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gojo x slightly stripper!reader

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Imagine that you wake up next to Gojo 🤨

I finally finished it, after months

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I upload it like this to get out of the hiatus

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The colored version on my Instagram

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It’s long but it’s 100% worth it

━━━ ❝...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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He Really Does Care

< You are struggling with depression, and Gojo comes home early to help >

tags: gojo x reader, gn!reader, one shot, fluff, hurt/comfort, no smut

warnings: references to depression, pet names

word count: 1k

a/n: dear gojo lovers!!! i implore you to consume my literature... he takes good care of you :>

So I posted a few days ago about making a platonic yandere Gojo x reader story. However I am unsure which one I should do sooo

The fic is going to be dark. If it has romantic undertones I do apologize for I can't figure out if I write something like that accidentally.

Also I fully believe that platonic yanderes are scarier than romantic yanderes.