#exbf!satoru

“hiii baby.” he draws out. you can hear the smile on his face, practically see the way his eyes are half open and cheeks flushed.

“not your ‘baby’ ‘toru.” he scoffs obnoxiously.

“not your ‘toru then.” his tone is rough but he’s still joking.

“why are you calling me right now satoru? i was about to go to bed.”

“oh bed hm? what’re you wearing to bed baby?”

“satoru.” you don’t have the guts to tell him him you’re in one of his old worn t-shirts. looks more gray now than black, collar worn and stretched, and it’s more like a dress than a shirt.

“i was at that bar with geto. you know the one.” you pull your knees up in bed, putting the phone on speaker too lazy to hold it up to your ear.

“no actually. which one?”

“you knowwwww. remember? too many margaritas?”

“sato.” before you can finish his name he cuts you off.

“geto caught us fucking in the alley when he was looking for us?” he hums like he’s picturing it. “i’m in that alleyway right now.”

“what are you doing?”

“kinky hm?” he jokes. you get flushed suddenly. skin warming at the thought of that night. he pushed me into the wall, lifting my skirt and fucking into me. after he’d made me cum, he flipped me. lifted me up, wrapped my legs around him and kept fucking me. geto walked by, and all satoru did was smile and wave as he drilled into me. “hellooooo, you there baby?”

“what? yes i’m here?”

“did you hear anything i said?”

“uh no, sorry.”

“i said that im hard just thinking about it. hand over your mouth, pretty little pussy dripping down my balls.”

you huff out a breath.

“come over.”

“what?”

“satoru. come. over. now.”

“be right there baby.” you can hear the shit eating grin over the phone.

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is it toxic? to want a little fight. a little push back. to have satoru be a little mean once in a while? you don’t know why you did it. well you do, but it was really such a bad idea. toxic. wrong. and a lie. you called him late that night, he picked up instantly cause it’s satoru and he doesn’t wanna give up on even a sliver of you. “i need you to come over and get the rest of your stuff out of here.”

“you want me to come get it right now?” you could hear the smirk in his voice. “be honest baby you just wanna see me, replay of our little phone call the other day hm?” you are such a bitch. truly. but you don’t care.

“no. i have someone coming over, don’t want them to see another guys stuff around.” complete and utter. silence.

“oh ok. i’ll, -i’ll be there in a bit then.” he hangs up the phone. no emotion. no fight. just, sadness? he’s not doing anything wrong. we’re not together. he’s being mature. but he just goes with it? the thought of someone else’s hands on me doesn’t bother him? the image of him even smiling at another girl makes my blood boil. a knock comes at the door eight minutes later.

“hey.” he’s in a black long sleeve, gray sweatpants. and his eyes don’t have their usual warmth.

“hi.”

“where’s my stuff?” he has an edge to his voice. a hint of annoyance or anger. and you want more.

“wherever you left it?” he scoffs lightly.

“you didn’t wanna, i don’t know maybe, get my stuff together?” you just shake your head. one small nod. “ok then.” going through the little places you left his stuff around. sweatshirts, books, random little things.

“so you really don’t care huh?”

“about?”

“the fact i have a guy coming over as soon as you leave?” that little muscle in his jaw tenses, nostrils flare a bit.

“do you want me to care?” that’s how you ended up here. in your bed, face in the sheets. one of his big hands grips at your hip, squeezing your ass. the other? holding both your hands behind your back as he pumps into you.

satoru could fuck. that was never an issue. he could be rough. wasn’t afraid to throw you around or spank you a bit. but this? this is different. the way he slammed into you. the at tip of his cock tapping at your cervix. the way he gripped tighter, hit harder. the filth that dripped from his lips was different from his usual sweet talk. he’d tease. talk about how good you felt, how good you were. but no. not now. not now that you’ve really pissed him off.

“my toxic little slut huh?” hip snapping, slick dripping down your bodies. “so fucking toxic huh? that’s all you wanted?” he released your hands, and dug his hand to the roots of your hair and tugged you up so he could whisper in your ear. “just wanted to piss me off so i’d be mean is that it? so that i’d break, and break you?”

“yes, yes, yes.” you were about to cum. toes curled, eyes starting to tear up from the grip on your hair. “fuck- fuck jus’ wanted you to be mean to me Toru.”

“filthy little girl huh?” you’re mind is numb. all you can do is nod as he fucks in and out. “filthy little slut, you just had to be toxic instead of asking for what you want?” the feeling is blinding. body spassing and tightening. he lets you fall, face in the sheets again as you grip the sheets tight.

“God you’ve never cum so fucking hard baby.” Baby. The term of endearment never sounded so dirty. “Just wanted me to fucking degrade you? Empty that little head with words and my cock huh?” You were whining. It was pathetic honestly.

He spreads your ass, grip on each cheek hard and stinging. “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking wet. Look at this mess you made huh?” He went faster, each thrust numbing your mind. “i’m gonna cum inside you baby, gonna cum. make sure the next guy who tries to get inthis cunt, my cunt, can still fucking see the mark i left.” he does. cum spurts out from his red tip and the feeling has you moaning.

“yes toru. yes yes yes, thank you.” his pace slows, grunts quieting and his hands run up and down your body so soft.

Satoru is still a gentleman. Cleans you up, makes sure you pee, gets you a water.

“hey Toru?” you whisper as he hands you the bottle.

“Yeah baby?”

“There never was a guy coming over. Just said that to make you upset.” he huffs, then smiles.

“toxic little girl.”

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