Literary Haven

You used to be completely fucking fine on your own. And here you were, shivering and feeling like a total stranger in someone else's home because you couldn't handle your problems by yourself.

"You can take my bed. I'll sleep on the couch," Suguru continued, offering up even more assistance as you tried to train yourself not to let the heat rise to your face at his unnecessary generosity.

"I'm really-"

"I'm not trying to be an asshole, but do you really think you should be alone right now?" He asked, arching up an eyebrow as he poured himself a glass of wine.

You hesitated, swallowing your pride as you considered the unfortunately not entirely unlikely possibility you'd end up on the phone with Satoru or Sukuna if he returned you to the lonely apartment thatstill didn't really feel like home.

"Just pour me a drink too," you muttered.

Suguru was too nice to say no to you.

Even though he probably knew as well as you that you weren't going to find what you wanted in the bottom of a wine glass.

You watched his hands when he grabbed you the cup you used to like back when you practically lived here, how the veins and tendons flexed as he carefully poured a pitiful amount in, like he didn't want you to think he was trying to get you drunk.

Your cautious man still playing his own games. Still preoccupied with how things looked - and you got stuck in how things were.

How were you ever supposed to get to how you wanted them to be?

"Can I ask why you called me?" Suguru finally asked the one question he'd been avoiding as he took the seat next to yours, taking a sip out of his glass as the hard edge of the table pressed into your calves. Knees scrunched close to your chest, stabbing purposelessly at the food in your box as you tried to think of an excuse that wouldn't make this whole thing, well, messier.

"You were who I thought of," you shrugged your shoulders, biting your lip as the scent of him clung to your skin. His t-shirt hanging loose on your frame, skin still damp and sticky as you shuffled in the familiar kitchen seat.

For a second, you felt like you were back in the therapist's office, heart laid bare for someone to break, feeling the scrutiny of his dark stare, no matter how much he softened it for you.

"Does Sukuna know you're here?" He carefully asked, like he was trying to decide if he was going to get assaulted again just for playing your knight.

"No," you muttered. Even if he could probably guess it if he went back to the apartment he bought you and discovered it empty.

He had predicted it too, hadn't he?

That you'd run off to someone else? Seeking comfort in places you shouldn't be instead of finding it in yourself?

"Should I make sure the door's locked?" He tried to joke, and you didn't even have it in yourself to smile.

"I might deadbolt it," you dryly muttered, stabbing at the food and popping it in your mouth.

His small smirk faltered, and you wished you could make it easier for him.

You wished you could make it easier for all of them.

Sure, they hurt you. Okay, well, Sukuna and Suguru had. But it was getting harder and harder to hold onto it. Not when all of the anguish felt like acid on your tongue, seeping down your throat and burning your stomach the longer it sat inside of you.

If you weren't so fucked up, if you had your shit figured out a little more, wouldn't you save all four of you so much heartache?

"What happened today?" Suguru pressed, and you could only shrug your shoulders.

"I, uh, went to therapy," you mumbled, biting down on the inside of your cheek before admitting the tougher part, "With Sukuna."

"Oh."

Yeah.

You supposed you should've seen it for the monumentally awful idea it was from the start instead of just accepting to acquiesce Sukuna after the whole 'surprising you with a brand new fucking apartment' thing.

"Guess it didn't go well?" He wryly replied, and you almost rolled your eyes.

"That obvious?" You exhaled, pushing the food around before forcing yourself to look up at him. "I kinda ran away."

"You tend to do that," Suguru unhelpfully remarked, your lips pressing in a thin line as you found yourself tempted to fling a forkful of food back at him.

"You're so funny," you sarcastically commented, squinting at him just for him to give you that annoyingly charming smirk you wouldn't admit you missed.

"And yet you're not saying I'm wrong," he hummed, bringing his wine glass back to his lips.

Taking a swig of your own was better than agreeing with him.

Letting the bitter taste takeover your tongue so you didn't have to stew on the regret festering there already. All the what-ifs being back in his house brought up, wondering how things might have played out if you just made a few different decisions back then.

"You know," Suguru continued when he carefully placed his glass back down. "Shoko knows a couple good ones, if you didn't like the therapist or-"

It was sweet of him to assume the therapist was the problem instead of you.

"You might benefit more from some solo sessions," he kept going, still trying to take care of you long after you left him. Picking up all the broken pieces and doing his best to glue them back together.

Was it guilt?

Or had losing you simply made him a better person?

Jesus, this fucking sucked.

How come they only got their shit together after you? Why couldn't they work it out when you were with them? Why were you the only one still shattered?

You never asked for either of them.

They had given themselves to you and fucking screwed you over once it was done.

"Can you be, like, awful for five minutes?" You huffed, scowling at him as you forced a sharp exhale out of your nose.

His lips parted in a surprised 'o', dark eyes narrowing like he was trying to work out what you meant by that. "Why-"

"It's so annoying that you get to be all mature and perfect after we break up," you admitted, picking at your cuticles beneath the table as you glanced back to where your purse was laying on its side.

"Perfect?"

"It's so infuriating sometimes," you mumbled under your breath, shaking your head as you interrupted him, about to reiterate that he was infuriating before he let out a low chuckle.

"Do you want me to be mean to you?" He offered in that honeyed voice of his.

"I want to be mad at you," you muttered, feeling a lot more defeated than you expected.

"You can be mad at me," he calmly accepted it, evenly meeting your stare as if you being upset was better than the alternative of you feeling nothing at all for him.

You tried to switch to ignoring him.

Finishing your food with a tight-lipped frown and polishing off the wine even though it just left an uncomfortable heat compressing your chest. You slipped out of your chair to go throw away the styrofoam box, but Suguru just had to get up and do it for you, leaving you awkwardly standing there and swallowing your feelings.

Tempted to ask what now?

Were you supposed to sit on the couch together and watch tv like old times? Ask him to just take you back home anyway? Go back to the bed he used to fuck you in and pretend you couldn’t smell him on the sheets?

You ended up awkwardly leaning against the wall while you watched him clean up, trying to find something wrong to bicker about.

But god, he’d forgiven you for fucking his best friend.

Comforted you and came when you called and took care of you even when you weren’t his anymore.

“Maybe Shoko could refer me to someone,” you muttered.

You needed help.

The kind that you had to find on your own. With the help of a licensed professional.

“I’ll text her,” he replied, a hint of pride bleeding through his voice as you folded your arms across your chest.

What happened to the independent girl you used to be? The one who was too stubborn to admit it when you were out of your depth? What happened to everything you used to be?

The strangest part was that you weren't even sure you wanted to go back to being her. She let Sukuna break her heart. And then handed over what was left of it to Suguru so he could take a few swings at it too.

But even now, being around him like this, watching him walk around like you were reliving in an old memory, you were the tiniest bit tempted to go back to the old days. Just for one night.

You could see it now.

Almost feel how solid his hands would be on your waist, how warm his chest would be when you were pinned underneath it.

It would be so simple, wouldn't it?

To let him pick you up and cradle you close? To call him by his name and let him whisper yours in that tender voice of his?

He wouldn't feel like home. But he'd feel close enough to safe to settle the storm still wearing you down and ripping through your rattled bones.

Suguru caught you staring as he finished up, thin brows knitting together as he walked over to you, one hand reaching for his pocket for his cigarettes before he remembered that they weren't there anymore.

"I'm not sleeping with you," he murmured softly, as if he wasn't looking down at your lips as like he could still remember the taste of them.

"I didn't ask you to," you whispered back, like you weren't looking at his either. And then he reached out, like he was going to cup your cheek and caress you the same way he used to.

"Angel," he gently spoke, sighing as his palm stopped just shy of your cheek. "You know you have to pick."

"I know," you confessed.

You couldn't keep doing this.

"I will still do whatever I can to support you and fix the mess I made," he reassured, swallowing hard as he steeled his resolve. "But you're just hurting yourself."

And he was too selfless to say you were hurting him too, even though you could see the pain shining in his deep stare.

You wanted to play it off.

Pretend that you weren't painfully aware that no matter who you chose, you'd still be second guessing yourself for maybe forever.

If you chose Sukuna, and it crashed and burned, would you spend eternity wondering what would've happened if you mustered up the courage to kiss Suguru right now?

And if you did kiss him, would you just wish it was Sukuna's lips instead?

"I wish I never fucked us up to begin with," Suguru murmured, maybe loosened up from the wine to be speaking so plainly about what you both lost when his face was hardly inches from yours. "But I guess I know how Sukuna feels now."

"You're making it so much harder for me," you defensively mumbled, trying to keep your breathing steady when he was looking down at you like he wanted to memorize the view.

"That's because I want you to pick me," he smoothly replied, your mouth twitching up into a smile you had to push back down.

You had to make yourself slip away from him, turning around and walking around the corner to go back to his living room. About to come up with the excuse that you could watch a movie or something to pass the time and avoid the topic at hand when you spotted a stack of papers across a side table where the coasters usually were.

And noticed your name neatly printed at the top of one.

"What's this?" You asked, picking it up the moment you were close enough, eyes already scanning the page as he started to hurry over.

"It's nothing, just a stupid fucking idea Satoru's dad was-"

"It's about me," you pointed out, turning around and refusing to let him have it back, swatting at his outstretched hand while you squinted at the fine print.

"Baby, it's bullshit, I didn't want to worry-"

"I can make decisions for myself, Suguru," you scolded him, a lump taking shape again in the back of your throat as you realized what it was.

An offer.

"This is the PR relationship thing, isn't it?" You frowned, flipping the page as you started scanning the terms. Satoru had been telling the truth.

His dad wanted to throw a fuck ton of cash at you to get you to do what he wanted.

An apartment with 24/7 security. Biweekly paychecks for playing pretend girlfriend. Health and dental insurance. New clothes for required public appearances.

God, why the fuck was it a better job offer than anything else you received?

Six months.

Half of year of hanging onto your ex-boyfriend's arm in public now that your private life had been dragged out for everyone to see.

It was long enough for the album and press rollout but right before their tour would start. Enough for them to turn the PR disaster of a leaked sex tape into something slightly less scandalous the media could sink their teeth into.

You'd be dropped once they sold out all their shows.

Suguru was silent, just staring as you studied the stapled sheets in front of you, waiting for you to say something.

To say it was stupid and to shut it all down.

"Is he actually serious?" You asked, a hard lump in your throat as your stare drifted back to the promised paycheck, wondering what price you could put on your pride.

You were clearly losing this game anyway.

They weren't going to leave you alone.

"You don't need to do this," Suguru softly said, not answering your question as you glanced up from the papers to see his conflicted expression.

Would Sukuna hate you if you did?

Satoru might.

How much could making a deal with a devil cost when you already lost everything you cared about?

You weren't replying to his texts.

Go fucking figure.

The harder Sukuna tried to have you, the more you pulled away from him.

Still, he knew he shouldn't be doing this.

Leg bouncing impatiently as he stared down at the phone screen in his hand, trying to work up the willpower to either swipe everything away or shut it off.

That's what a more mature person would do.

Someone who had his shit together.

But that had never been him.

Jin had called, told him to come over and just crash there. Kaori had snatched the phone from his brother and told him to go find you and fucking fix it.

Like it was so goddamn easy when you were too hurt to see how hard he was trying. Too broken to even want him to put you together.

And despite what his therapist tried to say otherwise, he couldn't stop blaming himself for being the one to fuck it all up in the first place.

All the same thoughts looping in his head, replaying a million moments he wished he could go back and do differently. The thousand nights where you were in his bed, beneath his body where you belonged, his hands skimming over your side and his teeth sinking into your soft skin when he should've been kissing you and asking you to be his girlfriend.

Not his best friend with benefits.

Not some unnamed third thing you both swore wasn't that serious.

He wanted to be your man. To get to marry you one day and have a stupid little chubby baby with your eyes and his hair.

Sukuna didn't want to just be some fucking asshole you used to sleep with.

Someone you used to know.

A page in a book you shut and shoved on a shelf to be forgotten.

Maybe bringing you to his therapist was a mistake, something that he should've waited a little longer for. But he didn't know how to help you himself.

No matter how badly he wished he could.

And honestly, what he was about to do was probably an even bigger one in the making.

But fuck, he wanted to prove you wrong.

Show you that what you were scared of wasn't going to happen.

He could watch you having sex with your ex-boyfriend and not strangle him for it. He wasn't going to leave you.

And by no means, was he going to stop loving you.

No, instead, he just nearly threw up when the sketchy site on his phone finally loaded and he saw you splayed out nude in soft blue sheets, touching yourself and looking at the camera all lovestruck.

Asking Suguru for help.

You didn't do that with him.

It was different. Knowing that it had been serious with Suguru and actually seeing it for himself.

The trust shining in your eyes before all the light in them had been stolen from you.

He almost dropped the phone.

Pacing the floor and swallowing the bile threatening to flood his throat as your soft voice replayed in his ears.

Sukuna was greedy. Selfish. Used to taking what he wanted and never needing to justify it.

Until he realized what he wanted the most was what was best for you.

He just wasn't sure that it was him anymore.

now there’s a giant pizza in the middle of the table that you’ve barely touched, while satoru’s already halfway through his third slice. rio keeps smiling and saying things like, “satoru told me you guys have been friends forever, that’s so cute,” in a sweet voice that makes you want to crawl under the table and disappear.

“oh, has he?” you mutter, picking at the crust of your pizza. “we actually met because he stole the last muffin in the cafeteria during orientation week.”

“he does that,” rio laughs, resting her hand on satoru’s arm again. “he stole my parking spot the day we met.”

“of course he did,” you say, forcing a little smile. “very satoru. but really it worked out fine, because satoru’s lactose intolerant, and i’m pretty sure that muffin from orientation ruined the rest of his day. so, don’t let him anywhere near your tiramisu later unless you want to spend the movie listening to him complain.”

“wait, you’re lactose intolerant?” rio asks, turning to satoru.

“she’s making it sound way worse than it was,” satoru says, stealing another bite of your pizza. “i’m not that lactose intolerant. i had, like, one bad night. one time. and she’s never let me live it down.”

“you cried,” you deadpan. “and texted me at two in the morning saying you were dying.”

“i said i felt like i was dying.”

“you sent me a picture.”

“i absolutely did not—”

“you were on the floor, satoru,” you cut in, pressing the back of your hand to your forehead in an overdramatic impression. “‘i’m on the floor. i think this is it. tell my story.’”

rio lets out a slightly nervous laugh, unsure if she’s allowed to find this funny. suguru, however, laughs beside you.

“he’s always been a little dramatic,” suguru agrees.

satoru turns to rio, propping his chin on his hand. “don’t listen to her. she’s just trying to change the subject because she talks in her sleep.”

“i do not.”

“you absolutely do.”

“i don’t!”

suguru smiles into his drink. “that’s kinda cute, actually.”

“you’d think so until you actually hear her,” satoru says, pointing at you. “remember that camping trip last summer? i woke up in the middle of the night thinking someone was outside the tent but turns out she was just talking in her sleep and drooling all over her sleeping bag.”

“oh, you mean the trip where you woke up clutching a flashlight like your life depended on it because you were scared of some birds?” you fire back. “you mean that trip?”

suguru snorts. “he was scared of birds?”

“oh, he was terrified,” you say, glancing at rio. “milk and birds are very sensitive topics for satoru.”

“says the girl who still sleeps with a teddy bear every night.”

rio covers her mouth, failing to hide her laugh. “you still sleep with a teddy bear?”

“yeah, and it only has one eye,” satoru adds.

“it has both eyes!”

“one of them is a button.”

“because i had to sew it back on after you kicked him off the bed!”

“it was an accident!”

“sure. an accident. you’ve never liked him in the first place.”

“i don’t hate him! didn’t i apologize to the bear? you made me apologize to him!”

“because you ripped his eye off!”

the table goes quiet for a beat. not the comfortable kind. the kind where you suddenly notice the clatter of the kitchen somewhere behind you and the scrape of someone’s chair two tables over. 

rio and suguru exchange a look across the table.

“…you guys have a lot of history,” rio says carefully.

“we really don’t,” you say at the exact same time satoru says, “we really do,” and you both look at each other for a second.

“seriously?” you mutter.

“what?” he replies, all innocent.

the table falls into an excruciating silence. suguru suddenly seems deeply fascinated in the condensation running down the side of his glass, while rio suddenly finds the floor very interesting.

finally, rio clears her throat. “i’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

“i’ll walk with you,” suguru says way too fast, already sliding out of the booth. he shoots satoru a very clear fix this look before the two of them disappear toward the front of the restaurant.

the second they’re gone, you turn on satoru. he reaches across the table and casually steals another slice of your pizza.

“what are you doing?”

“eating pizza,” he answers with his mouth full.

“satoru.”

“mhmm?” he leans back, one arm draped along the top of the booth, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who’s supposedly here on a date with someone else.

“you’re doing this on purpose.”

“doing what?”

“you brought up the teddy bear.”

“you said that i’m scared of birds.”

“because you brought up the sleep talking!”

“because you started with the lactose intolerance!”

“because you stole my muffin three years ago!”

“which,” he says, pointing the crust at you, “was clearly the best decision i’ve ever made.”

you let out a laugh. “what is your mission here? to embarrass me in front of suguru?”

“oh please. like i have nothing better to do.” he takes another bite. “what about you? telling rio i cried on the bathroom floor?”

“you did cry on the bathroom floor.”

“i was in pain!”

“you texted me i think this is how i go.”

“i thought it was!”

“you also asked me to clear your search history.”

he groans, dragging a hand down his face. “can you please stop bringing that up?”

“never.”

he sighs, then takes another bite of your pizza. “anyway… what’s with you tonight?”

“what’s with me?”

“yeah. you’ve been taking shots at me all night. i thought i was doing you a favor setting you up with suguru.”

you let out a bitter laugh. “who even is rio? do you even know her last name?”

“of course i do,” he says, pausing for half a second. “it’s a very pretty name.”

“oh really?”

“yeah. way prettier than yours.”

“so what is it then?”

“that’s not the point.”

“wow.” you shake your head. “you’re on a date with a girl whose last name you don’t even know.”

“why do you care? you’re here with suguru.” he watches you and then that dangerous grin spreads across his lips. you already hate that grin. “oh my god.” 

“what?”

“you’re jealous.”

“i am not jealous.”

“you absolutely are.” he leans in, lowering his voice, the noise of the restaurant suddenly feeling very far away. “wanna know a secret?” before you can stop yourself, you lean in a little too. his smile only gets wider. “i think i’m into it… seeing you all worked up over me.”

“i am not worked up.”

“your ears are red.”

“it’s warm in here.”

“it’s really not.”

“satoru—”

“you could just say it, you know,” he says, and the teasing falls away a little. “instead of doing all this. you could just tell me.”

“tell you what?”

he opens his mouth—

“got ‘em!” suguru’s voice cuts through the moment like a bucket of ice water. he slides back into the booth beside you, way too cheerful. “movie tickets secured. four seats, back row. there’s an aisle in between, but it should be fine.”

you quickly look down at your glass, tracing patterns in the condensation. across from you, satoru leans back against the booth like nothing happened.

suguru glances between the two of you. “…you guys good?”

“great,” you say.

“perfect,” satoru says at the exact same time.

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the theater is already mostly full by the time you make it inside. the four of you walk down the aisle with popcorn and drinks in hand. you go in first on purpose. your plan is simple: you, suguru, aisle, rio, and then satoru. because that is how a double date is supposed to work, and it would put a very sensible amount of distance between you and satoru for the next two hours.

suguru starts to follow you in. and then satoru steps around him, drops into the seat right beside you, swings his long legs out, and settles in like he’s been there the whole night.

suguru blinks at him. satoru looks up at him and says nothing and does not move even an inch. there’s a long pause. then suguru sighs like he has decided this particular hill is not worth dying on tonight, and slides into the next seat over. rio settles beside him. 

you stare at suguru. he gives you a helpless shrug that very clearly says this one’s on you.

you turn to satoru. “you’re sitting next to me.”

“yeah,” he says. “that’s usually how sitting works.”

“that’s not how a double date works, satoru.”

“i don’t know. seems fine to me.” he glances down at your empty hands. “where’s your popcorn?”

“i was going to share with suguru before you decided i was not going to sit next to him.”

“oh.” he doesn’t look sorry at all. he simply holds his bucket out toward you. “here.”

you stare at the popcorn. then at him. he raises his eyebrows, waiting like this is a completely reasonable solution to the problem he created.

you take the popcorn. because you’re not arguing anymore, and also because you’re a little hungry.

“there you go,” he says.

the movie’s only been on for about twenty minutes when you reach into the tub and your fingers brush directly against his. his hand is already in there, waiting, not even pretending to be subtle.

you pull back quickly. “sorry.”

you wait a minute and try again. his hand is still right there.

“you’re doing that on purpose.”

“doing what?” he asks.

“putting your hand exactly where i’m about to put mine.”

“i’m just eating popcorn.” he tilts the tub toward you. “here. plenty of room. go ahead.”

you stare at him. he stares back, the picture of pure innocence. 

you wait. you watch him pull his hand back, rest it on his knee. you count to ten in your head, then reach in again—

his hand dives in at the exact same moment, fingers bumping into yours. he makes a small, thoughtful hum like oh, what a coincidence.

“satoru—”

“hm?” he’s already popping the stolen popcorn into his mouth, eyes glued to the screen.

you turn back to the movie, arms crossed. fine. you are a grown adult. you can ignore him. you don’t even want popcorn anymore. you’re just going to sit here like a mature, unbothered adult and watch the film.

you last exactly three minutes.

this time when you reach in, his hand catches yours completely. warm fingers curl loosely around your entire hand inside the tub. he doesn’t even pretend it’s an accident.

you freeze.

the movie keeps playing. someone says something dramatic on screen. you have no idea what.

“satoru,” you whisper.

“yeah?”

“let go.”

“i’m not doing anything.”

“you are holding my hand.”

“our hands happen to be in the same place, yeah.” he tilts his head toward the screen. “good movie, by the way. you should watch it.”

“i hate you,” you whisper.

“no you don’t,” he replies softly. his thumb slowly strokes across the back of your hand—warm, slow, and so deliberately gentle it makes your breath catch.

you keep staring straight ahead, heart hammering against your ribs. something explodes on the screen. someone wins something. you have completely lost the plot. the only thing you can focus on is satoru’s hand curled warmly around yours inside the nearly empty popcorn tub, his thumb lazily tracing the side of your palm like he has all the time in the world.

you are gripping a mostly empty container in a crowded theater, desperately trying to look like a normal person watching a movie and not someone on the verge of a complete breakdown.

then he shifts in his seat.

the tub in his lap tilts slightly, and suddenly you feel it—hot, hard, and unmistakably pressed against the back of your fingers through the thin cardboard. 

your face burns.

satoru’s free hand grips the armrest a little too hard. you catch it from the corner of your eye. he tries to play it cool, but you feel the way he subtly adjusts his hips, trying (and failing) to ease the pressure without drawing attention. the movement only makes it worse. the thick outline drags heavier against your knuckles.

your face burns hotter. you don’t dare move. not even to pull your hand away. the theater is dark, but it suddenly feels blindingly bright, like every single person around you can sense exactly what’s happening under that stupid popcorn tub.

you should yank your hand back. you should. but then your fingers move—accidentally, of course—pressing more firmly against the thick shape of him. he’s so hard it makes your stomach flip. 

for a second he’s completely still, then he lets out a shaky exhale that sounds suspiciously like a laugh he’s trying to choke down. “fuck… you’re really gonna do this to me right here?” he whispers. 

his fingers tighten around yours, the ones still laced together. then, without warning, he pushes your intertwined hands down harder against his cock. the move is bold. greedy. he rocks his hips up just enough to grind the heavy length against your palm, letting you feel every inch of how badly he’s losing it.

he bites down on his lip, head tipping back against the seat. his breathing is no longer steady. neither is yours. he guides you again, pressing your palm down harder, encouraging you to rub along his full length from base to tip.

you’re pretty sure you’re two seconds away from actually dying in this theater seat. “satoru… we can’t do this here.” the words come out weak, almost breathless. even you don’t fully believe them.

“why not,” he whispers right against your ear, lips brushing your skin. “been so fucking hard for you the whole evening… you have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.”

your pulse is racing. you swallow hard, eyes darting toward the rows around you. “someone will see,” you whisper.

satoru doesn’t even hesitate. with his free hand, he reaches behind his neck and tugs off his oversized black sweater. the thin white t-shirt underneath rides up, flashing a tempting strip of toned, pale skin and his lower abs before it settles back down and then he drapes the sweater over his lap.

he grabs your hand again—still intertwined with his—and guides it right back under the soft black material. he presses your palm firmly against the burning outline of his cock.

“better?” he murmurs, lips brushing your temple, voice teasing even as it trembles with need. “no one can see now… so touch me. please… i’m dying for it.”

this is a horrible idea.

the thought screams in your head as your fingers stayed glued to his cock under the heavy fabric of his sweater. the movie is still playing, some loud action scene flashing across the screen, but all you can focus on is the very real possibility that this entire theater is about to call the police. or worse… that suguru and rio, who are sitting just two seats over to your left, might glance over at any second and see exactly what’s happening under that black sweater.

“satoru, this is insane. suguru and rio are right there—”

he doesn’t let you finish. his hand tightens over yours, guiding you again, pressing your palm fully against his throbbing cock and dragging it slowly up and down his length. the heat under the sweater is ridiculous. he’s impossibly hard, twitching every time your fingers move.

“should i touch you instead?” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “but you have to keep quiet for me.”

the suggestion sends a fresh wave of heat through you. you know you should say no. you know this is risky and stupid and completely insane… but the thought of touching him again makes your mouth go dry.

instead of pulling away, your fingers curl tighter around him.

satoru lets out a shaky exhale as he guides your hand lower, helping you cup the heavy, throbbing base of his cock. your face burns, but you don’t stop. you want this. even if your heart is racing like it’s trying to escape your chest.

under the thick cover of his sweater, you start to stroke him slowly, feeling the full, heavy length of his cock twitch against your palm. satoru’s head tips back again, eyes closed as he bites down on his lip to stay quiet.

he shifts lower in his seat, hips tilting toward you. with one hand, he unbuckles his belt and pops the button of his jeans open, then tugs the zipper down just enough. 

the moment your fingers wrap around him, skin to skin, satoru’s whole body tenses. he’s burning hot, velvet-smooth, and achingly hard. thick enough that your fingers don’t quite meet as you curl them around his shaft. you feel him throb in your grip, a bead of wetness already smearing against your palm.

you’ve drawn him before—multiple times, in secret, late at night when your mind wouldn’t stop thinking about him, you drawn him in his dorm room, in class. you knew the shape. the length. the way the head flared. but this… this is completely different.

he feels impossibly hot in your palm, almost feverish. the skin is silky-smooth and velvet-soft over steel-hard thickness. he’s even bigger than you imagined when your pencil was moving across the page. your fingers don’t quite close all the way around him, and the weight of his heavy cock resting in your grip makes your thighs press together.

you feel the prominent vein running along the underside pulsing against your fingers as you stroke him slowly. every throb makes him twitch in your hand, jumping slightly like he’s overly sensitive. the head is slick already—smooth, swollen, and leaking steadily. when your thumb brushes over it, you smear the warm, slippery pre-cum across the tip, and satoru’s breath stutters hard.

“shit…” he hisses quietly, head falling forward. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted your hand on me like this.”

every slow stroke makes him leak more, coating your fingers and making the glide smoother and wetter. you keep stroking him under the sweater, a little bolder now. your fingers slide up and down his thick length, twisting slightly around the head on every upstroke just the way he seems to like. the slick sound of your hand moving over his pre-cum-coated cock is muffled by the sweater and the loud movie, but it still feels dangerously loud to you.

satoru’s breathing is ragged against your ear. every time you squeeze a little tighter or brush your thumb across the sensitive underside of his head, his cock twitches hard in your grip and he lets out a choked sound.

all the while, your mind is spiraling. you can’t stop imagining how this dick would feel inside you. you picture it stretching you open, that heavy, blunt head pushing past your entrance, forcing you to take every inch while he whispers filthy things against your neck. 

you imagine the way he’d throb deep inside you, the drag of those veins against your walls, the way he’d bottom out and grind against that spot that makes your back arch. you’d probably cry. you’d probably beg. 

your mind is spiraling out of control.

you can’t stop imagining dropping your head into his lap right here, right now. you want to take him into your mouth so badly, to taste him and feel that thick cock sliding over your tongue as you sink down until he hits the back of your throat. you want him to grip your hair and push deeper, fucking your throat while he tries desperately not to moan loud enough for the whole theater to hear.

the fantasy makes you clench around nothing. your hand moves a little faster, slicker, tighter.

“fuck, just like that—” he groans under his breath, barely keeping his voice down. “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep—ah—squeezing me like that…”

he’s panting now, body tense and trembling as you work him closer and closer under the cover of his sweater. it doesn’t take long. a few more firm strokes and then his teeth sink hard into his bottom lip, muffling the groan that tries to escape.

“fuck—i’m—”

thick, hot ropes of cum spill over your fingers, pulse after pulse, messy and endless, flooding your palm and dripping down between your fingers. satoru’s cock twitches in your grip with every spurt, leaking more and more hot cum and quickly soaking into the front of his boxers until the fabric is warm and drenched.

when it finally starts to slow, your hand is dripping with his cum. some of it has even leaked down onto his balls and the waistband of his boxers, making everything under the sweater a complete mess.

“…shit. look what you did to me.” a soft, dazed chuckle escapes him. “made such a fucking mess.”

satoru slumps in his seat for a moment, still catching his breath, his cock softening but still twitching. he lets your fingers run over his softening cock—slow, gentle strokes along the slick, sensitive length. even soft, he feels heavy and warm in your hand, the skin slippery with his own release.

then he turns his head, lips brushing your ear again. “let me return the favor.” and then he catches your wrist and brings your cum-covered hand to his mouth. his lips part, and he slowly sucks your fingers in, tongue gliding over them as he licks his own release off your skin. eyes on you as he watches your reaction.

the theater suddenly feels ten degrees hotter.

when he pulls back, a string of saliva and cum connects his bottom lip to your fingertip for a second before it breaks. he glances down at his own messy hands, the evidence of what you did to him still dripping slowly over his fingers.

“you on birth control?” he asks.

you shake your head, cheeks burning. “no…”

“okay,” he says, clearly running through his options. “bathroom?”

you freeze not sure what he suggests for a second. satoru leans in closer and presses a soft kiss just below your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

“let me take care of you. i can still make you cum on my tongue.”

your brain goes blank. before you can even spiral further, before you can decide between dying of shame or dragging him out of the theater yourself, the credits start rolling across the screen and the lights begin to slowly brighten.

before you can spiral into a full panic attack or seriously consider dragging satoru out by the collar, the credits start rolling and the theater lights begin to slowly brighten like a cruel spotlight on your sins.

“fuck,” satoru mutters beside you, quickly stuffing himself back together. “the movie’s over already?”

oh my god.

you just jerked off your best friend in the middle of a double date. in a movie theater. while suguru and rio were sitting two seats away. what would your grandma think of you? you are going straight to hell. there’s no coming back from this. they’re probably already reserving your seat next to the guy who invented pineapple on pizza.

suguru stands up on the other side of the aisle and looks over at you with a casual smile. “great movie, right?”

you don’t remember a single second of it.

“yeah! super… space-y.” you’re on your feet before your brain even gives the order, clutching your bag to your chest. “it’s really hot in here, right? i’m gonna head out first—”

suguru’s hand gently catches your wrist. “hey, you good?”

“totally! one hundred percent. never better.” you nod way too many times, smiling so wide it hurts.

he glances down at your hand—the one still glistening with the evidence of your crime—and his brow furrows slightly.

“you’re… sweating?”

your soul leaves your body.

“the movie was really unnerving,” you ramble, the words tumbling out in pure panic. “very tense. lot of, um, stakes.”

suguru blinks. the movie was really not that unnerving. but before he can point that out, you pull your wrist free and continue your desperate escape, squeezing past the last few people in the row like a criminal fleeing the scene.

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you’re pacing a small circle outside the theater entrance, arms wrapped around yourself and your brain is going about a thousand miles an hour. your hands are still sticky. gross. warm. you can literally feel satoru’s cum drying between your fingers and it’s making you lose your mind even faster.

okay. okay okay okay. what the fuck was that. what just happened in there.

when did agreeing to this stupid double date turn into fighting over the popcorn tub only for satoru’s thick hard cock to suddenly be right there pressing against your fingers and then he was guiding your hand around him and you were actually jerking him off in the middle of the theater and he came so much all over your fingers and then he licked his own cum off your skin like it was the most normal thing in the world and—

this was supposed to be a double date.

a normal, safe, four-person group thing. you, suguru, satoru, and whoever the girl was he was supposed to bring. instead you ended up jerking your best friend off in the dark while your other friends sat two seats away completely clueless. 

you’re a horrible person. 

you’re a menace. 

you’re never showing your face in public again.

your face feels like it’s on fire. your thighs keep pressing together because you’re still stupidly wet from everything that happened and that only makes you spiral harder.

what is happening with satoru.

why did he want to sit right next to you. why is he always orbiting you like this and making your life ten times more complicated than it needs to be. didn’t he bring a girl he was supposedly into? then why the hell did he spend the entire movie glued to your side like he couldn’t breathe without touching you. why did he sound so desperate when he whispered please like that. why did he look at you with those stupid pretty eyes right after he came all over your hand like he was two seconds away from dragging you into the nearest bathroom and dropping to his knees to return the favor right there on the dirty floor.

you’re so fucked. you’re actually so fucked.

“hey.”

you jump so hard you nearly drop your bag. satoru is right beside you, hands shoved deep in his pockets, hair slightly messy from the wind.

“what are you doing out here, it’s freezing.” without waiting for an answer he’s already tugging his black sweater off over his head and holding it out to you.

“i don’t need it,” you say.

“you’re literally shivering.”

“i’m fine.”

“take the sweater.” he doesn’t even argue. he steps closer and drapes it over your shoulders himself. it’s still warm from his body and it smells like him—clean, a little sweet, dangerously comforting. you hate how much you notice.

you clear your throat, trying to pull yourself together. “where’s suguru? and rio?”

satoru shrugs, sliding his hands back into his pockets. “they left.”

“left? like… together?”

“yeah. i think they like each other.” he glances at you sideways, a small smile tugging at his lips. “looks like we both got ditched by our dates. tragic.”

“oh,” you mumble. then, because you feel like you have to, “i’m sorry about your date.”

“what date.”

“rio? the girl you brought?”

“i didn’t even know her last name,” he says with zero shame. “met her at the vending machine outside the athletic building a few days ago, asked if she wanted to come. that was the whole thing.”

you stare at him. “satoru.”

“what?”

“you brought a literal stranger to a double date and now she left with suguru.”

he rocks back on his heels, grinning like none of this bothers him in the slightest. “i mean, good for them. sounds like they’re having a much better night than i was—sitting there for two hours trying not to lose my mind next to the girl i actually like.”

you blink. “…the girl you like?”

satoru rubs the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little shy for once. 

“yeah,” he says, quieter this time. “i like you. like… a lot. have for a while now.” he lets out a soft laugh. “if you didn’t already figure it out from the whole ‘coming in two seconds the second you touched me’ thing… well. now you know.”

he steps closer, those bright blue eyes locked on yours. your heart races.

“and i think you like me too,” he adds, voice softer now.

you clutch the front of his sweater, mind still reeling.

“satoru…”

he tilts his head and watches you carefully. “i really want to kiss you right now,” he says, “but we’re standing in a shady movie theater parking lot and two people over there are staring at us. plus you made me cum before i even kissed you, which feels kinda backwards and ungentlemanly… so instead, i’m gonna ask you something.”

your heart races so hard you can barely breathe.

“what?” you whisper.

satoru smiles.

“will you go out on a real date with me? a proper one. just us. no strangers or best friends two seats over, and definitely with the right order of events this time.” his grin turns wicked. “talking… then kissing… then making you cum.”

“oh my god, satoru, stop,” you groan, covering your burning face with both hands. his words shoot straight between your legs and you hate how much you like it.

he laughs—that bright, carefree sound you’ve always been weak for—and gently pulls your hands down from your face.

“can’t help it. you do this to me.” his thumbs moves softly over your knuckles. “but i’m serious. let me do this right. one date. just you and me. no running away this time.” 

he leans in closer, voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone again.

“and then… i can finally kiss you. taste you. make you feel as good as you made me feel in that theater.”

you bite your lip. “…okay,” you say softly, a shy smile breaking through. “yes. i’ll go on a proper date with you.”

satoru’s whole face lights up. he steps closer, cups the side of your face with one warm hand, and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. then he tilts his head and whispers right against your ear, “good. because once i finally get you alone, i’m gonna bury my face between your thighs and eat that pretty pussy until you’re shaking and crying my name. gonna make up for coming so fast earlier… and then fuck you slow and deep like i’ve been fantasizing about for way too long.”

you shiver, a tiny helpless sound slipping out. he pulls back with a satisfied smirk.

“alright,” he says, pulling out his phone like he didn’t just melt your brain. “i’m calling us an uber. our original driver apparently left with my fake date.”

he winks at you, tapping on his screen, while you stand there, face burning and legs barely working, on ther verge of passing out right here on the sidewalk like a victorian maiden who saw an ankle.

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◞　author’s notes well… that escalated quickly lmaooo. i didn’t initially plan to write smut with this one but oh well, satoru wants what he wants or something like that. anywayyyy thank you so much for reading!! this story is a mess but i’m having way too much fun writing it. see you in the next chapter 🥰🥰

bf!toji becomes totally obsessed with this—knowing he can make you lose control just by touching you makes his ego go through the roof. the sweet boyfriend who hates to see you cry in public completely disappears behind closed doors. in bed, your tears mean he's doing a good job.

bf!toji gets really smug and loves to tease you about it. he’ll purposely slow down, touching the exact spot that makes you crazy, watching your eyes fill with tears while he smirks.

"look at you," he’ll whisper, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "crying already? you're so sweet for me. keep going, let me see how good it feels."

bf!toji loves to push you over the edge by building the friction until you can't take it. he’ll pin your wrists above your head, spreading your legs wide so he can look right at you while he slides all the way inside. every time he thrusts deep and hits your sweet spot, a fresh wave of tears leaks from your eyes, and he just stares down at you with a dark, heavy grin, loving how loud you gasp and sob under him.

bf!toji who will change positions just to make you cry harder. he'll flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up high so he can slide in from behind. the angle is deep and intense, and as he grips your waist hard enough to leave marks, you're burying your face in the pillows to muffle your crying. he'll lean down, his chest pressing against your back, and talk right into your ear.

"baby, let me hear it—turn your head and look at me—god, look at how wet your face is just because i'm stretching you out like this."

bf!toji decides that if you aren't crying by the end of the night, he didn't try hard enough. it becomes a game to him. he will deliberately push you over the edge, using his dick and his dirty mouth to keep you completely overwhelmed until you're shaking and crying in his arms.

It’s as if the man only falls for you more and more every day. Geto’s been with you for roughly two years now and yet you’ve never revealed this sudden… mask kink you clearly have. He likes the Scream franchise just as much as you do and the idea of chasing you around and eventually fucking you in costume definitely excites him.

So there you are; sitting in his lap and pouting, steadily snaking your arms around his neck and pulling yourself in close before you plant a chaste little kiss on his lips.

“C’mon Sugu, I know you’ve thought about it before,” You point out to him in a low purr as your lips depart from his.

The hands that’d been calmly resting on your hips suddenly grow intrigued as they slide up to your waist and give you a soft squeeze, “I really haven’t.” He admits honestly. You can see it all in his eyes that he silently agreed to this the moment you brought out that stupid mask.

At his soft admission, a gleaming smile spreads across your face, “Okayy, well you are now… So is that a yes or what?”

He pretends to think for only a moment longer, glancing off to the side in faux thought before landing those pretty lilac irises back onto you, “Yeah, sure. Tomorrow's Halloween so, we can do it then.” Geto tells you.

And that was all it took. 

Halloween night was here before you even had time to fully prepare for it. The entire day you weren’t able to stop thinking about the moment Geto would walk through the front door, dressed in all black with that overly attractive ghostface mask cloaking his equally beautiful face. 

Your heart was racing in anticipation as the sun began to set outside and the clock ticked closer and closer toward the time of which he would return home from work. You knew he’d be there no more than thirty minutes after and all you could do was wonder how this all would go down.

Clad in only one of his oversized white t-shirts, you distracted yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you awaited the moment he’d get home. Any second now and you’d hear that lovely security chime go off—

You jump a little in your bed when your thought is cut off by an incoming unknown number. If you weren’t buzzing with excitement before, you damn sure are now because it’s clear your boyfriend is going out of his way to play into this with you. There are practically small hearts in your eyes as you tap that enticing green button on your screen to answer the phone.

Biting back a smile, you’re quick to bring the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”

An almost low-quality distortion to the person’s voice is instantly recognized by you—it wasn’t Suguru’s voice at all, it was that infamous voice changer that spoke to you. “Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” A man asks, and you know this line all too well.

Hell, you know the entire dialogue. This is exactly why you sit up in your bed and hold back that smile of yours like your life depended on it. Tilting your head into the phone, you glance around your bedroom, “Who is this?”

“You tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine,” The ‘mystery’ man continues. 

You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from giggling right then and there. Your dark little fantasy was becoming true right before your very eyes and it had a sliver of excitement slipping down your spine. Sliding out from your bed, you take small steps toward the nearby window and glance outside.

Scoffing softly, “I don’t think so.” You quote, straight from the first Scream. You’ve seen the movie enough times to recite the whole thing word for word, even his lines.

It’s a bit off-script how things go from here on out but, that’s the goal.

“Aw, you’re no fun.” He purrs. Even with that damn voice changer, you’d recognize that purr any day. You know this is your boyfriend and that only has your body heating up with each passing second.

Now you’re left to improv a bit. “Think so?” You reply as you pull your bedroom curtains closed and turn away from the window.

“Oh I know so, sweetheart. It’s Halloween night and you’re doing nothing to celebrate.” The man on your phone points out. 

You’re walking out of your room now and taking a careful peek into the dimmed hallway. “And that makes me not fun? What am I supposed to do to celebrate Halloween aside from dressing up and maybe handing out some candy?”

He chuckles. “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure something else out.”

“Let me guess,” Your brows raise a little, “I should be watching scary movies?”

“That depends. You like scary movies?” There you are, right back onto the script.

“Uhuh,” You hum in response with a slight nod as if he could see you.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” And there it is, infamous line one of many. You nearly let out a dreamy sigh knowing that it’s nothing but your boyfriend on the other end.

Allowing yourself to smile this time, you trek down your hallway and towards the staircase. “Uhhh, I dunno,” Of course you know, but where’s the fun in saying it so soon?

“You have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?” Every scratchy distorted-pitched word that pours from the man’s mouth has anticipation bubbling within you.

You sigh. “Uhmm, Halloween!” As you recall that answer straight from the movie, you turn to your staircase and allow your eyes to scan the first floor of your home.

Most of the lights are on so it’s not too dark or anything but you really are curious whether or not Geto has made his way inside already.

“Y’know, the one with the guy with the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters?” You quote flawlessly yet again. You’re such a fanatic for the Scream franchise that you’re loving every single second of this.

“Yeahh,” He purrs again, making your heart involuntarily flutter.

You begin to slowly descend down the flight of stairs, “What’s yours?”

“Guess.” He orders on the other end.

Pausing halfway down, you glance over to your kitchen. The light is still on and everything is exactly the way you left it. “Uhm, Nightmare on Elm Street?” You soon reply.

“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?” The way your boyfriend knows every word to this just as well as you do makes your stomach churn in affection just a bit. 

Your voice turns enthusiastic and you continue your steps down, “Yeah! Freddy Kruger.”

“Freddy, that’s right.” He continues, “I like that movie—it was scary.”

“Well the first one was but the rest sucked.” You’re downstairs now, looking around at the way all the blinds in your home are open. Did you leave them like that for this exact reason? You don’t remember.

“Mhm,” ‘Mystery’ man hums and you swear you can picture the smirk on his face as he utters the next infamous line. “Soo, you got a boyfriend?”

You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second before smiling, “Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” Now you’re making a right to enter your living room, heading toward your couch placed in the center.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks again.

You pause for a second. This literally is your boyfriend so, surely he wants you to play into this question, right?

“No.” You chirp simply.

You can hear the smile on his face even through that stupidly attractive voice changer, “You never told me your name.”

You know what comes after this and you can’t help but begin to look around as you plop down on your couch, “Why do you wanna know my name?” 

It’s silent over the phone for a long couple of seconds

“Cause’ we wanna know who we’re looking at.”

Your heart surprisingly sinks as those words hit your ears. We? That’s not… how that scene goes. He was supposed to say that he wants to know who he’s looking at. There’s no we? Where the hell did he even get that from??

For the first time since you picked up this damn phone and started this whole thing, you’re actually a bit nervous. Chuckling loosely, you try to play it off as your eyes glance around your living room, “What do you mean, ‘we’?” 

There’s a shuffling over the phone for just a moment. Then, you hear that distorted voice again, but the pitch is slightly different. “C’mon, princess. You’ve seen the movies, you should know by now that there’s hardly ever only one killer.” The man says. 

Eyes all over every corner of the house, heart thumping slightly in your chest, you can feel your anxiety rising within. “I… I don’t understand.” You murmur softly.

And then… all the lights go out with a loud noise coming from somewhere outside. If you weren’t shaking in fear before, you damn sure are now. Your eyes go even wider and you move to put your phone on speaker, clicking your flashlight on right after. 

“S-Suguru, this isn’t funny! I like the movies ‘nd all but I’m not the biggest fan of being scared, you know that.” The person(s) on the phone can hear the clear trembling in your voice as you stand up and point your flashlight to whatever area your eyes land on, searching for any signs of anyone.

There’s a snicker over the line. “Oh but this iss funny, sweets.” The tone changed again—it’s still distorted in that famous Ghostface pitch, but it’s not Suguru nor the person who’d said something before. “You look sooo scared right now.”

Aw hell, that lets you know he (or they) can see you right now. Which is just great considering you can’t see shit aside from darkness and the few areas of your house that your light lands on. You’re scared to leave the living room but… you’re also terrified of staying right where you are. You don’t know how many Ghostface’s are in your house right now and you don’t know what the hell Suguru has planned for you tonight.

“Stop playing around! Turn the lights back on and quit this scary shit, Suguru.” You huff out into the call, taking one step to your right and hearing the floor creak below your foot.

The house is eerily quiet—which is ridiculously concerning considering how he-, they can see you but you can’t see them at the moment. How the hell are they talking to you without you hearing them? They are in your house now, right??

“You said you wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, baby.” The voice returns, as does that natural purr, letting you know it’s Geto talking once more. “You never said how many…”

You slowly walk around your couch and shift your flashlight toward the blinds, trying to get a look outside your windows. “Are you serious? That sounds insane. How many of you are there?!” Your gaze flicks toward the nearby staircase and you only scare yourself as your eyes get lost in the darkness of your home.

Geto’s still talking, “Including me, there’s three of us. How does that sound, hm? I’m obviously not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to but, you do know who we all are.”

You swallow thickly. “Do I?” This time your words leave in a whisper and you swear you hear a shuffling coming from upstairs.

Lord knows you’re scared out of your mind right now. But, it is comforting to know that whatever this is, your boyfriend is in control of it all. You trust him more than anything, so there’s no real reason to be scared… right? 

“Mhm. So how ‘bout we play a game?” Your boyfriend requests, and the sound of him smiling again is heard through his tone.

You stop walking entirely and your eyes are fixated upstairs as you flash your light up there. “Okay Jigsaw.” You snort, “What… What kind of game, huh?”

He sighs, almost sounding as though he were sitting back against something. “The one you and I were going to play. Y’know, you run around ‘n hide but if I find you, I fuck you. Let’s continue that but… with two others.”

“Suguru, you’re gonna let two other guys fuck me?” You’re beyond baffled by this whole thing. Never in a million years would you have expected this from your boyfriend. This is the same man who got mad a while ago for the way some guy who was all flirty with you at a restaurant…

Geto hums deeply, “S’long as you’re okay with it and they find you before I do, yeahh.”

“I didn’t know you were into that…” You reply, moving a hand to tug his shirt further down your body. Knowing that there was more than just him in the area right now made you a bit self-conscious.

“Didn’t know you were into masks but the Ghostface thing really does it for ya’, huh?” Suguru snaps back with that sass you know and love.

“I mean…” You shrug, “Yeah.”

“Right. So then, the game is simple. You try to hide and whoever finds you first; fucks you.”

“That’s it?”

“Oh, nooo. There’s more to this baby…” You swear you hear a creak upstairs—coming from somewhere down the left end of the hallway. It gives you the chills as Geto continues. “See, I know how loud you are when you cum so… tonight, I want you to be nice and quiet.”

You gulp, “What happens if I’m not?”

“Another one of us will find you.”

“Oh—“

“…And join in.” He steadily adds on with an amused smile on his face that you obviously can’t see right now.

Your heart races at the thought alone. “Oh.”

Just for extra consent, Geto tilts his head against the phone, “That alright with you?”

“Yes… but, wait do I still have to be quiet even if there ends up being two of you guys fucking me…?” You lean to the side a bit and aim your light toward the direction you heard the creak, spotting no one and no signs of life whatsoever.

“Yep.” Geto replies with a teasing pop of the ‘p’.

“But—“

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do fine. After all,” The voice changer clicks off and Suguru’s tone is nice and clear with you, “Y’know whose cock you’re supposed t’get loud on.”

You feel yourself throb at the sound of his voice without that stupid filter, puffing out a little sigh in reaction to his lewd words. 

“Oh, and by the way…”

“Huh?”

The voice changer clicks on one last time and he chuckles. “They’re already in the house.”

——

Okay, you knew Halloween was one of Suguru’s favorite holidays but shit you didn’t expect him to go all out like this.

Not one, not two, but three Ghostfaces in your home searching for you right now? You’re lucky the house is big and there are plenty of places to hide but fuck is your anxiety through the goddamn roof as you sit in the empty tub of your first-floor bathroom. The door is shut but not locked and you’ve got the tub curtain pulled closed, just in case one of them does happen to stroll in.

Obviously, this wasn’t the best hiding spot in the world but you wanted them to eventually find you. You were scared in the beginning because of how unexpected this was but now you’re just as excited as you were when you first received that infamous phone call and recited all the lines with your boyfriend.

As soon as the call had ended, you clicked your flashlight off and snuck around in search of a hiding place—which is roughly how you ended up where you are now…

Now you’re left wondering who would find you first. Well, that and who the hell is under two of those masks. You suspect one of them is Gojo Satoru since that’s your boyfriend’s best friend but the other guy… you’re not too sure. Geto said you knew him but that still doesn’t help much.

Your boyfriend has a lot of friends that you know. Which one does he trust enough to let them have their way with you??

After maybe fifteen minutes of sitting in the tub, you start hearing someone outside the bathroom door. Footsteps shuffle by and you can tell the person went off into your kitchen. Then you hear the sounds of doors and cabinets opening, all of which make your breath hitch.

It’s so nerve-wracking and exciting waiting for someone to swing open the bathroom door. The footsteps soon pass it again and you let out the faintest sigh.

…Only to hear those steps halt not too far off from the door. Then, they turn and your body stiffens up entirely as each thump against the hardwood floor draws closer and closer to the door. You can’t see it because of the shower curtains but, there’s a shadow at the bathroom door.

Then you hear a small clinking sound, followed by a very soft… thump? Almost as if someone were leaning against the bathroom door to listen.

It was so scarily exciting that you had to move a hand over your mouth to keep yourself as silent as possible. After which, it’s all so very motionless.

There’s no sound, safe for someone walking around upstairs, and you just know someone’s outside the bathroom door right now. Your heart sinks into your ass the moment you hear that doorknob turning torturously slow until it’s lightly pushed open. 

Then, there are but two soft steps taken inside and you don’t hear it but the door is closed behind whoever just entered.

They could be coming in to just use the bathroom… riiiight?

That’s extremely naive of you to think but a girl can only hope. Another step is taken deeper into the bathroom and that soft clinking sound you heard before is getting louder. It’s faint, almost like… jewelry or… necklaces slapping against one another gently. Jewelry… Necklaces… Which one of Geto’s friends do you know wears a lot of jewelry...? C’mon, think.

Necklaces… rings maybe… piercings—

The very second it clicks in your brain who this might be, you practically flinch right out of your skin as you spot a knife slowly moving to slide the bathtub curtain open. As the curtain is pulled open, you’re met with the tilted head of someone in a Ghostface costume.

Your eyes are all wide on them and you genuinely have no idea where on your body this guy is looking but the mask is actually quite scary when it’s all dark and neither of you is making any sudden movements.

His head slowly angles to the opposing direction, just like Ghostface often does in the movies, and you gulp loudly. The curtain is pinned to the wall by the knife in his hand and you think you’re sweating.

“Scared?” His voice is deep. Familiarly deep. It quickly confirms your suspicions of who’s face may be lying beneath that iconic mask.

With your eyes all frantic along what’s covering his face, noticing the bits of blood and cracks decorating it, you swallow thickly yet again. “Choso?” Your voice is hardly above a whisper and the air feels so heavy with tension.

His hand moves away from the wall and the knife, which you hope is fake, is placed on the edge of the tub with a soft tapping noise emitting into the still air. Then he takes that same hand and lifts it to pull his mask up to the right side of his face, revealing his expression to you as he crouches down to your eye level. You quickly feel your fear die off and it’s replaced with… something else as you study his face. There’s fake blood splattered on his skin, makeup extending the tattoo along the bridge of his nose, and piercings that stand out against his facial features.

“The tub, really?” He whispers to you, chuckling softly and flashing this kind smile at you that makes you feel overly warm inside. “S’this the best you could do? Y’know if I was a real killer you’d be dead right now, right?” Choso teases, all of his words kept in a low voice.

You roll your eyes and shift against the cold tub flooring, “I wouldn’t have hid in here if you guys were real killers, I’m not dumb.”

His lips curve into this sexy yet lazy smirk and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. You had a thing for Choso way back before you started dating Geto and it seems as though your body hasn’t forgotten why. “Yeahh?” Choso chastises with another tilt of his head, “Think you would be the final girl?”

Leaning forward a bit, you nod. “No, I know I would.”

Choso lets out a hum before biting his lower lip for a moment. Then, he lets it fall from in between his teeth and you think you’re in a trance. “Oh she’s cocky, huh?” He teases.

You smile at him and then push up to stand on your knees. Leaning all the way forward, you slowly reach for the knife and take it into your hands. Then you move to hold the tip of it right underneath his jaw and the sound of his breath hitching hits your ears just right. 

You openly stare at his lips and watch the way his smirk slowly transcends into a full cocky smile. “Y’know that’s not fake, right?” Choso hushes out to you.

The knife is carefully caressing his skin as you trace it up slightly to his chin, “It’s not?” You ask innocently, placing your free hand on the edge of the tub and watching how he slowly moves to sit on his knees so that he’s looking up at you.

His face is all pretty from this angle, big brown doe-eyes batting up at you so softly, such a pretty face of dark innocence presented before you. Who’s really the ‘victim’ here—you or him?

“Nah,” Choso whispers, “That’s a real knife.”

“Why would you carry around a real knife?” You ask in an equally soft tone as your brows twist up in confusion.

He shrugs. “Honestly, I was gonna ask if you were into a bit of knife play…” 

His words make your mind stray away from the situation at hand. Your imagination is quick to push out ideas and all sorts of scenarios that could have occurred with this knife of his had you not looked so scared when he first saw you…

“Are you?” The question in return makes Choso’s gaze flicker into something way more lustful than it was moments before.

He scoffs, “Am I? Why would I ask you about it if I wasn’t.”

“So… What, you wanna cut my clothes off of somethin’?” You ask carefully, steadily slipping the tip of the knife along his jawline.

Choso just barely nods his head in response.

“Y’know it’s funny you say that and yet you’re the one on your knees with a knife held up to your chin right now.” You point out with an all-knowing grin plastered all over your face.

Choso bites back a laugh. It’s cute that you think you have the upper hand here. “You and I both know that could easily change in a matter of seconds.” He claims.

And y’know, maybe it’s because you found yourself turned on by this whole game or maybe it’s simply because you wanted to fuck Choso but either way—you do not shy away from testing that theory. All you said was a simple ‘prove it’ and you found yourself in quite the position moments later.

It was one thing that Choso managed to easily gain a hold of the knife once more but it was another thing entirely that he was able to swiftly and quietly get you out of the tub and into his arms. All without even so much as grazing you with that sharp weapon too.

It was almost impressive, in all honesty.

Somewhere in the mix of all that, he ends up placing the knife down and soon has you sitting on the bathroom counter. Well, had you sitting on the bathroom counter—it quickly becomes a lot more than simply that.

Choso used that lil’ knife of his to cut down the center of your (Geto’s) shirt and was quick to have you all exposed to his overly greedy eyes. You were wearing nothing more than this lacy black set beneath that oversized shirt so it wasn’t much to get you unclothed.

One second he was cutting your shirt open and the next his lips were on yours. Then his pierced tongue was in your mouth and your arms were around his neck, tugging him closer to you and feeling his hard cock poking you through the thick layers of black clothes between you and him.

Which is exactly what led to the way you are currently.

Choso now has your legs spread wide open for him and his clothes are hardly even off, safe for the black cloak-like jacket that slipped off of his shoulders and the way his pants have been tugged down. He’s got on this black compression shirt and you spot the layered chains/necklaces hanging from around his throat that you heard earlier. Now leaning back slightly against the mirror behind you with your eyes set down between the two of you, you’re left watching the mean slap of Choso’s leaky cockhead against your clit. 

“Cho,” You whispered out pleadingly. He’d been doing this for the longest—tapping his thick cock against your clit and then rubbing it from side to side against you, feeling the way you leak onto the counter below and hearing those faint whines escaping your throat.

Then he has the nerve to have the sluttiest expression on his half-revealed face, eyes all low-lidded and glued to your exposed pussy, bottom lip locked in between his teeth as he holds back his own breathy sounds of pleasure, and brows all tense as if he’s not the one torturing the two of you like this. “Shiiiit,” Choso rasps out, sliding his cock down slowly and pressing his fat tip against your weeping hole. “Suguru was right, this pussy is s’fuckin’ loud ‘n messy…” He breathes.

Your lips are all parted and all you can do is pant softly as he lifts his tip away and then slaps it against your cunt again, listening to the shlick tapping sound that comes from your sex.

Almost in a daze, he glides his cock up and down your wet folds, “Look at herrr,” Choso purrs, “All wet f’me. Can’t believe he’s lettin’ us fuck you.” His hips push forward a bit and you feel the way his heavy shaft glides against your cunt instead of inside like you so desperately want him to.

You have to suppress the needy whine that threatens to escape your throat, holding one hand slightly over your mouth. “Choso, please.” You whisper beneath your palm.

He pulls his hips back and angles his tip back down to your entrance, pushing forward ever so slightly and teasing that tight ring of muscle, not trying to really push himself into you at all. “What is it, princess?” Choso taunts, smirking as he lifts his eyes up to your face, “Want me to fuck you?”

You throb at his words, nodding as if a second longer would have you pronounced dead. “Please,” You whine, trying your best to wiggle your hips forward.

Choso leans forward and moves his lips right up your ear, his breath all warm and tickly against your skin. “Yeah? Y’want my cock inside you that badly?” He says with another faint push of his hips. Every word that leaves his lips has you dripping all over him.

It’s not until you move your hand away from your mouth and place it on the counter space behind you, and whisper, “Yes Choso, just put it all the way in already, I’m losing my fuckin’ m-mind…” Your last word leaves a little shaky due to the way he suddenly moves a hand over your lips.

Pressing his palm against your mouth, you grow confused until you look over to the bottom of the bathroom door and see a shadow moving by. Yet another Ghostface was nearby.

Choso, not yet wanting to ruin his alone time with you, presses his lips further against your ear, and his other hand grips your thigh tightly. “M’not ready t’share you yet so, be really fuckin’ quiet f’me, alright?” His warning confused you for half a second before you felt him roll his hips forward with a sharp snap at the end, stuffing you full with every hard inch of his cock in one go.

Your eyes tear up and your mouth hangs open under his hand, a strangled moan escaping your throat. Choso’s dick is so stupidly big, reminding you of your boyfriend in more ways than one. Unlike Geto though, Choso’s got this ruthless right curve and just drags against your sweet spot with every small movement he makes, the rest of his cock felt throbbing and twitching wildly against your sodden walls.

He lets out a choked grunt against your ear and you can feel him humping his cock deeper inside you with these small maddening little thrusts. “Does he even fuck you? S-Shiiit…” Choso lets his thoughts be vocalized against the crown of your ear and you only squeeze around his girthy shaft. “S’fuckin’ tight.. God-, fu-uck…” His voice has this pretty lil’ crack at the end that makes you soak his cock even more, sloppy juices leaking all out from where the two of you are connected.

Choso has to tug his hips back a bit and he completely forgets that he recently heard someone walking by the bathroom as he mindlessly thrusts right back into you. Your eyes meet the back of your skull and you groan into his palm. The wet gurgles and squelches from your pussy are what draws attention to the bathroom, if any.

Which is something you can’t even control, especially not with the way Choso goes from short grunts in your ear to moaning delightedly against your skin and fucking his thick cock into your sinfully warm cunt. Deep and almost passionate strokes are made into you and he can’t help but rid his hand from your mouth at some point. Moving it back to your thighs, he sprawls your legs out even wider so his cock can dig deeper into you.

With your jaw still hanging open, the sounds of him fucking you against the counter slowly grow louder and louder. You’re trying not to moan but it’s so hard with him—Choso knows how to use his cock all too well and his eyes are studying your face so he knows where exactly he should be thrusting. Just the slightest shift of his hips causes drool to leak from the corner of your lips and that makes him flash this fucked-out little smile.

Choso leans up closer and his body sandwiches against yours for a moment. You swear you can feel his angry cockhead prodding at your guts because fuck is he in there deep. Not to mention how orgasmic it is to feel him drag his pierced tongue against your chin, lapping up the mess of drool from your face before shoving the muscle into your mouth and forcing you to suck on it.

That leaves your moaning drowned out for a bit and Choso takes the opportunity to pound himself into you like a damn madman. Your legs quickly begin to feel like jello in his hands and you couldn’t even focus on sucking on his tongue anymore. Then, he pulls his mouth away, just barely, and the two of you are staring deep into each other’s eyes as his pace gets faster. His hips are so sharp against you and you can feel his weighty balls slapping against your ass with every mean and pronounced thrust.

Your breath mingles with one another and you’re both so fucked out that you don’t even realize you’re a lot louder now until you spot the bathroom door cracking open in your peripherals. It barely makes a sound as it’s pushed open slightly and all you see is yet another person wearing a Ghostface mask—the sight alone and the clear eye contact you make with them leading straight to your orgasm.

The second Ghostface stands motionless, doing nothing more than watching the blissful way your eyes lull to the back of your head and you release this sweet moan of Choso’s name. Choso, oblivious to being watched right now, is so close to emptying himself inside you.

“F-Fuck,” He huffs, tipping his head back and looking up to the ceiling for a moment. “So tight… I’m gonna c-cum if you keep squeezin’ me like that.” His voice fluctuates here and there but by the time your eyes roll back into place, the bathroom door is shut and that second Ghostface is now standing right behind Choso.

You flinch and Choso chokes out a grunt at how tightly you just clenched around his cock. The second Ghostface is slow to lift his mask up a bit, only revealing his mouth with this recognizable snake bite piercing that has your cunt gripping onto Choso even tighter. Then, the man leans to Choso’s ear and practically scares him into cumming inside you.

“What do we have here, hm?” Gojo whispers, making Choso’s hips stutter against you. He then reaches a gloved hand around Choso and your neglected clit is met with his thumb swatting over it, “Can’t believe you found her first. S’not fair…” Gojo hums softly with a slight pout.

You have this dumbfounded look all over your face and you may be fucked out of your mind but you swear Choso’s cock is almost harder inside you. The two of you curse in unison as Gojo rotates his thumb against your clit in a sensual circle motion, making you clench again and Choso rolls his gaze back—only the whites of his eyes visible to you.

“K-Keep rubbin’ her like that,” Choso pants with a soft moan. “She’s so fucking tight… I’m gonna die in here, s-shit.” He curses dramatically.

Gojo flicks his thumb upwards against your clit with a nasty trickle of your slick oozing out onto Choso’s cock. “You’re not gonna die, Cho,” He says in a chastising tone with a smile on his face, taking his free hand to pull his mask further up so that you can see his eyes. 

You watch the way Gojo looks over Choso’s shoulder and stares at Choso’s lengthy cock disappearing in and out of your slobbering pussy. Gojo feels his own dick throb against his pants, pressing himself a bit closer to Choso and moving to talk into his ear. “I mean look at her,” Gojo directs, leading to Choso focusing his hazy gaze onto your face. “You’re already fucking her to tears, you’re not gonna die, heh. You’re fuckin’ her good.”

That last praise is what causes Choso to slump forward against you and roll his hips harshly against you—followed by which is a thick spurt of cum as he finishes inside you with a broken groan pouring from his lips. All as Gojo keeps his thumb on your clit, despite his hand getting squished in between you and Choso’s body. 

Then Gojo smirks and leans in toward Choso again, “There ya’ go, good boy. Let it all out inside her. Jus’ like that…” 

You don’t think you’ve ever been this… ruined before in your life. Watching Gojo tease and praise Choso like that while you were still being fucked and your clit was being stimulated led to you abruptly squirting. Choso’s cock slips right out of you and Gojo removes his hand just so that both of them could watch you let out that filthy lil’ stream.

Choso’s completely out of it as he watches your pussy spasm wildly. “Holy…” He whispers, hardly able to finish the rest of his statement.

Gojo clicks his tongue, “Suguru didn’t tell us you were a squirter. Or, has he never made you do that before?” He asks, slowly lifting his eyes up to your face.

You look like you’re about to pass out, your body all sweaty as you lean back against the mirror again and pant heavily. “He… hah, f-fuck, h-he has.” You squeak out softly.

Gojo hums before looking back down, allowing Choso to step (stumble) back slightly past him so he can catch his breath. Then, once Choso is completely out of the way and the space between your legs is left vacant—Gojo lets out an alarming chuckle.

He watches the way Choso’s cum dribbles out of your overstimulated cunt, glob after glob leaking out so prettily that Gojo can’t help but crouch down to get a closer look. Your eyes lazily follow his snowy head of hair and watch as his face is repositioned in between your spread legs. He moves his gloved thumb to your pussy lips and sloshes that mix of you and Choso’s cum around against you. 

Then, Gojo flicks his gaze up to you and you gulp. He looks you dead in the eyes before spreading your lips further apart with his thumb and leaning forward. Your jaw drops in shock as Gojo cups his mouth against your pussy and suckles the mess from Choso into his mouth.

You whine, “S-Satoru—oh, w-wait,” You’re left gasping as you shoot a hand down to his hair and grip him tightly.

Gojo groans deeply and you feel his tongue lap against your saturated cunt leisurely. Moving up and down in a sloppy filthy manner, your legs are trembling while Gojo cleans you up casually. 

Choso’s sitting on the nearby toilet seat now, batting his lashes at Gojos actions in shock. “Satoru you… you know I just—“

“Mhmm,” Gojo mumbles into your pussy, pulling his lips back just barely to allow a cool slap of air to hit you. Then, he swallows. “You both taste really,” Gojo leans back in to kiss your cunt, “Mmph… fuckin’ sweet.” He murmurs against you before slithering his tongue inside you.

Your back arches and your legs move to close around his head as your fingers tug desperately on his locks of hair. “S’toru,” You mumble, “Fuck. Please… mgh, n-needa’ break. I-I can’t—“

Gojo tilts his head and smiles into your honeyed slick, “Sweetheart,” He rasps against you, suckling on your taste for a moment longer before pulling off with a wet pop! “I jus’ got here ‘n you want a break from me already?” He says, pushing out his bottom lip to pout. “That’s so mean.”

Before you even get the chance to argue with that, he’s diving right back in and eating you out like a man staved. Sucking, licking, kissing, spitting—Gojo’s between your legs in some kind of trance as he drools all over his current meal. He’s such a messy eater too, his actions quickly leading to the lower half of his face being coated with remnants of you.

After a bit, Choso seems to have collected himself and he’s soon standing up. His pants have been hastily pulled up and you’re too lost in the overstimulation Gojo’s giving you to realize Choso is approaching you too. When your eyes lift, you see Choso with his Ghostface mask back over his face and his phone held in his right hand.

Cocking his head to the side, he looms closer to Gojo and sneaks a, now gloved, hand into his bright white tufts of hair, prying his mouth away from your cunt with a harsh tug. You watch with teary eyes as Choso holds his phone up to Gojo’s face, and hums out a low, “Smile.” With the voice changer turned on.

Gojo sparks a toothy grin and his expression is all high in pleasure. He looks faded out of his mind, simply off of eating you out alone. The flash from Choso’s phone lights up the bathroom and within the picture he just took, only your legs are visible dangling over Gojo’s shoulders. They’d just recreated that infamous photo you see around this time of year all over your socials. Usually, the victim would be laid out stomach first on the floor and Ghostface would tug their head up by their hair but, this definitely works too.

“Atta’ boy,” Choso praises after he’s taken the desired amount of pictures. 

Gojo looks up to you and he’s pretty sure he can see little hearts in your eyes as you glance back and forth between him and Choso. “You don’t mind, do ya’? We wanna have somethin’ to remember this by,” He tells you.

You simply shake your head no and both of the men in front of you smile. Choso then nods his head a little before using his grasp on Gojo’s hair to shove him back down in between your legs—earning a surprised hum from your throat and a muffled groan from Gojo’s. 

Despite the little Surprise, Gojo gets back to work with his mouth and you end up leaning forward a bit in surprise. Choso moves over to the side a bit and he feels you drop a hand to Gojo’s head to give him a light push away so he can ease up on you. In contrast to this, Choso steals your attention by wrapping a free hand of his around your throat. Your eyes shoot up to him and you’re met with the eyes of Ghostface since he’s got the mask back on.

Purposefully, he does that head tilt again. So slowly does it tip to the side as Gojo’s teeth graze your clit, causing you to let out a pleasureful yelp. “Fuck!” You gasp, to which Choso removes his hand from Gojo’s hair.

Creeping up along your body, Choso grabs a greedy handful of your breast before leaning in. “That was loud, princess. You’re gonna get us all caught,” He snickers to you.

Your bottom lip quivers and you think the sight of it makes Choso feel bad. He takes his hand off of your tits for just a second to pull his mask up and then returns his gasp. Both of you have the same idea in mind but it’s you that reaches for him this time, tugging him in so that his lips can meet yours again.

And then it’s just sloppy from there on out. Anyone with ears could walk past that bathroom, or anywhere down stairs for that matter, and hear the sliding of lips over one another followed by gurgled gasps and barely muffed goans. Choso’s making out with you while he plays with your tits in his hands and Gojo’s still lost in between your legs.

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and your head is beginning to spin from how good you feel everywhere. It only gets worse when the two start muttering praises out to you.

Dragging his lips down to your chest, Choso hushes out these elated whispers, “C’mon pretty girl, don’t tap out on us jus’ yet.”

Then there’s Gojo who moves to suck on your inner thigh. “Yeahh, don’t tap out. Let us make you feel good, baby.” He hums into your skin.

The counter beneath your ass is a slippery wet mess just like the bottom of Gojo's face and all the way down his neck with the way he let your juices trickle along his skin as he ate. All three of you get a little lost in the moment for quite some time. So much that you all seem to forget there’s supposed to be a third Ghostface.

Who, unknowingly, ends up silently opening the bathroom door and catching the way his two friends have his girlfriend all spread out ‘n ruined like some slut. Geto swore he almost came in his pants at the sight alone. You don’t seem to notice he’s standing there and you’re the only one facing him. His eyes are all over your wet expression, watching and listening to you moan two other guy’s names.

He didn’t even want to say anything. Geto just wanted to remain where he was and watch because lord knows if he joins in he won’t last longer than a few seconds. So, he does exactly that—going completely unnoticed there for a while. 

Up until Gojo pulls his mouth off of you for a second. He looks up to see Choso decorating your chest in hot kisses and wet hickies, the two of you constantly making eye contact with one another before he moves his lips to yours again. Fuck just watching you two was hot. So hot that it makes Gojo wonder where the hell his best friend is at and why he’s missing out on all this.

Which is what leads to him turning around to glance back at the bathroom entrance, quickly spotting Geto standing there leaning against the door frame. Well, shit. It’s in that moment that Gojo realizes he sees the appeal in the whole Ghostface thing because fuck is his best friend just as hot as everything and everyone else in this damn room.

After Gojo, you’re the next person to realize your boyfriend is now present, and then Choso seconds later. Each of you have this face as if you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to but that little detail is irrelevant given how Geto could care less about how he was the last to find you. And sure, he may have watched you run into the bathroom earlier and could’ve gone in there to scare you a while ago but, watching Choso and Gojo eventually find you and then listening to them interact with you from outside the bathroom was far more entertaining.

—

So, one thing led to another and…

You find yourself laid out in your bed all over again, this time accompanied with three men. Geto was the first to get himself situated—seating himself not too far away from the bed and telling you to “put on a show for him”.

By this point, who were you to even question him? If Gojo and Choso were leading things before, they damn sure aren’t now because it’s you who’s ordering them around and letting them know where you want them. Starting with you on all fours, showing off that arch that Geto has had you perfect over the years. Then your legs part slowly and Gojo’s behind you in a trance as he watches you move a hand to spread your cunt open for him.

“You spoil us, sweetheart,” Gojo rasps in a low pitch, voice slightly hoarse from how long he’d gone without talking earlier. 

You wanted to focus on him some more but a pair of fingers are placed on your chin and your face is quickly redirected to the second man of need. The moment your head turns, you’re met with Choso’s fat cockhead right in front of your face. Batting your lashes, you’re slow to look all the way up to him and see the way he’s smirking down at you.

“‘Could get off on that look alone, y’know.” Choso comments deeply in reference to your wide glossed over eyes and how close his tip is to your lips.

Gojo’s behind you frowning at the way Choso stole your attention yet again. In an attempt to, at least, have your mind on him once more, Gojo simply pushes his hips forward and eyes the sloppy part of your pussy spread against his pink tip. He hears it, Choso hears it, they all hear the way you gasp softly. It’s like they’re all hyper aware of every sound or slight movement you make.

Immediately after, your hips are wiggling back and Gojo’s quick to palm the fats of your ass. “Finally givin’ me some attention now, huh?” He quips.

You pull away from Choso’s touch just to look back at Gojo. “Suguru should’ve told you guys, I hate bein’ teased.” The way you force yourself back on him not even a second after that last word is leaving your lips has Gojo’s jaw falling and his fingers curling into your skin.

“W-Woah sweets, you could’ve warned me f-first…” He stammers, eyes dropping down to your greedy cunt swallowing up his lengthy inches of cock like it’s nothing. Gojo had to bite back a whine as he listened to the syrupy squelches that came with each backward push of your hips. “Fuuck, don’t stop. Give it t’me, baby.”

Gojo doesn’t even have to move yet and you’re already letting off a shaky moan, driving your hips back carefully and feeling him fill up every inch of your cunt. He’s all dazed while he watches his aching cock delve deep inside you, inch by inch—you take him like you were fuckin’ made for him. 

The man is just dazed. He understands why Choso said he was gonna die earlier becuase fuckin’ hell he’s not even all the way in yet and you’re already clamping around his veiny shaft with no intention of ever letting go. And the goddamn arch you have, they way your ass looks all pretty backing up against him—

Gojo’s thrusting forward before he even realizes he is and his hands slide up to your hips to hold you nice ‘n steady. Your legs shake and your jaw mirrors his with the way it just hangs open. Then there’s your eyes and the way they roll back, a delicious moan exiting from deep within your throat.

He definately fucks you harder than Choso was earlier because you can feel his cock everywhere—he has you so stupidly full and dumb on his dick within seconds, landing a mean hand down onto your ass amid his thrusts.

“Ohh fuck, Suguru y’had this pussy all to yourself all this time?” Gojo grunts. “…S-Selfish bastard.”

Gojo’s hands are arguably slimmer than your boyfriends but his grip on you is just the same. Hence why you can’t do anything as he tugs you back to meet his rough pounding. Hell, all you’re left with is a brain full of nothing as your head turns to face forwards and you unconsciously look up at a stunned Choso.

His hand is wrapped around his cock and despite being right in front of your face, he’s definitely jerking off to they way Gojo’s fucking you (or maybe just to Gojo himself, who knows). When Choso does look down, you see his brows twist up and his lips part.

Your mouth is already hanging open so clearly you’re silently offering to help him, right? Which is why he angles himself toward your gape mouth and grunts, “Open up f’me pretty girl, nice ‘n wide…”

And you do, widening your mouth for him to slide his cock in steadily. Choso hisses at the sensation, the underside of his cock gliding down the center of your slobbering wet tongue so lewdly that it makes his teeth grind together. God, if you weren’t every bit of perfect like this. He watches the way his dick fills your mouth and feels how ridiculously tight your throat is as he eases his hips forward.

Almost in unison, Gojo and Choso and up tossing their heads back—one letting out a guttural groan and the other releasing a sweet moan. You’re soaked just about everywhere. Your pussy is sobbing and dripping around Gojo’s cock and your mouth is hardly any better with the way drool is dribbling down from your chin and onto the bed.

All as your boyfriend is losing his ever loving mind. 

Geto came twice in his hand already and yet he’s still bucking his hips up into his fist. He’s never been this hard in his life. Something about watching you get absolutely ravaged by his two friends just make his dick throb in ways he cannot explain. You look perfect too, so damn angelic despite the rather sinful situation you’re in. There’s a creamy mess of cum slicked up and down Geto’s length from the thick tip to his base.

You’re busy getting fucked to tears (again) by Gojo and Choso, one of which has a heavy hand on your head encouraging your throat further around his curved cock and the other keep’s snapping his hips against your ass with his weighty balls grazing your clit every now and then. 

You’re all so screwed. This is like something straight out of a damn porno and yet you didn’t care. Hell, you could hardly fathom enough thoughts at the moment to care.

And of course all three of them are just babbling all sorts of things to you, teasing you, taunting you, making you dizzy with pleasure.

Gojo’s back there spreading your ass apart and watching how wet you’ve gotten his dick, smiling sinfully at the sight. “Look at this pretty girl,” He grunts, “Takin’ my cock so. fucking. well. ungh.”

Then there’s Choso, nodding along as if he agrees with Gojo’s groaned words. His fingers are buried into your hair and by this point he’s fucking your face at the same rate Gojo’s fucking your cunt. “Her throat’s even better—shit. Y’should see how her lips look wrapped around me right now. Especially when I get,” Choso pauses just to give his hips one tortuously slow push, making you deepthroat his angry cockhead. “Right here, f-fuck.”

Again, Geto’s on the side just losing himself at the moment. You make the mistake of glancing over at him and his eyes lock with yours. Geto’s bottom lip is quivering and you watch his hand jerk himself off faster, his legs shifting open and closed as he overstimulates himself. Some nerve you had to look at him as if you don’t have two cocks inside you right now.

“M’gonna cum,” Geto’s muttering to himself over and over in some fucked-out little mantra. 

Watching his head toss back and the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down is probably one of the sexiest sights. The Ghostface mask is all pulled up and his hair is splayed out in a mess of strands.

You end up gagging around Choso when Gojo hits your sweet spot for the sixth time in a row, your fingernails clawing against the sheets below. That’s all it takes for Choso to pull out and come undone all over your face without warning. In his defense, he wasn’t expecting your throat to tighten around him like that so suddenly…

Geto’s not too far behind, cumming in thick ropes with a sexy groan of your name leaving his lips—a sight you barely get to see because then Gojo’s leaning over you and your torso is suddenly pressed down against the bed for a moment. Then, you’re tugged up by a harsh grasp of your hair and Gojo’s fucking you even rougher than he was before, pressing his lips right against your ear.

“Fuckin’ slut,” He degrades so suddenly, wraping a free hand around your waist just to swat a finger over your clit again. “Look at this mess,” Oh, he’s just mean all of a sudden. Gojo lets go of your hair and turns your face toward him, leaning in and… licking the remnants of Choso’s release off of your face, again.

Your breath hitches and you wish you could have said something snarky but then you’re shoved right back down onto the bed. Gojo shifts his gaze to Choso, who flinches at the sudden eye contact, and then motions for him to come closer.

Once he does, Gojo grabs him by the jaw and pulls him in. “Open your mouth,” He breathes out hotly.

Choso bats his lashes at the man but doesn’t hesitate, parting his lips and taking the extra step as to sticking his tongue out. Gojo spits right onto the center of it and then smirks, “Good boy, now swallow it ‘n taste yourself f’me.” 

It’s right about then that you release for the nth time of the night, followed by you squirting again due to the exchange you just heard between those two men. Then, as you wait for the stars in your vision to clear out, you hear Choso gulp loudly.

Half-way smiling to himself, Choso scoffs. “Guess you were right… I do taste pretty sweet.”

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You moved your hand smoothly, coordinated despite the agitating noise in your mind. The breakfast was simple, sweet just how he enjoyed it. Not like you did it intentionally. You only gave Satoru a side glance when he came into the kitchen, enough to see him yawn, stretching his arms above his head, enough to catch a glimpse of his waist. Annoying.

“Oh, no chocolate?”

His mouth twitched at the glare you sent over your shoulder as he approached you from behind. Satoru’s hand settled on your waist, giving you a peck on the cheek. You didn’t budge. The pancakes were more worthy of your attention, spreading maple syrup over them and the berries sprawled on top.

Your voice was robotic, a passive-aggressive tone melded into it.

“I thought we said we would try to eat healthier.”

He clicked his tongue, a silent complaint that carried no real weight, more teasing than anything. But somehow, Satoru was more composed than usual, murmuring a quiet “Okay” before he gave you another peck and returned to the table.

As clueless as Satoru might seem, he could feel a pressure hanging over him, yet he decided to brush it off for now. His attention focused on the phone, smiling at some pictures Yuuji sent him. He looked up at you when you placed the plate in front of him and he noticed you taking a glance at what he was watching.

“Thank you, baby. Want to see them?”

You cut him off as you sat down on the chair across from him.

“How was the mission?” He blinked when he heard the slight sharpness in your tone. You looked at him seriously, even as the sound of forks only mixed with the tension. “Was it hard for them?”

He gestured with a hand, smiling faintly.

“No, it was pretty easy.” He turned around in the chair, crossing one leg over the other as he rolled the pancake with his fingers(like a freak), taking a bite before speaking again. “No special grade curses. Ah, you really should’ve seen Yuuji throwing—“

“A week spent on grade 4 curses?”

It was the second time Satoru got cut off, but he didn’t mind. He only raised an eyebrow.

“Well, it was an infestation at the hospital. Both of them.”

“Both?”

“Yes. Two hospitals next to each other. The second one contained the actual source of curses.”

You hummed, swallowing your words. Still not excusable. The chair scraped against the floor as you rose to your feet to dump the plate, not wanting to wash it because it meant staying here longer with him.

On the other hand, Satoru sized you up, the teacher clothes really suited you, making your curves more accentuated, appealing to his lovely blue eyes.

You caught him when you turned around, almost making him embarrassed by the way you looked at him, like he wasn’t allowed.

“Already going? Do you want me to drive you to Jujutsu High?” You walked towards the exit door of your apartment as he lifted his hand, trying to brush against your, to catch you, anything. Where was his goodbye kiss?

“I saw you had fun with the kids at the beach.”

“It was fun. Maybe we can go soon? Hm?”

“Bye, Satoru.”

The door handle clicked shut, not so gently, leaving Satoru dumbfounded.

Sooo… someone’s mad.

***

It’s not a common occurrence to go without him at school. Because he is late most of the time, not because you avoid people seeing you together. A few words of dissent might have been uttered by the higher-up at first, but Satoru dismissed your worries. He said their inability to act beyond mere complaints, given their own exploitation of him, while he retained the freedom to pursue his own aims with his title. And you hate them anyway.

It’s not a common occurrence for him to be all over your place when you worked, following you in classes or anything. Maybe before you got together. He had an evil desire to tease you, calling it "courting." And now you feel like you were right in the beginning.

Just now, sitting in a small window to drink the second coffee with Shoko in a relaxing corner, near her working place since your office it's next to her, was distrupted by your not-so lovely boyfriend.

"Hello, hello. Might if I join?"

Shoko observed as you sighed, turning your ergonomic chair to focus on the papers ahead for the next lesson. As highly skilled as she is as a doctor, the primary physician for Jujutsu High School, Shoko was your first help when you joined the school. You were teaching her methods to young generations that might be their followers, or at least be educated in this area.

Shoko checked her hand clock, puffing out the smoke in the room. The air purifier might come in handy, but by the way Shoko smokes at least 1 pack a day, it still made Satou wave the polluted air with his hand.

"Shouldn't you be in the class?"

"Should I? Maybe." He gave his friend his usually carefree grin as he came behind you, giving both of your shoulders a little squeeze, massaging the knots, the contraction of your tired muscles that indeed needed relief, but now they tensed further as he was the one touching you. He bent down, tilting his head until his face was next to you, watching your focused, serious look as you scribbled some points you needed to explain soon. "But more important is to see what my lovely partner is doing, right?"

Shoko flicked the cigarette in the ashtray, her elbow sitting lazily near it on her desk. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, not like she cares about what's other business, but more like curiosity to see why her friend purposely ignores Satoru. She understands, anyway.

"You can see now." You murmur, giving him a short glance, not letting your eyes linger on his, black sunglasses sitting lower on the nose so it was hard to avoid the galaxies in his eyes.

"I'm always impressed by how much effort you put into these lessons. Really, you deserve a promotion."

"Shoko deserves one first."

Shoko snorted, shaking her head slightly as she spoke. "Yeah, like they will ever do promotions."

He was too damn close, feeling the warmth of his breath on your face, making your skin prickle in return.

"Nothing I couldn't resolve."

In moments like this, Satoru will wait for a retort back, rolling your eyes, anything. But the only thing he could see was the weight of your grip on your pen, ink pressing on the sheet, eyes not meeting his, body unmovable, basically just accepting his presence. He straightened his body, biting his lip before he made eye contact with Shoko, who gave him a funny, small look, telling him, ‘You fucked up, huh?’. He shoved his hand in his pants pockets, watching your back as he spoke.

"Okay, okay. Someone is busy. I get the message. I'll wait for you after school, yes?" At the lack of an answer, Satoru spoke again as he opened the door for him to leave. "Yes, [Name]?"

"Yeah." You gestured with your hand, not turning around. "Good luck with…whatever you're doing. Bye."

"Mhm. Bye, baby."

You could feel Shoko's stare on you as you mumble under your breath.

"Don't ask."

***

Satoru was a man of his words, when he wanted to.

As you left the school, not even taking a step outside of it, a car's tires lost traction, causing a screeched sound to trouble your ears. The door opened automatically, giving you a free show of your lover sitting there—arm resting on the edge of the car window while he propped his head against his knuckles, the other arm was lazily over the black wheel. His black glasses still on, the irritating grin still on his face.

"Right on time."

"Mhm."

You come on his left, to the empty seat, even though your intrusive thoughts suggest you go in the back, treating it like a normal taxi drive, but that's too petty.

Speaking on the back seat, Satoru turned his body dramatically. "Oh, right." His long hand was searching for something until he found it. A bouquet of flowers. "These are for you."

Ajisai flowers. The most iconic apology flowers in Japan. Rooted in a historical folktale where an emperor gifted them to a maiden to apologise for neglecting her.

You glanced at them, then at him as he gave you a soft smile, like the flower choice wasn't intentional.

Everything is intentional with Satoru.

"Thank you, Satoru. They are beautiful." You smiled back only with your eyes, but it was enough for him. But then, you added. "Especially this kind of flower."

Satoru starts driving, his hand moving smoothly. He gave you a short glance, pretending to be sooo focused on the drive.

"Yes? They suited you."

"Yes? Should I also buy Nemophila ones? They match your eyes."

Nemophilia, or "baby blue eyes", flowers symbolise the sentiment of "I forgive you."

He chuckled, and you felt more annoyed as he completely dodgedthe subtle remark. "To give me flowers? I'm not sure, baby. Never received before."

You took your eyes away from him, deciding to focus more on the window and the passing cars; it was easier to control the situation.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to give you anytime soon."

Sometimes, he likes to open the door for you manually, running to your door like a gentleman would do, but today, as he wanted to press the button, you stopped him mid-air.

"Don't need to."

You missed his puzzled expression as he looked at you getting out of the car while you already started walking towards your shared house. Since his money wasn't ever a problem, the house wasn't small either. And now, it overwhelmed you, wanting only to go inside, take a bath and do anything that didn't include him. He almost ran, more like jogging towards you until he opened the front door for you.

For once, Satoru was silent. He barely heard your murmured "Thank you", as you didn't even look at him. You dropped your clothing on the coat rack, your shoes came off, and you were out.

He should talk, shouldn't he? He dropped himself over the couch, looking at the ceiling and almost laughed at himself. His love is upstairs, ignoring him, and here he is, forced to face his feelings. He almost feels like a teenager. A sudden thought entangled him. What will his old friend say? He will probably know how to resolve this. He always did… before.

Anyway, Satoru rewinds the last week, even scrolls through the messages. The universe even decided to help him a little with some random thoughts passing through his mind and old flashbacks of your fight with him before he joined a mission. It was a dangerous one. You didn't even like him that time. Or you did? Now he needs to know. Maybe he was clueless back there and he missed the subtle signs. But he remembers you told him something along the lines of "Call us. At least to let us know you're good." As he brushed your fear off. He's the strongest, did you forget? “Please, Satoru. Don't act so arrogant. It doesn't help!" At the second line, Satoru looked at you a second too long under his white bandages that hide his eyes, before nodding to you slowly.

You hate not knowing his whereabouts. It's not really personal, is it? More like, you fear your closest one can disappear all of the sudden. In fact, he realises he is not so much different from you. Besides that, in the morning you said something about the beach he went to. You didn't speak about things like this randomly. It might mean something.

Satoru sighed, raising himself from the couch. Less talk, more action. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you coming down the stairs in your pyjamas, wearing a satin nightgown over it, probably coming right from the bath. Beautiful, he thought. Still, how long did he stay here on the couch?

"I wanted to buy some takeout. Your favourite?"

Your back was to him, taking a glass to fill with water from the cabinet above your head. He almost hissed as your shorts raised a little, more skin visible to his eyes. You caught him as he did so; your late response wasn't minded since Satoru's mind was somewhere else entirely for a moment.

"Not hungry. Maybe later."

He watched you go again to the stairs. Your firm steps played with his heart, at least a little. Every step was in tandem with his pulse.

"[Name]."

This really shouldn't take too long.

On your side, your thoughts were anything but calm. Did I do too much? You missed him, probably as much as he missed you. You're sure he realised something is off by the time he came home and you didn't hug or kiss him, not at night, not in the morning, not all day. But he wouldn't learn if you'll accept anything.

You hate doing games like this. You know he cares about you. Damn, sometimes you're surprised by how affectionate Satoru can be. Yet, when he refuses to be serious when you need him to, a fear takes root inside of you. Should you cut the roots? Sure. Easy to say. You said you were not hungry. You were. Well, more hungry for something else entirely.

You hate it when he looks at you like this. Like he wants you right here and here. Even before, you knew something restless sat behind those blue eyes when he looked at you. Maybe he wasn't even aware of it. You hate it when he craves your touch because it makes you crave it too. It's not even about sex, but the desire to be close to each other, two souls apart that can't resist much without each other. But you're still annoyed by him. By leaving for no reason for so much time. He should've at least told you, not treating you like a common friend he usually speaks with, not minding giving any personal details.

Well, he did share pictures every time with him. Or the kids. Or with a random cat, dog, or any animal he found. Or every place he visited.

You sighed, staring at the ceiling until you heard the bathroom door. Your pulse ticked every time you heard a step of him from the corridor. Shit, he is coming here.

You rise from the bed, already up when he enters the door and sees you preparing for the next day at school, making your bag and choosing your clothes. Satoru sized you up, seeing the slight tremble in your body.

That's it.

You felt his presence closer and closer until your breath stilled.

Satoru’s hand brushed lightly against your arm, the other finding a place on your waist. As you felt it, the impulse to turn around to escape his intoxicating heat stilled, just like ghe air in you lungs when he whispered against your ear, tilting his head in doing so.

“Can I know why my baby ignored me all day?” He sensed you wanted to move, not giving you a chance when his arms, which just sent goosebumps over your arm until now, came on top of your belly, pushing you against him. “Should I drag the answer myself?”

Your voice wavered, an opening for him.

"I—I don’t want to talk.”

He hummed against your ear, his face buried in your neck. “You don’t want to?" He left faint kisses here and here, enough for your skin to heat. “Then can I make you talk?” You place your hand over his on your belly, intent on escaping his grip as your pulse accelerates, blurring your senses and your anger. “Hmm? You know…I can't take it anymore.”

He let you go from his warm embrace as you turned around, having a much clearer look at how your chest rises and how your eyes glimmer with passion as he barely could take your glare seriously.

“I’m mad at you.” You stepped back as he stepped closer until your legs hit the bed. “You can’t come to me and do whatever you want.”

Satoru’s palm wraps around your pointed finger, gently for now. But his look was anything but gentle.

“Whatever I want?” He looked down at you, his face inches apart while one of his hands cupped your chin and the other was on your hip, gripping tight enough to immobilize you. “But the way you look at me seems to say something else.” His thumb comes to spread your lip, making your mouth open as you did almost unconsciously. His own mouth twitched as you responded to his touch, coming closer to brush his lips against yours. When he straightened, letting you all panting while he distanced himself, you swore you wanted to strangle him and he chuckled. “Or am I wrong?”

Satoru’s eyes lingered on you until his gaze rested on the lingerie you chose; the bra barely showed, hidden, but he knew what it was. His patience was on edge, realizing that even if he might upset you genuinely and for that is sorry, all this attitude was hiding another thing too. You want him. You missed him. But it will not be easy. Still, Satoru definitely knows how to handle you.

“You are.”

Satoru’s smile widened at your answer, letting the distance between you two fade again as he glanced first at your eyes, then at your lips. He whispered against them.

“Yeah?” You only nod, unsure of your voice to speak again as your mouth parted slightly before he brushed his lips over yours, breath faltering. Then, he did it again one more time.

When you didn’t stop him, Satoru stole your glance once before he finally kissed you, one hand cupping your cheek, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, the other one placed behind, on your head, to guide you closer, much closer than you expected. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you couldn’t stop yourself from not responding back, triggered by the small, pleased sound he gave you.

Satoru’s lips left you, leaving you breathless, a mess—and dizzy from how much his taste affected you. His eyes were so intense, you could say they were the ones making you lower yourself until you sat on the bed, not his hands that were placed on your shoulders.

When he lowered himself until his knees hit the floor, a switch inside of him flipped. He gripped you by the thighs, dragging you all of a sudden as your back met the mattress, legs now around his body.

“Satoru, what are you—“

“Shh. Now you lost the chance to complain.” Your shorts come off in an instant, hardly giving you time to react, before he parts your legs. “Not like you didn’t want exactly that.”

You raise on your elbows, hair all over your face as you try to blow it off.

“I didn’t.”

You gasped when his hands started wandering between your inner thighs, making them shiver from anticipation. He glanced at the wet spot over your white panties, matching the hidden bra, before he looked up at you. Your flustered expression, trying to act innocent, was all in vain for Satoru’s six eyes.

He comes over to you then, only kneeling next to your body. One of his hands is placed next to your head in support as the second one starts brushing your skin, from the top to the bottom of your body, in a teasing manner. He comes back over your breast, squeezing both of them by turns over the clothes. He drags from the middle of the blouse down roughly—now the white bra is on full display. Your cheek burned as you avoided his gaze and looked mindlessly in the other direction. And if you matched them, what?

His big palm comes under your breast to let them breathe over the bra, playing with your nub before he comes to lick around it in slow flicks of his lips. What you did was a mistake when you looked down at him, as he was already watching you, a twinkle of roguishness in his blue eyes. He palmed the other breast and switched to do the same treatment as you start moaning without meaning to. You refused to give him that so freely.

Satoru lifts himself, looking at how sexy you look as ravished as right now—hair sprawled all over, swollen breast out of your bra, legs apart with a full view on your wet panties.

He missed you too.

Satoru’s hand comes between your legs, hovering over your waistline and teasing the tensed muscle here. “And you tell me my favorite match on you wasn’t on purpose.”

“You catch it fast.”

“Hmm.” He didn’t miss the sarcasm in your tone, nor did he notice you biting your lip in distress, curious of what he might do. It’s not happening often, but it did happen to see this side of Satoru before, especially when you two fight.

In fact, the first time you had sex with him was like this.

When the tips of his fingers start rubbing over your clit, you realize you already lost it, two fingers set above your needy spot, while his thumb played with it.

“Do you want it?” Your moans escaped from your mouth as he set the panties aside, touching your skin directly; his long fingers leave trails between your folds, gathering more wetness to rub your clit faster. “Tell me.”

He was mean in his touches, alternating between giving you fast, circled motions, applying more pressure, the way you love it when you’re wet enough, and slow, faint ones that keep you wanting more. “Do you want me?”

“You’re so arrogant.” Your eyes closed, eyes scrunching in pleasure. “D-Did I told you that before?”

What was more surprising was that his voice turned deeper and hoarser as he watched you so intensely, the playful glint disappearing for now. As scary as he was in fights, Satoru had a singular purpose right now that you’re afraid to find out.

In a smooth manner, he lowered himself until he was again in his initial position, between your legs, and your hands came instantly to his head when his mouth found your pussy, sucking around your trembling clit, flicking his tongue around it, and slurping all the wetness you gave him. You gasped loudly when he slapped you here for touching his hair, watching you as he did so.

“Satoru!” You looked surprised at him as he teased your clit with his fingers one more time before he rose to his feet. You understood instantly when his hands came to unbuckle his belt. “Don’t you dare—“

His knees hit the bed as he came over to you. His gaze didn’t leave yours, taking both of your hands above your head.

“Satoru, no—“

The metal clicked, and your hands were now tied as you tried to budge it. When he whispered against your lips, his teasing glint returned for a moment.

“Much better.”

“Oh, you’re done. You’re so…” Satoru was already between your legs, continuing to eat you again. "…f-fucking done.”

He gripped you tight, squeezing in surrender around his head as his mouth devoured you how he wanted, how he needed, not caring about every twitch of your muscles while his face was buried here. You had no hope but to keep up with his slurps and licks while your moans turned worse.

“God—Don’t stop…”

At your appreciative words, he slowed his moves and you whined, before his fingers switched places to play with your clit instead.

“Tell me.”

“Why did you s… Tell you w-what?”

“What I asked before.” His finger circled slowly, dragging it down only to come again and again until it finds your pussy, teasing your entrance. "Or do you already forget?”

His tone seemed neutral, but you could see on his face he was intentionally teasing, like he wanted you to pay off for the attitude.

“Fuck y—“ You moaned as he slipped his fingers inside your pussy, slowly to stretch you at first until he pumped it faster.

“Be careful, love. This night can be much longer for you if you’re not.”

Satoru comes over to you, his body warm and overwhelming, the scent driving you more mad than you already were. He swallowed your moans, kissing you as you barely responded when he added another finger, pumping roughly and hitting your g-spot without a break until you reminded him of your beautiful screams. His smile returned for a second, watching you struggle against the belt as you looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

“So how's it going to be?”

You nod desperately; your body moves frenziedly against his touch.

“I want you. I want you, Satoru—"

"Mhm." His pumps turned faster, pleased by your finally giving what he wanted.

“I'm gonna, I’m g-gonna—" Your mouth parted, ready to feel that sweet edge, building as the second passed; your voice hitched, realizing way too late how Satoru slowed his movements, feeling how the spark never came as your eyes fluttered, his fingers slipping in and out slowly until they stopped.

“Satoru, you’re such an—“ He swallowed your word, "asshole," turning it into a moan when he kissed you.

“Not so fast.” He was serious; his expression didn’t soften, watching you—no, devouring you whole like he was bewitched. His hands took yours, placing it above your head as he claimed your lips again, letting your short-winded murmurs barely slip against his mouth.

“I’m going to make you regret this.”

Satoru hummed, his hair tickling your cheek as he moved, finding a place for his tongue on your neck, marking wet kisses or bites, you didn’t know, along your sensitive skin.

“Yes? You don’t want me to make you cum?”

You couldn’t even touch him; only your thighs lifted, finding a place around his waist, feeling how hard he is against your soaked panties, enough to make your mind gamble with it.

“Hmm?” His mouth twitched at the lack of answer, pecking your lips one more time before he threw the blouse over his head, (not) forcing your eyes to linger on his toned muscles.

“Untie me.”

His mouth twitches as his hands come to undress the lower part of himself, letting only in his shorts. Satoru felt his dick twitch at your hungry gaze, lingering on the wet spot forming around his leaking tip. His shorts were too tight and you were watching it like you felt sorry for him.

"I want to touch you. It's not fair at all—"

He chuckled, coming where he was before, the same as his hand finding its place between your trembling legs and your needy clit. You followed every move of him, pleading with your eyes to not mess with you again.

You grasp the belt, twisting your wrist and gripping it, muscles tensing instantly when his fingers find your clit again, not giving you time like before. You were already stretched enough to take his rough thrusts. Satoru’s palm was toward your clit, slapping the skin, a wet, embarrassing noise, like he did it on purpose. You closed your eyes, whining about how good you felt, but he didn't have it.

“Aw, you’re embarrassed? “His thumb comes over your clit, pressing it gently as he starts circling around. "But she talks so sweet to me." Your blabbering sounds were so irritating to yourself, like you couldn't even speak coherently anymore, only focusing on the sweet, harsh sensations of his fingers hitting your g-spot on and on.

Your eyes open at a particular thrust, making eye contact, since he was already looking at every reaction you gave him.

“Don’t hide.”

Satoru lowered his face, mouth parted as yours, heavy breath falling from it.

"Only you. Only you can make me feel like this—

He groaned, claiming your lips in a second, his tongue slipping inside, kissing you so desperately, so messily, as his fingers find an overwhelming rhythm, bringing you back where you were.

"Show me." He let you breathe; your body started convulsing under him as you watched him through half-lidded eyes when you came, before he found your lips while you ride your orgasm. He didn’t stopped neither when he unclasped your hands swiftly, letting the belt fall somewhere on the floor.

When he looked at you again, Satoru could see the slight uncomfortable expression, giving a peck on both wrists before he helped you put your hands over his back and shoulders. But they didn't stay here too much; when his hands started wandering, palming your breast and touching your curves, yours did too, coming between your bodies, palming his hard dick until he moaned into your mouth.

When he lifted himself, Satoru followed your lead still in his way when you moved, coming on your hands and knees closer to him. His hand rested on your head, guiding you.

"Come here."

You nudged his dick softly with your nose, kissing the wet spot there. He helped you, dragging his shorts down until his dick jumped slightly, resting on your mouth. Your tongue comes out, making sure you look up at him to drive him mad as you let him slap it on your tongue. When you smiled, Satoru knew you're not so different from him.

Your tongue swirl around his tip, letting a long wet string to the base before you take in your mouth. Satoru’s grip on your hair tightened a little when you swallowed his dick in, sucking him for all it costs until you let him hit the back of your throat, urge him to while his hips thrust in return.

“F-Fuck. You’re so beautiful, baby.” Satoru’s grip loosening, his hand brushing your hair away from your face, massaging your head.

He slipped out of your mouth slowly as you gave him a peck on his pretty tip. His hand comes to cup your chin, tilting your head to meet him in the middle while he kisses you, romantic even. The other one comes to guide you to sit on his level, both of you in the middle of the bed, on your knees. He comes to cup your cheek instead, tilting your head to the side so he can deepen the kiss, not letting your breath.

His wandering hand caressed your body, cupping your breast, until he slowly pinched your sensitive nubs, teasing you to moan more against his mouth. Then, it lowered until it was on your puffy clit, playing with it just to spread more wetness around, until he found your hole again. Your hands come over his shoulder, riding the air as you meet his rhythm as he finds you.

You breathe out against his mouth, impatient.

“Satoru…”

“Yes?”

He nibbled your lip, giving you slow pecks, like he barely could stop himself.

“I want to feel you, baby. You don’t want to feel me?”

He slipped his fingers from your pussy, spreading the wetness around his own dick, making you gasp needily. Satoru took your hand and placed his over yours as he guided you to stroke him. “I don’t want? to? What do you think?” You could feel him getting harder if that was even possible, going to massage his painfully full balls too, moistening them as his breath faltered as he whispered, his blue eyes hypnotizing you. “Hm?”

Your back meets the bed as you part your legs for him, but he turns you around in a second. “What are you—“ His hands come to move your hips, raising your ass while pressing a hand over your back until your face is pressed on the bed. "Satoru—" Slap. “Fuck!” Slap. Satoru massaged your now red ass, squeezing the sensitive skin for her.

“Shh.” He chuckled at how you move your hips, chasing him, and how you stopped when his dick finally made contact with your pussy, sliding his dick between your folds.

You turned your head more to look at him, and he made sure to maintain your craving, loving gaze when he started filling you. “Baby, fuck. Please, relax a bit.” Satoru closed his eyes, hissing, eyebrows furrowed in concentration while your tight walls tortured his dick.

“More, more—“ Be damn sure he wants it too. Hell, he planned to fuck you until you couldn't breathe, but when he finally fucking felt you, Satoru actually took his time. He lowered himself over you, thrusting inside slowly.

“Yeah? How much?”

You whined, trying to meet his hips, but you had no chance as he gave you a deep thrust, making you almost incapable of speaking between your moans. “S-So much! Baby, please—“!

He took your arms and moved them on your back, his hands placed on both of your wrists as he started fucking you deeper, rougher. “As much as m-me?” Hell. There’s no chance for him to last longer. Every wet noise your pussy made by how he filled you so good, so punishing after, left you with no thoughts besides how good it felt. He groaned, taking a pause, slipping out as he turned you around.

By the fucked-up look on your face, Satory was the one to part your legs before you felt him skin on skin. “So pretty.” His murmur went unnoticed. At least, your legs come over his hips, hugging his lower part, or more like, chasing his dick back, missing him filling your pussy. And he gives it to you, thrusting inside as fast as he slips off, compensating for the seconds he lets your pussy empty.

Satoru didn’t let you take your eyes off him, his rough thrust waking you over and over as your voice catches, only his grunts and the shortened air at every sweet thrust.

“Please, baby.” His lips brushed against yours, coming so close that his body moved against yours, your clit grinding against his skin. “Cum in me, Satoru. I’m so close—you give him a short kiss between your begging. “S-So close!”

Satoru’s head was buried into your neck, and your face was barely seen over his shoulder, your sweet screaming muffled by the skin. Your pussy squeezed against his veiny dick, creaming him with your own orgasm while chanting his name. He groaned in pleasure, filthy curses were whispered into your ear, accentuated by how harder his dick started pounding into you, shaking the bed until he filled you completely, deep inside your pussy while his dick stilled.

Satoru collapsed over you, his entire body pressing down, bringing you closer than ever as he remained inside your warm walls. His face rested against the crook of your neck, kissing, nibbling nearing your jawline and melting your heavy, racing heart.

"Satoru…I can't breathe.”

He snorted while he put oressure in his palms, on both side of your head, slipping off slowly from inside your pussy as you let out a small whimper, squeezing around him like you want him here as he twitched inside of you. He glanced shortly with a warily look, a gaze that didn't need words to say "You can't take it again." He slipped off, your sweet, mixed cum make it glistening around his swollen tip after he broke your poor insides.

He dropped next to you, sharing a breathless laugh with you as you looked at each other, completely drawn off. It sure was a much-needed sex. A good, mind-blowing one. His arm rising instinctively for you to come hug his chest, resting your head here.

 It didn't take long for him to complain as you spoke first, the reality still setting in slowly.

"I feel so dirty."

He looked down at you, then, tilting his head slightly to see how messy the bed looked, his head hit the bed dramatically.

"We need to wash, don't we?" A perfect moment to use it to his advantage. "Can we teleport in the bathroom?"

"Don't even try."

Satoru smiled. He held your gaze, searching over your face until he could see the hidden vulnerability in here, the aftermath fading by seconds; serotonin slowly turned into something else, the clear mind after the orgasm was flooding you with feelings you reprimanded before this. All of this.

Now, it's the moment Satoru has no choice but to speak. He's not sure why he feels this weight on his heart; his tongue feels heavy as he starts speaking.

“[Name].”

You can hear in his tone the concern. He's aware that he doesn't take accountability for this, even if it's not the worst thing happening; future things will add eventually, making you distance yourself until maybe you'll get tired of his antics and—

He spoke again, pushed by the thoughts, he just blocked it, knowing a familiar spiraling will come if he does not do it now. Satoru's back of his hand brushed your cheeks as you glanced shortly at him.

“I’ll run a bath for you, and we…will talk. "His mouth twitches. "If you’re not too tired for that.” He kissed between the space of your furrowed eyebrows, washing away the threatening look as he started placing kisses all over your face. “Muah." You gripped his arm that cupped your cheeks for him to kiss you better, letting out a soft giggle. "I already know why you might be mad."

You didn't sound ill-intended, mostly teasing.

“Of course you do. That’s why you are an asshole.”

Satoru placed his hand over his chest.

“Auch. Deserved.”

You placed your hand over his, above his pumping heart. 

“I prefer to at least tell me you’ll take long for whatever reason. Even if it’s a stupid one and I will need to wait for you more.”

He nodded, acknowledging too fast, like he enjoyed the way the conversation started; his anxiety dissipated, his fear of vulnerability too.

“I can do that.”

“Of course you can and you will.”

He chuckled, tilting his forehead until it brushed against yours for a second, before he let out a relieved sigh.

“Do you want to see the pictures now?”

You rolled your eyes, and Satoru realized he missed it.

“No.” 

And you realized you missed his irritating grin too, now present on his face.

“Why?”

“You said we were going to go here in the future, but you already decided to see it without me.”

“Oh, man…” He breathed out a laugh, but the pout that followed on your face made him give you a peck to make it go away. "What I want to say is that I’ll go with you everywhere.”

You pointed your finger on his chest, poking as you speak.

“But it didn’t cross your mind what you told me when you go.”

He licked his lips, taking your words in.

“Right.” He glanced up, looking at the mindless spot as his voice turned more serious. "You know how I am, yes? From the beginning, you know. I…might or might not fuck so things in the future, not intending to.”

“Okay? And I should accept—“

 He glanced back at you, cutting you off.

“But I want you to know I want you in every stage of my life too. Firstly, you. Then the others.”

You analyzed every small reaction from him as he said it; then his thoughts hit harder than expected, realizing that's what you wanted to hear. You could see his eyes widening a bit at the emotions in them, taking his eyes off as he tried to disperse the tension. “And we could go see every place in the whole world, okay? You need to keep up with me.”

But you want him a little bit more in the present with you.

“Satoru…” He swallowed, taking two seconds until he met your gaze. As he glanced at your lips, he sensed what would follow; his heartbeat violently spiked.

“I love you.”

He is sure that's not a lie, but he needed more time to fully accept that; that's why he took a moment to say something, anything, not fully aware of your own fearful feelings. He exhales hard, closing his eyes to gain a bit of strength as he speaks; at the same time, he opens them. 

“I love you too.”

You gave him a small reassurance glance. Not that it was the first time you shared these 3 words. Also, he's more courageous through texts. But this was different, somehow gluing the bond between you two stronger. He came to the side, hugging you as you gripped him tight, following each other's rhythm of breath.

Until, slowly, mischievously, Satoru's hand comes under your ass, the other one comes behind your head. It was clear you had no time to react.

“Now…let’s go to the bathroom!”

“Satoru, don’t you dare—"