numb you barely notice.

it’s unbelievable that after a year, this is how you treat him; maybe it’s for the best that he’s breaking up with you. after all, he’d never be able to tolerate you having the upper hand in the breakup. still, it does concern him a bit that you’re not reacting in the way you usually would; did he honestly break your heart that badly that you’ve taken to retreating to the far recesses of your mind? not that it matters to him; you served your purpose and wore out your welcome eight months ago.

he just needed a reason to end it.

once he leaves, you feel like you can breathe again. and after a few minutes, you realize what just happened. you scramble off the couch, heart beating rapidly, palm slick with perspiration as you yank open the door and call out to him.

but he’s long gone; already driven off, ready to take on the world without you.

you wear your rejection like a bruise that won’t ever heal; each word said, each call and text ignored, is like a punch in the same spot over and over.

will you ever be able to move on properly?

it’s not really his problem if you can or can’t get over him, as he’s already moved on within the hour. the thing about geto is, he always assumes he’s the one in control — that he holds all the cards in his hands; but he isn’t. he forgets that you’re entirely too observant for your own good, curious, resourceful, and lethal when provoked long enough. you foolishly grab your car keys and drive to his place in the middle of the night; you ignore traffic lights, drive faster than necessary, swerve in and out of traffic as a fit of madness course through your veins.

love continues to delude you into thinking that there’s a way to fix it all; there has to be, it’s the only thing you can believe in right now.

you think about ringing his doorbell, think about calling and texting, think about just banging on his window and demanding he let you in. but you don’t. instead, you lean against your car, dark, heavy clouds looming over that part of the city as rain comes down hard and practically oppressively.

but you don’t move.

you stand there, shivering; soaked from head to toe, hands balled into fists — his last words playing over and over in your mind, like a song you can’t seem to forget. and every time you hear his voice, your heart shatters a little more; you imagine he’s having fun inside, laughing with gojo and whatever new flavor he’s decided to whet his appetite with. you want to give him the benefit of the doubt; maybe he’s having a bad week? maybe he didn’t mean to break up with you; but the longer you try to convince yourself, the sharper his betrayal becomes.

the truth is bitter, inedible, and harsh; it clamps around your mind as the remnants of your heart morphs into ash.

you bite your tongue hard enough to draw blood, but you don’t feel it; how can you, after all that’s happened?

eventually, you hop into your car and drive to your best friend’s house — she’s the only one you can go to, now that you’ve realized that geto is serious about leaving you. after pouring your heart out and downing a few more glasses of wine, your best friend takes you by the shoulders and shakes you repeatedly.

“y/n,” she says calmly, eyes soft and warm, “honestly, babe, you need to move on from him. is he worth all of this trouble?” you consider her question, roll your bottom lip in between your teeth before answering properly.

“of course, he is,” you say quietly, and then a little louder, “my love for him is so strong that i actually think i hate him.” you’ve never seen your best friend so speechless in your life, but there she is, unable to formulate an appropriate enough response to talk you out of this.

but the thing is, as soon as those words leave your mouth, it finally clicks; all the pieces to the jigsaw puzzle set perfectly in place. how could you have been so foolish?

you love him so much that you hate him, and your hatred is so strong that it can only be perceived as love. it’s irrational, maddening, incredibly toxic; but you revel in it. you know what you need to do, you just need time to do it.

days blend into weeks, and weeks to months; you sell your soul to get back your dignity, that determination that geto stupidly overlooked continuously fuels your quest for revenge. you disappear from the city, change your phone number, leave your apartment, and become a nonthreatening ghost from geto’s past. he forgets about you every time he sleeps with someone else, forgets about you whenever he goes on vacation, forgets about you as he whispers the same sweet things to another over and over and over again.

his ego is something to be marveled, and he feels a little unstoppable these days.

six months later, geto finds himself at a stuffy gala — one that his company’s holding to legally siphon money from the upper 1% under the guise of philanthropy — and spends most of the night dodging gojo’s questions over another failed relationship.

“you really don’t think you’re the problem?” gojo says in between sips of champagne, eyeing his best friend through his dark shades, and smiling as if he already knows the answer to that particular question.

geto lets out a frustrated groan and rolls his eyes. “i’m not doing this with you.” because the last thing he needs, is gojo killing his buzz. he glances at the people in attendance, dark eyes flicking over each guest, seemingly uninterested in any of them until you walk in.

he’s not sure it’s you at first, as your beauty captivates him in a way that doesn’t make sense to him. you’re in a pair of heels that look equal parts elegant and enticing, a shimmering, gold gown with a plunging neckline and incredibly high slit. the color offsets the warm undertones of your rich, brown skin that seems silky and otherworldly under all the lights in the room. geto blinks several times, almost as if he can’t believe that it’s you. and, if it wasn’t for gojo making comments about how he didn’t realize you had curves like that, geto might’ve believed you were a figment of his imagination.

how the tables turn.

your date escorts you to a table towards the back, one that’s close enough that geto can watch you properly. something about you is different. he’s not sure if it’s the confidence you exude as you smile coyly at some of the other guests, plump lips curving upward whenever another man asks to make your acquaintance. you keep your head held high, graceful, as if you belong with that crowd — even though geto knows you don’t. you’d never be able to come to an event like this on your own, but he isn’t upset about that.

what he’s upset at, is your date’s hand lingering on your thigh, thumb caressing your knee as he leans over to whisper something in your ear; that’s your cue to smile demurely and swat at his hand. the laugh is well timed — you even throw your head back, offering geto a full view of your elongated neck and round breasts that cling to the fabric of your gown. you excuse yourself under the guise of going to the restroom, and walk past geto without glancing at him — it’s difficult, you so badly want to turn and watch his reaction, but you keep strong, hips swaying as you take the first hallway on your left.

he’s not sure if it’s curiosity, jealousy, or insanity that drives him to get out of his seat and stalk after you. geto was done with you, he knew that — you knew that — but there he is, chasing you like some lovesick teen that can’t seem to get their unrequited crush out of their head. thankfully, the hallway is empty, so when he rounds the corner, he finds you standing there, checking out your reflection in your compact mirror. you feign surprise when you realize someone’s there, one that morphs into temporary confusion before you smile sweetly at your ex-boyfriend.

“well, isn’t this a fun surprise,” you say airily, a sly smile tumbling onto your lips as you make your way over to him. he’s somehow forgotten how to breathe while simultaneously forgetting that you always looked like this — overwhelmingly beautiful and alluring — he just insisted you dress plain on purpose. you like that he’s speechless; you like that his eyes haven’t left you since you walked into the gala. when you get close enough that he can see just how long and thick your lashes are, he finally snaps out of his stupor — somewhat.

“y/n,” he says belatedly, a bit of awe and amusement coloring his voice, “i’m surprised to see you.” what he really wanted to say, was that he’s trying to remember why he broke up with you in the first place — because nothing comes to mind. not when you reach your hand to delicately tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, not when you intentionally place your hand on his chest, and call out his name softly, almost like a whisper before you take a step back.

“i changed my number,” you say in order to drive the point home and pluck your new phone out of your clutch. “and i moved, but i’d love to catch up with you.” he doesn’t say anything when you type your contact information in his phone and when your lips brush against his cheek, he’s reminded of just how much he adored you initially. he wants to ask why you’ve suddenly come back, but the words stick to the roof of his mouth — thick and impossible to remove, slowly rotting through his common sense. it must be some absurd act of possession that has him pull you close enough to brush his lips against yours; you relish in the nostalgia of the moment, with memories of him kissing you spontaneously during your dates — after all, you’ve been in this position so many times before.

the difference? your claws are sharper, dipped in one of the most potent poisons in the world — hatred.

but you have a role to play now: the naïve ex-girlfriend, who knew nothing of the world before meeting him. geto’s ego knows no bounds when you part your lips for him effortlessly, back arching as he runs his hand down it; his fingers are cool against your exposed skin and you shiver from the contact. he smirks at that, liking that he can still get that sort of reaction out of you. time is essential now, so you kiss him suddenly — your lips soft, supple, and sweet as ever.

geto uses that opportunity to slip is tongue inside of your mouth and familiarizes himself with your taste. you whimper softly and he smirks, thinking that he’s somehow won you over all over again, especially when you drag your nails down the back of his neck, scratching his skin without a care. they’re much sharper than he’s known them to be, and while the sting is tolerable, it’s also annoying. yet he can’t seem to pry himself away; your body feels perfect against his, and you surprise him once again when you rub your hand against his cock. geto’s never known you to be that bold before — and in public too? your kiss transforms into something much demanding, and before he realizes it, you’ve unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

a heat passes through both of you — and you almost forget yourself as you fall into a familiar dance, kissing him fervently as you wrap your hand around his cock. it stiffens almost immediately, a painful reminder that he’s still impossibly attracted to you, despite what he told himself months ago. you get drunk off of the power you hold over him — the man who mercilessly crushed your heart and left you alone to deal with the aftermath — and have to remind yourself that you’re only supposed to tease him a bit.

his breathing grows uneven, and it’s comical how he’s forgotten that anyone can easily walk in on you two — he just doesn’t care. he’d fuck you in front of everyone just to prove a damn point. your hand strokes faster, twisting as it moves up and down his thick length, his skin hot and smooth, keeping you in a daze. it’s always been like that with you — getting so hopelessly caught up in him that you forget anything else exists.

a voice in the back of your mind tells you to slow down, but you ignore it — the thrill of feeling each jerk of his hips has you moaning into his mouth, breathlessly kissing him like you have all the time in the world.

except you don’t.

the reality of that hits you faster than you’d like, so you bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. you pull away after, almost innocently and lick the blood off of him. the move practically pushes him over the edge, and he has to tell himself that he shouldn’t try fucking you in that hallway. you do your best to catch your breath and blink slowly as you both look at each other. to give yourself a bit of an edge, you swipe your thumb against the tip of his cock and admire the precum on your hand. you bring it up your lips, tongue gliding against your skin to savor the taste of him. it’s a polarizing and captivating experience; something about that makes him want to kiss you all over again, but he refrains from doing so, instead focusing on tucking himself in and fixing his clothes properly.

if you were cruel, you’d take a picture of this moment — of geto with a slightly heaving chest, flushed cheeks, confusion etched on his face as if he doesn’t understand why he let himself get carried away like that. your lipstick is smeared prettily against his lips — red, intoxicating, and ominous.

you smile at that; happy that you’ve successfully integrated yourself into his life again.

“let’s… pick this up again sometime,” your voice has a strange lilt to it — coy and musical, dangerously sultry. his heart skips a beat, and he thinks he’s gone mad; geto doesn’t swoon or obsess the way others do for him. but you’re different now, much more interesting, and mysterious. he knows there’s something wrong with this picture, but he can’t seem to connect the dots just yet.

he doesn’t get another chance to talk to you, as your date keeps you busy most of the night; you don’t bother looking at geto until the end of the event, where you wiggle your fingers at him before leaving.

as soon as you get into your date’s car, you get a text message from a number you’ve memorized by heart and smile as you mentally list all the things you need to do before your revenge can be complete.

little does he know, you haven’t moved at all; you still own your old apartment, but you don’t stay there. you temporarily moved into your childhood friend’s place — a ritzy, luxurious high-rise apartment by the beach — while they travel for work out of the country. it’s all for show, of course; you need geto (and gojo, by extension) to think you’ve somehow elevated yourself financially, that you’re successfully integrated into similar social circles, that you can casually score invites to lavish events that cater to the wealthy elite. after changing out of your gown and into something comfortable, you decide to pay a visit to your old place; it’s mostly empty, save for your old bedroom.

you poured your savings into surveillance equipment, have monitors set up around the room, have hundreds of candid pictures of geto and the people he frequently associates with over the past six months plastered all along the walls. you’ve scribbled out his face in most of the pics, and have drawn lines and arrows, written incoherent notes to yourself — making connections and scenarios so that your contingency plans are unshakeable.

geto texts you again and you smile to yourself, loving the way you’ve already slithered into his mind after one brief conversation with him. he doesn’t realize you’ve been watching him all this time, doesn’t realize that you placed cameras in his home, doesn’t realize that you have unfiltered access to his computer and phone — it pays to have friends who dabble in those things.

you make some tea before sitting on the cushy computer chair as you watch geto stress over you not texting him back; you chuckle and spin around in your chair, elation building up in your chest, rattling that gilded cage around your heart. he’s so stupid, it’s almost too easy; you open the text thread with him, start typing out a bogus response for a few minutes, then delete it and leave him on read.

it takes him half an hour to really lose his mind over you not texting him back, and all you can do is laugh until tears fall out of your eyes.

you want him to fall so hopelessly in love with you, that you become his very reason for living and breathing. then you want to carve out his heart and leave him behind. a perfect plan, really; there are some kinks you still need to iron out, but you know, in time, that everything will go as planned.

uneasiness settles into geto’s stomach over the next few weeks; you barely text him back, and when he calls, you’re always busy. it’s foolish the way he’s pining after you; he knows it’s just because he hasn’t seen you in a long time, but something about you is just so… different. the way you abruptly cut conversations short with him, how you keep rescheduling lunch and dinner with him; how you intentionally let yourself be seen on social media with various men and women. and even when he wants to delete your number and block you, he can’t seem to do it.

because there’s no logical reason why he should be upset. you two aren’t dating anymore, this is just his lust-ridden brain taking hold of his common sense. or, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

when you do manage to see him for dinner one night, you tease him mercilessly and without remorse. at first, geto thinks he has control over the flow of the conversation. you keep blushing whenever he strokes your palm, giggle appropriately when he bumps his knee against yours, and act demure when he gives you permission to order anything off the menu. and you do; the guilt you used to feel is nowhere to be found, instead you thrive in the high that accompanies spending his money frivolously.

in return, you slide your foot up along his leg — slow and tenuous, the first course in your act to capture his heart completely — flirt heavily without restriction and encourage him to keep ordering drinks. geto grows tired of dragging things out and insists you continue the evening back at his place.

“oh,” you say softly and, after a long drawn out moment, your lips curve into a knowing smile.

after you’re both full and pleasantly tipsy, he takes you to his place; in his mind it won’t be long before he has you begging him to fuck you — and then he can finally be rid of this ridiculous obsession. you barely make it through the door because his hands are all over you, tugging roughly on your dress to take it off of you. if you weren’t so determined to see this through, you’d laugh — at his eagerness, at his annoyance with the matter, at your uncanny ability to fool him into thinking that you really want him back.

you lay on his bed, legs spread wide, arousal dripping from your folds as he kisses along the inside of your thighs. normally, geto is an incredibly selfish lover — but tonight, he busies himself with devouring you entirely. almost like he’s trying to make up for lost time. your skin is littered with bite marks and hickeys, but you don’t mind; a few battle scars are necessary in the long run. an unprecedented hunger takes hold of his mind — drives him to eat your pussy with vigor and passion. you roll your hips forward, nipples hard as you moan his name loudly.

he likes how you’re falling apart for him — and only him; you tug on his hair roughly, nails raking against his scalp when he flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit. you forgot that when geto puts his mind to something, he really puts in work; his cock is stiff, but he chooses to ignore it for the sake of watching you writhe on his bed, hand pulling on his bed sheet as soon as he slips his lithe fingers inside of you. he pumps them in and out, fast and hard; you bite down on your bottom lip to keep from screaming, but you lose your composure quickly.

the orgasm leaves you panting and whimpering, softly moaning when geto continues to lap at your pussy, despite how sensitive you feel. you get on all fours without prompting and rub your ass against his cock. the sight is erotic and has him gliding the tip of his cock along your wet pussy, an act that wholly surprises him, even more so when he barely gives you warning before driving his cock inside of your tight hole.

again, he wonders what is different; he’s fucked you more times than he can count, and yet this feels completely new — as if you’re not you, but someone else. and he’s so close to the truth, yet so far away that you try your best not to laugh, even as he powers into you over and over, his cock thick and imposing as his pace picks up.

he knocks his hips against you, strokes lethal but pleasurable. you hiss when he grabs a fistful of your hair, but you let him do it anyway — you want to bide your time before the big finale, of course. geto’s mind melts the longer his cock is inside of you, your plush, warm walls tight around him, squeezing in a way that has him moaning your name out loud.

it surprises him, actually, but he doesn’t stop himself; if anything, he’s more invigorated as he continues to fuck you like you’re the only one he ever thinks about. and, while it probably is true, you also know geto more than he knows you. he pulls out of you suddenly, half in a daze and entirely hooked on your body, and slaps your ass before telling you to ride him instead.

it's almost too easy at this point because this is exactly what you want.

you take your time climbing on top and rub your pussy along his length, grinding and rolling your hips teasingly. his frustration gets the best of him when he grabs your hips to hold you steady.

“y/n,” he warns, voice low and husky. you like him like this — too consumed with lust to realize just how much danger he’s in.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you say almost a little too convincingly, lifting up before sinking down slowly, his cock filling you up in the best sort of way. he’s in heaven, clearly; the way your cunt keeps sucking him back in, your arousal dripping onto his skin — your pussy is the gift that keeps on giving, he tells you offhandedly. you laugh and laugh and laugh, determined to snatch his soul out of his body every time you impale yourself on his cock.

his nails sink into your skin when he holds onto your hips, lifting his upwards to thrust inside of you deeply.

“you know, suguru,” your voice is breathy and hypnotizing, his eyes are glazed over and unfocused; you place your hands on his headboard, under the guise of holding on so he can fuck you properly, but really you’re reaching behind to grab the knife you’ve taped to the back of it. “you’re a shitty person.” there’s confusion etched onto his pretty face, and you chuckle darkly as you buck your hips against his and brandish the knife in front of him.

he'd noticed that it went missing from his set days ago, but figured he’d misplaced it.

“where did you get that?” he grunts when you clench your pussy around him, still riding him as if this is a common occurrence for both of you.

you continue talking as if he didn’t ask a valid question and gently tap his cheek with the flat part of the blade. “you broke my heart, turned my love into ash,” you ride him harder, your ass bouncing on his hips, and he’s much more aroused than he should be. which is alarming because he isn’t stopping you at all. “and you went about your life like i never mattered.” that part still hurt, and you don’t think as you hold the knife to his throat, the blade sharp enough that it knicks his skin when you lean forward.

he knows he should tell you to stop, but for some reason, it’s as if he’s paralyzed by your confession. he deserves it, he knows that, but you refuse to have any sort of sympathy for him. a bit of blood drips down his neck and you stab the blade onto his pillow, nearly missing his face. he actually fucking flinches and it makes you laugh again.

“you’re so fucking stupid,” you almost pity him. almost.

geto’s life literally flashes before his eyes. he’s never seen you this ruthless; the soft, demure woman he knew before is gone — in her place, is someone cold and demanding, someone who won’t hesitate to maim him if he toes the line.

his skin blanches and he swallows hard, words lodged deep in his throat. he doesn’t know what to say to you. “i—”

you run your tongue along his jaw, and grin triumphantly when he shivers uneasily. “you don’t get it, do you? you’re mine forever.” he wants to ask what you mean by that, but you don’t give him the chance. “i hate you so much, that i want to watch the life drain from your eyes.”

it’s morbid and unreal, but it feels right. “that’s also a form of love, right?” you’re not making any sense, and you don’t care; you’ve deviated from your plan — you intended to drag things out, but once he started fucking you and acting like he was running the show all over again, you snapped. “you’re mine forever, understand?”

he had every opportunity to grab the knife, to shake you off of him, but you keep moving your hips, keep moaning for him, and keep kissing him like you want to breathe in his essence. he’s trapped and probably will never find his way out; he realizes now, that your return wasn’t a coincidence. it was planned. it’s fear that keeps him on that bad, that lets you keep fucking him until you’re satisfied, and when he finally cums, you smile wickedly and pick the knife up again.

“there’s no one who will love you the way i do, baby.”

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★ toji and his kinks !! ꒰ size kink + somnophilia꒱

૮ ෆ ´ ˕ ` ෆ ა cw: nsfw content + fem!reader + consensual somnophilia + everything about toji is big + pussy slapping + fingering + petnames ꒰ kitten + pretty girl + naughty girl ꒱ + mocking.

it wasn't rare for toji to arrive at your house late at night after work. your new boyfriend being comfortable enough to just sneak inside your bedroom and cuddle you, careful to not wake you up.

silently, he makes his way to your bed, your sleeping form looks so peaceful and adorable that he needs to fight the urge to squeeze you, knowing he's much bigger than you and any tighter touch or grip was enough to make you squeal like a little rabbit.

you're a squittish little thing even after almost three months of dating him. he knew his body and personality could intimidate someone like you; so he tried to be as gentle as possible from day one. not hugging you too tight, softening his grip on your waist when you ride him, never putting too much pressure around your neck when you asked him to choke you.

it was cute, how you still wanted him to be rough and manhandle you like a rag doll during sex. girls are weird, he thought.

toji places himself between your legs, kissing the smooth skin of your inner thighs, long fingers playing with the hem of your panties. he loved the sight of you wearing his shirt to sleep, you had told him before that you loved his scent and felt lonely while waiting for him to come home.

he never wants you to feel lonely.

ring clad fingers pull your panties to the side, revealing your cute puffy folds with a thin layer of wetness, the little nub between them looks slightly swollen.

"were you playing by yourself before i arrived, kitten?" he whispers, smiling when you only spread your legs a bit further in your sleep, allowing him to poke your clit with his index finger. the whine you let out makes him swear under his breath, "sooo fuckin' pretty, my good girl." toji uses his skilled fingers to open your labia, slowly licking your cunt with the tip of his tongue.

you legs tremble and your eyelids flutter, he wonders if you're dreaming about him. he hopes you are. he's sure you've been touching yourself before he arrived by the way the tip of his fingers are wet after lightly touching your entrance.

"naughty girl, did it feel good to tease your little cunt all by yourself?" he asks. "i bet it didn't feel as good as when i do it, hum?" toji grins, pushing his fingers into your tight hole, two digits slowly entering your walls. "or did your pathetic little fingers completely filled you up like this?" you can't see his cocky smirk and the way he bites his lip when your cunt twitched around his fingers. "you know it didn't feel as good, don't you? that's why you couldn't cum, you had to wait for me to get home and satisfy this greedy little cunt for you." he stops talking to lick at your clit slowly, flat tongue rubbing against the spot that makes your toes curl. toji slips his fingers out of your cunt, just to push them into you again and watch face contorting.

"that's what you want, kitten? want me to make your little pussy cream all over my fingers?"

"t-toji, pleeease..." you sleepy voice makes him smile, you don't even open your eyes but you grip his shoulders, trying to push his handsome face to your pussy.

"patience, pretty girl. i'm not going anywhere." with that, he gives your cunt a soft slap, pulling his fingers away from you. you whimper, slowly opening your eyes to find him taking his shirt off. "since you're so desperate i'll give you something bigger."

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✵ SHIELDED HEART ✵

MMA!Toji realizing how much he misses his journalist, and hoping that she’s still thinking about him.

✵ MMA!Toji Fushiguro x journalist!reader ✵

✵ connected to this fic if you wanna read it first

✵ tags — slight angst, m!receiving blowjob, squirting, age gap (20/36), nsfw, MDNI (18+) size kink, corruption kink, fingering, penetrative s*x, major pussy slapping, cock worship, cum slut, biting, spit kink, praise kink, brat taming, crying kink, pet names, dumbification

✵ note — thank u sm for all the comments/reblogs for the first part! I took some suggestions from my inbox for this so thank u to whoever sent some in :) I made this more dramatic than it needed to be — forgive me

18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

your hands were deep in your pockets, shoulders raised, shielding your face from the cold gust of wind. your eyes a bit foggy as you quickly crossed the street, trying to keep yourself warm in your large black coat and green scarf, nuzzling your face into it for some more warmth. Watching your warm breath sizzle in the cold air. Until you finally reached your destination.

the sound of grunts and bags being hit, washed in, stumbling in to close the door before another gust of cold air blew in. your face felt frozen, as you shuffled inside. letting out a shaky breath. As your eyes scanned the gym.

ever since that night, you had not seen each other. Toji was more than irritated. He had let you put your number in his phone after eating breakfast at a nice little restaurant. He found it adorable when you stood in front of him anxiously typing it in.

“your fingers are shaking,” he pointed, with a smug grin. Your brows knit together, frustrated how flustered you still are around him.

“they’re not,” you shot back.

“mmm,” he said, holding in his laughter as he watched your face scrunch up in annoyance. Quickly adding your name and handing him his phone back.

“my hands…they’re just cold,” you reply, not necessarily lying since it was freezing out and your hands were ice. Rubbing them together for some warmth, selling the half lie a bit. Toji licked his lips, taking note of the way he could see his breath fog in the air. Your breath hitched as you felt the warmth of his palms enclose yours.

“your body run cold?” Toji comments, the stark contrast of his warm hands holding your cold ones, sent a warm blush running up your neck. Your lips parted to answer, but your voice fell off once he raised your hands to his lips, breathing against your digits, warming them up. “no more complaining?” His eyes looking down at you, taking note of the adorable way your lips were parted.

“wasn’t complaining…” you mumble, feeling your stomach flip as he kept his hands around yours, his lips ghosting your fingers with his hot breath. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes mesmerized by the light pink that dusted his nose, and his green lidded eyes that stood out. Eyes glancing down at his wet lips. Somehow your body had a mind of its own as your index finger slowly peaked out, touching his bottom lip.

toji smiled against your finger as he let you gently feel the warmth of his plump lips. he parted them some more letting his tongue touch the digit. His eyes stayed on you, watching your gaze that was locked on his lips. Even after he pounded you last night, taking your little virginity away, and the way he fucked you so easily this morning, you still had the innocence in your big doe eyes. He wanted to ruin you. Every second of every minute. You were in the palm of his hand, he can do as he pleases with you. The cute scrunch of your nose when he bit your finger, had him absolutely melting.

“Toji Fushiguro! That’s you isn’t it!” Your hand immediately slipped from his lips as two men came over jittery. Clearly fans. “Oh man I saw your fight last night, that was incredible! The way you—“

“If you don’t mind,” Toji brushed them off with an annoyed grunt, before his hand came over to your back, getting ready to leave.

“Shit, could we get a signature man. I’ve been a fan for years,” the man pleaded, as the other stood beside you. Toji’s grip tightened on your waist. He was indeed an athlete. However, that’s all he wanted. Dealing with fans, press, whatever the fuck that wasn’t his opponent, always made him tick. Then of course, there was you, he wouldn’t leav—

“It’s fine, I’ll just wait here,” you chimed in. You felt guilty. These boys were clearly big fans, and you didn’t want to get in the way. Toji couldn’t get a word in because you already stepped away, his grip falling absent, allowing the boys to come over.

the fighters jaw tightened as he quickly signed what was in front of him. His eyes glancing up at you every second, seeing you holding your little bag strap waiting patiently. Finally finishing up and snapping a picture, he made his way back to you. That’s when his phone rang. You smiled, letting him know it was fine, Toji sucked in a breath, clearly irritated but answering.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, watching him end the call. Toji looked over seeing your hands deep in your pockets, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “oh,” your voice was small, toji was always catching you off guard. the man felt your frozen cheeks. he casually took the green scarf he was wearing and placed it around you, before cupping your face under the scarf, warming them even more.

“When are you free?” Toji’s face was close, trying to block the cold air. However, the distance already had your body heating up, as you tried to remain calm with the way his large hands held your face.

“This week?” You clarified. He nodded. “um uh…” your brain was malfunctioning. Why does he make you feel like this? He makes you so nervous!

“call me, I want to see you,” toji said, his thumb brushing your now warmed up cheeks. Your eyes staring up at him. so cute. “I have some business with my manager. okay?” Your lips parted. But nodding instead, not trusting your voice. Toji’s scar twitched up in a smirk. “what happened to that smart mouth of yours?” Teasing.

“Huh?” Your attitude immediately snapped back, brows pushed together as Toji laughed at the visible vein that popped on your forehead. “Smart mouth my ass, whatever, fine I’ll call you, go do your job, as if I care,” you ramble, rolling your eyes as he laughed, snuggling the scarf closer to your body to keep you warm. “Stop doing that,” you grumble.

“hmm, but you get all red when I do it,” he teased, watching your eyes glare at him and your face burn red, however, you still allowed him to touch you. just him.

“It’s the cold, don’t take credit for that,” you scoff, looking away trying to laugh off the nerves he’s annoyingly giving you.

“such a child,” toji mumbled. Your lips parted turning back to say something, until he caught your lips. Your eyes fluttered in surprise, but your body automatically responded when his tongue peaked out, lips parting for him. Toji smiled as his tongue teased yours, so grateful for your adorable obedience . Your feet pushing up, wanting more of him as his hands held your face, as he pulled away.

Your tongue still hung out as he bit it teasingly, a whine escaping softly. your cheeks were squished in his palms, eyes lidded as Toji did as you wanted, letting his saliva roll down his tongue onto yours before he licked your lips.

“should see yourself. all whiny and needy,” he said, watching your eyes stare up at his a little dazed.

“not whiny,” you pout, which absolutely sent the older man, having your cheeks squished and your lips pouting with his salvia shining on them.

“mmm okay, I’m leaving now. Didn’t you say your apartment was close?” he said, you nodded letting him know you were okay. Toji hummed, giving you a kiss on the forehead. You felt your heart jump. “call me.” He finally said, before taking a step back.

“Your scarf,” you stutter out.

“Didn’t you say you were red and freezing cuz of the cold?” Toji walked away, waving a hand. You rolled your eyes, jerk. You stood there for awhile before finally making your way back home. You took multiple wrong turns, lost in your head until you finally arrived at your apartment.

You crashed into your bed, nuzzling your face further into the scarf. Smells like him, you blushed, remembering his touch and lips, your legs unconsciously squeezing together. Would it be too fast to let him know when you’re free now? You felt your heart beating a bit quicker. But he’s not some sleazy college guy, he’s an adult, so does the waiting matter?

Opting to wait just a couple more hours, you got ready to head to work. Which was useless since all you thought about was the man that pounded you this morning and bought you a new camera. Your finger gently touching your lips. “Did you finally get that interview?” Your co-worker broke your thoughts, snatching your hand away from your lips.

“Oh—ya, finishing up the transcript right now,” you said, as your coworker asked how you did it. You waved her off saying you did as she said. It wasn’t until you returned home from work that you sprinted into your room ready to call toji and tell him you’re free tomorrow. But the moment you opened your phone, your body froze.

you put your number on his phone…in other words you have to wait for him to call you first…

Your eye twitched in slight annoyance. So why the fuck did he tell you to call him!?

Tossing your phone on your bed, you stormed out, to grab some food from the fridge. Annoying ass athlete. You grumbled to yourself. However the annoyance quickly dissolved into insecurity. No way he said all that just to purposely ghost you right? No—definitely not. Just give it some time…yes time.

Toji’s fist clenched once he realized what you’d done. This couldn’t have been on purpose. When he opened his phone to call you, your name was half written and you hadn’t finished typing your number. That little…

Toji took a sharp inhale, cooling his head. Of course he noticed how anxious you were typing your number in, then he had to go and tease you about it. You probably got dizzy and typed something fast just to give his phone back quickly.

“Oi Toji get back to it!” Naoya, his training coach, snapped. “You can call your side whores later—“

Toji glared at the man, letting his words cut off.

Naoya cleared his throat. “Get back to it. You have a flight to catch at the end of the week, don’t forget!”

You spent the entire week checking your phone. Did he not want to call you. Were you really a bother? When he said he hated journalists, did that really mean you too? All these thoughts continued to eat you alive, until you finally decided to head over to the gym and see for yourself.

And that’s how you ended up here. Your hand held the green scarf, not having washed it for a week, because you didn’t want to loose his smell. Your eyes scanned the gym, he wasn’t here. You didn’t know why your chest was tightening, you just wanted to see him—

“Can I help you?” A man who was working out came to you. His eyes bright blue, and hair white. “You’re that journalist that came last week, right?” He remembered, having been there.

“Uh ya…um is toji-san here?” You asked, eyes still looking around for him.

“Ah you just missed him. He left this morning to catch a flight.”

“A flight?” Your voice jumped a bit.

“He’s just going for some sponsorship meetings. I think he’s coming back in two weeks. Do you want me to give him a message?” Gojo asked. Your nails played with the loose string of your jacket.

“yes…if you can just give him my number and tell him I stopped by. if you don’t mind, of course,” you say, not knowing how to feel just yet about waiting two weeks.

“don’t mind at all. anything for a pretty lady,” Gojo smiled. you smiled thanking him, Taking the little post it with your name and number. You thanked him again, making him laugh before making your exit. You stood outside for a moment. Hoping that maybe toji didn’t call you because he was busy, and hopefully when he gets your message he’ll call you. You didn’t want to be a bother, you really didn’t want to get in his way…but…but you couldn’t help thinking about him. Is that so bad?

“Hello, what is it?” Naoya answered the phone, a bit irritated.

“Fuck you have his phone for?” Gojo groaned hearing Noaya’s annoying ass voice. He never knew why Toji hired him.

“What is it?” Noaya snapped.

“is toji there?” Gojo asked, holding the post it in his hand.

“No he’s shooting an ad right now, what do you need?” snapping again, Gojo rolled his eyes. Toji needs a new coach honestly.

“That journalist girl stopped by. Just left a message if you could let toji know,” Gojo said, rubbing his eye.

“Journalist gir—“ Noaya stopped remembering. Was that why Toji was frustrated. The journalist is smothering him. “Give me the message I’ll let him know.”

“I’ll just call back—“

“Just give me the message,” Noaya snapped.

“Who was that?” Toji asked coming over to Naoya who ended the call. Noaya waved him off.

“Gojo called just telling you about some boxes that were dropped off with the new gloves,”Noaya lied easily. Toji didn’t respond. Was he expecting that you called? That you found some way to contact him?? Toji took a deep breath, calming his frustrations. He was not some little high school kid, he’s been married before, had a kid, man has a whole life, yet he’s hung up on this little journalist. But…

he missed you. your touch. your voice. your warmth. he may know very little about you…but he wants more. that’s all he wants. more more more. The only thing quenching his need is the photo he took of you last week. He wished he’d gotten another picture, but he’d have to make due with this one.

You never truly understood romantic relationships. it just never appealed to you. Well maybe you never took the time to understand them—yet…yet this fighter is occupying your mind 24/7. You left the message with that one man about three weeks ago. Didn’t he say he would be gone for two weeks? Does that mean that he was back.

“Are you going to be okay?” You looked up at your roommates. The two were packing up to go back home for the break.

“ya, obviously…got the whole place to myself,” you scoffed, as your other roommate came out with her suitcase.

“you hate being alone,” she pointed, making you roll your eyes.

“alone and lonely are different things. Besides I’m gonna go have drinks with some friends tonight…” you reassure them. Your roommates raised a brow.

“but you don’t drink…” they say.

“well I’m gonna eat and they’ll drink. One of them is paying for it all, so free food, so I’ll also have some for the rest of the week,” you grin, making the two laugh. They left a couple minutes later, closing the door with a sigh, you walk back to your room before crashing on your bed.

your eyes slightly blurry, suddenly realizing the few tears that slipped down. “so annoying,” you mumbled, burying your face in the duvet, as you let it soak your tears. this is why relationships suck…this is why you never liked them…and you don’t even know if you’re in one.

beep. beep.

your eyes opened, closing the alarm. sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, taking note of the time. you should probably get ready now. you yawned, shuffling up to get ready to head out to the bar.

There were many things that ticked Toji off. Of course the main one being paparazzi and journalists. However, something that always riled him up was getting beaten up during training rounds. Though, that has rarely ever occurred, it just so happened to be occurring at this moment.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Noaya shouted, as he circled the outer ring, trying to get Toji’s attention. Toji spat out some blood, as Gojo stepped into the ring ending the match.

“I think you should let him rest, Noaya,” Gojo interfered, noticing Toji struggle to get his gloves off. Noaya scoffed, as he stormed out. The other fighter quickly left the ring before Toji could pounce him. While Gojo came over to help with the wrappings.

“Is everything alright, this past week you’ve been off your game,” Gojo asked, untying one hand.

“Why don’t you mind ‘yr own fuckin’ business, ay,” Toji spat, lifting his other wrist to his teeth, ripping them off. His knuckles were cut, and slightly bleeding, along with the cut on his cheekbone and lip.

“Don’t haveta come for me, I’m on your side man,” Gojo said, as Toji stood up. “Did you ever get the message I gave, coach?” Gojo asked as Toji stepped out of the ring. Grabbing a towel wiping himself down.

“ya,” toji grunted, assuming it was about the new gloves. Pulling his shorts off and slipping on his sweats and hoodie.

“wanna grab some drinks? cool off?” Gojo called out, however, Toji had already slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way out. “…okay,” Gojo rubbed his hair.

“Why do you try so hard?” Geto said sitting on the bench having seen the whole exchange. Gojo grumbled as he stepped out of the ring as well.

“Maybe cuz I want him to coach me,” Gojo huffed.

“He’s a fighter,” Geto said, tossing Gojo a water bottle.

“He was talking about retiring in a year,” Gojo said, chugging down the water. “Just need that prick, Noaya, to leave.” Geto hummed in agreement.

The bar was filled to the brim. Fridays nights were usually like this. At least, that’s what you assumed. Pushing your way through, until you finally spotted your co-workers. It was mainly the young staff from the press company you worked at.

“y/n you finally made it!” Kai shouted, waving you down. She was the co-worker that worked across from you. You smiled taking a seat beside her. Most of you nine were students or just graduated. The entire table took shots, while you decided to stick with some water and order food.

You rarely went out when it was everyone that was drinking, however, the free food pulled you in. Yet you still managed to play with your food, mind wandering off—

“hey y/n, you finished the piece on that one mma fighter right?” Alia asked. Your eyes lifted up, nodding your head. “Oh great, cuz the boss wanted me to switch and I really was going too, but then I got that other story on the animals that I’ve been fighting to get,” she ranted, as you nodded.

“Ya, I finished it up a week or so ago,” you said, as Alia smiled, congratulating you.

“Oh my god, you were soo desperate to get that story off your back. At first I thought you were just being dramatic, but now I understand…that fighter is so scary!” You looked up at Liam, confused. Yes Toji-San was intimidating, but—

“Ya when he came to the building and was asking for you, I was scared he was going to start something,” another co-worker chimed in. Your brows knit together.

“Wait—wait he came to the building—when?” You shout.

“Uhh—“ Kai thought.

“I think it was last Thursday in the morning—��

“Ya last week. He came to the front and asked where you were,” Liam said, as the others nodded. Last Thursday—you had classes Thursday morning.

“I LOVE MMA,” Sasha gushed, “Liam and I noticed him, and he was huge,” Sasha was giggling as Liam rolled his eyes.

“Why was he there, what happened?” can they just get to the point, you huffed.

“Well, you, obviously,” Sasha laughed, your heart stopped.

“But we heard about all the trouble you were having with the story, we were worried something happened during the interview and he was coming to start something.” Liam said.

“I fucking love Toji Fushiguro, but he’s scary to talk too, and all his opponents are always beaten to pulps,” Sasha said.

“I told them to tell him you were busy,” Kai said, asking the waiter for more drinks and chips.

“Are you serious?” You suddenly said. He came…he came and now he probably thinks you’re the one that doesn’t want to see him. “Did he say anything else?”

“I think he left a message with a number, I threw it out,” Sasha waved, as if that was the most innocent thing ever. You felt your blood boil, unable to process what you were feeling, you immediately stood up, knocking the seat back, hitting the persons chair behind you.

“Hey—“

“Where are you going?” Kai looked up, as you grabbed the green scarf that you placed on your chair.

“Fresh air,” you mumbled, pushing your way past the crowd, before stumbling out the door. Sucking in the lung piercing air, you tried to catch your breath. Hot tears warming your cheeks. is he mad at you now? he probably doesn’t want to see you. of course he wouldn’t. you’ve caused so much trouble for him already. going to his gym and leaving a message he probably threw away. then him coming to tell you something and being thrown out.

you cursed yourself for being so stupid. what’s the point? You buried the lower half of your face in the green scarf as it soaked your tears, as making your way back to your apartment. this sucks, everything sucks!

Toji-san…

Your body froze. the familiar set of hair. The physique. The gym logo on the duffel bag. it’s him. It has to be.

the man across the street, continued walking. not realizing you were quickly going after him. Unbeknownst to you, someone was also following the little journalist. Toji-san stop walking so fast! You cursed, trying to keep up with him, as he turned into streets and alleys.

“Toji-san?” Your legs stopped, somehow reaching a long dark back alley. Are you kidding me? No fucking way are you going down that. “Toji-san?” You meekly call out. Fuck me! Now you’ll have to retrace your steps and find the exit to this alley so you can find him.

you held his scarf tightly as you turned back around, only to stumble backwards at the sudden man that appeared before you.

“shit—“ you held your chest, catching your breath at the surprise. “my bad, excuse me,” you said, sidestepping the man, before he moved to stand in your way. “uhhh,” no way. this isn’t happening to you. are fucking for real right now!

“It seems like you’re lost…I’m just here to help,” the creep laughed, sending chills down your spine.

“haha I’m good, not lost. Meeting a friend right now,” you quickly respond, trying to get past him. But he was able to stand in your way. His clothes were ragged, and he had a ski-mask covering his face.

“It’s okay, no need to be scared,” he came towards you, hand coming up to grab your shirt, only for you to swing your fist into his face. “Fuck!” The man shouted, grabbing his jaw.

“Shit,” you cursed, feeling the sting in your hand. Your eyes went wide as you felt your body getting thrown against the building. Ow, you swung your leg up, hitting the man between his legs, as he cursed. Shit, you were too far to kick him hard.

“Fucking bitch—“ the words were quite literally knocked out of his mouth as you witnessed a fist collide with his face. Sending the creep stumbling back. Wait— you noticed the knife he pulled from his pocket.

“Wait—“ your words faded as the creep swung the knife, scraping the other man’s arm, before he knocked the knife from his hands and sent another fist to his face, over and over until the creep was on the ground.

“toji-san,” your voice was small, as you held your jacket tightly, staring up at the mans back. Suddenly feeling you crash into him, burying your face into his back. Toji sighed, looking at the broken skin on his knuckles, before noticing the slight bruising on your own hand resting on his stomach. You held the man tighter, as Toji pulled you off, noticing the tears in your eyes sent a wave of concern and worry.

“are you hurt—“ his words were thrown away as you flung yourself into his arms again. Arms wrapped around his shoulder, as you buried your face in his neck. The scent you’d only had the pleasure of dreaming about, finally washed over you.

“I missed you,” you spoke softly, cheeks flushed at the embarrassing words. But you meant them. You really did. “I missed you so much, toji-san…so much.” Toji smiled, his hand on the back of your head as he held you close.

“Still needy as ever,” he teased, however, he couldn’t stop the bright smile as he pulled away to see the way your cheeks were puffed and damp from the tears. And the green scarf that he’d given you.

“Shut up,” you grumble, suddenly remembering what had happened moment ago. “Your arm!” You pull away fully, to grab his arm. The cut wasn’t deep, but he was still bleeding.

“ ‘s fine—“

“It’s not, my apartment is right around here, come,” not thinking twice you grabbed his duffel bag that he’d thrown on the ground and pulled him along with you. Ignoring how he was trying to take his bag from you, but you telling him he’s injured. Letting it go. You dropped the bag by your front door, and pulled him to sit on the stool beside the kitchen.

“It’s cute,” Toji said as he looked at the small tokyo apartment. You came out of your room with the first aid kit. Toji taking note of the outfit you were wearing. “At a party or something?”

“Oh uh, just at a bar with some friends,” you said, “drinks and food,” you took off his sweater so you can see the cut that went through the material and pierced the skin. Cleaning the wound, luckily there wouldn’t be any need for stitches.

“how much ‘d you drink?” his eyes were locked on your face, noticing the way your fingers delicately wrapped his arm in a bandage.

“nothing… I don’t drink,” you said, looking up at him with a smile as you put some ointment on his knuckles.

“good girl,” he said, smiling at the way your cheeks went pink. Glad that you were fully sober right now. Not long did you notice the small cut on his cheekbone.

“What happened to your face!” You said, opening the kit again to clean the wound.

“It’s nothing,” toji couldn’t pull you off until you finished cleaning and placing a butterfly bandaid on it. “You done?”

You scoffed. “You’re welcome,” you roll your eyes, closing the kit and turning to put it away. yet you felt the lips on your neck.

“Why’d you give me the wrong number?” Toji mumbled into your skin, arms wrapping around your waist pulling your back into his chest.

“Didn’t mean too,” you answer, the guilt climbing up your throat. Toji’s hands wandered the flesh on your stomach as his lips warmed your skin.

“You weren’t trying to hide from me?” Toji asked, as his large hands unbuttoned the cute sweater cardigan you were wearing, exposing your bra to the air.

“No! I wasn’t—“ you quickly turn around, ignoring the embarrassment of having Toji look at your embarrassing little bra. Toji’s eyes wide as he took in the red flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes sparkled with excess tears, and the way you licked your lips to catch your words. “I wasn’t hiding from you. I never wanted to hide from you!” Your hands are grabbing at his arm as he admires your adorable little confession.

“How am I supposed to believe that?” Toji tilted his head. “Got pushed out by your friends at work, too,” he brought it up. So it was true. He did come by to see you. The guilt was at its max, as your eyes filled with tears, unable to express your feelings at all. This is embarrassing!

“It’s—not like that!” You shake your head. “It’s not like that that, toji-san,” you repeat. Toji felt your grip tighten around his arms. Taking note of the way your lip quivered. His hand lifted up, pulling your bottom lip.

“Spit it out, y/n,” your name on his lips sent a wave of arousal flooding inside you. “I can just fuck you and make you cry if you wanna act like a baby so badly. So spit it out, so I know what you want,” Toji could be cruel sometimes. But he was not someone that liked tip toeing around feelings and emotions.

“I want you,” you mumble eyes locked on his lap standing between his open legs, Toji’s hand slipped from your lips.

“look at me,” he watched your lip quiver. Of course he knew you were still a dumb little girl. Still embarrassed about expressing your feelings. But he didn’t have time for that. No…he hasn’t seen you in four weeks. The only thing that’s been on his mind is you. And now all he wants is for you to tell him you feel the same.

toji is not an idiot. He knows you feel the same. But knowing is different from you saying it.

“don’t be a brat, and look at me,” toji rubbed his thumb on your chin. Sighing as he felt your tears fall on his wrist, sliding down to his bandage. “sweetheart.”

“b-but toji-san,” your voice was quiet, swallowing the lumps in your throat as you tried to speak clearly for him. Not wanting to act like a baby.

“hmm?” The man encouraged you.

“i don’t want you to be mad,” his brows furrowed. Why would he be mad?

“just look at me. lemme see your eyes, baby,” toji hummed as you finally lifted your head. Teary eyes meeting his, as he smiled. “Not so bad, eh?” He said, as you hummed. Trying desperately to stop your lip from quivering.

“I came to see you…” you said, sucking up some more breath to speak. “A week after we were together…did I do something wrong?” You couldn’t help yourself. You wanted him to like you so badly, you don’t want to be a bother. Clingy and whiny was something you despised. Yet why are you acting like that.

“I went on a trip…” Toji tried to explain but you were shaking your head.

“I know…I know, and I left a message with that one guy…the white haired one,” Gojo, Toji’s brows furrowed…wait a moment… “I thought I did something…you didn’t call me—“ Toji hated this. He hated all this miscommunication. He hated that trip, he hated not talking to you or knowing if you were alright. And to find out this whole fucked up situation was caused by something on his part—

His lips drank her words as he tried his best to reassure her. “It’s my fault,” toji mumbled, kissing away her insecurities that he created. “It’s all my fault,” he hands roamed her body. Her hot skin against his palms had him pulling her closer as her hands felt down his chest, resting between his legs.

“can I?” You pant against his lips, fingers playing with the waistband of his sweats. Toji looks at you, laughing as you open your mouth, telling him what you want to do.

“I haven’t seen you in forever, you don’t want me filling you up?” Toji brushed the hair from your face, feeling the heat radiating off your skin.

“I wanna taste you, too,” you whisper, fingers played with the string of his sweats.

“Okay, just because you used you words,” toji praised, lifting your head as you kissed him. Toji hummed against your lips as he stood up, pulling you into his chest. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he smiled lifting you up. “So spoiled,” Toji mumbled as he took you to the room you pointed at.

You once again got lost in his taste, his tongue swallowing yours as you played with him. Laying you on the edge of your bed, standing as he put one knee between your legs as his hands pulled the clothing off your body. His lips covering the more skin he exposed. Until you suddenly pushed him back with your foot.

“You said I could do it,” you pout, he had already pulled your pants off, tossing to the side, and your bra strap was off your shoulder pulled down to expose your tits, perked buds already covered in his saliva.

“are you ready for that?” Toji was slightly guilty, and maybe selfish too. He doesn’t want you sucking him off because you think he’s mad at you. I mean, yes, he’ll die to have you gagging on dick, but well…he also wants to taste you too…

You pushed him back more, so he was standing upright. His cock was clearly visible in his low hanging sweats. Your other foot pressing against the boner making him grunt in surprise. His hand held your foot against his pec, as the other felt the skin of your legs. Groaning as he noticed the wet patch that bloomed between your legs.

“Toji-san, I want it in my…” you stuck your tongue out, making Toji pull you forward. A yelp escaping your lips as he dropped your legs and lifted you upright. You sat in front of him as he bent down, grabbing your jaw.

“You haven’t done this with anyone?” Toji asked, watching your eyes shine as you shook your head. “What did you do in the four weeks I didn’t see you?”

“Nothing,” you answer quickly, his brow quirked, as he pushed his sweats off. Your eyes drifting down to the large print in his boxers.

“Eyes on me,” toji tapped your cheek as you snapped your head up. Completely at his mercy.

“Wanna see it,” you smile, toji had to focus. That innocent little smile when your talking about sucking him off. Fuck me. “miss it…” your hand tries to grab at him.

“Listen to me,” toji snapped, making you whine. “are you seriously gonna act all spoiled?” Toji lifted your chin as he bit your bottom lip, making you whine.

“toji-san…okay…I’ll be good,” you huff, cheeks flushed as Toji pulled his boxers down. you’re so cute, he thought. Your fist clenched around the blanket trying your best to keep your eyes on his face. You could see from your peripheral, the large cock slapping his lower stomach.

Toji hummed as he laid you down on the bed, looming over as he climbed above you, lips and hands feeling your skin. Nibbling on your tits as he drooled, massaging the other as he rubbed himself between your clothed cunt. Your arousal seeped through the material of your panties, wetting his growing member so lewdly. You completely forgot all senses as Toji worshipped your body, biting at the skin, smiling as dark marks littered your body, trying his best to make up for lost tim—

“huh?” Your eyes fluttered open feeling his warmth leave you. You looked to your side seeing him sat up, leaning up with one arm.

“what’s with the face?” he taunted, making you groan as you turned over and crawled between his legs. annoyingly shrugging the bra off you as you kissed up his neck, nuzzling your face against his hot skin. Your tongue licking him as toji hummed.

“wanted you to fuck me,” you whine, hand feeling down his free arm pulling it to your body trying to get him to continue. “toji-san,” you whine when you get him to squeeze your tit. Toji throws his head back in laughter. As you huff.

“you asked for it,” toji said, his hand holding your face as he licked your lips. “if you do a good job, then I’ll play with your pretty cunt,” toji clicked his tongue only for you to lick his lips, kissing his scar as he chuckled. “what is it?”

your warm breath fanned against his lips, waiting for him. “you know what,” you sighed gently, eyes dazed.

“you haven’t done anything yet?” toji tsked jokingly, only for you to kiss his jaw and cheek, going back to his lips.

“toji-san…just for now,” you wanted it, please. toji hummed as he held the side of your face.

“comprising are we?” toji tilted his head as you nodded eagerly, Toji’s thumb pulling your bottom lip down. “submissive little puppy,” toji smiled as he rubbed his digit against your tongue as your eyes remained on him. “adorable,” that look. toji could be mean on you some other time. yes…for now, he’ll give you whatever you want. “open up.”

his tongue connected with yours, purposely making it as wet as possible, before he pulled back. Looking down at you, the trail of saliva connecting your lips before finally granting your wish. His salvia slipping from his lips, down onto your tongue. Your eyes fluttered in bless, moaning gently as you press your pussy down on the mattress, swallowing as toji brushed your hair.

you hummed in delight, lips connecting with the man’s neck. Toji sighed as you littered his skin in sloppy kisses. He fingers tangled in your hair as you hung up on his chest. your lips curling into a smile as you felt the flesh of his large man tits. Tongue swirling on his nipples. Nibbling on them, as toji hummed in delight. teeth marks littered his chest. Finally trailing lower down his body, smiling when the well groomed hairs tickled your nose.

“toji-san’s so pretty,” you mumble as you kiss and nibble around his pelvis. Unbothered by the musk of his long day. only delighted that he was allowing you to bury your face in it. Finger’s subconsciously rubbing his thigh. Toji laughed, brushing your hair back, as he waited patiently for you. The amount of pre cum creating a small puddle on his thigh as his cock rested.

“gonna get to it, sweetheart?” Toji rubbed your cheekbone, as you hummed.

“ ‘s big,” you mumble, fingers delicately tracing his hard dick.

“mmm,” toji picks up your hand, lifting it to his lips as he licks your palm. he caresses your cheek as he guides your hand to his dick. allowing your fingers to wrap around the length, lifting the heavy weight as he groaned. your eyes sparkled.

“I’ll make you feel good,” you said in determination. Toji hummed as you leaned further between his legs, as he spread them for you. You brought the tip to your lips. Sneaking a lick for taste. The bitter sweetness had you lapping again and again, before latching your lips on his tip—

“shit,” toji groaned, brushing the hair off your face as you stroked his cock. “take more, baby,” Toji instructed. Obedient as ever, you took a little more in. The weight felt nice in your mouth, tongue circling as you slobbered on his thickness, drool siping down to your palm as you squeezed a little tighter pumping his cock. “fhuck just like that,” toji groaned.

Your pussy was clenching around nothing as you worshipped his cock. He was moaning the more you struggled to take him in. Chocking when he pushed you lower, gagging as tears slid down your burning cheeks as you tried your hardest to fit him in. you loved it. his hands in your hair, petting your head like a good girl, his low groans and pants…

“so cute ugh crying all over my dick,” Toji praised, more tears slipping as you rubbed your legs together, unconsciously stimulating your pussy. Toji was in awe his head thrown back as you pulled off to catch your breath, panting on his cock as drool slipped down his twitching dick. your fingers played with him. leaning down as you held his cock up, rubbing your face on the underside, kissing his heavy balls. his pre cum grazing your cheeks.

“my little cock slut,” toji rubbed your forehead as you drooled on his balls, licking the vein that ran up. you hummed in delight, he smelled so good. your senses were dazed, he was so big. you went back up to take him in your lips. not having enough of him.

“struggling s’ much—shit,” Your pussy was completely drenched, something building up as you rubbed your pussy against the mattress. Toji’s brow quirked, head tilted as he noticed your unconscious little play. Your lips latched onto his fat mushroom tip, that leaked more and more. His hips bucking, as you gagged for a moment. This was definitely the most someone has struggled giving him head, yet seeing the absolute delight in your face, the red blush on your cheeks, the fat tears that fell from your fucked out eyes.

“fuck, making such a mess,” toji moaned as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “ugh so good, puppy,” Noticing how much his hips jump and cock twitched, you sucked harder, palm gliding as you pumped him more. “baby…baby…fuck me…” toji groaned as his balls tighted, abs clenching as he rolled his hips up, spurting into your lips. “ah fuck, ah good,” toji groaned as he watched you stroke him, milking out his cum as your tongue hung out, before you suddenly felt a chill run up your spine— grounding yourself on the mattress as you moaned on Toji’s cock. nails digging into his thigh, head falling down as your eyes rolling closed.

“fucking brat,” toji clicked his tongue as he sighed knowing exactly what happened. your lips drooling on his cock as you panted, cheek falling to rest on his upper thigh. “you couldn’t wait a couple minutes?” toji brushed your hair as you licked the cum from his tip, as if it was some lollipop. “cant even control your own pussy?” The semi-hard cock, felt nice in your hand. Your eyes dazed, tears staining your cheek as toji sat fully up.

“gonna slobber on my cock all night?” Toji watched your eyes lift up to his, still holding his tip to your lips, as you hummed, licking him again. “fuck,” toji pulled you up. Your tongue automatically latching on to his lips, as he fell back on the bed. Gosh you were always fucked after cumming. Toji thought.

“so you cum in your panties and think it’s that easy,” toji mumbles as he pulls you off him. You whine at the loss. Some of his cum still stained the side of your lips and chin as he wiped it off, before shoving his thumb in your lips. moaning around him.

“ wasn’t on purpose,” you mumble, toji sits up, as you rub against his thigh.

“sure— cumming from just sucking my dick,” toji said, your cheeks flushed. “Take em off.” Toji’s finger rip the waistband of your panties.

You embarrassingly pull them off. Toji guiding you to sit between his legs.

“show me how drenched you are,” he commands.

“that’s embarrassing, toji-san,” your face is red, cursing your pussy for reacting.

toji‘a eyes sunk. “spread. your. legs.”

Your face was flushed as you willingly opened your legs wide. he grabbed them, placing them on the outside of his thighs, letting him get a perfect view of your pussy lips spread for him. allowing visible access to the clear cream leaking from your pulsing core.

toji hummed spreading your lips apart even more, “clit is a nice lil hard bud,” toji tsked, flicking the knot of nerves, making a moan escape your lips. he sank a finger into you easily. “still tight even after cumming yourself,” toji pulled out as he licked his finger, purposely making you bite your lip in suspense. His cock grew the more you wiggled between his legs. he was dreaming of your taste for weeks, his blood rushing south.

“fill me up, please,” you whine when he pumps your pussy again, so close to cumming before he pulls out. Licking his fingers. “toji-saaan,” your eyes well up with tears, only for toji to slap your pussy.

“stop it,” toji snaps, “who’s the one that decided to cum herself?” Toji raises a brow, waiting for an answer. your fist clenches, it’s not your fault. You close your lips rolling your eyes, which earns another slap from your pussy.

“ahh toj—“ not finishing your sentence before he slaps your clit again and again, until he’s pinning you down to the mattress. Your legs spread and shaking as he’s slapping your red puffy lips, more juices leak out, clawing at his arm.

“ahhh s-stop stop! okay!” You’re sobbing, legs shaking as your pussy pulses. Toji’s looming body waits for you to finally answer. The tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, as Toji’s dick twitches agaisnt your thigh. His cock dropping with pre cum. Your panting, eyes dazed as you feel the shadow of his palm. Toji realizes your play. Laughing as he gives your pussy another slap, extracting a moan.

“fucking with me now?” Toji tsks, pumping his fingers inside your pussy before pulling out and slapping your clit until your bucking your hips up, nails digging into his arm.

“w-wanna ahh please—pleasee,” your words are incoherent, drool slipping from your lips as you bury your face in your hand trying to cover your loud screaming moans as toji abuses your cunt. his lips attack yours, excitement filling his blood as you cry and moan, thrashing with each slap.

“cute baby,” toji drools into your mouth, your eyes crossing in pleasure, as your tongue hangs out.

Toji’s laughing at how easily he handles you. Your all, but as much as he talks about punishing you, he relishes in the fact that you’re begging for more. His fingers are completely drenched in your arousal.

“want your neighbors to hear how big of a slut their little journalist is?” Toji laughs as your pussy tightens around his fingers at his lewd words. “Gonna cum now?”

“uhh ji-san , ahh please,” your thoughts were scrambled, and he was not letting up. Feeling you clench around him, hips bucking up, as he degrades you. Your off the edge now, crying as your legs shake uncontrollably, gushing around his fingers.

“shit,” Toji’s hips buck in surprise at the liquid that hit his lower stomach. “oh fuck, puppy, making a mess,” Toji’s lips curl into a wide grin, as you cry the more he rubs your clit, slapping it.

“toji toji—ah—I can’t—“ your panting as your legs jump up, more squirt gushing onto him the more he overstimulates you.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Oh fuck, let it out, cmon doing so well,” Toji’s praises were pure joy. He couldnt hold it anymore, his hand lacing around yours as he hooks an arm under your thigh as he sinks his fat cock into your gushing pussy.

“toji!” You cry, squeezing his hand, as his lips swallow your cries. Toji groans in pleasure as he rocks his hips into you. The amount you came, had him sinking into your pussy. The squelching noises faded as he drinks your cries.

“Still so fuckin tight ‘for me,” toji thrusted back in, getting more of his cock, until he bottomed out. Your eyes widened feeling him so deep inside you. Your lips trembled, vision blurry.

“toji, inside—me,” you were beyond fucked out. a lazy smile on your lips as toji kissed you again and again as he fucked you into the mattress. His heavy balls slapping the curve of your ass, a ring of cream at the bottom of his thick dick, his hair covered in your juices as your moans drowned out his worries. You were here, you were with him. Your voice, cries, touch, smell.

“baby,” toji bit your shoulder, marking you again. “feel so good,” Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, you were unbelievably happy you couldn’t process anything he was saying. “missed you, too.” He sighed. Your nails creating marks across his back as toji planted himself, driving harder.

“ to’ji…agh…uhh—“ your walls suffocated his cock, sucking him in as your eyes fluttered, gushing around his thick member.

“shit, again baby,” toji picked up the speed as you made a mess, crying when he went on.

“toji, fill me…up,” you beg, toji groaning at your words. “want ‘ur c-cum,” your lips were parted as toji’s tongue entered your mouth. You felt his cock twitch inside you.

“can’t do that, baby,” Toji’s jaw clenched as he finally got to the edge, kissing you until his lips parted in bliss letting out a low moan, cock pulling out as his hot white cum shot out of his tip, decorating your pussy lips and lower stomach. More of your cum squeezed out as Toji groaned, stroking his cock, releasing some more cum.

your eyes were fluttering as toji, kissed your cheek.

“did so good for me,” toji praised as he brushed your sweaty hair off your face.

“toji,” your lips curled into a gentle smile, toji felt his eyes widen realizing he was so focused on fucking you, that he didn’t have time to process what you’d been saying.

“no san?” He smiled, your eyes fluttered.

“I—“

“I like it,” he kissed your lips. “you made quit the mess though,” toji was exhausted, but it was you. He picked you up and walked you to the bathroom. Sitting you down on the counter as he placed a towel under the warm water.

“i wanted you to cum inside me,” you mumble as toji wipes the mess between your legs. His eyes lifting up to meet yours. was it bad that you wanted his cum to paint your walls and leak out. I mean you didn’t want a baby, but you wanted him.

“you were fucked out, puppy,” toji said, rinsing the towel again and wiping your stomach.

“but…” you looked away, pouting in annoyance. “would’ve felt good.” toji laughed at your response. Making you click your tongue.

“it definitely would have,” he wiped the mess on his stomach. you watched, as your legs kicked. he rinsed the towel again, wiping down his wet dick. Your foot swinging up to brush his dick. Toji caught your foot, just lifting it up enough to spread your legs again, which had you wincing.

“don’t start something you can’t finish,” he tsked, dropping your leg and picking you up. you buried your face in his neck not replying. “ignoring me?”

“no,” you mumbled quietly. toji hums , kicking the messy blanket onto the ground, luckily you had another blanket underneath.

toji sighed as he watched you avoid his eyes once he’d laid you back on the bed.

“you’re a handful you know that?” He said, making you roll over, covering yourself in the blanket. “god,” toji grumbled, as he straddled your body, which immediately caught your attention. His thumb holding your chin as he leaned down to your lips.

“I didn’t fill you up cuz you’re not on the pill, baby. if you want me spilling inside your little cunt, then I’ll do it next time,” your eyes sparkled.

“next time!” You repeated excitedly.

“only if you take something,” toji sank under the covers with you. You rolled over, leg swung over his lap as your buried your face on his shoulder, immediately knocking out.

“are you serious?” Toji spoke to himself. You did knock out easily the first time he fucked you. I guess it was your thing. Yawning himself, he kept a secure arm wrapped around your body, as his other hand brushed your hair. so cute. he thought finally knocking out.

toji couldn’t describe this feeling. but he knew he never wanted to live without it. the feeling of waking up and seeing you sprawled out beside him. once again laying on your stomach, facing away from him, lips parted as drool slipped out. toji felt your leg buried under his own and your other bent. you did not know how to sleep beside people.

“how do you end up like this?” toji mumbled to himself, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. his scar curled with his lips, as he turned on his side, reaching over your body to grab his phone on your nightstand. checking the time. he’ll pick and tease you, but in the end waking up beside you was just pure joy for him.

snapping a picture of you sprawled out, he tossed his phone aside, it was still early. He let his warm palm run across your exposed back. lips connecting to your shoulder as he sighed. He buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling your natural scent as he kissed your neck. yes, this was perfect. holding you in his arms, embracing you with only comfort and adoration.

“stay,” he sighed. stay with him forever.

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reading time ⥂ 10 minutes/2.9k prompt ⥂ There is nothing you could offer Satoru he can’t get or doesn’t already have. So jokingly you offer your virginity. Which Satoru is more than happy to take. tags ⥂ teaching/corruption, virgin!reader, satoru is so needy for you, reader has some insecurities due to lack of experience and expecting rejection, reassurance/praise/encouragement, edging, dacryphilia, squirting, oral, pussy job, fingering, light biting a/n ⥂ this isn't late for his birthday. What do you mean?

‘Dunno what 2 get u….u want my virginity? Lol’ Typing you are joking, and if he would rather you bake him something sweet to eat for his birthday. When your phone buzzes with Satoru's response;

‘Let me have your beautiful ass until Christmas. Since I can tie you up and unwrap you later.’ Tossing your phone to the foot of the bed. Whilst your heart races and your stomach flips. Your mind scrambles between disbelief and that this was the obvious conclusion.

It had been a year and a half since your transfer. It had taken you nine of those months for you to think he is flirting with you. And after another month, whilst less oblivious, you gave in to his flirting. Which leads to a kiss a couple of weeks ago on a trip you deemed unprofessional.

Avoiding and denying there was anything to it afterward. As Satoru backed off from his flirting. Only then did you truly recognize the heavy interest he had been showing since you showed up.

Your phone buzzes and you snatch it up to read; ‘u….u is a funny-looking face.'

Smiling for a moment, only to bite into your bottom lip as you wrack your brain for a response. Only to see his text bubbles pop up. You wait to see if he will say anything more.

Maybe he has lost interest, and he is about to say he is joking. The thought makes your blood run cold. As you debate setting the phone aside whilst doing something else. Just to brace yourself for rejection.

You don't move from your phone.

It's three minutes later when he messages; 'You're nervous, and I've been trying to figure out what you want from me. I'm hoping this means you figured it out.'

'What do you think I want from you?' Despite the goofiness, and his inability to take things seriously. Which is really just his way of trying to cope whilst easing the other person.

For the first eight months, you never once saw Satoru upset. Until one night, he didn't have the emotional energy to keep on a smile. His face was eerily blank all night. You didn't pry. Instead, you invited him over for some sweets, cartoons, and bud.

'The fluffy blanket wrapping around Satoru and you. Whilst you sit in his lap holding a tub of ice cream. As a favorite comfort cartoon of yours, he has never seen it before played on the tv.

Grabbing the last blunt you rolled and a lighter. With your cheeks burning you say, "Proud of you today sounds silly to say I guess, but ahh- for a string bean, you squeeze tight." His long arms wrapped around your waist tighten. As he rests his head on top of yours.

Satoru exclaims, "String bean! I have washboard abs and I can throw you over my shoulder like you're a bag of sugar." He loosens his grip, grabbing your sides and squeezing. Whilst he hums,

"I'm never letting go of the fact I made you proud of me!" You're grateful Satoru can't see you. Using the lighting of your blunt to distract you from the pounding of your heart. Whilst you try to ignore how close Satoru pulled you in when he squeezed you. Causing his soft cock to press against your ass.

Lifting the blunt, which Satoru takes from you. As he leans back, taking the blanket with him. Yet you don't want to move. Whilst he grows and hardens against your ass,

You say, "I can tell you more often if you don't bring it up around others. So many expect a lot of you and no one ever bothers to tell you to thank you for what you do." A fat cloud of smoke blows past you. As Satoru puffs whilst listening to you say,

"It means a lot to so many people, even if they don't know it." His hand slowly slides down to your hip. Whilst you add,

"I think I figured it out, whilst your abilities are undeniable. It's your willingness to stick your neck out to help people and your stubbornness." You slowly lean back against his chest.

Sliding his hand down your hip to your upper thigh, stretching his fingers out. Satoru's pinkie, which is thicker than your forefinger, is close to your pussy. If you closed your legs, his fingers would touch you.

Staring at the tv whilst you continue to ramble, "Not to mention how you ease the tension with laughter work would be more stressful without you being a goofball." Satoru holds the blunt in front of your lips. Which you take, ignoring how soft his fingers feel when your lips touch them.

"Careful, someone is falling." Choosing to stay quiet as you turn up the tv instead. Ignore his words, since denying would only dig you in further.'

A full hour pass and Satoru sends, "I know what I'm ready to give you. What you get from me depends on what you want.' Setting the phone down and grabbing the bong. Which you clear the bowl of before you pick up your phone again and send him;

'What do I want? Isn't your birthday supposed about you? I don't really know what to do. I could look some things up... are you sure you wouldn't rather me bake you my special cupcakes?' After a few minutes, you settle on taking a shower. Since you figure, he is too busy to text back quickly.

In the bathroom, you set your phone on the shelves by your shower. Which you turn on before taking your clothes off. Whilst waiting for the water to warm, Satoru suggests,

'At midnight, my birthday is over and I should be off by then, so I'm coming over.' The time reads 9:45 on the top of your phone. Which means you had some time to get ready for Satoru.

Pouting as you fire back with; 'But that's you doing more work...' This time Satoru's response is quick;

'No pouting! Princess...fingering, eating your pussy, and being your first is going to be a pleasure. When we wake up, your special cupcakes will be the cherry on top.' Your mind spaces out as thoughts of his fingers and head between your legs. As you wonder how it's going to feel to have his thick, soft fingers on your pussy.

Dragging yourself out of your thoughts and texting Satoru, 'You're going to tease me, I just know it.' You don't get another text from Satoru. Whilst you shower, lotion up and find the one lingerie you got a couple of months ago. Since you were hoping to have it for when anything happened with someone you were interested in.

Closer to one in the morning, Satoru teleports into your living room. Smiling widely on his face as he slips off his blindfold and slips it into his jacket pocket.

The tranquil color of his eyes reminds you of the short-lasting shade of blue the sky takes when the sun rises. Which vanishes the moment the sun makes it fully over the horizon.

Walking over in front of you and leaning down, Satoru declares, "You're so damn beautiful princess, did you buy this thinking about me?" Satoru doesn't let you answer. When you tilt your head back to look up at him, he presses his lips against yours.

Loudly groaning, whilst grabbing your hips and lifting you off the sofa. Pulling you to his body, wrapping your legs around his waist. As Satoru tries to slip his tongue past yours, you pull away to confess,

"I don't know how to kiss with tongue either, so I might be bad at it." Biting on the inside of your cheek whilst looking over Satoru's shoulders. Whilst expecting him to laugh at you.

Satoru pauses in the hallway, cupping your face. Whilst urging you to look at him, he points out, "You're doubting yourself too much. Princess, there is nothing wrong with inexperience. It just means you need a caring teacher!" Taking you into your bedroom where he throws you onto the bed.

Chuckling as you squeal from flying momentarily. Before landing on your bed, bounce a little. Whilst you can hear your heart beating. In your ears, the reality of Satoru in your bedroom to fuck you is overwhelming.

After countless nights of building frustration to the point of cramps. And after avoiding him for the past two weeks, here he stands. With his cock straining against his pants.

You want to explore Satoru with your hands and commit to his touch to memory.

Satoru looks around the room, which is lit by a plethora of candles. Softly whistling before expressing, "I'm touched you did all of this for me. You're gorgeous lying on the bed among the flowers. I want to take a picture." Furrowing your eyebrows whilst laying back and whining,

"It's going to look bad. Cameras are not my friend like they are for you." Satoru unzips his jacket, sliding it off his shoulder and laying it on your dresser between two different clusters of candles.

Watching Satoru unbutton his shirt. Whilst he says, "What if I prove you wrong? Hmm? You want to give me something I can't buy and that I don't already have but so desperately need?" This wouldn't be the first time you saw him shirtless. Since he would often abandon his shirt whilst you hung out at his place. Which you never complained about.

For the first time, you could touch him the way you want to. You can go beyond just platonic cuddling. Until the 26th of December, you could let your hands roam whilst covering him with kisses.

Walking up behind Satoru, enjoying the sight of his sculpted, toned backside. From his broad shoulders to his slim waist. Countless times you've seen the muscles of his back tense and move. As he lifts weight above his head, made specifically to be heavy for him.

Reaching around to undo his pants. Whilst you purr him, "Happy late birthday." Kissing the middle of his back. Satoru whines as you trail kisses down his pants. Which you push down with his underwear.

Biting Satoru's back whilst he grabs the edge of your dresser. He moans, "Hmm! Are you wanting to give me some late birthday sugar?" Kissing the red mark on his back. Whilst he mumbles,

"Make up for my shitty fucking birthday day." Pushing his pants down with his underwear, Satoru lets out a groan. Which goes between your legs, making you drip and soak through the thin lace fabric.

Stepping on his pants between his legs. So Satoru can step out of his pants whilst you say, "I've been telling you that. You've been going all day off with little sleep. Lay down, let me kiss up on you."

Smiling whilst Satoru arranges your stuffed animals. He asks, "What do you know? And what have you done?" Flopping down on his back, closing his eyes, and letting out a soft sigh.

Joining Satoru on the bed, sitting between his legs. Where his hard cock rests with this tip reaching just below his belly button. And you can't look away as you note the light pink color of his tip. Which gets lighter the further down his veiny cock you look.

There are three vines you can see on the bottom of his cock. The right vein of them still showing close to his head. Satoru smirks at you and reiterates,

"Princess I want to know what you've done. How much do I need to teach you?" Satoru's legs seem only long and lanky in his snug pants. He reinforced this every time he spreads his legs and takes up space. Causing him to press against you on any seat he can take beside you.

Sliding your hands up his thighs, all you feel are stone-hard muscles. Rubbing small circles into his thighs close to his heavy balls. Massaging them with your palms and confessing,

"I had my first kiss with you in the hallway. I know you have a dick and if you finish inside me, we would end up with a little one." Looking into Satoru's eyes, cupping his balls softly. As you lean down to kiss the deep line between six-pack.

Resting his hand on the back of your head. You point out, "I've been too busy to really fool around. And no one I wanted was interested in me." Kissing up to his thick pecs. Whilst sliding your hand up to his cock.

Lifting his cock up in your hands whilst Satoru groans, "Princess I'm sure several people have been interested in you. And you have been too dense to see it." Letting Satoru's cock go, which makes a soft smack as it falls over.

Sliding your hands up his hard abs whilst you bite down into his left tit. He states, "I've been flirting with you for a year and a half. It was when you rubbed your ass on my cock when I was sad." Your cheeks burn as you let Satoru's tit go. Whilst he cups your cheek, encouraging you to raise your head.

Pressing his lips to yours whilst you whimper. Rocking your hips, grinding your clothed pussy on his hard, warm cock. The tingling pleasure of your clit makes it hard to keep the pace of your hard smooth.

Quickly the building pressure becomes overwhelming, lifting your hips and letting the building pressure fade. Satoru breaks the kiss and tells you,

"You praised me and then left me with blue balls. Even jerking off when I got home couldn't stop my cock from aching. Your squishy ass felt too good." Satoru grabs your bare ass, expose by the thong-like string. Which he grabs and pulls aside, freeing your pussy.

Pulling your hips back down to his, sliding you up his cock. Which is nudging your lips apart whilst stroking your clit. As you whine,

"I'm sorry I-I want to care for you in a way that scares me. What if you get bored with me?!" Still cupping your face, Satoru slips his thumb past your lips, pressing down on your tongue.

Satoru admits, "I've adored you since the night I said someone is falling. Princess, you've had me wrapped around your finger ever since you said those four words." Trying to lift your hips as Satoru's grasp tightens. And he keeps rocking your hips.

Sliding his hand into your hair whilst he mumbles, "Ever since you told me how you saw me, I wanted to make you see yourself differently." Tightly holding you to his body and flipping you onto your back.

Pulling his hips away, the pressure vanishes for a second time. And quickly frustration steps into its place. Your eyes burn with tears as Satoru coos,

"You're so pent up that you're crying after getting edged twice. Relax and give in to that tingly pressure. Trust me that nothing bad will happen. I'll make you cry at how good you feel." Sliding his hand from your ass to your thigh. He folds at the knee whilst holding your leg to your side.

Holding your other thigh up whilst whimpering, "I look ugly when I cry!" He rips the lace covering your pussy. Whilst kissing your nipples, which he sucks into his mouth, making you clench around nothing. As the lace digs into your breast roughly. Whilst the soft warmth of his tongue flicking your nipple contrasts it.

Letting your nipple go whilst nudging a finger past your wet lips. He curls his fingers, rubbing your squishy pussy. Stroking your clit softly with his thumb and encouraging you,

"You're going to be beautiful whimpering my name with your fat tears rolling down your face. I need to hear you cry about how good I'm fucking my pussy." Stretching your quivering hole, with another thick longer finger.

A loud cry passes your lips as toe-curling pleasure as you beg, "Please right there, don't stop touching your pussy right there." Pumping his finger faster, your pussy makes a loud squelch. As Satoru moans,

"Don't worry my beautiful baby girl, I'm going to keep taking care of you however you need me to." Slipping your fingers into his soft snow-white hair. Whilst whimpering,

"I'm so proud of you, sugar bear. You've always looked after me since day one and I wouldn't want anyone else to be my first." His bright blue eyes sparkle as he lowers his head and whispers against your lips,

"I love you." It doesn't take long for that pressure to snap. Thick clear slick coats Satoru's fingers. Whilst he kisses you roughly and groans loudly, muffling your whimpers. As you reach between both your body, grabbing his cock.

Smearing his thick pre-cum down his head. Satoru rocks his hips, slowly fucking your fist with just his tip. As you tremble beneath him and he breaks the kiss. And groans,

"My baby looks the prettiest crying. Good girl, relax into the pleasure your sugar bear is giving you." Slowly slipping his hand out from beneath your head. Whilst lowering himself between your legs. Whilst your body heats underneath his close attention.

He coos, "She's so beautiful taking my fingers, glistening wet with my soft little hole stretching for me." Switching his fingers with his tongue. His loud moans come one after another.

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For those that read Ayesha’s Secret and Aisha. Why are their names spelled differently? Its okay to spoil, I don’t mind. Im just starting the series with Ayesha’s Secret cuz I heard that came first before Aisha.

#Aisha #Ayesha’s Secret #ayeshassecret #aisha #manwha

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INTRUDER — FUSHIGURO TŌJI / FEM!READER

synopsis — a home invasion befalls your lonely penthouse just days after your husband goes on ‘vacation’, but there’s tension between you and a certain intruder. it seems like money isn’t the only thing on his mind.

contains — 6.5k of dubious consent, infidelity, use of handcuffs, oral (m receiving), fingering, ass-slapping, face-fucking, pet names [princess, doll], degradation, unprotected sex, [near] full-nelson, squirting, nonconsensual to consensual filming, he’s masked the whole time, dubbed ‘emerald’ bc of his eyes

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ㅤㅤㅤ this must’ve been a setup. a ploy to scare you. no other reasoning seemed logical enough to explain how and why five or six masked intruders managed to break into your penthouse just as your husband left for vacation.

ㅤㅤㅤseveral security inspections to make sure your penthouse was impenetrable, and yet, above 27 floors, befell a home invasion.

ㅤㅤㅤone of the masked intruders noisily whistles, swivelling his large frame around as he gawks at the interior. “impressive.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“you can stare later,” another says, dropping his personal duffle bag onto your recently refurbished sofa, “…hurry up and take what you can.”

ㅤㅤㅤin bitter silence, you’re stuck planted against a radiator with your hands uncomfortably tied to it. carelessly, they pace around the penthouse with a gun and a duffle bag. their movements are so thoughtless that it makes you question if their guns are even loaded. but hell—if it weren’t for your composure, you’d be dead by now.

ㅤㅤㅤ“all this space,” a disillusioned voice mutters from another room, “…for what? three people?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“two, actually.” you suddenly retort, shooting a deadpanned look towards the intruder who stops in his tracks.

ㅤㅤㅤ“you got a smart mouth, lady,” the brawny man (“emerald eyes” you’d mindfully call him) kneels down before you, speaking through his dark grey ski mask as he passes you a stern look. “do i need to shut you up as well?”

ㅤㅤㅤasshole.

ㅤㅤㅤyou weren’t even speaking to him.

ㅤㅤㅤwith a tight lip, you don’t respond, bitterly turning away when he threatens to gag you. your chef, trembling and teary-eyed, muffled by the roughly knotted tie found in your husband’s drawers. gagged like her, who seemed to worsen the situation with every stifled wail, earning an austere warning from every passing intruder. so, for the sake of not having another gun pressed to your head, you keep quiet as they rummage through your penthouse; jewellery, antiques, and all sorts of items thrown into their duffle bags.

ㅤㅤㅤsheathed in puffer jackets and grey ski-masks, there had simply been nothing eye-catching about most of them. similar voices filtered through their disguises, and their outfits, almost identical.

ㅤㅤㅤalmost.

ㅤㅤㅤemerald eyes. they were iridescent (…which shouldn’t be something you noticed). sage, to emerald to murky green and held a piercing gaze whenever they met yours. disregarding a jacket, he simply wore a black, tight-fitted t-shirt that defined every ridge and curve of his upper body. guilty, very guilty of noticing how his bulky arms would tense up with every slight movement, especially whenever he paced around with a newly filled duffle bag carrying your belongings.

ㅤㅤㅤand despite his threat to gag you, you’d bitterly dismiss the way his voice sunk twenty feet down your spine as you were made of bottomless chasms. so, in the midst of your fear, anger, and fatigue, you were regretfully attracted to a masked man, and in much clearer terms, an intruder.

ㅤㅤㅤunlike the rest of the group, he was calm and collected.

ㅤㅤㅤit infuriates you, the way he maintains his poise as he completely robs you penniless.

ㅤㅤㅤbut that isn’t the most pitiful part of this entire situation. it’s the fact that this had been coming. your husband was known to be in risky business, dabbling in underground affairs outside of his company matters, leaving at odd hours and returning all shaken.

ㅤㅤㅤit was one of the reasons why there was such a rift in your marriage now, and just a few weeks ago, you had suggested a divorce in the heat of another argument. you wish you had pushed it sooner.

ㅤㅤㅤyou almost doze off, still exhausted and lightheaded from their manhandling before one of the intruders’ paces towards you. when he kneels down, he lightly slaps his gun against your cheek to wake you up.

ㅤㅤㅤ“hey,” he exhales, close to bursting in all of his bubbling anger, “…where is the rest of the money, hm?”

ㅤㅤㅤyou wearily sigh, tired of the same questions that all boil down to one disappointing answer: “i don’t know.” he exhales even louder, a leather glove clasping around his gun tighter. “how many times do i have to tell you? i don’t know!”

ㅤㅤㅤit’s a half lie. while trust did go both ways in your four-year marriage, there had been little discussion regarding his work. at some point, in the past, he’d confide in you whenever things were a little overwhelming but since moving into your new penthouse, there had been no communication. on the surface, you knew he had a hidden room, somewhere behind his library, but that’s how far it went. he kept everything there—company files (and filthy secrets), heaps of cash, prized possessions, and more.

ㅤㅤㅤwhen you think you’ve convinced him, he presses a gun to your chef’s head, who cries through her gag. “i’ll give you another chance to tell me something i want to hear, and if you don’t, i’ll blow her brains out.”

ㅤㅤㅤpanic washes over you, rattles your insides and it simmers in your throat. “i don’t know.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“i’ll count to three, then,” he grits his teeth, pushing it harder against her temple as she shrieks, “one,” he begins counting down, glowering as your resolve breaks down, “two,” he continues, pressing his thumb against the trigger, “t—”

ㅤㅤㅤ“—it’s—it’s in the library. but i don’t know which book—”

ㅤㅤㅤ“behind the bookshelf, huh?”

ㅤㅤㅤhis voice erupts from the distance, earning a light-hearted chuckle from the group of wandering men as a creak resounds the penthouse. your eyes flutter shut in disappointment, slumping against the radiator as they leave to join him in the library.

ㅤㅤㅤas a ruffle occurs in the library, you guiltily look at your chef who trembles intensely from the fact that she was almost killed. before you can comfort her, emerald eyes saunters into the open space with a duffle bag filled to the brim. he drops the bag on the side of the sofa, walking coolly towards you (probably with every intention of bragging), crouching once again to meet your surly gaze.

ㅤㅤㅤ“you got what you wanted, take it and leave.” you utter, with a lilt much weaker than the one you used before they found everything incriminating about your husband.

ㅤㅤㅤ“i don’t think i have,” he retorts, calmly angling his head. the glimmer in his eyes changes like a tide, eventually settling on an impious gaze that redefines the uneasy feeling seething in your gut. “now why is the lovely wife here when she should be on vacation with her husband?"

ㅤㅤㅤscowling, you spit. “that’s none of your business.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“how do you expect to live with an attitude like that?” he asks, clearly unaffected by your hostility.

ㅤㅤㅤ“next time? with a gun.”

ㅤㅤㅤhe almost chortles, a wicked smirk probably plastered across his face beneath that mask (you so desperately want to rip off, for reasons you could ashamedly list). “maybe i’d be doing your husband a favour then. what do ya think, lady?” he turns to your chef, who cowers in her spot, now awfully confused.

ㅤㅤㅤthe masked man tuts, yanking the gag from her mouth, doused in spit and her tears. she immediately starts blubbering all sorts of pleas, that goes on and on, but they fall on stubborn ears.

ㅤㅤㅤ“hey, shut up.”

ㅤㅤㅤshe promptly closes her mouth.

ㅤㅤㅤ“she a good wife?” he asks, nudging his head towards you as his gaze fixates on the shaken lady next to you. your chef, an occasional resident, and a dear friend, surely knows enough from her own observations and your… sporadic rants.

ㅤㅤㅤ“good wife—no, not really. they—uh, they fight a lot.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“ouch,” he feigns pity, mockingly shaking his head as he turns to you. “no wonder you were here tonight.”

ㅤㅤㅤyou fail to retort.

ㅤㅤㅤ“how about this,” he says, fiddling with your handcuffs, slightly brushing his fingers against your wrist. it’s appalling to admit that it sends shivers down your spine—you can’t even see his face. “how about you help me send your husband a little message?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“but—but you have what you need.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“no, i don’t.” he emphasises, suddenly unshackling you from the radiator and firmly grabbing your upper arm, dragging you through the penthouse. “not quite satisfied, princess.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“where are you taking me?” you exclaim as he practically hauls you, the obscurity of the hallways swallowing you whole. your confusion dimmers when you finally stumble across your bedroom (that he dragged you out of).

ㅤㅤㅤhe swivels the chair at your desk, roughly lurching you onto it as he handcuffs your wrists behind it. loudly demanding the camera from one of the others, he situates you at the centre of the room, in front of your bed and in front of him. panic seethes within you, staggering your breath and it winds into bile foaming at your throat. you thrash against the handcuffs as one of his ‘subordinates’ (you’d mindfully call them) roll the camera in, tripod and ring light included.

ㅤㅤㅤtightly restricted, in your satin blue nightgown that inches just above your knees, you sigh drearily. “if you’re going to kill me, at least make it quick.”

ㅤㅤㅤit is difficult to read emerald's expression as he saunters towards you, so you focus on the calmness that resides in his mannerisms when he adjusts the camera. “kill you? what kind of message would that send?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“that… that you leave no witnesses.”

ㅤㅤㅤhe chortles, suddenly stretching as a few cracks elicit, flexing both arms and with that, his shirt briefly lifts to reveal his belly button and the hair that dwells around it. you don’t register the thoughtful pang that hits you. “careful now, you’ll make it sound like a good idea.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“then what? what do you want with me?” you exclaim.

ㅤㅤㅤhe doesn’t answer just yet. instead, he turns on the camera, following a red flicker that vexes you just as much as the blinding ring light shining down on you.

ㅤㅤㅤ“state your name.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“fuck you.” you spit, reeling through your humiliation.

ㅤㅤㅤhe sighs, “…state your name. don’t make me repeat myself.”

ㅤㅤㅤhesitantly, you drawl your words. “y/n l/n.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“look towards me,” he utters, standing behind the camera. when you look up, you’re slightly taken aback by his gaze, sensing every change beneath his penetrative gaze. “again.”

ㅤㅤㅤyou state it much clearly this time, while maintaining eye contact, earning a nod of approval as he picks up a few papers plopped on your bed earlier.

ㅤㅤㅤ“good girl.”

ㅤㅤㅤthe term sends another awkward twinge down to your gut, and to the part of you that loves to throb at every prolonged eye contact with him.

ㅤㅤㅤ“tell your husband what’ll happen if he doesn’t bring the rest of his money by the end of this month,” he says, hanging up the sheets of paper, indulging in the way your eyes widen. “speak up.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“they’ll tell everyone about the operations behind the company,” you murmur, feeling as though your worst conclusions about what his underground activities might consist of are true. “what—what operations?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“recite this.” he says, bringing forth another piece of paper.

ㅤㅤㅤ“oh my g—”

ㅤㅤㅤ“hey, recite it.”

ㅤㅤㅤyou recite it. word for word. every single job that transpires beneath the company’s general operations and it leads to one single conclusion: your husband moves drugs.

ㅤㅤㅤ“suppose it’s better that it comes from his own wife, right?” he simply utters, putting the papers away. “you see,” he says from behind the camera, as if he were talking to you, “if he fails. i’ll come back to finish the job and this video and all those documents goes online, understood?”

ㅤㅤㅤanger seethes within you. “you’re all drug dealers then? fuck you. you couldn’t threaten him yours—mph!”

ㅤㅤㅤconcealing you from the intense light, he grabs your chin, stifling your words as you bite your tongue. from his mannerisms alone, you can tell he’s irritated. “that mouth of yours,” he murmurs, glowering at the way you resentfully stare at him, jaw clenched and all, “…don’t think a gag is going to fix that attitude.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“then just kill me.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“i could…” he drawls, far too immersed in your gaze, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. when he slips his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue without a fight, earning a slow suck, he squints down on you, “…or i could put that mouth to better use.”

ㅤㅤㅤeyebrows furrowing, it’s difficult for the turn of events to sink in when he suddenly uncuffs you, just to cuff you again as he drags you towards the bed.

ㅤㅤㅤhe briefly turns to the masked man at the door. “load up the van.”

ㅤㅤㅤhe’s hesitant, but eventually (and soundlessly) he walks away, leaving you and emerald to the silence. something shifts, and your flailing falls short when he suddenly bends you over his lap—one hand pushing down, the other lifting your nightgown up.

ㅤㅤㅤ“what—what are you—oh!”

ㅤㅤㅤa loud smack resonates within your bedroom, then follows a stinging sensation that settles on your left ass cheek. silence falls on the room, and what remains is just heavy breathing and the echoes of a slap that loiter.

ㅤㅤㅤthen it dawns on you: he just slapped your ass.

ㅤㅤㅤsheer shock, anger, and confusion churns within you, making your thrashing all the more intensified. “what the fuck?” you exclaim, unable to fight his strong grip.

ㅤㅤㅤ“watch your mouth,” he orders, slapping your ass once again. the one feels a little harder, and while the stinging lengthens, the throbbing sensation between your thighs deepens. every slap comes with a strained wince, but when he kneads your sore cheek—you realise that you’re completely insane. it’s turning you on. “now on, you’re gonna be on your best behaviour.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“huh? no—!”

ㅤㅤㅤanother, much harder smack meets your ass, “…what was that?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“but—”

ㅤㅤㅤanother one.

ㅤㅤㅤyou try to hold in your whimpers, but it gets jolted out of you as your ass continues to fall victim to his harsh slaps. it feels like you’re being scolded.

ㅤㅤㅤsuppose; what’s worse is the pool of slick between your thighs increasing with every slap. overwhelmed by the ruination that overcomes your imagination, you finally obey, hoping he’ll stop before you completely lose yourself. “fine, fine. i’ll behave, okay? can you let me go now?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“see how easy that was?” he leers, playing with the lace of your panties. he admires the fabric, fingers trailing along the cerulean lace that matches your nightgown, tugging and picking at it. as you try to dismiss the throbbing ache that fights for your attention, he slips two fingers down your clothed slit, pressing the fabric into you. it’s damp.

ㅤㅤㅤ“don’t you fucking dare—!”

ㅤㅤㅤyour protest falls into a pathetic whimper when he smacks your ass again, instantly running his fingers down to massage your tender clit through your panties. “it’s wet. what’s goin' on here?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“don’t, wait—”

ㅤㅤㅤhe suddenly lifts the fabric up, pulling until it sinks between your soaked slit and tugs at it, purposefully making sure it rubs at your aching nub. he’s amused by the way your head flops, earning a soundless gasp as he manoeuvres the fabric to just barely scratch the surface of what you really need—tugging, and tugging until you feel as though your heart will lurch out of your chest.

ㅤㅤㅤsoft chuckles escape him, relishing in the way he plays with you. just as you think his sole intention is to torment you, he smacks your ass once again. hard and fast, too fast that it almost diverts your attention from the prompt pull of your underwear, until it falls down to your ankles and your squeals of shock are ended with another, callous strike to your ass. his fingers sink into your sodden slit, trapping your clit between its slenderness as he motions them up and down. “fuckin’ soaked. who got you like this?”

ㅤㅤㅤoh, he knows.

ㅤㅤㅤ“i’ll remember your voice,” you shakily threaten, trying to dismiss the way his lean fingers tighten around your clit, kneading and squeezing the nub as he chuckles, admiring the way your legs bend in the air in response, toes curling, “…gonna send you straight to p—ah!”

ㅤㅤㅤhe cuts off your protest with another blow to your ass, eventually making it so tender that the pain rivals numbness, but it’s overpowered by the unremitting motions against your clit, while his other hand works at your sore cheeks. “don’t get mad at me, princess. with a poor attitude like that, this is just a slap on the wrist.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“yeah? how do you think i should—fu—should talk to someone who’s threatening me with a gun?” you breathe out, head lolling to the side of his thigh when he finally presses his fingertips to your clit, languidly drawing circles as you fervently tremble.

ㅤㅤㅤ“like you want to live,” he chuckles, indulging the weak cries that erupt when he smacks your ass again. “you’re enjoying this a little too much, don’t ya think?”

ㅤㅤㅤit’s too much. the guilt, want and frustration seeping into your heart until it creates a mirage crafted by your budding tears. he also knows what he’s doing. playing with the sensitive nub with every intention of prolonging your suffering and intensifying your desperation. soft squelches resound the room when he picks up the pace, rubbing swiftly and pressing hard, then he rips the simmering sensation away from you. he slows down, increasing the pressure and watches you squirm on his lap. and repeat.

ㅤㅤㅤ“let me go,” you shudder, pushing your hips into his thigh. “let me go—! just take the money and oh g—“

ㅤㅤㅤhe takes your protest as a sign of desperation, nudging two of his thick, sticky fingers into your entrance, slowly slipping in as you clench fitfully. soaking his fingers knuckle-deep, and feeding his ego with sounds that you try so hard to keep in.

ㅤㅤㅤletting you slump against your lap, he works at your pussy, motioning his fingers back and forth, returning with newfound wetness with every thrust. concentration swims past you, and it’s only brought back to you when he slaps your ass, demanding your attention. “i don’t think you want that.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“f—f—shit—asshole!”

ㅤㅤㅤ“what a mouth you got,” he tuts, dipping his fingers further in, twisting and turning them before he removes them, momentarily rubbing your clit and repeat. a cold, and calculated man, in everything he plans to destroy. “what did i say?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“i’m s—sorry,” you exhale, whimpering as he intentionally misses the mark. he hums in approval, trailing the hand that isn’t completely corrupting you along your back, slipping across your neck to hold your head up, leaning down to observe your contorting face.

ㅤㅤㅤhe curls his fingers upwards, earning a sharp gasp as he hits a spot, encouraging blind spots to splotch over your blurry eyesight. your moans get significantly louder.

ㅤㅤㅤ“did i move too fast, doll?” he mocks, immediately pulling his fingers away from your spot.

ㅤㅤㅤyou loudly exhale. “no—don’t do that!”

ㅤㅤㅤ“what? right here?” he feigns ignorance, returning to your sensitive spot to unremittingly rub at it, watching you convulse against his lap. “wanna cum? say the word, and i might consider it, slut.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“i can’t—”

ㅤㅤㅤ“you can’t what? cum?” he taunts, pretending that he didn’t spend these few moments torturing you, now relentlessly pushing you to an explosive orgasm. “it’s obvious ya piece of shit of a husband doesn’t how to touch you properly, so it’s up to you, princess.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“f—fuck. yes, okay—okay. please.” you grit your teeth, observing the way splatters of tears fall to your carpet, disappearing in fields of wool.

ㅤㅤㅤyour clenched jaw loosens when he abruptly curls his fingers again, directly brushing your sweet spot with every prod. back arching uncomfortably in overwhelming pleasure and your restrictive handcuffs, the hand that keeps your neck up moves away to knead at your ass again, letting your head loll against his thigh. you’re completely subdued to his touch. subdued to him. “this tight cunt is dripping all over my fingers. you get finger-fucked by intruders often?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“shut—shut up,” you whimper, eyes squinting shut as he inexorably hits your spot with his thick fingers. “just like that—oh my g—”

ㅤㅤㅤ“naughty, naughty wife,” he emphasises the word to sneer at you while he strikes your ass with light slaps. you can feel a certain, hard sensation grow beneath you, pressing against your lower abdomen. “should save us some time and fuck this pussy right now.”

ㅤㅤㅤyou clamp around him, the coil in your gut spinning crazily when he utters those words. you really have lost your mind.

ㅤㅤㅤ“oh? you want that?”

ㅤㅤㅤhis fingers suddenly fasten, clapping against the plush of your ass as he thrusts them relentlessly, encouraging the squelches and shameless moans that follow. you almost forgot that a bunch of intruders are still in your home, and your chef—

ㅤㅤㅤ“oh f—i’m close—oh, sir, i’m nearly—”

ㅤㅤㅤ“sir? yeah?” he breathily says, watching his sodden fingers disappear into your pussy. “this pretty pussy really wants someone like me to fuck it?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“hm, please,” you shamefully whimper, feeling the coil tighten.

ㅤㅤㅤhe smacks your ass—a strike harder and louder than all the ones before, distracting you from the hollowness that resides within you when he slips his fingers out. “too bad. you don’t fuckin’ deserve it.”

ㅤㅤㅤignoring your displeased yelp, he pulls you up, suddenly hurling you onto the bed as the sight of his bulge bestows upon you. with a voracious gaze, he follows you, both of his arms entrapping you in his heat and under his shadow.

ㅤㅤㅤ“like i said, put that mouth to work,” he utters as your bed sinks under his weight, unfamiliar but so forgiving to this foreign presence, “…and maybe i’ll consider it.”

ㅤㅤㅤintensely, you reciprocate his ravenous stare.

ㅤㅤㅤ“yes, sir.” you drawl the word with a lilt of ridicule, fighting through the sea of resentment and lust boiling within you. despite the short chortle that escapes him, his patience thins, earning a strong pull towards the end of the bed.

ㅤㅤㅤin a quick thud, you fall to your knees, ogling at the bulge that meets you at eye-level, a budding eagerness that settles in your gut. he’s slow, unzipping his pants in a pace that has your fingertips digging into your thighs, nearly drawing blood. when he pulls his briefs down, your jaw slightly slackens, staring in awe at the sheer size that raises in anticipation before you.

ㅤㅤㅤyou must be going insane, but if anything in this moment is certain, it’s that his cock is beautiful. “what? ya like what you see?”

ㅤㅤㅤabsolute girth that leads to a rose-burn tip, protruding veins that outstretch on either side and leaks with pre-cum, falling to his fingertips when he lathers it across his length. from his bulbous tip to the hair that settles above his fisted grip, it invites your gaze like a hypnotic trance that you can’t get out of.

ㅤㅤㅤ“don’t have all night,” he utters, pressing his hand over your head, curling his fingertips through your hair as he pulls you forward. his penetrative gaze sinks into your skull as you pucker your lips around his leaking tip, finally following his stare as your mouth wraps around him. low curses and clenched jaws, tightening hands and the slow glide of his cock across your pink tongue, into your throat—it nourishes your ego. “just like that, good girl.”

ㅤㅤㅤa guttural moan barely draws from his mouth as you hollow your cheeks, slowly bobbing your head as you muster what you can take.

ㅤㅤㅤ“that bratty mouth can’t take anymore?” he taunts, halting the dip of your head and pushing further down his cock. it gets harder to relax your throat when he’s barely forgiving with his own movements, but when his tip reaches the depths of your throat, clogging and filling your senses of him, and only him, he begins his merciless thrusts. “such a slut. letting the big bad guy fuck her throat. how do ya think your husband’s gonna feel when he finds out?”

ㅤㅤㅤyour eyebrows furrow at the thought, wondering if this trespasser had any grit in making your life any more difficult (but you couldn’t test that). you can’t focus beyond his unrelenting thrusting, fucking your throat as you relax your jaw, concoctions of spit and his pre-cum lathering your chin and his cock. it’s messy, meeting the mound of hair on his stomach with every profound thrust, feeling your jaw tense up as he tests your resolve. your pussy throbs at the mere sight of his green eyes peering down at you, squinting, and fluttering closed as he relishes in the feeling of your tight throat.

ㅤㅤㅤyou can sense him smile through his mask. “what? ya think i’m bluffing?”

ㅤㅤㅤmoaning against his gradual shift to a cruel pace, sensing his desperation and desire seep through his composure. fear still manages to bubble through the ache that settles between your thighs.

ㅤㅤㅤ“poor slut was too desperate to get fucked to realise the camera was still on?” he sneers, looking down on you as your eyes widen in disbelief. one hand encouraging the way you messily bob your head, the other spinning the camera around, directing your attention to the red glimmer in the corner. “see ya wife, asshole? you heard everything, right?”

ㅤㅤㅤhandcuffed, mouth stuffed full and the ache between your thighs overwhelm your senses—gravitating between being livid that he kept it on and letting him do so in spite of your husband. far too engrossed in the moment, you don’t let it disrupt your movements, fully succumbing to the hand that orchestrates them, as his hips thrust forward.

ㅤㅤㅤ“a tight cunt and mouth like this, i’d start cherishing her,” he breathily utters, indulging the lewd sounds of his cock hitting the back of your throat, “f—fuck,” he drawls, his head lolling back as his thrusts begin stuttering.

ㅤㅤㅤdirecting all of his attention to you, he places both of his hands on your wet cheeks, angling his body to get a clear, self-indulgent look at your contorted face. upturned eyebrows, hollowed cheeks and sticky eyelashes shaped by your cries. he’s slow with it, observing the way your glazed lips wrap around his cock—the way it melts into your mouth, all while your gaze stays hooked on his reactions.

ㅤㅤㅤit does feed your ego. even though you’re unable to see his expressions through his mask, he makes no effort to hide it. carnal panting that bleeds through his disguise, eyes squeezing shut and head falling back with every suck.

ㅤㅤㅤbriefly peering at the camera, lowering the angle as his hand steers your movements. “wanna watch me cum down ya wife’s throat?”

ㅤㅤㅤyou moan at the thought, your cuffs digging into the palm of your hands. crystal blobs that intensify at the corner of your eyes, staggered sniffling and lewd gagging that resounds the room (…surely, the rest of the penthouse can’t hear it?).

ㅤㅤㅤ“fuckin’ slut, she wants it.” he grunts through his mask, pushing his cock down your throat in one prolonged movement, before he pulls your head back, gagging you in quick, erratic motions. “nah, i got somethin’ better.”

ㅤㅤㅤhe pulls you back, giving you a moment to respire as a cacophony of noises leave you, relishing in the slobber that runs down your chin, to your chest and the tears that soak your cheeks. pulling you up by your arms, he heaves you towards the bed again, adjusting you on all fours so that your soaked pussy is in clear sight, by him and the camera. “wait—wait, the camera—”

ㅤㅤㅤinterrupting your stammering with a slap to your tender ass, kneading it just to indulge in the wetness that makes a mess of you—all the way down to your inner thighs. “i’ll fuck you dumb. tell me how much you want it.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“please.” you beg, muffled by your duvet, shaking fervently as he rubs your clit.

ㅤㅤㅤ“don’t think you want it enough,” he tuts, positioning himself behind you. “a mouth that runs like that never knows how to beg. i’ll let you try again. loud and clear.”

ㅤㅤㅤhis thick tip continues to rub along your slit. irritated by his persistence, already humiliated by the situation as a whole, feeling your cheeks inwardly burn at the brunt of the situation, you lift your head up from the duvet. “can you please just fuck me! hard. want it so bad. want all of it.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“better.” he mutters. “ya hear that?” he speaks to the camera, lightly smacking your ass in approval. standing over you, a looming shadow, he conceals the lewd sight from the camera, slapping his bulbous tip against your swollen clit.

ㅤㅤㅤeliciting breathless shudders as he slowly sinks in, while stifled groans seep through his mask, quick slaps sending ripples across your ass as you clamp down on his girthy cock.

ㅤㅤㅤ“f—so tight. so fuckin’ tight.”

ㅤㅤㅤbarely bottomless, and he’s already making you feel so full, inching closer to your sweet spot that you forget about the prickly discomfort that sits on your wrists. his hands slide up your back, so slowly, until he reaches the back of your neck. hooks his grip to his prey, and pounces.

ㅤㅤㅤ“oh g—!”

ㅤㅤㅤhe slams into you.

ㅤㅤㅤloud claps and lecherous voices reverberate the bedroom, and you probably envision it sounding much worse recorded (…like a homemade porno involving some heavy "roleplaying"), sinking into the duvet as if it were a cocoon, as he fucks you just as you want it. his cock slides into your cunt with precision, carefully smacking his hips against your ass while strings of wetness connect skin to skin. it becomes much more difficult to let the undoubted sin settle in at this point (every argument against getting fucked by this masked intruder glares red until it doesn’t, because he’s fucked every coherent thought out of you).

ㅤㅤㅤnot when it feels this good. not when the coil spins madly in your gut, coating his cock in so much wetness that filthy squelches resound the room. shameless moans that’ll definitely remind your husband that it isn’t him fucking you this good. to your discontent, your nightgown uncomfortably sticks to your skin as if you were of marble, and the both of you are still covered in clothing.

ㅤㅤㅤthe desire to see him nude grows by the minute, imagining how glossy his undulating chest might be, how his arms might flex as he bounces you on his cock—

ㅤㅤㅤ“you look like you’re about to pass out,” he breathily says, interrupting your indecent train of thought. “don’t tell me you’re already givin’ out on me?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“no, no—fuck, just feels so good,” you blubber, fighting against the heaviness of your eyelids. he hums in response, playing with the metal cuffs, before his movements start to hit a little harder; a small thud eliciting as he meets your ass, speeding up his thrusts. “faster—just like that, ugh!”

ㅤㅤㅤ“yeah?” he chuckles, slipping out to place you sideways, so this way, your eyes that teem with desperation meet the galling red flickering. he hangs one of your legs over his shoulder, ramming into your sopping cunt. “let em’ know how good i’m fucking you.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“m’ so good,” you drawl as drool trickles down the side of your mouth, barely comprehending his request as he continues to drill into you. doesn’t help that he’s hitting every spot right, filling you to the brim and paying close attention to every pathetic whine that escapes you. “harder—sir, please, fuck me harder.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“harder?” he repeats, momentarily slipping out and slapping his tip against your engorged clit again. “poor wife doesn’t get fucked the way she wants to? made her all desperate. c’mere.”

ㅤㅤㅤhe sits up, hauling you up to his lap in perfect view for the camera once again, with your legs split apart by his burly thighs and your back pressed against his front. bearing your sights to the red light that remains on (a terrible reminder that none of this is right).

ㅤㅤㅤyou hurriedly sink down on his cock once more, trembling as his hands knead at your waist, wordlessly coaxing you through his thickness. the restraints make it difficult for you to keep balanced, but his arms circle around your abdomen, trapping you in the heat of his embrace. you're submerged in it, grinding hastily once he nearly bottoms out.

ㅤㅤㅤ“pretty fuckin’ nightgown, hm?” he gruffly utters behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder as the straps slip off, “…bet it’s expensive,” he goes on, relishing in your pathetic whimpers, “...might have to take this with me too.”

ㅤㅤㅤyour head lolls back onto his shoulder, hoping that he’d just rip off that mask and taint with your skin with salivated marks, but alas, he focuses on your nightgown. dazed, your soft grinding sparks another return of that coil, spinning and spinning, while you’re completely unprepared for when he tugs your nightgown down from the neckline, a strident rip following his action.

ㅤㅤㅤto your content, his hands immediately draw to your breasts, tugging and pinching at your aching nipples while you jump on his thick cock. kneading them with such roughness that you’re sure his fingerprints might make an appearance tomorrow morning. your bounces are sporadic, followed by eager grinding. it’s staggered, and sloppy, unable to balance yourself with your hands constrained like this. your blurry gaze avoids the camera as you chase your orgasm, recoiling when you unintentionally slip further down, feeling a sudden intrusion when he reaches a much deeper part of you.

ㅤㅤㅤhe groans loudly when you do so, holding your hips to make sure you repeat the same motions.

ㅤㅤㅤ“o—fuck! too—too deep.” you whine, sensing his carnal desire sink in. and it does. he lifts your legs up by your knees, slowly thrusting his hips upwards as your wetness sloshes around his cock.

ㅤㅤㅤ“harder, hm?” he breathlessly utters (just like you asked). he pays no mind to your apprehension—a mixture of pain and pleasure bubbling within you as he nudges more of him into you, picking up a merciless pace.

ㅤㅤㅤhis balls slap against your sodden cheeks, being held in a near full-nelson, slick running down his thighs and tits bouncing with every thrust. it doesn’t go unnoticed. the silence in the penthouse is deafening, probably on purpose, so that the only sounds that can boom through your residence were your undisputed pornographic moans and the noisy clapping of his thighs meeting yours. but you’re too fucked out to care, feeling your climax rise and rise until it sits in your gut in one hysterical coil, just eager to burst.

ㅤㅤㅤan undoubted fact that it's terrible that a trespasser would be fucking you this good, and it should anger you, but it only intensifies your desire, succumbing to his thick cock that finally lets you explode. his fingers suddenly reach out for your clit, rubbing relentlessly as you tremble around him. “i’m cumming—!”

ㅤㅤㅤ“yeah?” he breathily whispers against your ear, “…cum all over my cock. make sure you scream loud and clear for me, hm?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“ugh—! sir!”

ㅤㅤㅤgushing all over his cock, splashes of wetness spurting off his rapid fingertips and unrelenting cock, you convulse against his cock. your teary eyes peer down at the mess, in horror or fascination, but he continues to fuck it out of you. he picks up the pace in awe of you squirting all over him. “f—, you’re makin’ such a mess. don’t fuckin’ stop—keep cummin’ for me.”

ㅤㅤㅤloud wails of pleasure that escape you as it pours all over him, onto your thighs, his thighs, your stomach and your beloved carpet. he doesn’t stop thrusting, pressing his fingers onto your oversensitive clit with even more force. clear wetness irregularly spurts out of you, and your thighs close around his unrelenting motions, far too sensitive to go on. you only manage to trap his arm between your thighs, encouraging the hasty taps he places on your swollen nub.

ㅤㅤㅤhe pulls his arm from you, momentarily digging through his pants that rest just above of his knees.

ㅤㅤㅤ“bet ya dying for someone to fill you right up,” he practically growls, following a sudden click. your arms loosen, a wave of relaxation hitting you as the handcuffs get thrown across the bed. but that fleeting moment falls short when his thrusts begin speeding up again, the warmth of his chest disappearing as he lies down, hammering into your cunt with the utmost desperation. “take it, f—take it.”

ㅤㅤㅤyour hands immediately reach for his thighs, gripping tightly as your cunt milks him dry. “s—slow down!”

ㅤㅤㅤ“you wanted this, doll,” he spits, pulling you down against his chest so that your head lolls over his shoulder once again. he bends his knees upwards, lifting his hips as he relentlessly fucks into you, his arms wrapping your waist and neck. he carelessly squeezes your neck. “should’ve known you were a cumslut—fit into you perfectly.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“let—let me see you,” you beg, succumbing to his merciless thrusts. “please.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“uh, uh, not tonight, baby,” he coolly responds, hips stuttering. his balls clap against your ass, chasing the most insanely, lewd sounds of your cum coating his cock. he’s so close, ramming into your cunt in frenzied motions. “f-fuck, gonna fill this sweet cunt up. make it all mine.”

ㅤㅤㅤ“ah!” holding your legs up, he pushes his cock further in, spurting his cum inside of you as he presses against you in one prolonged moment. his balls tighten and loads of white spray your insides and it’s never been this filling. you clench around him, feeling your arousal seep into another twist but he slows down—to your discontent.

ㅤㅤㅤhis cock slowly slips out, and clear white oozes out of your cunt shortly after, with staggered, lazy breathing circling the resounding silence. you fail to remove yourself from his embrace, all alarms in your mind (strangely resembling your security alarms that woke you up at this odd hour) blaring loudly as reality settles in.

ㅤㅤㅤdid an intruder seriously just give you the best fuck of your life, on camera no less?

ㅤㅤㅤhe carefully places you next to him, clearly not as exhausted as you are as he gets off the bed, adjusting his clothes and walking up to the camera. he briefly turns back to you; drained, and smeared with cum and sweat before he turns off the camera, following a chesty chuckle that’ll probably plague your filthy dreams. riddled with guilt and fatigue, your lidded eyes submit to its heaviness.

ㅤㅤㅤ“your fingerprints…—they’re all over the place.” you lazily mutter. you don’t why you’re even concerned, and as you try to gaze at him, he’s already hovering over you.

ㅤㅤㅤfor some reason, you want more.

ㅤㅤㅤ“he won’t do anything,” he chuckles, grabbing your chin, swiping a thumb across your glossy lips. “because he knows exactly what’ll happen if he does, and you know what,” he leans further to whisper at your ear, and the next few words make your heart lurch to your throat once again. his fingers trail downwards, slowly rubbing your sensitive nub, coating itself once again. you flinch at the sensation. “if he does end up seein’ this part of the video, he’ll know exactly who just fucked his wife.”

ㅤㅤㅤsilence overtakes you, trying to register the meaning of his words as he slowly saunters out of your room.

ㅤㅤㅤ“nice place by the way.”

note — does reader have a thing for masked men or do i? this was supposed to be longer but i didn’t want to drag it out lol. thank u for reading! first fic uploaded so bear w me :£ next toji fic is fluff goodness (also let the ending like that bc i want to write more of intruder!toji ill be honest)

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━━━ ❝...and i hit it, like it's all mine...❞

↳ ; ༄ gojou s. x f!reader 18+

"Wherever I am, you belong. You're mine. Say it." ― J. Kenner, CM

content ; ༄ sexual content, modern/highschool au, all characters are 18+, fem!reader, soft/mean!dom gojo, he’s got a dirty mouth with a tongue piercing so beware, dirty talk, praising (lotsss of praising), brat!gojo, missionary, slight pussyjob (could squint for this one), virgin!reader, he teases you a lot in here (makes fun of you bc you make it so fun to), playful bickering, massive amount of sexual tension (i took laps around my room while writing this...that should say enough) & a cute ending ᰔ

w.c ; ༄ shhh, just know it’s pretty long so go grab some popcorn and some other snacks with a coke or something bc you might be here a while (srsly, heed my warning. it’s filled with sexual tension before the smut but…it’s a journey so stay with me)

↳ note from syn ; ༄ it feels like a millennia since i’ve put any work out (when in actuality, it’s only been a few weeks help) but this piece of work has been in the writing shop for a month, and i’ve finally managed to finish it! very pleased with the final product, and happy to share with other gojou simps like me, hehe, hope that you’ll enjoy & pls rmr to spare your girl a few reblogs and likes ୧

↳ p.s. ; ༄ can we talk about how i actually got this idea from stranger things? particularly when steve was at nancy’s house trying to help her ‘study’ but kept flirting and whatnot? i was rewatching the show at the time, saw that scene and it was like a lightbulb had went off: “i’ve gotta write this” and immediately ran to my opened docs, no joke. anyway, i typically don’t like the way i do my endings but this one has to be a favorite of mine & another special s/o to the darling light of my life that’s been such an angel at editing this little project, tysm @arcanedevil ilyily ᰔ

“What are the advantages and disadvantages to asexual reproduction?”

While Satoru laid on his side, propped up by an elbow — you were on your back, staring up at your ceiling deep in thought. It was an easy question. One you’d studied over and over along with the rest of the questions that were bound to be on the test Friday. The answer mocked you by giving you bits and pieces except the completed puzzle itself. You could practically see the right answer floating in front of your face but you were having trouble recovering enough of it to say it out loud.

Satoru stared at you, visibly able to see the wheels turning in your head as you fought to find the final answer to the question. It was amusing for him, tonguing the inside of his cheek and glancing down at the back of the flash card, catching the full answer written down in your pretty handwriting. It wasn’t nearly as hard as you were making it out to be but he took you being stuck as a result of him being in your presence, as a distraction.

Maybe a bit egotistical, but probably right either way.

“Having trouble? Do you want a hint?” He asked and you drifted your head to the side to look at him, annoyance settling in your eyebrows. He was clearly teasing you. How annoying.

“No,” you muttered, rolling your eyes back to the ceiling facing you. “I know the answer.”

“Okay. Then what is it?”

“Advantages are that it’s quicker and you don’t need a mate.”

He smirked, licking his lips. “And?”

You sighed, lazily crossing your arms over your stomach and chest. “There’s no genetic variation.” You reconnected your eyes back with his, grinning. “Organisms can’t adapt.”

“Hm,” he nodded, tossing the card aside, your eyes following the action. “As dumb as you may look,” he skillfully dodged the hit he knew was coming from you at that, laughing. “–you’re actually a little smart.”

“So I was right,” you stated, leaving no room for him to counter it.

With a devious twinkle in his azure eyes, he nodded again and you did a mini fist pump into the air.

“Alright, give me another one.”

He groaned, switching to lay on his stomach, face smushing against the warmth of his arm as he continued looking at your profile. Without his usual dark shades on, his pretty snowy white hair fell over his eyes, thankfully putting some sort of shield between you and his heated gaze. “I’m bored. Plus, we’ve gone through the flashcards at least twice now. Wanna do something that isn’t gonna put me to sleep or bore me to death.”

A tiny part in you was willing to make room in your anti-satoru heart to feel a bit sorry for him. For the past hour and a half, he'd been diligently assisting you with study. He did complain a few times, but for the most part, he stayed engaged. That was shocking on its own but didn't he deserve a little praise? Maybe even a little reprieve from working so hard to help you.

He wasn't usually this helpful so you decided to cut him some slack.

He definitely deserved it.

Then, he got an idea.

You didn’t even need to look at him to know it either. The evil chuckle was enough to make you groan this time, awaiting the hellish idea that was about to tumble out of his mouth. “Hmm, since you’re so smart, you’d know that it’s been scientifically proven that sex is a good way to boost your energy. Might even help you study better.”

Welp.

That didn't last long.

When you (unfortunately) decided to look back at him, he slipped you a wink that almost made you want to jump out of your window; no parachute needed. Just the cold hard ground that would be cushioned by freshly cut grass that was, in no way, going to prevent your body from taking every bit of the fatal impact. You wouldn’t make the fall of course but that was the best part about it. You wouldn’t want to. Not if it meant you’d survive only to be thrown back into the same reality that he lived in.

“Satoru, you sound crazy. Sex does not help you study better,” You corrected him, “And not just that,” he began to pout, picking at the fluffy blanket you two were laying on. “I don’t go around having as much sex as everyone else. I want to actually focus on getting into the college that we talked about. Is that something you’ve even thought of?”

“You’re so mean,” he mumbled in a small tone that almost made you roll your eyes for the nth time tonight. “I, the victim, feel a little cornered right now.” He dodged your question but it wasn’t like you didn’t already know the answer. Of course he wasn’t worried about college right now. No, he was much too tied up into thinking about how he was going to make next week a living hell for you.

“Gonna take that as a no,” you said, sitting up and stretching your arms out with a small sigh. Your back cracked along with your fingers as you took the time to release the tension in them too. “I think we’re done for the night.”

That made him pop up with you, trying to push some of his hair back from his eyes that only ended up flopping back into its original place. “What? We’re done already?”

“Didn’t you just say that you were getting bored? Clearly.”

“Ugh,” When he fell back against the bed, on his back this time, you didn’t mean to ogle the way his shirt rode up. Just from the peek of skin you got, you’d counted at least four little moles that laid across his lower stomach, one nearing his bellybutton. Why was his shirt even unbuttoned? If either of your parents walked in right now, you’d never hear the end of it.

They were strict when it came to your friends and such but boys? They noticed everything, and judged like no other parent on the planet. You could hear them sharpening their kitchen knives right now, thinking of all the ways they could chop Satoru up into little pieces. Even was probably planning out how to spread them across Japan for extra measure.

Them walking in, and catching even a little bit of his skin was something you didn't even want to think about. You’d practically sold your soul to the devil just to get him past your parents earlier, telling them over and over again that he was just your study buddy and nothing else. It was the truth so it wasn’t like you had anything to hide. Your unlocked door served proof of that but Satoru…was a one man show. He did whatever he wanted to do, blowing off all of the consequences that came with each and every single one of his bad decisions. In this case, each of those bad decisions were going to reflect on you and you didn’t want to be grounded for the next four years.

Or maybe a lifetime this time. Who could tell with parents like yours.

“If I keep helping with you with these stupid flashcards,” he mumbled and you gave him a look, growing irritated the more you had to hear his voice. “–can I stay?”

An eyebrow of yours rose almost to your hairline, “Did you just call my flashcards stupid?”

He snickered, turning over onto his side so that he was able to rest his cheek against his palm, staring you down with his mystical blue eyes. Why did he have to forget his shades at home? It felt like torture being pinned down by such abnormally beautiful eyes. As if you’d ever tell him that out loud. The torturous teasing was surely to follow you well into college if so.

“Well?” He pressed, ignoring your obvious disdain for the way he regarded your excessive need to study a moment ago.

With a final exhale, having zero patience left for him, you shrugged.

“Why not?”

“What are the 3 parts of a nucleotide?”

Satoru had his head hanging off of the edge of your bed while you were sitting next to him, a leg crossed over the other.

For a while, he’d been a little preoccupied with lifting up your short skirt since you were so close to him but after swatting him rather hard, he settled for actually paying attention instead of going home with a red bruise later. Looking like he’d gotten beaten up just wasn’t worth a two second peek at your underwear.

“Easy,” you said with a knowing smile, making him smirk. “Phosphate group, Deoxyribose sugar and Nitrogen base. Right?“

“Mmm, someone doesn’t sound very confident. If you aren’t totally sure, why did you smile?” He teased and you were forced to look back at him, holding your ground.

“I am confident. Just wanna make sure since this test is gonna count for half of my grade.”

He nodded, “Fair. You’re right, by the way.” He flicked the card from his long, slender fingers, letting it bounce across the carpeted floor, towards your desk against the wall. You weren’t meant to stare, but you caught a few moles that were also on his hands, some lying in between his fingers that were as equally distracting as the stupid smile on his face, catching you staring right at him.

You snapped your head back down at your hands laid in your lap and he moved on, the smirk never leaving his plushy lips.

“Ooo, we’ve got a good one here.” The playful tone of his voice piqued your interest as you tuned back into the questionnaire. “Give me the definition of selective breeding.”

You felt your ears burn at the way he’d said ‘breeding’, catching the implication behind it. It was so incredibly childish but his voice had always been a sort of guilty pleasure of yours. Again, not something you’d actually tell him out loud. Seemed a bit outlandish to even say something like that to him when you knew he’d only take it and run with it. He acted like he had an ego almost bigger than anyone you’d ever met. You’d only play right into his hands that were so unfairly pretty. Palms much larger than your own with fingers long enough to reach a lot of hidden parts in yo–

“Um,” you shuddered in a breath that he naturally didn’t miss, and tried to focus back on the question. “It’s where select parents with desired traits mate. Where…organisms are purposely crossed?”

Satoru chuckled deeply, subconsciously causing your thighs to tighten together. He licked his lips and looked down at your legs where your skirt stopped, hungrily eating up the sight that you were oh so willingly giving him. He clicked his tongue ring back and forth between his teeth, the sound tempting you to look at it but you kept your eyes down, almost holding your breath to make sure you got the question right.

He blew out a breath, and looked back down at the card, “Such a smart girl. You’re right again.”

You closed your eyes and breathed through your nose because you were obviously being tested by the universe itself. This was far worse than torture. It was like being set on fire with no water in sight to help put you out.

And Satoru was the cause of it all.

The pet name only served to make the situation worse for you, but you were strong. Had the will of an ox, even. You weren’t going to be taken down by the likes of him. So you pulled yourself together, internally, and opened your eyes to settle them back onto his, who looked to be waiting for your response patiently.

“Thanks. Next?”

Studying only lasted so long until he began to get restless with the endless questions and answers and more questions with more answers. He got bratty when he got bored, and it was the last thing you wanted to deal with. So, he trudged on to your brother’s old room to play the xbox while you stayed in your room to do a little more studying.

Though it was a blessing in disguise that you were finally left alone to your own version of quiet studying, you couldn’t swallow down the incessant desire to be back in the same room as Satoru.

You’d begun to miss his annoying voice, as dreadful as it was to admit. He wasn’t always so bothersome. He was just really good at getting under your skin and oftentimes, you let him. He got a kick out of getting you angry, but sometimes you tried to suck it up because the last thing you ever wanted to do was bring him any sort of joy.

It was like a rule, of some sort, for you.

Satoru was a…good friend of yours. It didn’t happen by choice. Rather, he’d sort of forced himself into your life and became someone pretty important to you. He wasn’t nearly as bad as some girls have said. He wasn’t a player nor did he actually have as much sex as everyone else wanted to believe. Every bit of his personality fit the description of a fuckboy but he was far from it. He did have a couple of girlfriends in the past but they all couldn’t handle the moments he stopped being funny, loud, and obnoxiously flirty. They wanted the Satoru that they saw around school, not the nervous boy alone with a girl. Face red, and slightly awkward.

He had his moments where he got sad sometimes, cried out his frustrations and just wanted to be alone. There were only a handful of people within his close, tight knitted circle, that were able to handle his back and forth moods. You were one of them.

Satoru got misunderstood quite a lot. It was understandable considering no one outside of his circle actually understood him the way you all did. The constant misconceptions of him, and what his life was like outside of school was nauseating to always hear about. He didn’t have loving parents or any siblings to lean on when things got bad at home. He just had his friends and even then did they often make him feel a tad bit alone.

Without fail though, you were always there. Through the bad and through the good. He knew he could be a real handful but he appreciated the fact that none of what he could ever say or do to you could ever make you run away from him. He didn’t need instability. He needed structure and a promise. A promise that you and the others weren’t going to ever give up on him. He looked at himself as a burden; a project. A constant problem that always needed fixing. Except…you never saw him that way. Sure, he could be annoying, loud and obnoxiously flirty but those things were what made him, him.

You kind of liked those things about him.

Satoru made you smile, and that was all that mattered.

After several minutes of lying on your bed and finding yourself re-reading the same questions over and over again, you decided that your own presence was beginning to feel never ending.

With an aggravated huff, you tossed your cards to the side and scooted out of bed, stomping towards your brother’s room.

Thankfully, your brother was a little older than you, and had chosen to live on campus when he left for college last year. Even so, his room was the same way he’d left it the day he went away. It was cleaned up, but not much of it had changed.

When you walked into the room, the sound of constant tapping at buttons and grunts met your curious ears, catching sight of Satoru sitting at the end of the twin bed, leaned forward with a controller in his hands. His eyebrows were pushed together in concentration, legs spread to give his long limbs enough room to smash all of the right buttons in time. The muscles and tendons underneath his creamy skin flexed with each tap at a button while the veins in his arms and forearms pulsed and bulged, prominently. There were even veins along the tops of his hands that made it extremely hard to look away from.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, releasing a deep sigh with a fallen look on his face. “Did I just die? After all of that? Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” Then he noticed you by the door and smirked, head tilted. “Funny seeing you here. What? Finally got tired of studying?”

With an obvious pout on your lips, you padded over to him. “Move,” you mumbled, knocking your hip softly against his arm. He grunted and scooted a bit to the side to give you enough room to join him on the bed. With a drawn out breath, you shrugged sitting down next to him. “My head felt like it was going to explode.” You looked at the tv screen before you, a look of confusion on your face. You pointed to the screen, “What are you playing anyway?”

Satoru set the controller in his lap and leaned back on his hands, looking you over in a not-so-friendly way. It made your heart speed up, and you couldn’t understand why.

“Mortal Kombat 11. Wanna play?”

Your face scrunched up and he couldn’t help but cough out a laugh that tempted the tugging at your lips for a smile of your own.

“Well I guess I got my answer then.”

He switched off the game and laid flat on the bed, biting at his bottom lip. You decided to join him, finding the ceiling of your brother’s room to be a little more interesting than your own.

“By the way, are you a virgin?”

His question was so sudden and random that if you were standing, there was no doubt you would’ve felt your knees buckle because what kind of question was that? Not to mention, random as hell. He knew almost everything about you. You couldn’t exactly pull that kind of conversation from your memory but surely you’d talked about it before. With him, no less.

Right?

“Satoru…”

He chuckled, looking at you with soft blues. “What? Can’t I ask a question? I mean, you act so prissy. Then you’ve got those weirdly cute stuffed animals in your room. Let’s not even talk about the type of underwear you wear. I mean, granny panties? Really?”

Your mouth dropped open, staring at his side profile now as he smirked, feeling your eyes on him. “Did you go through my drawer?” His silence was telling. You smacked his chest and he rubbed at it, laughing now. “You did! Fuckin’ pervert! What’s the matter with you? And…yeah. I’m a virgin. Why do you care?”

His eyebrows shot up past his fringe, giving you a surprised yet curious look, “So I was right. What‘s keeping you from exploring that?”

“It’s hard for me to trust someone in that way. The person needs to be special…At least, that’s how I think anyway.”

“Fascinating…” He stared at you, eyes glazed over with interest now. Like he was wanting to know more. It made you look away, choosing to stare anywhere that wasn’t at him. “Would you let me pop your cherry? Since we’re close and all, and not total strangers.”

With a dead look, you glared at him. “Over my dead body.”

“Not even if I was the last man on earth?”

“Not even if you were the last man on earth. I’d become one with nature and die a virgin.”

“Liar.”

You laughed, “I’m not lying. Unlike everyone else, I don’t need sex to survive,” clearly teasing him.

Satoru hummed, placing his hands behind his head as he settled his gaze back on the ceiling. There was a playful smile on his face now and you couldn’t look away for some reason.

“You may not need it but, I don’t believe you don’t want it.”

Of course you wanted it. Porn existed, if he didn’t forget. You spent most of your childhood watching different things, trying to figure out what you liked and why you liked it. As you got older, the content started to shift to…darker things that you realized was beyond the gates of vanilla sex. Nothing major, but it definitely wasn’t something you ever wanted your parents to ever know about. Not even Satoru.

Sex had always been something you were curious about. It was all people in high school talked about and catching people behind the school during certain periods was more than you needed to see (or hear about). There was even that time you caught Suguru jerking off in his room. You needed a quiet place to study and Satoru wanted you near him so he chose to invite you over to his Suguru's house. The library would have sufficed, but Satoru didn’t have a quiet bone in his body. He would’ve been kicked out so Suguru's house worked the same.

You were told you could go anywhere in the big house except for Suguru’s room, which — why in the world would you go in there?

After some time spent studying, you needed to use the bathroom and once Satoru told you where it was, you headed down the hall towards it. Going to the bathroom, you were forced to pass Suguru’s room and wasn’t going to think much about it until you heard a strange groan coming from it.

Too curious for your own good, you stopped in your tracks and pressed an ear against the wood to see if it was going to happen again.

It did, and it was a bit louder this time.

It clearly sounded like a deep groan.

It was so quiet you were able to hear the other sounds coming from the room, and concluded that he was probably masturbating or something. Not willing to listen to any more of it, you tiptoed the rest of the way to the bathroom and shut yourself in, locking the door behind you. You would’ve been an idiot to deny how attractive Suguru was.

Thankfully it was Suguru and not Satoru because your friendship was already weird enough. It wasn’t like you needed the mental image of him jerking off to make it any weirder.

Still, you wondered what he looked like underneath the clothing he was forced to wear since the school had a uniform policy. You figured it wasn’t weird to think about since it wasn’t in a sexual sense. You were just curious. He probably didn’t shave like that so maybe he was natural, trimmed even. He couldn’t have been no more than six inches or so. Very veiny in the arms and hands so there was that. Satoru definitely wasn’t anything extravagant so you stopped your thinking there, and let it be the last time you ever went down that rabbit hole.

“You’re right,” you admitted, rubbing your socked feet on the rug. “I want to have sex eventually and if I see someone I’m attracted to, I have those kind of thoughts but I’ve never acted on them.” When you locked eyes with him, his were void of any teasing. Like he was genuinely paying attention to you now. “I mean, I can have sex with anyone in the world but meeting someone I connect with on a deeper level and letting them in like that — it’s a different feeling. Having sex with someone you just met won’t feel nearly as good as doing it with someone you really love and care for. Does that make sense?“

“It does,” Satoru muttered, stunned by the way you think about sex and the real meaning behind it. He was impressed. “I get it. I wish I could say I know what that feels like but…”

His past relationships weren’t anything like he once dreamed they’d be. He didn’t have high expectations but he thought he was going to at least taste what a real connection was like. He felt deprived of something he felt he was owed by now. Not given the chance to explore a feeling like that.

You watched him look back up at the ceiling, a clear focused expression on his face. It made you feel a bit bad for him.

“Toru…”

A lopsided grin split across his face, pretty blue eyes falling back on you, “Toru? That’s a cute nickname. Did you just come up with that?”

“I’m…” you blinked and chose to look away, feeling fire creep up your neck towards your face. “I’m not answering that.”

“You get shy when you have to tell the truth,” he commented, sitting up and straightening his spine, the grin morphing into an irritating smirk. “So that means you did just come up with it. Awh, is it because you feel sorry for me? Hm?”

The way he leaned his face towards yours made you want to run away but you refused to give him that sort of satisfaction. He was just your friend. An annoying one at that. His little tricks and games never could work on you. You weren’t about to let them start either.

You sat up too and turned your body to face him. narrowing your eyes, “Yeah. I did. So what?”

“So,” He drew out the word, a hand pushing into the mattress that was near your hip, tempting eyes flickering down at your lips for a split second. “–it’s kind of a turn on.”

“You’re weird,” your reply fell off towards the last word as you started scooting back on the bed the more he moved towards you. “Satoru–”

“Yeah?” He crawled up with you, caging the lower half of your body with his own, “What? Scared?”

You sputtered out a laugh that sounded more nervous than dismayed of the situation. “Me? Scared? Yeah, right. You're not the least bit scary.”

“Is that right?”

Before you could’ve made it to the headboard, you were pulled back down by your hips to the middle of the bed. Satoru chuckled at the high pitched sound you made out of surprise but when your eyes met his eyes again, you glared at him.

“Are you enjoying this?”

He looked elsewhere for a moment, humming to himself like he needed to actually think about that. You rolled your eyes when his conniving blue eyes settled back down on you.

“Yeah. You could say that.”

There was no way for you to get away when he was straddling your waistline and still had his hands at your hips. You didn’t waste time thinking about that, rather, you chose to divert the conversation to a safer place in hopes he’d laugh and move off of you because it was back. That evil thing called sexual tension was in the room again and it was back with a vengeance. As if the intense throbbing in between your legs wasn’t proof enough.

“Hey, Suguru’s having a party Friday night right?” You asked him and thankfully for you, his expression blurred into a bright one.

“Oh yeah, he is!” Then the smirk was back. “Why? You thinkin’ about going this time?”

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest, “Who, me? Fuck no. I heard his parties include alcohol and drugs. My parents would literally kill me if I went anywhere near any of that.”

Satoru blew out a breath, rolling his eyes. “God, your parents are nauseating. Why do you try so hard to be so good for them?” He then leaned down, hands sliding up your shirt that made you shiver a bit. His eyes darkened and you couldn’t help but look back. “Aren’t you tired of pretending to be their innocent daughter? I know I am. It’s all fake, you know.”

You frowned, forgetting where his hands were, too taken by the subject of the conversation now, “Fake? What do you mean?“

He shrugged, hands stopping where they were, “Dunno. I mean, you walk around like you aren’t a slut.” Your mouth fell open and he grinned. “We all know you are. May be a virgin but you aren’t foolin’ anyone. Least of all, me.”

“That’s a lie,” you snapped back. “A slut? I make excellent grades, wear my uniform the right way,” he huffed out a small laugh, knowing you were referring to him and the majority of the school that always got in trouble for wearing their uniforms in different fashions that weren’t allowed. “–and stay out of everyone’s way. I even eat by the library where no one ever goes. So how am I fake and a slut?”

"Said you were a slut, not a good girl. We all know that."

Satoru’s cerulean eyes swept over your rigid figure, finding your sudden hostility very telling. He leaned back up on his knees and placed your legs at either side of his waist, making you shudder out another rocky breath, watching him.

“Satoru, what are you–”

“You probably think you’re above everyone at school, huh?” His sudden question made you close your mouth, blinking up at him, confused. His hands ran down the side of your thighs all the way to your knees and calves, fingers dipping into your soft skin. “It’s funny because you’re just like us, just quieter about it. I mean, understandable since you’re so meek but don’t look down on everyone just because we aren’t afraid to be who we really are. True to ourselves, I mean.”

Your lips continued to part as if you wanted to say something but you couldn’t really get your thoughts together. As much as you wanted to argue him down, telling him that he was wrong, there was a bit of truth to his words.

It seemed that it was easy to tell who you really were on the inside. How Satoru of all people could tell was beyond you.

It made you wonder if everyone else knew. If they knew what you liked doing in your free time, liked watching or even listening to... It made you feel embarrassed because you knew it was something you couldn’t go around talking about, but it was something you liked. You figured that no one needed to know but you. No one would even understand. Least of all, Satoru.

He’d only make it his mission to tease you about it. It wasn’t something you wanted to broadcast so you stayed quiet about it.

“Look at you,” he cooed, tongue peeking out past his lips to wet them, still smirking. “What? Thinkin’ about how you’re going to get past this conversation? We’re already here so you might as well spit it out.” He then leaned down, still in between your legs, chest almost touching yours. His thin silver chain fell out past the collar of his shirt, dangling close to your face, his eyes boring into yours with evil curiosity. “Tell me what kind of slut you are. So quiet, so mysterious,” he chuckled at the frozen-in-time look on your face, “There’s more than what meets the eye, am I right?”

“You’re right.”

He blinked, watching your bottom lip quiver. Then he sighed, his minty breath hitting you right in the face.

“Of course I am, but that’s not what I wanna hear.”

His pretty blue eyes pinched into slits before he dove down to your neck, finding your annoying collar in the way of where he wanted to be. Another sigh erupted from his lips and then you felt his hands slither their way to your chest, causing your breath to stutter.

“Satoru–”

“Shhh,” he quieted you, a short smile trying to tug at his lips, still by your neck. “If you’re too noisy, your parents will come rushing in like someone’s hurting you. Stay quiet for me. M’not gonna do anything to you.” His pierced tongue took a swipe at your earlobe, teeth playfully catching the end of it earning a soft gasp from you. “Yet.”

Never in your life did you ever see yourself in this sort of position with him. He was a flirt, that was a fact, but to make such a bold move on you was unforeseeable. Didn’t see it coming. In fact, you had the belief that he wasn’t ever interested in you in that way. He teased you a lot. Joked with you, always called you his ‘buddy’ and never made any sort of clear advances towards you that told you he wanted more than what you two had.

Granted, Satoru was just downright confusing, to say the least.

To your knowledge, he didn’t hang around a bunch of girls or went around having sex with everybody. He was pretty popular and hung around a lot of people that considered him a friend (but not any of his). Even still, he was just the class clown that somehow still made fairly good grades. He was cool with the teachers and sometimes got special treatment from them when it came to missing assignments. Still, as outgoing as he was, he didn’t flirt with many girls. Most went around school talking about how he stopped them in the hall to ask if they wanted to fuck after the next class period but they were all clearly lies. He wasn’t that sort of guy so if you thought about it, what made you so special?

The kind of flirting you’d seen him do at school was light hearted and mostly compliments rightfully owed to pretty girls in nice outfits or when their hair was neatly done. Even commented on their makeup but let them mistake his polite flattery for something more.

With you, it was different. He treated you like one of the guys and it was fine with you but the way he was acting now…something was different. Like, really different.

What if he didn’t flirt the way he did with you with other girls at school because you meant something else to him? That he’d already found what he was looking for and no longer needed to look elsewhere? It felt like a stretch but you knew Satoru by now. You were aware of how he acted and what was weird and what wasn’t.

You couldn’t figure it out but maybe if things continued on, you wouldn’t have to.

He’d just end up showing you.

Satoru’s fingers began to unbutton your shirt one at a time, feeling yours try to move his hands away. It was useless but once he was done, he captured your smaller hands in just one of his larger ones, keeping you from interfering with his plans with you.

“Don’t you trust me?” He asked you but you still couldn’t see his face since he hadn’t moved from his place close to your neck. “Because I trust you,” he added, voice falling into a whisper.

When you felt the cold tip of his tongue ring run across your neck, you visibly shivered and felt him press a soft kiss to your warm skin, breathing in your familiar scent. Without your hands to push him away, you were left with nothing but to remain there and hope that he wasn’t planning on going any further than this. Your legs were still spread out around his hips, but you were unable to use them.

“Satoru, maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought.”

He pulled back with a slight frown on his face, forgetting about teasing you. “And why’s that?” He felt like his previous answer had been answered, just with an answer he wasn’t expecting to get.

You looked back at him until you couldn’t anymore, choosing to settle your gaze elsewhere that wasn’t directed towards him.

“I don’t trust anyone. Not like that.”

“Or you just don’t trust me.” His face became expressionless. He stared at you until the silence got underneath his skin. When he rose up away from you, it felt like you were able to breathe again except it didn’t feel as rewarding as it should’ve. It probably had something to do with the aura of rejection that began to radiate off of him, permeating the air around you. “Doesn’t really bother me. Couldn’t care less honestly.”

He moved away from you and was back at the edge of the bed, his broad back facing you now.

You laid there for a moment until you sat up, biting into your lip.

It wasn’t like you lied to him. It was true. You didn’t trust anyone because everyone had the ability to hurt someone, no matter who they were to them. As unfair as it was (and sounded), it was the reason you couldn’t allow yourself to fully trust anyone.

Not even Satoru.

You didn’t even see the problem. You trusted him to be as honest as he could be but as far as trusting him? Without reservation? It was impossible. That was asking you for far too much and somehow — it made you feel responsible for his flattened mood even when it shouldn't have.

“Satoru…”

He didn’t make a move to indicate that he’d even heard you. In fact, if you listened hard enough, you could hear quiet tapping. It sounded like the sound of him texting and it made you curious to know who he could’ve been talking to while being with you right now.

So with that newfound curiosity, you began to crawl over to him, near his shoulder. The bed shook and dipped with each movement of yours so you knew that he knew you were going over to him but that still didn’t grab his attention.

When you leaned over his shoulder to see what he was doing, you were right.

He was texting someone.

Someone like his other best friend, Suguru.

If he was truly aware that you were there next to him, that didn’t stop him from telling his friend what was really on his mind.

All about you.

— Sugu

so…you do like her? why not just tell her that

— Sato

no point. she doesn’t even trust me

not gonna waste anymore of my time on it tbh

it’s all bullshit

— Sugu

cmon man :/ you’ve been at this since freshman year

kept so many dudes from trying to talk to her and now you wanna give up?

lameee

— Sato

how am i lame tho?

even if i tried asking her out she’d just say no bc of our friendship or something like that

should’ve not even come over here ngl

— Sugu

u don’t mean that :(

— Sato

you pickin me up or what

— Sugu

man…don’t wanna get in the middle of all that but

yea

sure, wtv

be there in 20

— Sato

thx man

owe you one

— Sugu

damn fuckin straight you do

You scooted back from Satoru, falling back on your rump, trying to digest the conversation you’d just snooped in on.

If he liked you as much as you could clearly tell that he did, then trust wasn’t the problem. If your memory was going to serve you right, his apprehension towards expressing his true feelings for you had to do with something completely different.

And you knew exactly what that was.

— flashback.

It was a study group day.

Both Satoru and Suguru came over your house that Friday afternoon as per usual with their heavy backpacks over their shoulders, lips turned downwards from walking in the exhausting heat for the fifteen minutes that it took for them to get there. Naturally, if you had talked with your parents beforehand about them coming over, they would’ve said no. Two boys and one girl in a large house, alone? Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly in any way, shape or form you tried to put it for them to understand. Therefore, you told them nothing. All they knew was that you were home, alone.

So, the boys were forced to ditch their motorcycles back at their respective homes and walk the entire way to your house under the unforgiving hot afternoon sun. It was to only make sure that if your parents did come home early, they wouldn’t come back to find evidence of Satoru and Suguru at the house.

To make up for it, you presented them with ice cold freshly squeezed lemonades at the door. They didn’t waste any time downing each of their glasses, Satoru unashamedly asking for another one before the two fled up the stairs to your room to wait for you.

Since you were in the kitchen finishing up the sandwiches you were working on before they arrived, the boys made themselves comfortable on your fluffy rug that rested in the middle of the room.

It was feathery and white, something both you and Suguru always teased looked like Satoru’s hair everytime you two thought about it.

Satoru didn’t mind. He liked the attention either way.

“Sooo,” Suguru drew out, pulling out a few textbooks from his bag he’d need to study for the class he was most anxious about. Satoru slurped at his lemonade while on his stomach, scrolling through his social media feed. “Have you talked to her about it yet?”

“Huh?” Satoru glanced up at his friend, an eyebrow peaked with interest. “Talk about what?”

“You know…The locker room situation?”

“Ah,” Satoru smirked and set the glass aside, resting his chin on his arm as he went back to scouring through his insta. “That.”

Suguru gave him a look, “Yeah. That.”

“Nah, I haven’t.” Satoru grunted as he turned over onto his back, stretching his arms out in front of him with his phone still in hand. He got a text message and quickly went to text the person back. “No reason, really. She probably forgot all about it. No big deal.”

Suguru shook his head at his friend’s incredible ability to miss the signs that were clearly in his face.

“Yeah, I doubt that.”

When the ‘whoosh’ sound of his text message was sent, Satoru placed the cellular device on his stomach and stared up at the ceiling.

“I don’t. She hasn’t mentioned it so why should I?”

“Why would she? It was awkward, I’m sure.” Suguru leaned against the side of your bed, flipping through one of the textbooks for his bookmarked page. “I mean, she likes you but she’s shy. Then we’re friends so I think she’s been quiet about it because maybe she doesn’t want to ruin things. Not like you two dating would, honestly. Should just fuck and get it over with.”

Satoru frowned, feeling his ears burn, quickly sitting up. His mouth was agape when Suguru looked up at him causing his friend to snicker out a full laugh, shaking his head. “Clueless as fuck.”

“Who are you callin’ clueless? What do you mean?”

“How am I clueless?”

“And why are you laughing?”

“Hey!”

Suguru continued to laugh his ass off, head falling back to rest against the top of your bed. Satoru crawled over and kept firing off questions until both of them heard the door creak open.

You tiptoed in with a platter of sandwiches you’d made and it completely made Satoru forget what the previous conversation was even about as he stood up and ambushed you. He took several little ready-made sandwiches, shoving one in his mouth to leave extra room for his hands. Then, he hobbled back over to his spot on the floor, munching eagerly like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

Your cute frown at his impolite actions was noticed by Suguru who stood up and calmly walked towards you with a gentle smile. You smiled back when you felt one of his hands ruffle your hair.

“Don’t worry about him. Some pets come untrained,” he smirked and your eyes fell on Satoru who glared at Suguru’s back with an evil eye, still working on the sandwich he had in his hand. “We’ll teach him some manners. Then, you won’t have to worry about him running around here like he owns the place. Right?”

Under his gaze, you felt a bit small. To be fair, you felt small with both of them since they were at or over six feet. It was the way he looked at you. Eyes as dark as the midnight sky, peering down into yours, holding them with ease. He didn’t even have to work for the way you looked down at the platter in your hands, shying away from his intimidating stare. He simply hummed, a smirk still on his face, and grabbed a beautifully made sandwich from the tray.

You looked up and he winked, “Thanks for the sandwich. Make sure to eat some too, yeah?” and bit into it as he walked back to his own spot near your bed.

You stood there, heart beating irrationally against your chest, staring after him. It didn’t go unnoticed by Satoru who bitterly bit into his next sandwich, ripping his eyes away from you two to his phone again. He began grumbling under his breath about nonsense that Suguru couldn’t decipher but he had a few of his own ideas.

His plan was set and in motion.

The next hour and a half flew by.

It was hard to get any actual studying in when Satoru kept asking questions about the smallest things. Sometimes, it felt like he was doing it on purpose just to bother you from your focus.

Suguru was sitting closer to him so anything he needed help on understanding, his friend was there ready to slide any info he needed. Except, Suguru wasn’t who Satoru wanted the ‘help’ from. He wanted you to give him the answers, leaning so close into his personal space, able to smell your floral perfume. But no. He was stuck with Suguru who only gave him three worded answers for things he needed zero actual help on.

He couldn’t help but groan, shoving his face in the textbook he was holding.

You giggled, looking up at him. “Giving up already?”

Satoru peeked over the top of the book, blue eyes wide, “I can do that?”

You sighed and smoothed out your skirt, “Sure you can but we all have tests that we really need to study for. Not to mention homework that still needs to be done. I thought you wanted to get into the same college?”

Satoru blew out a breath, pushing his long legs out in front of him to rest his book on his thighs. “I do. I really do but some of this stuff is just impossible to understand.”

Suguru pushed his glasses back up his nose, “Not really. You have to try a little harder, that’s all. It’s boring stuff, I won’t lie, but it’s what’s going to get all three of us at the right grade point average to even be considered for the college we want to go to.”

Satoru pouted, another frown settling onto his pretty face as he wiggled his toes from the inside of his white socks.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Satoru,” you scooted closer to him and placed a hand on the textbook in his lap that momentarily made him think that you were actually touching his thigh instead. Oh, how he wished that was the case.

He looked at you, eyes quickly falling on your lips that looked like little pillows. “It’s hard, I know, but that’s why we do these group study sessions.” You smiled, making his heart weep in pure agony. “Whatever you need help on, we’re here. No matter how much help you need, we’re here. Understand?”

He looked at you like he was in a trance. He could smell your perfume now and it almost galvanized him into kissing you but he held himself back because what was his thinking? Kissing you? His best friend? A girl he didn’t even see like that? Maybe he was tired and needed a break. That was it.

That was all.

“Satoru?”

Your sweet voice brought him back to reality and he blinked, eyes shooting up to stare into your eyes now instead of your lips.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water for several seconds until his brain short circuited.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he hurriedly said as he stood up, surprising you a little as you watched him. “Be back.”

His long limbs struggled to gain his footing but when he finally had both feet on the ground, he quickly sped walked out of the room, his shoulder hitting the door on his way out. He groaned out into the vacant hallway, grumbling to himself again in slight pain.

You couldn’t help but giggle at him for acting so weird but it wasn’t weird to Suguru. No. He understood what's been going on with his friend for a while now. It was just a matter of getting him to realize his own feelings, and he knew exactly how to do that.

“Hey,” Suguru’s voice grabbed your attention, watching him set his own book to the side as he moved closer to you. It was now or never but he needed to do this in perfect timing. His window of opportunity was in between the small moment that Satoru came back. Satoru was a jealous guy. Suguru hoped it’d work. “You’ve got a couple of bread crumbs on your face.”

“Oh, I do?” With an innocent worried look on your face, you began wiping at your lips when he caught your wrist, smiling.

“Don’t worry. I got it.”

He was so close now, you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. His eyes were drawn to your lips and it made you squirm a bit. While a hand of his was occupied with cleaning your face, he used his free hand to lightly touch your thigh.

“Stay still for me. Can’t really concentrate if you’re moving, right?”

Suguru was too good at this. Subtle movements, innocent actions, kind eyes and a casual tongue soaked in a sexual undertone. Nothing too noticeable unless he persuaded the mind to believe his interest came from another place other than wanting to simply be friendly.

It was where you were. He was so nice to you, it was hard to not see him as more than a friend. If there were truly crumbs on your face and he wasn’t using it as an excuse to get close to you, then that meant Satoru saw them but chose to not say anything. Then again, if he had…wouldn’t he have just teased you about it instead? Satoru never missed an opportunity to bug you about the littlest things. Bread crumbs on your face seemed like the perfect excuse to go about that.

As you slowly came to the realization that maybe you didn’t have anything on your face at all, Suguru pulled his hand back, his soft smile never leaving his face.

“There. All clean.”

You swallowed and gave him a smile, still trying to fight back the blood that wouldn’t stop rushing to your face, making you all hot.

“Mmm, thank you.”

“You know,” you blinked, listening. “There’s something about you…that I can’t quite put my finger on. Something about you that I really like.“

Was this really happening? Sure, you had a little crush on him but never in your life did you expect him to actually return those same feelings.

His pretty smile morphed into a devious smirk, leaning closer to you.

You made a small noise and tried to move back but forgot you were wearing socks and couldn’t fight the smooth rug underneath you, slipping with each attempt. You quickly plopped on your back and saw Suguru hover over you, arms placed at either side of your head. His long dark hair was still in its loose tie that kept most of it from falling over his shoulder but some of it began to slowly frame your face like a dark curtain. Your hands were together and against your chest, not knowing where to even put them.

“What would you say if I told you that I liked you? Hm?”

He was so much bigger and stronger than you that it felt futile to even try and move out from underneath him. Then again, it wasn’t like you had the strength to move at all with the way his eyes held you captive and in place. More importantly, if those things weren’t in your way, wouldn’t you still be lying there anyway?

One of his hands moved up to take your jaw, being careful with the way he handled you, and cooed, “I can imagine that this must be so shocking to you. I can’t tell if you’ve wanted this to happen or want me to stop altogether.”

“Please…” his eyes remained on you, trying to decipher what was on your mind. ”If you’re telling me the truth right now, don’t stop. I…I would say that I like you too.”

Suguru froze in place, unable to gather his thoughts in time to really understand if you’d figured out his plan and was just fucking with him or if you really had intense feelings for him. It didn’t make any sense. The way he watched you and Satoru go back and forth sometimes, bickering up a storm, he’d gotten the impression that you liked him back; just was too shy to say anything. He was only meant to help bring you two together, not help feed some crush he had no idea even existed on him.

Time was unfortunately not on his side as the door quickly creaked back open, Satoru standing in the doorway with a blank expression on his face.

He stood there, looking at the way his best friend was on top of his other best friend, feeling like he’d interrupted something he was never meant to walk in on. Just before your panicked eyes laid on him, he'd seen the way you were looking at Suguru. How your hands had inched towards his face like you wanted him to kiss you.

Or worse.

That you wanted to kiss him.

The way Suguru had been looking at you, it was like a stab in the back and Satoru had no clue why. So what, his friends liked each other. It wasn’t forbidden or unallowed between the three of you. Sure, it was never talked about in the first place but it was unspoken. Even so, Satoru couldn’t fight off the hands that began to wrap around his heart, intent on squeezing it until it popped within his chest. He left like he’d been hit by a truck.

It felt wrong continuing to stand there so ignoring the pleas that fell on his name, he turned around and left the room.

You didn’t understand what was going on or why Satoru left the way he did but you felt a sense of duty of figuring that out so you turned over and were about to get up and chase after him when Suguru stopped you by placing a hand at your waist.

You locked eyes with him, clearly hurt that Satoru was now hurt.

“Don’t. You won’t understand, but this is good for him. Trust me. Let him go.”

You still had the decision to go after him but you chose not to and maybe if you had…

Things would’ve made sense in the future.

— present.

“I’m gonna go,” Satoru mumbled as he stood up, stretching an arm above his head. When it popped, he let out a satisfied breath, rubbing his neck. You focused on the budding conversation, forcing yourself to step away from past memories. You began to remember the text messages you’d read moments ago and sat back up on your knees, staring at him. He gave you a strange look before he smirked, “So you know. Now what?”

You weren’t prepared for him to get right into it but then again, if he did have some sort of big crush on you for this long, what was the wait now? Might as well get right into it.

“Is that why you ran out of the room back then?” Satoru raised a brow like he wasn’t able to recollect the memory. “When you saw me and Suguru that day.”

“Oh,” he shrugged, “Yeah, I guess. I don’t really care though. I asked him if he had any feelings for you and he said no, so, you must’ve been the one to confess to him huh?”

“Yes.” His eyes fell down to the carpeted floor, biting into his lip. “I mean, I don’t…I don’t have any feelings for him anymore. I…” You fumbled with your fingers, nervously. “I like someone else.”

His pretty blues rose back up at you, fidgeting in place as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Someone else?” He huffed out a dry laugh, licking his lips. “Not that I care all that much but is it someone else I know?”

Your heart was beating uncontrollably and your skin began to sweat. You needed to make a move, ditching the thought of if it was going to be a right or wrong one. It didn’t matter because somewhere, deep inside, Satoru still liked you. You knew it. He was just too prideful to admit it to you. Either way, it was a shot, slim or not.

“Yeah. It is,” you moved towards the edge of the bed and got off of it, walking to stand in front of him. You were forced to crane your neck to look up at him, his eyes never leaving yours. “You know him very well, actually.”

A tick pressed itself against his jaw as he stared down at you. “That right…” You were so close that another step would’ve put you right up against his chest. “If it’s Nanami, I swear to god–”

“What would you do if I said it was him? Hm?”

The smirk that spread across your lips taunted him. He was trying to remain respectful but you were slowly pissing him off.

“Then I’d tell you he’s no good for someone like you.”

Your brows rose in curiosity, “Someone like me? What do you mean?” you teased him.

“I mean…” he finally closed the distance between you and him, a clear annoyed expression on his face. “You two wouldn’t fit. Maybe it would go alright in the beginning, but then…” the urge to walk backwards from him was strong but you chose to hold your ground, interested in what he was going to say next. “You’d get bored of him because that’s just how you are.” He clicked his tongue, “You’re hard to please. I would be surprised if you two lasted a week together.”

As if he snapped the string of tension in the air, he backed away and yawned.

“But, go ahead and entertain that if you wanna. Like I said, don’t care.”

“Liar,” you accused, crossing your arms over your chest. “You do care but you’re too scared to actually admit that.”

He sputtered out a small laugh, intrigued by the conversation again. “Yeah? Okay. I’ll bite. So I care. I don’t want you to date him.” His eyes narrowed in on you, walking back towards you. “In fact, I don’t want you to date anyone but me.” You stepped back, hopefully to keep some space between the two of you but it didn’t work. He kept closing it every single time. “I want you all to myself.” He snorted, disregarding how you were back to the edge of the bed now, almost falling back on it. “If that makes me selfish, then I guess I am. Gojou Selfish Satoru.” He smirked before taking a breath in. “Kinda has a ring to it, don’t you think?”

The last step he made towards you had you assuredly falling onto the bed, gasping out from the sudden impact. He didn’t let it stir him from messing with you as he leaned down, face centimetres from yours.

“And I’m not scared, by the way.” His eyes went from yours to your lips, then back up with a fire in them. “I just wanted to see if you’d finally admit that you like me back.“

Your mouth dropped open, “What?”

He chuckled, amused. “Did you think you were going to beat me at my own game? You’re dumber than I thought.” When he stood back up, he was standing in between your legs, gazing down at you with a lazy smirk on his face like there was something clearly funny about the situation that you now found yourself in.

“Game? What are you talking about? I…When did I say that I’ve got feelings for you? I don’t!”

He nodded, hands finding themselves back in the comfort of his pockets. “Mmm, yeah sure. Whatever you say, princess.”

You gritted your teeth, smoke practically coming out of your ears. “Don’t call me that and I don’t like you. Who could ever like someone so conceited as you? Cocky and over the top. Not to mention, you’re annoying and you–you talk too much!”

“Oh yeah?” His knee dipped into the mattress next to your thigh, still smirking, as he crawled on top of you. “What else?”

Your face was burning up as you moved up the bed to get away from him. “And you put on way too much cologne. You’re suffocating and have weird taste in food. I mean, who puts syrup on bread and actually eats it? It’s weird!”

“Yeah so weird right?” He mocked you, following you every bit of the way. “And it must be so hard for you to admit your feelings for me already because there’s no way you would actually like Nanami over me. I mean, you clearly have good taste in men since you were crushing on Suguru not too long ago. I’m clearly the better candidate.”

“You’re delusional,” you mumbled, back finally hitting the headboard. Your skirt was pushed up, exposing your bright underwear for him to see and what a sight it was.

“Oh, would you look at that,” his playful eyes soaked up the view of your soiled panties, teeth shining with mischief. “Already wet and I haven’t even touched you yet. Cute.”

“Satoru,” you quickly grabbed a pillow and held it out in front of you like it was a weapon. Well, it could’ve been if you used it the right way. “I’m warning you. Stay away. Whatever tension or feelings you think exist between me and you, it’s wrong. You’re wrong.”

When he had his legs at both sides of yours again, he stopped moving and cocked his head to the side.

“Hm. Okay then. Prove it.“

You swallowed the ball of nerves down your throat, caught off guard. “Sorry?”

“Prove it,” he repeated again but in a lower octave, staring you down. “Prove that you don’t like me back and I’ll stop messing with you. What’s the harm? If you’re not lying, then it should be easy.“

You set the pillow aside, and considered his proposal.

If you weren’t lying then it should be easy, right?

You knew your own feelings. It just wasn’t the right time. Well, none of this was.

Maybe you just needed to convince him to believe it.

Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

“Fine. Whatever. If it’s that important to you.“

With a smug look on his face, he watched you tug his face down close to yours by the nape of his neck, awaiting your next move. The both of you were staring at each other with the air so still, it could’ve been cut through with a knife. Instead, it dangled between you two, taunting the raw sexual tension that sizzled and sparked from his eyes to yours.

The only way he was going to be able to let this go was if you made him think that you had no feelings for him. Nothing worth exploring, anyway. Flirting and joking with him was one thing but letting a relationship come in between all of that? What if things didn’t work out? Could you two rekindle a friendship again?

You couldn’t risk it. You weren’t much of a risk taker anyway. That was his thing, not yours. You looked at things logically. Made them make sense and if they didn’t, you didn’t go through with it. All of your decisions and choices were never mistakes or filled with regrets because you always made sure they were choices or decisions you wanted to make in the end. Satoru didn’t live by that rule. It was do now, think later. A sort of “ask for forgiveness, not permission” kind of guy. You were almost positive he had plenty of regrets and you didn’t want to add to it.

The staring match didn’t last much longer when you impulsively kissed him.

It was supposed to be four seconds, five tops, but for some reason…you just couldn’t pull away.

Something went wrong. Satoru’s lips weren’t supposed to be this soft. He wasn’t supposed to smell this good and he damn sure wasn’t supposed to touch you while you kissed him. Your face was being cradled in his unreasonably warm soft hands, holding you almost as delicately as a weakened flower. Lips moving slowly against yours, surprisingly without tongue. He led you the entire time and you melted against him, hating yourself for letting him win.

He was right.

How did you ever think you could beat him at his own game?

When you covered his hands with your own, you knew you’d lost.

It was a losing game right from the start wasn’t it?

When he pulled away, you were breathless but tried to recover by dipping your head down in slight shame. Things were going to change. You could feel it. You just didn’t know if it was going to be a good or bad thing.

“Hey…” he tilted your chin up to reconnect his eyes with yours, clear worry swimming around in them. So blue. So beautiful. A waking nightmare staring right back at you with no means to escape him. “Is it really that hard to acknowledge how you feel about me? I laid it all out there even when I was scared to do so. I value our friendship. I don’t want anything to mess that up but…” he shook his head, sighing. “I don’t think I can continue tiptoeing around you like I’m always on eggshells or something. Trying to act like everything’s okay when all I wanna do is kiss you and tell you how I really feel. Now you probably regret this entire thing right?”

He didn’t exactly give you time to give him a straight answer as he pulled back, running a hurried hand through his hair.

“I want this. I fuckin’ want this but I need you to want this too or it’s never going to turn into anything worth entertaining.” He stared down at you, blue eyes unwavered by the rocky emotions haphazardly running about inside of him. “So what do you want? What do you want to do?”

Which was the devil and angel on your shoulders? Your head or your heart? You couldn’t figure it out. It was why you couldn’t decide on what you wanted to do. Was Satoru worth the risk? Was he worth giving a shot? You knew him. You knew what being around him was like and how he treated girls. Albeit the rumors, you’d seen how loyal he was capable of being. How attentive he was and caring. He just could never get a handle on his emotions but everyone had a flaw or two. His flaw was just not knowing how to control his emotions but maybe that was something you could help him with. Maybe you were meant to be that balance for him. Be the water to his fire.

Maybe…

Just maybe he was worth it.

Because maybe the reward…was worth the risk.

“I…want this.”

Your voice was a little shaky, but it seemed to translate the same.

Satoru hovered his lips back over yours, breath ghosting the tip of your tongue. “Say that again.”

His hands glazed over your thighs, letting a finger hook under the cotton of your thigh highs, snapping it against your skin over and over again. You could even feel his knee push apart your legs, and press against your soaked panties, rubbing into it until you gasped out a small moan that made him groan.

“Fuck, say it again. I wanna hear you.”

“I want this.”

“Good,” he took your jaw in his free hand, forcing your lips to pucker out for him, smirking at you. “Because I wasn’t going to let you say no.”

He hungrily kissed you, not wasting any time shoving his tongue into your mouth, exploring every part of you that was now his. Not Suguru’s, not Nanami’s — his.

Satoru used his free hand to travel down your soft tummy, in between your cushioned thighs. Your pretty pleas fell on sadistic ears as he peeled aside your ruined underwear, resting the pad of his index finger against your swollen clit. Teasing you there, he hummed, feeling your arms fall around his neck, holding him down. Fuck, you were so needy and didn’t even know it but, oh. He was going to make sure you got well acquainted with every part of you as well as him.

He just hoped your parents didn’t get the itch to check on the two of you because what he planned on doing to you, they didn’t need to see.

“Toru,” you broke away from the kiss, sighing out a shaky whine that pulled him back down to earth.

“Yes, baby?” Satoru smirked, feeling your face push into his neck out of embarrassment. “What? You shy now?” He kissed your earlobe, lowering his voice into a whisper, “C’mon, it’s too late for that.”

“Shut up.”

He felt your hips move up against his hand and he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips, “You’re so fuckin’ predictable, y’know that?”

He didn’t let you answer him before he gently removed your arms from around him, kissing your palms as he moved down to your chest. He stared at the bra he could clearly see through your shirt, and darted his dark blues up at you.

“Didn’t quite finish what I was doing here earlier now did I?”

Satoru continued circling at your clit while he expertly unbuttoned your shirt again with one hand. When he was finally face to face with your bra covered tits, he realized that he was much too impatient to bother with unhooking the thing so he pushed the fabric over your breasts, grinning from ear to ear as one popped out of the cup.

“Perfect.“

Mouth practically salivating, he ignored his name falling from your tongue and closed his mouth over the nipple. You quickly covered your mouth, the muffled moan spilling through your fingers as you trembled while pushing your chest against his face. He groaned, swirling his tongue over and over the sensitive bud, teething at it to get those cute squeals from you that he found to like so much.

As he played with your clit, he also realized that his fingers were long enough to multitask so he replaced his finger with his thumb, applying the same amount of pressure against the bundle of nerves, resuming the previous pace. Wasn’t like you were able to tell the difference with the way he didn’t let up from sucking at your tit, moving to give the same amount of attention to the other one.

While he worked you from the top, he trickled the remaining fingers he had free to your cunt, cursing around your nipple.

Your panties didn’t even do him any justice. You were a lot wetter than he’d seen.

Fuck.

His cock strained against his pants, wanting nothing more than to be buried in that sweet cunt you’d kept from him for so long. Even so, he was willing to be patient. The payout was going to be worth it, he was sure of it.

Satoru hummed as he let the saliva covered nipple free from his assault, looking up to see the way you were fighting to stay quiet. Chest heaving, trying to hold onto each and every single shaky breath you couldn’t keep contained by the hand you still had over your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you joined eye contact and he snorted.

“How’s that working out for you?”

He received nothing short of a nasty glare from you and dipped his head down, shoulders shaking.

“Guess I’ll have to try harder, huh?”

Deciding that your cute tits had enough for now, he shuffled down to the main event and almost groaned at the sight of his sticky fingers.

“And to think,” he opened his pale, slender fingers then closed them, repeating the action to watch your sticky arousal stretch out in view. “–that this is all for me.” His signature cocky smirk was back, and you looked away, much too embarrassed to watch him ogle your essence all over his fingers like that.

“You’re so weird,” letting your hand drop from your mouth and frowning up at the sound of distant squelching. Why was he still playing with it? “If you keep doing that, I’m leaving,” you warned, snapping your head back at him.

Satoru belted out a laugh and pulled his shirt from over his head with ease. “Fine,” he wiped the residue off with the material and you cringed, wondering if he was going to put that back on once he left later. “So now what?” He asked you, holding your gaze with nothing but lust. It was almost distracting with the way the tips of his fingers danced back onto your warm skin. “We don’t have long to play. Might have to speed things up before Su’ gets here.”

“Shit,” your eyes widened, “I forgot he was coming. Hey,” Satoru kissed your inner thighs, casually resting one on his shoulders as he laid down on his stomach. “Why don’t you call him or something? Tell him he doesn’t need to come over anymore.”

Your fingers filtered through his hair, nails lightly scratching at the roots. His pretty white lashes fluttered in response.

“I don’t know,” he released a breath before he wrapped an arm around the leg that he was giving the most attention to, “I think I like being timed. Kinda wanna see how fast I can make you cum before he gets here.” He smirked, mouthing at your thighs. You whimpered, trying to inch away but he kept his tight grip on you. You weren’t going anywhere. “That is…if your parents don’t run in here first.”

That sounded like a nightmare you wanted to avoid at all costs.

When you tugged at his hair, he laughed. “Don’t joke like that. I’d genuinely never speak to you again.”

“Ohh, and what would I do without you cutie?” He teased, stroking your leg while he moved his lips further inward. He took a deep inhale, and your ears burned. “This may sound weird, but you literally smell so fuckin’ good. I have this strong urge to eat you out for hours but fuck,” he pulled your panties back to the side again, eyeing your wet cunt. “–we just don’t have that too kinda time, do we?”

“Not only are you cringey but you talk way too much for someone that’s so close to...”

Satoru grinned, knowing what you meant but couldn’t say out loud, and looked up at you. “Mmm, don’t focus on that. Just focus on cumming on my face, yeah?”

With a roll of your eyes, you pushed his head down closer to what you knew was going to get him to finally shut up for a while, “yeah, yeah.”

The moment his lips were around your clit, your back curved off of the bed, hands instantly shooting out to grab at the sheets to anchor yourself. A mess of curses and whimpers fell from your lips as you closed your eyes, focusing on nothing but the pleasure that he was giving you.

It came as a surprise to you that he was this good at eating a girl out. Had he been practicing or something? It didn’t make all that much sense since he didn’t sleep around like that so where the fuck did he learn to do that with his ton–

“Mmm, ‘toru,” your face pushed into the pillow next to you, desperately trying to ignore how good it actually felt to have that annoying tongue piercing of his slide across your clit the way it was doing. How he used it to tease you as he stared up at the expression on your face, eating you up like you were his last meal.

The obscene noises that came from his slurping, groans and sucking, it was enough to make you cum then and there but if you did, you’d never hear the end of it. Satoru was a proud kind of guy. He reveled in his talents and skills, and eating pussy was definitely one of them. You couldn’t stroke his ego like that. He needed to continue working for it.

No matter how close you were. It was embarrassing, really. You couldn’t even last a few minutes. God, you’d never hear the end of it.

“Any louder and they’ll think you’re getting murdered in here,” He taunted you, chuckling while sucking on your clit with a playful glint in his eyes.

If you weren’t so close to a toe curling orgasm, you would’ve smacked him with a pillow.

“Stop talking about my parents,” you grumbled, twisting your fingers in his hair, “You’re killing the mood.”

Satoru let your puckered nub go with a small ‘pop’ sound, taking your other leg in his hand. “Hmm, is that so? Well,” he pushed both of your legs up while he sat back up on his knees, smirking. “–maybe I should just fuck you and get it over with. There’s always next time.”

“Sorry?” You gave him a bewildered look that made him snort out a small laugh. “There’s definitely not going to be a next time. You’re crazy.”

“Awh,” he let you hold your own legs while he put a hand over his heart, playfully frowning, “You wound me, baby. You’re mine now so I think it’s well within my rights to say there’s going to be a next time for sure.”

“Satoru–“

He unzipped his pants, tossing them to the side, and pulled out his thick cock all in one go, taking you off guard.

“If there’s any doubt, maybe we should stop now.”

You stared at the angry red tip that was coated with his arousal. The pearl of pre that oozed from the slit made your mouth water for some reason. He didn’t have a small dick at all. Nor did it lack in girth. Sad to say, it was perfect. Trimmed, but thankfully not completely shaven. He looked to be around 7, maybe even 8 inches and it scared you. This was going to be your first time. You didn’t want to die during sex.

“I…Are you sure this is safe?”

He laughed, giving you a weird look, “Safe?” He then looked down at your pretty pussy lips and used two of his fingers to spread you open, ignoring your whines and protests. “Ah, so this is what you mean right? Don’t worry, pretty,” he bent down towards your face, smiling sweetly, “You can take it. I know you can.” He pecked your lips, making your heart race. “You’re new at this but your body will know what to do. Just relax and let me do the work, ‘k?”

Trusting Satoru felt like an incredibly stupid thing to do but at least he had some sort of experience with all of this. It was better than having sex with someone that was just as clueless to it all as you.

At least, that was what you’d decided to believe in order to convince yourself to let him put that thing anywhere near you.

You’d used toys before. You weren’t a stranger to dildos and such but nothing ever went over 6 inches. There were bigger sizes but you knew what your body could take, and every time you used that 6 inch dildo, it took a minute to stretch yourself out enough to enjoy it when you used it. Looking at Satoru’s dick, it looked impossible. He said your body was going to know what to do but sometimes he talked just to hear himself talk. What if he didn’t know what he was talking about at all? Or maybe he did, but your body became the problem?

“I don’t know…” You mumbled, eyes frantically going from his face to everywhere else around you. “I don’t know about this.”

“Shhh,” He shushed against your lips before kissing you softly. He felt your hand touch his forearm, and took the side of your face, caressing you. Slowly, your nerves calmed down and when he felt your breathing steady itself from the small distraction, he pulled back with a raised brow. “Better now?”

Truthfully, no, but if you wanted to do this, was there any other choice?

You nodded with a bit of hesitance, “Yeah. I guess so?”

Satoru kissed your forehead, and straightened his spine so that he was back in between your thighs. “Good enough for me. Now, just lay there and tell me if anything makes you feel too uncomfortable to keep going, yeah? This is only going to be enjoyable if you’re…ya know, enjoying it.”

“So that’s,” you pointed to his dick, “–supposed to fit into this tiny hole?” You asked him, now pointing to your vagina. He laughed again, shaking his head like something was actually funny when you were just trying to understand how it all worked because the girls in the pornos you watched looked to have no trouble taking those huge dicks but their vaginas didn’t seem as tight as yours. Maybe you were different from them. Wasn’t it good that Satoru knew that beforehand? “Why are you laughing?”

Satoru wiped the tears from his face, “I’m sorry, you just sound so…” he looked you up and down, then the humor was completely washed away. He smirked, “You’re as pure as they come, huh? Speaking of which,” he leaned forward to come face to face with you again, fingers tugging at your panties to pull off. “–how close to cumming were you a few minutes ago when I was eating that pretty pussy out?” Your face burned at how crude he was being. His azure eyes caught the way you tried to tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. “Mm,” he smacked the back of your thigh, pulling a small gasp from you, “You were holding it back, weren’t you? Because of me, right? Well, that wasn’t very nice.”

“Satoru, what’s your point?” You felt him slide your panties completely off, and watched him toss it not too far away from the bed but not towards the door either. Then, he planted his hands at your hips and tugged you a bit further down, grabbing a pillow from the side.

“Lift up for me.”

You pushed your hips up, not sure what he was trying to do, and felt him push the folded pillow underneath your bottom. He kissed your cheek and moved to your ear, “You can relax now, baby.”

“Stop callin’ me that,” you grumbled, doing as you were told. “And are you still doing this with me still clothed?”

You were now elevated, and didn’t understand why. Not that it mattered. You had other concerns.

“Are you not going to answer my questions at all?”

He quirked a brow, raising back up. “Sure. About your clothes, they’re not in the way. Your tits are out and your panties are gone. Good enough to me, and about that other thing you were worried about — when I stretch you out all nice, it’ll fit.” He grinned before patting your cunt, making you twitch. “Then you'll be crying, screaming and creaming all over my cock. Does that answer all of your questions?”

You rolled your eyes again, choosing to ignore his vacuous way of talking, and focused on the fact that maybe the stretching part was going to work. He seemed to know what he was doing so trusting him felt like something you needed to do in order for this to work.

If you two even got to the sex part before Suguru made it over. Or worse, your parents heard you and came barging in.

Having a naked Satoru hovering over you with his dick inside of you was the last thing you ever wanted your parents to see.

They’d definitely pack the entire house up, and move you to another country if that happened.

And no doubt, Satoru would find his way to follow you. That was just how he was, and maybe…that was something else you liked about him.

You shook your head, and covered your face. What were you doing thinking about him like this right now? He was minutes away from fucking you in your brother’s old room. The situation was already weird enough. It wasn’t like you’d said yes to dating Satoru. It was just sex. The attraction had been there, but that was it. You were sure he also understood that but what about you? Did you understand that?

“Are you really that nervous?”

He began prodding at your entrance with just two of his fingers but it made you jump, reaching a hand down to curl around his wrist, stopping him.

“No,” you looked at him, eyebrows knitted together, “M’not nervous. Just…”

Satoru hummed, and pulled the hand that you were holding onto up to his lips, kissing yours instead. His lips were so soft. How did you miss that when they were all over yours a minute ago? “It’s okay if you are.” His eyes were back on yours, and they weren’t full of lust or mischief this time. Just a tenderness you didn’t often see in them. “Taking your virginity is a big thing for you. You said something about wanting it to be with a special person.” A side smile tugged at his lips, your hand falling limp in his grasp. “Must make me pretty special then.”

Damn, you did say that huh? He was right. He was special to you. Of course he was. He was your best friend. Sure, he was annoying majority of the time but he was still someone you considered special.

How did he manage to get this far with you? You were doing such a good job at maintaining the walls you had up, and just like that — he went and knocked them all down with a single conversation. Usually, you weren’t this vulnerable. You kept your cards close to your chest, and kept a friendly distance because you were scared of the idea that turning the friendship into something more was going to jeopardize it as a whole. He was worth the risk, but by how much?

“I think you are nervous but I want you to see that it’s a good thing. You’re just being cautious. I get it,” he intertwined his fingers around yours and used his other hand to continue with what he was doing. “Call it lust, call it attraction, but you want to do this for a reason.” You felt his fingers spread you back open, and frowned a bit. He smiled with his eyes down to focus on the task, but he was still in tune with the conversation. “Whether it’s because you actually have feelings for me or not, I’ll take it for now.” When he pushed his fingers into your wet heat, you immediately clamped down on him. Your thighs trembled, breath hitching in your throat. It felt foreign but not enough for you to tell him that it was too uncomfortable for you to continue. “Fuck,” he breathed, brows furrowing in concentration. “You’re tighter than I was expecting.”

You squeezed his hand when he was as deep as he could go, stilling his movements.

“Why did you stop? Something wrong?” You asked him, worried.

Satoru’s eyes flickered up at you before chuckling, “Nah. Just wondering how good it’s gonna feel to have your tight cunt all wrapped around my dick like this is all.”

“God, you’re annoying,” you chose to stare at the wall across the room, completely fed up with him at this point.

“Alright, I’m gonna move now. That’s cool with you, right?”

“Mhm.”

Steadily, he started to move his fingers in and out of you, eyes constantly glancing between what he was doing and your face to make sure he wasn’t hurting you or anything. He kept at it until he felt one of your thighs push against his shoulder. He smirked. Yeah, you were getting there.

Satoru kissed at your inner thighs as he worked your cunt nice and open, curling his fingers and picking up the pace a bit. He heard your moans from above, as soft as they were, and knew that you were finally enjoying it.

“Doin’ so good for me, baby, y’know that?”

“Stop, ah, talking so much,” you whined, “Focus, please.”

He smirked, “Oh, I’m focused. Just praising you a little. You gotta know how good you’re doing down here.” He kissed your skin once more before groaning at the sight of your juices all over his fingers now. “Fuck, if you could see yourself right now. Gonna lose my mind.”

Him? What about you? You were the one on the edge of unconsciousness. There was a tiny spot in you that was always too hard for you to reach. Your fingers were never long enough to make you feel the way your toys made you feel. Always broke out into a sweat trying to find it on your own, but now that Satoru’s freakishly long fingers were unreasonably deep within you, growing closer and closer, you had no doubt he was going to find it and it felt embarrassing how badly you wanted him to.

“Just like that,” he commented, barely above a whisper as he felt you squeeze his fingers again, “Come on, pretty. Lemme hear you.” Your moans were stifled by the back of your hand but it couldn’t conceal the whimpers that managed to slip out. He watched your futile attempt at being quiet, and sighed. “I admire you for trying but how long do you think that’s going to work? Because I still haven’t found what I’ve been looking fo– Holy shit.”

Thinking that something was wrong, you looked down but felt his fingers press upwards, sending your mind spiraling around the room. You were positive that your moans travelled all the way downstairs, towards the den you knew your parents were still in. They were seconds away from flying into the room, kicking Satoru out and banning him for life and then grounding you until you turned twenty-eight. You were never going to see the sun or your friends ever again, and it was all his fault.

“Satoru–”

“Right here, yeah? Does it feel good? Bet it fuckin’ does.”

After finding what he’d been searching for, he was abusing it. The feeling was almost indescribable. You were practically floating, seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your thighs shook, and when he started sucking on your clit again — you couldn’t ignore the tightness in your stomach anymore.

Satoru felt you clench down on his fingers one more time before he could feel your walls fluttering and spasming. He smirked around your throbbing bud and let it go, settling to watch the way you whined and whimpered into the pillow next to you, legs threatening to close.

“Uh-uh,” he smacked your thighs, hungrily eating up the gasp of ‘please’ that you shuddered out, still trembling through your ground-breaking orgasm, “Keep’em open for me, baby. Wanna see you.”

You didn’t even have the strength to be annoyed by his undying desire to continue zeroing in on you the way he was doing. Your breaths came out in staggered one’s and two’s, feeling as though you were hyperventilating. It was safe to say that you’d never experienced an orgasm like that, and it was all because of him. The boy that lived to tease you, make you feel like his friend one day and a foe the next. Which, you didn’t mind because that was just how your friendship with him worked. However, you wondered what things were going to be like now. Maybe there was going to be a little less bickering, and a lot more fuckin—

“Damn,” Satoru finally pulled his fingers out of your slick heat, oceanic eyes savoring up the state that they were in. Coated with your creamy fluid, it was like looking at living art. You were so fucking beautiful, and you didn’t even know it. Yet. “I really do wish that we had more time,” he began, but you were still face first in a pillow, catching your breath, “I’d love to teach you how to suck dick because I’m getting this weird feeling you’d be really fuckin’ good at it.”

With a deep sigh and feeling your ears singe as though flames from a fire were licking at the shells of them, you groaned out, “Please get to the point already.”

Satoru snickered, glancing up at you. “You know exactly what I mean. But let’s save that for next time, yes?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he pushed back up onto his knees and crawled to hover over you. Snatching the pillow away and ignoring your whining, he leaned forward, snow white hair acting as a curtain between his and your faces. There was a shadow of a smirk playing on his lips that you couldn’t ignore. It annoyed you more than being face to face with him again. “Right now though, m’gonna fuck you.” In front of you, he slowly dipped his fingers – one by one – into his mouth, and sucked on them like they were coated candy. It should’ve grossed you out, okay it did a little bit, but for some reason…it turned you on even more.

Maybe you were going delirious.

“Mmm,” he moaned around his digits, not breaking eye contact, “Sweet.”

You fake grimaced, and looked away in disgust, “Ugh, remind me to never let you finger me ever again.”

He snorted, removing them and wiping them on the bed sheet next to you. “Highly doubt you won’t want these bad boys in you next time but,” he shrugged, “Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now,” Satoru took your chin in between two of his fingers that weren’t just in his mouth, and turned you back to facing him again. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, pretty girl?” Fuck, it was back. Your heart began to thump strongly inside of your chest. His tone was light and teasing, low and a bit breathy as you felt his other hand move down to pick your leg up and put it in line to his waist. Then, his lips moved to your ear, grinning faintly. “Wanna fuck you soooo bad, baby. Can’t you feel it?”

You could. He was grinding against your pussy, deeply groaning into your ear, begging you to say yes. He knew that you wanted him just as bad, but he needed you to say it. Of course, you weren’t as vocal with him but to hear you tell him that you wanted him to fuck you — it was better than just doing it.

A logic that you couldn’t understand.

Even after an earth-shattering orgasm, you could feel the core within you flare up again. Your skin sizzled, and your body tingled for more. Was it really necessary for you to say something like that out loud? Couldn’t he tell that you wanted him just as bad? You were definitely wet enough.

“Baby,” he moaned impatiently in your ear, and you sighed, almost letting it turn into a moan yourself.

“Satoru, please just put it in. God, why do you have to be like this? So annoying,” It came off lightheartedly so that was why he couldn’t help but laugh. It quickly turned into a low whine, pressing kisses against your neck.

“So mean,” he muttered, frowning up. “Fine.” He let your leg go, and directed the tip of his cock towards your entrance. “You’re going to be uncomfortable for a minute so…” It wasn't like you weren’t expecting it to hurt a little. It was definitely going to be unpleasant until you got used to the feeling. As a result, you gave him a nod, and that was all he needed to continue.

He carefully parted your folds with the head, biting back a groan as he felt you immediately welcome him in, walls latching onto his dick like you’d reached down and took hold of him with your own hand. It definitely felt way better than when he used his fingers earlier. He had to remember to take his time for your sake without losing himself in your tight cunt.

You, on the other hand, were gripping his arms, eyes shut facing the ceiling. It took everything in you not to stop him altogether, but you wanted this. Ashamedly, you’d wanted it for a pretty long time and so far, there wasn’t much that you were missing out on. The pleasure always came after the stretch, but fuck, did it have to hurt this bad to get there?

Satoru raised his head to kiss your cheek, but when he was met with a certain wetness to your soft skin, he quickly frowned and stopped where he was at, “Hey,” he called softly, worried now, “It hurts, doesn’t it? We can stop. I don’t want you in pain just because you think that you can do this right now. We can try another time. I’m not in a rush to do this tonight, you know.”

Pitiful. You acted so tough whenever you bickered with him like cats and dogs but here you are, nails slightly dug into his creamy skin, giving him the impression that you couldn’t even do this one little thing. He must’ve been disappointed. He sounded worried but then again, Satoru always had been one of the best actors you’d ever seen. He was probably annoyed, and you were beginning to feel frustrated and embarrassed all at once. How bothersome.

“No,” you shakily breathed out, wanting to stomp on your own foot for once, “Keep…keep going…”

Satoru released a low hum, eyes searching your face for any other indication that you actually wanted him to stop but saw none. He knew that you were just putting on a brave face. That you were telling him that because you either didn’t want to stop or you probably did, just didn’t want to disappoint him. He could’ve scoffed. As if. Didn’t you know that he was under your spell? Whatever you say, goes? He wasn’t ignorant to your feelings. In fact, he found that he could read you better than you’d ever know. Which, in hindsight, was actually a feat considering you weren’t the most open person he knew. You were good at hiding behind a wall. It was just that he knew you so well, you couldn’t hide much from him now.

Still, he needed to make sure.

“You…you sure?”

“Satoru,” you opened your eyes to find him still looking down at you like you were some puppy he’d almost ran over in the street, and felt exhausted already. “Yes. I’m sure.”

“Just asking,” He resumed with the pace, pushing himself in further, watching you whimper and turn your head to the side in slight pain, “I told you that if you don’t feel good doing this, I won’t so…”

What was he expecting your reaction to this to be? You, smiling and laughing; not having a care in the world? It hurt, it was painful. What more to it? He knew that it wasn’t going to feel great being the first dick to ever slide in your vagina so you needed a minute to get used to it. Plus, it wasn’t like you practiced with your dildos five days a week. You, often, crammed for tests and even toured different colleges (despite knowing the exact one you wanted to attend after graduating). Which, you still needed to make sure Satoru was going with you and Suguru or else the plan was going to have to change. That conversation could be saved after all of this, though.

Fact of the matter was, you chose this. Therefore, you were allowed to tell him when you wanted to stop or not and right now, you were nowhere near close to reaching that first decision.

“Fuck,” You could feel how full you were becoming, and felt like he was much bigger now that he was sliding himself into you. Maybe you’d misjudged his size when you looked at it earlier. He was probably bigger than what you’d seen and if that was the case, you were going to have a little more trouble than you thought. “Feels so weird but…kinda…kin…da–”

“Good?” He filled in, smirking as you reopened your eyes to look back at him, feeling your cheeks warm at how close you realized he was.

“Mhm.”

He chuckled, unable to hold himself back from kissing you. Your lips modded against his, moaning softly into his mouth, letting him taste you again. When he’d kissed you before, it slipped your mind how good it felt to feel his piercing against your bare tongue, letting the wet muscle slide and press down on yours. Especially when he sucked on your tongue, earning a cute whine from you that he ate up by diving his tongue back down your throat, swallowing up all of those cute sounds that you were making.

His lips trailed from yours to your cute neglected nipples that were pressing against his chest for clear attention again. As soon as he took one in his mouth and pinched at the other one, he heard you gasp before moaning out. Letting the little piece of perky flesh roll in between his fingers as he glided his tongue all around the nipple he had in his mouth. As simple of an act it was, it was strangely taking your mind off of him shoving his massive dick into your too small of a hole. You trembled under his touch, begged for more, and he was happy to oblige.

Satoru discarded playing with your other nipple, and reached a hand down until he was met with your needy clit, beginning to rub it in gentle circles.

“O-oh!” You wailed out, much too loud for even his taste as he used his other hand to clamp over your mouth. The rest of your moans were muffled, and it made him smile around your now way-too-sensitive nipple, pulling away with a distinct ‘pop’.

He moved his face back in front of yours, and cooed, “Awh, look at you. Sorry, but you’re getting a bit loud, baby, and I like having my head so,” he shrugged and kissed your forehead before he rested his against it. For a moment, he stopped playing with your clit and focused on finishing the journey into your hot cavern. Your walls were so tight around him, he wasn’t sure he was even going to make it any further than this. A slew of curses tumbled from his lips as he finally felt himself bottom out, hips flush against yours. “Fuck, I could cum right now,” sliding his hand from your mouth.

“That’s a compliment…right?” You asked, breathlessly, and heard him bellow out an airy chuckle.

Satoru nodded. “Yeah. It’s a compliment.”

Without his help, you kept your legs at both sides of his hips, trying to relax. It should’ve felt odd to have Satoru on top of you like this, but it couldn’t have felt more right. Again, you were probably a little delirious and overstimulated, but you could always reassess your feelings after this was over. Not like you wanted it to be over any time soon, there was just a small window of time in place since there was no way to know when exactly Suguru was there or not. As if he’d announce himself before barging through rooms to find you two since he had no clue you and Satoru were playing twister in a very inappropriate way.

“Okay,” You felt his breath hit your face, and was bothered by how unbothered you were about it. Minty. “Let me know when you want me to start moving.”

You scoffed, “Well, thank you for letting me make the choice but from the way you just said that, I think if it was left up to you, you’d have moved by now.”

Satoru pouted, pretty blues feigning his feelings now hurt, “Yeah? Well, I won’t lie. You’re right,” He smiled at the way you rolled your eyes. Of course you were right. “But,” he kissed your nose causing it to wrinkle up upon contact, “–only because we don’t really have a lot of time. I did say that, didn’t I?”

The urge to roll your eyes again was strong, but you were resilient. You held back, and he was silently thankful. He didn’t need your eyeballs rolling out of your head. He quite liked your eyes. They were pretty to look at when you weren’t glaring or giving him the evil eye.

Kind of like now, actually.

“K,” was all he was willing to give you, feeling him pull out like you were more delicate than glass, “God, m’gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he had a hand back on your jaw again, smirking down at the wild look on your face. “Fuck being worried about your parents. We’re about to have the whole damn neighborhood knocking at the door.”

Panicking, you swatted his hand away from you and squeezed your thighs against his hips. “Satoru, we don’t have time for this shit. It’ll be your big mouth that’ll get us caught before I will. Now, stop talking so damn much and fuck me already- ah!” Your nails instantly pressed back into his skin again as he slammed his thick cock back in, groaning out with his head dipped down, close to your neck.

There wasn’t much talking after that. He abused your cunt without much thought on how you were doing, which wasn’t like he needed to have much concern on if you were enjoying it or not because your moans and pleas for more was proof enough. How you locked your ankles at the lower end of his back, almost pressing him back in when he pulled out. A smirk fell on his lips as he cursed, licking along your warm neck, feeling your pulse race against the wet muscle. Call him whatever you wanted, but he didn’t want to be anywhere else right about now except here. With you, on you, in you. Fuck, he could think up a million other things he could’ve been doing but he’d choose fucking you over it all. Not just because it felt good but because it was you. You made him so intoxicated, so blind to everything else that wasn’t you. Your scent, your smile, your voice, your body, your snarky way of shutting him down whenever he talked and especially how shy you got without even realizing it sometimes. All because of him. He was the cause of it, and call him crazy, but he fucking loved that.

“Too mu- mnh! Wait!” you mewled out, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.

Satoru chuckled, rocking his hips into yours, trying to search for that precious little spot in you that he’d grown fond of. “Now it’s too much? Geez,” he pulled back, and peered down to look at you, “Awhh,” he cooed again, catching the small balled up tears that fell down your cheeks with his index finger. “It really is too much for you, huh? Well, take it for a little bit longer, yeah?”

He planted kisses all along your face, causing your face to burn in embarrassment. Why was he such a kisser all of the sudden?

“Just slow down,” You panted out, giving him one of the saddest pouts you could muster up; which usually worked whenever you wanted something to go your way. Then again, this was Satoru. He wasn’t ever easily moved by such weak tactics at getting him to change his mind. “Please?”

“You beg so nicely, it’s kinda hard to say no,” he muttered, grinning with amusement, “But no.” He watched your eyes fill up with more tears, and he kissed those away too. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Done with the sentimentals and taking it easy on you, he sat up from laying on you and pushed your thighs as far towards your chest as they were able to go. Which, impressively, they were almost pressed right up against you. He smirked. Flexible, too? His dick twitched from inside of you. Too bad he really couldn’t take his time with you. He’d just have to experiment with different positions that required a very flexible partner later on then. Spoiler aler: you.

“Toru, what are you-”

“Shhh,” he said under his breath, eyes down, captivated by the amount of cream that had collected at the base of his cock from a mixture of both you and his arousal. “Just lay pretty for me.” His eyes flickered back up to you, glinting with something you couldn’t make out. “I kinda want Suguru to walk in right now.”

Your eyes widened. That was just a nightmare waiting to happen.

“Why do you say that?”

Satoru was quiet for a moment, releasing one of your legs to slither a hand down between the both of you to rub at your clit. You squealed and tried to close your legs from the sudden attack when he kept them both open with just one hand.

He withdrew a breath before finally speaking, “Because…what better way to know that you’re now mine than catching me balls deep in you? Think that would get the point across permanently, don’t you think?”

Exasperated, you decided to indulge in his possessiveness. “He doesn’t have any feelings for me. That sounds pointless.”

“To you, but not to me,” He replied before pushing his cock fully back inside, biting into his lip. You released a shaky breath, pitifully wishing that he was closer so that you could touch him again. “It irks me that anyone could come around, declaring their feelings for you. You’re with me now. Everyone’s gonna get the hint that you’re off limits,” He placed his hands firmly at your hips, gripping you, tightly, “One way or another or,” his teeth gleamed off of the dull lighting in the room, sending strange waves throughout your lower stomach. “I’ll just have to fight them all. Maybe then,” he sent a particularly rough thrust into you, erupting a drawn out whine from your throat, “-they’ll get the fucking hint.”

Satoru was ruthless with the way he was now treating you. Eyebrows drawn together, lips parted as his pants began to blend with your own and fingers so deep against your skin - you wouldn’t be surprised if you walked out of this with bruises later on.

The bed rocked loudly against the wall, creating a constant thump thump thump that fell at the back of both of your minds. You couldn’t focus on anything, but how good he was fucking you. And god, it was good.

"Sa-toru, s'too much, please," you pleaded with him once more, not sure what you wanted him to do about it because stopping him was the last thing you wanted.

He bent down, close to your face again, and chuckled against the warmth of your skin, "What is it, baby? Too much? Want me to stop?"

"N-no! No, no no," you moaned out, frowning up as you felt a hand of his move down to your aching clit that was desperate for more stimulation. "Please don't stop."

He hummed, letting his middle finger circle your clit at a steady pace as he continued to pound into you, relentlessly. "Anything but that, huh? God, you're so pretty." He was staring at you, watching the little tears fall from your pretty eyes. He had a thing for making girls cry while fucking them so he couldn't help but be entranced by the way you sobbed for him to keep doing what he was doing. It was hot.

He smirked and licked up one of the salty trails, groaning. "Keep crying like that, and I definitely won’t be able to pull out."

It was a miracle you’d remembered to take your birth control for the day earlier.

You got shy by the comment, and tried to hide your face anywhere where he wasn't able to see, but he wasn't having any of it.

"No, baby, let me see you. I wanna see you," he repeated, taking your jaw softly in his grasp, melting at the look on your face as he fucked you harder, angling his hips for that certain spot he'd been looking for again. Found it. Your face was now wet with tears, skin blotched with bits of red from the heat underneath your skin, lips puffed and coated with saliva from the drool moments ago. You looked fucked out. Just how he wanted you. "What a fucking sight you are, pretty girl."

Your mind fell off the deep end as you felt one of your legs come up in line of his waist, gripped tightly to keep it there as he fucked into your tight hole at jet speed, two fingers now at your clit.

You were babbling on and on about nothing in particular, forgetting where you even were. Drool dripped down as Satoru held you close to him, his head nestled into your neck, chasing after his own release. He knew you were close just by the way your thighs trembled around him and wanted you two to cum at the same time.

He toyed with your clit, and heard you beg in such a pathetic tone, it was hard to hold back his own release.

"Please, please cum in me," you whined, clutching piteously at the sheets while holding onto him, nails dug deep into his shoulder blades.

He smirked, "Tell me how bad you want it, baby."

You clenched around him, throwing your pride right out of the window. "So fucking bad, I need you to...I need you...mngm," you weren't making much sense, but he got the jist.

It was all he needed to get you to come undone around him.

As your orgasm rattled your entire body, turning your bones into pure jelly, Satoru wasn't able to hold back much longer and shot every bit of his load against your cervix, filling you up all nice and good while biting into your shoulder to keep from being so loud.

Each breath of yours came out shaky, and so did his. It was a quiet moment between the two of you as he slowed his movements, riding out both of your highs.

Once he believed every drop was in you, he pulled himself out and hissed at the way you were still clenching down on him, twitching from the motions.

"Satoru..."

He leaned up with every ounce of strength he still had left, and watched the way his cum oozed out of you. He smiled, in a daze. He was pleased. Very pleased.

"Yeah?"

You went to close your legs when he kept them open with strong hands. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was still admiring his 'work of art’.

"So…what now?"

His ears perked up at that. "Huh?"

You sighed, feeling the after effects of what just happened between you both. "Yeah...like what are we? Friends? Or with benefits? I don’t understand."

Satoru snorted, closed your legs and began moving off of the bed. Once he had his clothes put back on, he went in search of a towel and a rag to use. On his way to the connected bathroom, he shrugged, “Dunno. That’s up to you.”

Instantly, you frowned. Why was it now up to you? Wasn’t he just going on and on about you being his now? What happened to that? You bit into your lip, worrying the fragile skin. Was he…not interested in you anymore? He sounded like he didn’t care. Didn’t he, though? Or had that just been him talking? Of course he didn’t mean any of it. You weren’t very interesting anyway. There were much prettier girls to get invested into. You were nothing but his friend, and that’s how it was always going to be.

So you were delirious after all.

Just then, he came padding back into the room, a warm towel in one hand and a dry one in the other. Deciding that silence was better than talking about something you no longer held any interest in, you let him clean you up. Neither of you said anything to break the tension even though you were half-expecting Satoru to say something. It couldn’t be helped. He wasn’t feeling it. It was obvious. Well, as obvious as it seemed since his expression was blank and completely unreadable. It almost pissed you off how nonchalant he was now being. Almost.

“There,” he gave your thighs a final sweep before patting you dry with the dry towel, “All clean.“

“Thanks.”

He walked back to the bathroom to put both towels in the hot water he’d run in the basin the first time he walked in, and came back out just as fast. He was still quiet when he sat back on the bed, but he chose to sit at the edge, like earlier, back facing you again.

Great.

Stupid Satoru, you moved off of the bed and began dressing, sending death glares at the back of his pretty head, stupid everything.

Did he say that because the ball was now in your court? He’d made it abundantly clear that he wanted more, to be with you after it all, and was just waiting to see if you wanted the same thing. Seemed about right.

There was a lot of talk during the entire thing that maybe he was feeling a bit anxious. He was never really good when it came to talking about deeper feelings. Was probably why you were in the dark so long about how he really felt about you. He wasn’t the kind of guy to go yelling those sorts of things out to everyone (or even to himself). He was sometimes…complicated, but you understood.

With a more hopeful mindset, you finished fixing your bra and getting your underwear back on, and went to sit down next to him. You noted that your thighs were touching, and how he didn’t move away from you. That was a good sign, at least.

“Hey…” your eyes fell to the floor instead of making eye contact with him, “I’ll just get straight to the point. You like me, right?”

Out of your peripheral vision, you saw him quietly nod. Yep. Good sign.

“Okay…that’s good.”

“Now I have a question for you.”

His voice startled you a bit, looking at him with curious eyes. For some reason, you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Like someone had taken it out of your chest, and was holding the organ up right next to you. It made you swallow a ball of saliva that was caught in your throat, trying to quiet the noises to hear what he had to say.

“Do you…do you like me too?”

That seemed easy enough to answer but for some odd reason, it wouldn’t come out of your mouth. There was no one in your head but you, so why couldn’t you at least admit it to yourself? No more beating around the bush, using riddles to disguise it, how did you truly feel about him? Did you want a relationship with him? He wasn’t a bad guy. He was actually quite caring. Had some jealousy and possessive issues going on, but nothing that’d keep you from saying yes so what was actually the problem?

When you finally gave it some real thought, maybe it had something to do with the fact that you felt you weren’t good enough for him. The girls at school were all his type or at least girls you saw would look a million times better with him than you. You were, to put it simply, insecure. Your insecurities couldn’t allow you to be in a relationship with him because of his popularity around school. What if he wanted to walk you to one of your classes, hand in hand, for people to ogle and giggle at? Or worse, kiss you on the cheek in front of someone, and then the entire school figured out you two were now dating? That the great Satoru went, and chose you out of all of the girls there to be with. You’d rather lay down on train tracks than let that happen. It was senior year, and it was almost over, but there was no doubt things would be the same in college. You two just didn’t fit. How come he couldn’t see that?

“Satoru...we don’t mix. We wouldn’t make sense. We’re two completely different people. I’d rather skip out on the odd looks and whispers, and just stay where it’s safe.” You sighed, “As friends.”

His hands drew into fists by his sides, “There you go, dodging the question again. So you’re scared, is what you’re saying? Scared of what people are going to think?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling your blood boil, “I am,” but it wasn’t necessarily out of anger. It was more so from the heat of the moment. You didn’t know what else to say or how else to put it. A relationship just couldn’t happen.

Satoru snorted, “So us fucking just now was a waste, right?” He stood up as your lips parted, eyebrows furrowing. “It didn’t mean shit to you. I can see it in your eyes.” His hands were still fisted up but his eyes were now glossy. Was he really that upset about it? “I poured out my heart only to get it broken again except this time, by someone I actually give a damn about. Yeah,” he nodded. “What a fuckin’ waste it was.”

He headed for the door and you shot up from your spot on the bed, trying to push back the tears you could feel forming behind your eyes. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. “So what? You’re gonna just leave? I…I don’t want to have feelings for you, but I do. I do, Satoru. I just can’t handle what will come with that. I’m sorry.”

He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, feeling irony from this situation. “Funny you say that yet you had no problem trying to climb on Suguru’s dick a while back.” He looked over his shoulder at you, the dark look in his eyes causing you to slightly jump. “What’s your excuse for that one? He’s just as popular as me. What’s the difference?”

You felt that if you didn’t choose your words carefully, he really was going to walk out of that door and you feared that he’d never want to see you again. This felt like a more serious fight than you’d anticipated.

But he had a point. What made him and Suguru so different? Or was there a difference at all? You’d confessed to Suguru as quickly as he had (though it had only been a ploy on his end), and felt sick when he rejected you later that day. It was almost hard to stay friends after that, but now knowing how Satoru truly feels about you…couldn’t you offer him the same shot as you gave Suguru? They were both very well known around the school, and Suguru was popular not just by association but because he always hosted the best house parties and was on the attractive side as well. He earned his spot on the popularity board so going out with him would’ve been the same as going out with Satoru.

Dig deeper, you mentally told yourself. There’s more to it. There has to be.

And there was. You just couldn’t think of it.

“Graduation’s around the corner,” you heard him mutter, pulling your attention back, “I applied to a different college as a backup plan. You know,” there was a faint smile on his face but it looked pained; forced, “-in case this whole thing between us went south. So...probably won’t be joining you and Su for Uni.” He shrugged. “Probably won’t mean much to you anyway. I wonder,” he kept a hand on the door and turned to face you, “Is this part of a plan or something? Use me to get to Su? Because maybe you haven’t gotten over him. You said you didn’t have feelings for him anymore, but that was probably a lie, right?”

Your bottom lip trembled but you tucked it between your teeth to keep from showing him that he was hurting you, bit by bit, “Not true, and you know it.”

“See,” he shook his head, eyes narrowed at you, “That’s the thing. I don’t. I don’t know shit, apparently. Maybe I never have. I mean, you aren’t doing anything to keep me here so what does that say to you?”

“What the hell do you want me to say?!” You shouted at him, knowing it was going to get your parents attention. Like you cared. “I told you that I like you! I just can’t be in a relationship with you, and I don’t want Suguru either! I don’t want to feel any worse than I already do by just being friends with you two!” He stared at you blankly as he watched you walk towards him. He didn’t move a muscle. Just stared. “So what do you want? Hm? What do you want me to say?”

Satoru let go of the doorknob and slowly, ever so gently, took your face into his warm hands, gazing down at you with a softness that almost made you stop holding back your tears. Almost. “I want you to say fuck everyone else, and focus on just me. On us. Don’t give a damn about what they might say, and be with me. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. No one makes me feel the way you make me feel.”

“Satoru…” You couldn’t escape him. He was looking directly at you, so close, too close. Like he was able to see all of the things that you were hiding behind your eyes, desperately trying to protect yourself from becoming too vulnerable. Except, he’d invaded your private space a long time ago. He could see those things you wanted to keep hidden, and didn’t judge you for it. He just wanted to love you for it, if you’d let him.

Would you?

Could you?

“I…”

His pretty blue eyes gleamed with hope. “Yeah?”

“Toru…I want-”

The door suddenly swung open, bumping Satoru into you and crashing both of you to the floor. Luckily, he had saved you from the impact of the fall by grabbing you and switching positions so that his back was the one that met the hard flooring. You landed on top of him in a heap, legs tangled around each other. Suguru had a curious look on his face when he poked his head in the room, looking around until you caught you two. His eyes widened before his lips formed into a smirk.

“Damn. So I guess my assistance wasn’t needed at all.”

His comment came from how Satoru’s hands were wrapped around your midsection and how close your face was to his. It didn’t help that Satoru’s face was blood red either.

“Could��ve knocked,” Satoru grumbled before he sat up, pulling his knees up as well to cradle you against him so you wouldn’t think that he was pushing you away. He frowned, still a little embarrassed. It sort of shocked you because didn’t he say he wanted Suguru to walk in on you two having sex minutes ago? It sure sounded familiar. Now he was shy? You came to realize that sometimes — Satoru was all bark and no bite. “That would’ve been a nice heads up, idiot.”

Suguru crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow, “Well that’s a weird way to say thank you.”

Satoru looked at him with a bewildered look, “And what would I have been thanking you for?”

His best friend gestured to the way you and Satoru were still pressed against one another. Satoru looked away from him, and stared off elsewhere. “Oh. Yeah, well…” You stiffened in his hold. “We’re just friends so…”

“No,” just like he had done, you placed a hand on his cheek, and brought his face back in front of yours, “We’re not.”

Both brows shot up this time, eyes wide again, “We’re…not?”

With a small smile, you shook your head. “Nope.” You then turned to look back at Suguru who was looking at you two like he knew something both of you didn’t. “We’re going out now.” You shrugged. “So I guess you were right.”

Suguru snorted out a chuckle that quickly morphed into a laugh, “Yeah, when am I not?”

Rolling your eyes, you let out a defeated sigh, “Never, it seems.”

“Hey,” Hearing Satoru’s voice, that sounded oddly distant like he wasn’t right in front of you, you looked back at him. It was like his face was glowing, if possible. “Do you…do you mean that? We’re…?”

You planted your other hand against his other cheek, and nodded. Slowly, you answered. “Yes we are. You’re my boyfriend, and I’m your girlfriend. Did you get that or do I have to say it a little slower for you?” You teased, and instead of getting snarky back, he just smiled.

“Yeah. I got it.”

Before you could’ve gotten smart with him again, his lips were back on yours, shutting you up as planned.

Behind you, Suguru was mumbling about ‘being right’ and feeling Satoru smile into the kiss, you couldn’t hold back from doing the same.

It was like everything was finally right in the world.

Well, almost.

Like being interrupted the first time wasn’t annoying enough, the door pushed open some more and in walked in, your parents.

They didn’t look very happy.

Suguru was forgotten for the moment, and was pushed to the side by your dad who walked further in, appalled and somehow livid at the same time.

“What the hell is this?!”

“Oh, our precious daughter,” your mom wailed from behind him, holding onto the door frame to not fall over. “Defiled by this heathen!”

Satoru, with wide eyes, looked from them to you, clearly trying to hold in his laughter. His face made you want to laugh too but you knew that your parents were going to ground you for life now.

You almost wanted to sob with your mother who looked downright ailed by what she was looking at.

Your dad looked down at Satoru with a menacing gaze that wasn’t to be tampered with, “Son, you’ve got five seconds to release my daughter and run out of this house like a bat out of hell or you won’t wanna know what I’m going to do to you.”

Satoru, slightly intimidated by the man now, rose his hands up in defense, “Sir, I’m so sorr—“

“FIVE, four, three—”

Satoru scrambled to his feet, pulling you up as well, “Text you later?”

Highly embarrassed by the entire situation, your face burned, “Uh…sure?”

Satoru smirked, and kissed your cheek, “Great. Later, babe.”

It was as if steam had blown out of your father’s ears, face almost resembling a balloon that’s about to pop.

“One!”

When he skipped an entire number, Satoru had shot out of the room with Suguru close on his heels, both trampling down the hallway to get downstairs. Suguru was screaming his friend’s head off about getting him involved in this as they ran for the door.

“Who cares! Open the door! I can’t die here! I’ve got too much to live for!”

If Suguru’s life wasn’t currently in danger, he’d have rolled his eyes at that.

Selfish until the end.

The door swung open, and Suguru got on his bike quickly starting it so that when Satoru climbed at the back, he was able to do a curt u-turn, zooming out of the driveway with nothing but exhaust covering their silhouettes until they were gone down the street.

When they were far away enough, Satoru laughed into the wind, having forgotten to put on his helmet in the midst of all the chaos.

“And what are you laughing at?” Suguru asked him from over his shoulder, sparing a mere glance to keep his eyes on the road in front of him.

Satoru let out a breath of relief, looking up at the passing sky. A faint smile on his face and heart seconds away from exploding from the adrenaline, he replied, “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

He finally had you, albeit almost dying by your own father’s hand in the process. But, he was finally able to call you his.

“I’ve got a girlfriend,” he said out loud, breathlessly.

Suguru snorted then smirked to himself, still looking ahead.

“Yeah. You do.”

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