anything by septembersummer on a03 is peak. go read her works IMMEDIATELY! i read violet lights in 2021 for the first time and it woke something up inside me.
Thats the 3rd one now. Another tenant in your apartment complex who died in the past couple months. Unfortunately, you were the prime suspect, having moved in 3 months ago. As the new guy, you didn't really know anyone, this whole situation not improving that.
You open your phone to yet another email from your landlord covering all the new safety and security precautions added to the building. You didn't really need the email to notice, there were cameras everywhere.
Not that you really had a problem with it, I mean maybe it was a bit imposing on your privacy, but who cares. You really didn't want to die or move out, this apartment was such a steal. A luxury Tokyo skyrise in the middle of Shibuya that you got for a criminally cheap price. In fact, the deal was so good, your mother cried tears of joy when you signed. You'd have to be insane to move out.
The community was awesome too. They always upkept the community areas, minded their own buisness, and never bothered you. Well, that was until everybody thought you were a serial killer, hiding their kids and glaring like you were insane. Being a prime suspect means having the police called on you more times than they ever should have in your life.
Weirdly, the murders happened in different ways. The first one was a rich old man who was caught for embezzling funds from the non-profit he worked at. The good thing about being rich and powerful is that he suffered virtually no consequences, living with no guilt about the money he stole from underpaid and overworked employees.
They say that he fell in his shower, hit his head, and died. That was all too convenient, knowing that the next death happened a short 2 weeks after. You didn't really lose much sleep over that anyways, you hated that guy.
Everybody knew there was a killer after the second one. The man in 6B, the apartment across from you, was brutally stabbed, a gaping hole in his stomach from the knife.
A pretty clear sign of an incident, I mean, unless the knife moved itself. This one really hurt, you gave that man leftovers every time you baked. Not only was the death tragic, but you were right across from him. Now you had to live with too much food and a constant state of paranoia.
Safe to say the police showed up your door at the bright and early hour of 2 AM, knocking on your door when you were literally naked.
After that, you started giving your leftovers to Gojo, the guy down the hall. He was a lot nicer than the other guy, giving you small gifts back and inviting you over. It was nice having a friend, making friends being in your 20s was hard enough, having someone trust you when you're allegedly a serial killer makes it even worse.
Plus he was hot.
"Hey did you notice all the new cameras Yumi-san installed?" He said, grabbing a bottle of wine from his fridge.
You snorted. "Kinda hard not to. I think she's trying to hide one in the plant outside my door cause she thinks its me."
He handed you a glass "Oh come on, everyone knows it couldn't be you. You're like, what, 2 feet tall?" He snarked sarcastically. "And you're probably too scared to pick up a knife anyways."
"I can't help but notice, they all seem to be related to me..." You ran a hand through your hair, taking a sip of the wine. "Oh my god, this is good, what is it?"
"Just something I got as a gift once." He said casually, and sat down next to you at the counter.
"mhh, well its really nice. I think it might be my new favorite."
"Good for you." He shrugged, then leaned in. "So, how've you been, anything important that you wanna share?"
"Right." You groaned. "So many things. First, I'm pretty sure my manager is pregnant with my coworker's baby. Second, theres this perv that stares at me in the lobby. And I knows he's a perv because he stares at all the girls, y'know the guy with the camera and big beard."
He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Anybody reported him yet?"
"Well nobody can. There's no actual evidence he's doing anything weird, plus you can't punish somebody for looking at you in a public area. Well we all know he's doing something, god, the world would be better without those kinds of people."
"Come on, you don't mean that. Sure they're freaks, but doesn't death seem like a stretch to you?"
The wine kept coming. "Yeah you're right. I need to be more careful talking shit about tenants now, they might end up dead and the police'll be at my door again."
"mh." He set his glass down. "About that, I can actually get them off your back y'know."
Your eyes lit up. "Oh my god really? How?"
He shrugged. "I know a guy who knows a guy. Must suck having them pound on your door at 3 AM."
"Satoru, you are like the best person ever. Call me if you ever need anything, actually."
"Oh trust me, I will. In fact, I think I need a foot massage, right now."
You gagged. "Nevermind, you're gross. Don't talk to me."
"I'm joking." He flicked your head playfully.
"Ow! That hurt."
"You take things too seriously."
-
"Come on, you've got more in you."
Satoru sighed as he kicked the dead body in front of him.
"What a pain. He could've given me away." He rolled his eyes. "Fucking creep, although I can't really say anything."
Warm blood dripped onto the tile floor with a steady rhythm, a sharp metallic smell filling the air. He kneeled down, wiping the blood onto the dead man's shirt. It pooled under him, almost getting on his shoes.
His eyes glowed, an icy cold blue in the dark. Satoru always felt... an empty sort of satisfaction after a murder. The same as finishing an assignment, he treated it like a task that got done.
Below him was a box full of photos of all the women in their building, of course including you. Satoru simply couldn't let that slide. He pulled out a lighter, setting the box on fire, watching as the photos curled up into ashes and smoke.
He tucked the clean knife into his pocket and walked out the door as if nothing happened.
"Those fake cameras aren't fooling anyone. What a shitty landlord."
-
"Officers are currently touring the scene. The man was found with multiple stab wounds on his neck and abdominal area, and it seems that the suspect set a large fire in the apartment as well. Most evidence is burned, more on this case will come soon—"
Red and blue lights illuminated your face. You lounged on the couch, watching yet another murder report. This time, about the exact man that you complained to Satoru about a week ago. You grabbed your phone, quickly dialing his number.
"Oh my god, Satoru, t-the guy I was talking about... he's dead."
"What?"
"Yeah no, I'm not joking. He's dead, Satoru, I think I'm cursed." You whispered, your stomach sinking.
"Stop spouting bullshit right now, maybe we should focus on the fact that there's another murder—"
"—It's my fault. I don't know how, but its somehow my fault." You choked up. "I— maybe they were right about it being me."
"Hey, hey, come over, lets just talk. Don't cry, we both know that you're innocent. It's all just one big coincidence."
You calmed at his words, they were exactly what you needed to hear. "Thank you Toru... I'll be there, thank you really. For always being there for me."
He softened at the nickname. "No problem, and don't worry about it. You're always welcome."
-
Satoru opened the door as you waited outside, eyes red and puffy. He opened his arms as you gladly fell into his embrace, crying silently into his chest. He made you feel so safe.
"shh... shh... come on in.."
You walked into his apartment, a much bigger unit than yours. Falling onto the couch, you pulled a throw blanket over yourself. Satoru returned from the kitchen, a glass of wine and a new bottle in his hands for you.
"Thank you.." You whispered hoarsly, watching as he poured it for you . It was blood red, falling gracefully into the glass like a liquid gold.
You brought it to your mouth, tasting the same bittersweet feeling on your tongue. "Oh its the same from last time... you're just too sweet."
"Of course, I have too. I mean— you're crying on my couch right now." He cooed, sitting down next to you.
You sniffled. "N-no I don't want to be a burden. I'm sorry, I should go—"
"—hey don't leave. Lets talk about it."
You sighed. "Whats there to even talk about? Every person I hate drops dead in the next second I mean—" You rolled your eyes. "What kind of etsy witch cast a spell on me?" You let out a humorless laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
"And you're mad about that?"
You sipped your wine. "Well yeah, they were annoying, but a death penalty is a bit of a stretch."
"Is it though? You don't have any control over it, its pretty irrational for you to be caring so much about people who were the scum of society anyways."
"Stop trying to make me feel better." You said, even though it was working. "Thats a human life you're talking about."
"Blah blah blah." He rolled his eyes. "You think they thought that about you?" He leaned in, gazing at you with irises so blue they could've seen right through you. "Come on, let karma do its thing."
"God Satoru, you're pretty insensitive." You met his gaze, nervous with your proximity.
"Trust me, I've seen a lot of things. None of them are worth hating myself for a person who I despised anyways."
"Shut up..." you muttered, pouring yourself another glass. More never hurt, especially with the state you were in now.
-
You didn't even know how long it was, but you were drunk laughing on Satoru's couch in the middle of the night.
"Dude, and then he walked into the lobby, with like 10 suitcases. And the bellhop had to help him of course, but that bitch didn't carry a single one." You rolled your eyes. "Like come on man, put your big boy pants on and pull some of your weight"
He groaned in annoyance. "Its always freeloaders, I bet he jerks off to the idea of unpaid workers."
"EXACTLY! Of course everyone was looking at him weird because— what the fuck was he doing— and he had the audacity to glare at me back. Yeah maybe he should've been murdered."
Satoru snorted, watching you down another glass. "You can't be a perv and a nuisance, choose a struggle. Glad his prize possession was the thing burned, that box of photos was creepy as fuck."
"Right" You rolled your eyes. "Thats why guys like that don't— wait..." You paused. "What box of photos?"
"The box of photos? The ones of all the girls he took in the lobby?"
"Satoru, there was no box of photos. Thats why nobody could report him. How do you know about that?"
He froze for a second, before gaining back his usual composure. "Well obviously because I watched the news— I mean." He said, chuckling nervously.
You frowned. "No I paid very close attention to the news. They never mentioned that, all the evidence was burned—"
"—Look Y/n I think thats enough wine for tonight. Come on lets get you cleaned up for bed."
You held your hands up. "No no, stop it." You looked at him, eyebrows furrowing. "Where did you say you were at earlier in the evening?"
He sighed. "I was at the gym, I thought I already said that—"
"—no you weren't, I was at the gym the entire evening." Your expression dropped as realization dawned upon your face. You stared into his expression, watching the flash of panic quickly dissappear from his face.
"Oh my god, you're— you're—"
A heavy silence filled the air as you sat in absolute shock. There was no way, but you were so certain. It was Satoru all along.
"Come on, Y/n..." He sighed.
You stood up, swaying a little from the shock. "Its you. Cause I always told you how I felt about those people, a-and" You felt your breath getting quicker. "Oh my god."
He got up, towering over you. "Shh... you said it yourself, we'd be better off without them."
"B-but thats still—" You backed up.
"Don't preach to me now." He leaned in, he was so close, too close. "I'm just trying to make your life easier."
"Satoru what—" You backed away. This intense feeling overtook your body, making your legs want to buckle. Fear.
He looked down at you, sighing. "Don't look at me like that baby... I'm helping you out."
No. No no no, you had to run. This man was very very dangerous, and he was bigger and stronger than you and you were in his apartment. Who knows what could happen to you.
"Don't come any closer." You said, backing away as if he were a predator.
He shook his head in disappointment. "You weren't supposed to find out like this. Well I can't let you go now..." his hands found their way beside your neck, pinning you to the wall. "What if you rat me out?"
Your breathing was heavy and panicked. "I-I won't I promise, I'll leave you alone, Satoru, please."
He let out a low groan. "Y'sound so pretty when you beg..." He leaned down, his words right against your ear. "Still, you aren't going anywhere. Didn't go through all that just for you to slip away."
You gulped. He was so tall, it wasn't fair.
His calloused hand moved up and down the shape of your body. "You come in at ungodly hours in the night in those skimpy tank tops, talking about how much you wish those people didn't exist. And when you look at me with those longing eyes... I just had to fix it."
"Satoru, you have to stop—"
You felt his cold touch run up your shirt, sending shivers up your spine. "Stop huh? Shh baby... I know you want this."
"No, this is so wrong, I can't—"
"No." He said with a deep rumble. "Don't think about whats wrong right now, just follow what feels good."
You whimpered softly as he fondled with your tits. This man had killed people, you didn't know what to do... "Satoru, get off of me, y-you're a murderer."
He groaned, low and rough at the feeling of your skin. "Don't you see? It was all for you. Only ever you."
You felt his fingers against your clothed cunt, pressing. "So fucking wet... you're pretty bad at lying." He grinned, his blue eyes glinting dangerously, looking like he wanted to devour you whole.
He pushed your panties aside, rubbing the lips of your cunt gently. "I love you y'know? You're so sweet, I just don't want anything to happen to you."
His fingers pushed into you, long and thick. "S-Satoru—"
"Fuck baby, say my name like that." He felt your walls clench around him. "Knew you wanted me, thats a good girl."
Your back arched as they began to move inside of you, slowly as you struggled to adjust. He leaned into you, eyes on your cunt, hitting your g-spot with impossible accuracy.
"Oh my god"
"How're you so tight huh? You must not be doing this much." He kissed your forehead, speeding up. "Thats okay baby. I'll make you feel good, every fucking day if you let me."
You gripped his hair, pulling at the soft white locks as the rough pad of his thumb met your clit. "No— its too much, ngh—"
He let out this pornagraphic moan that made you shiver. "Yeah baby, let it out, let it allll out for me."
You pulsed around his fingers, feeling your orgasm rise. They were so deep in you, moving with the exact precision to make you cum. "S-Satoru, m'gonna—" You moaned loudly, whining as you spilled all over him.
He grinned, pulling out, his fingers shining with your slick. "Good girl."
You legs shook as you struggled to stand, arms wrapping around his neck for stability. "We've got to stop."
He let out a cold, heartless laugh as he tossed you onto the couch effortlessly. You sank into the plush cushion, watching his figure tower over you. "A little too late for that now."
His smile was all teeth, cold and predatory as he stared straight into your eyes.
"Come on, what do you say we see this whole thing through?"
A/N: I don't really like writing smut, but I'll do it anyways because I read so much. Please let me know if we want me to write him seeing the whole thing through 😛
Satoru's always been protective. I mean thats just what best friends do. But sometimes, it goes too far.
Content: verbal fighting, manhandling, noncon/dubcon, fingering, smut, frat parties, Gojo is a whore, slutshaming, praise kink, fratkuna, tiny age gap, Gojo loves you a little too much
A/N: My debut and very first fic! Some inspo from TSITP
Summer passed in what seemed like seconds. It was finally the start of your college years, ones that you had been thinking ever since the summer started. The bitter taste of knowing it was the end of the beginning lingered in your senses. It was the late night car rides with your friends, laughing hysterically, and the thought that you wouldn't see them for a long long time in the back of your head.
With the sole exception of Satoru Gojo of course. Satoru has always been your shining night in armor, and your very first friend. Ever since he stopped the bullies from throwing mulch at you in the playground, you two have been inseparable. You know what they say, sandbox love never dies.
Well thats clearly not true because he just left you for some random chick at your college orientation. That sucks even more knowing that he was your ticket to not looking like a fool wandering around the campus.
Satoru was 2 years old than you, an incoming junior, and an already established campus nightmare. Rumors claim Gojo fucks more girls than stars litter the sky. They claim his dms are flooded with unsaved numbers of girls who beg for another night in bed. They also claim that his dick can solve climate change, so who knows whats true or not.
"What a man" you thought, pissed at your lack of a tour guide. "When does he put his dick in his pants."
But despite your current jeering state, you loved Satoru. He was like your big brother. You two had only grown closer throughout the years. I mean, he was your best friend. You'd shared secrets, laughs, fights. His presence was a constant given in your life. He was always just.. there.
Back when the both of you were in the same school, he was your shield. It was highschool, you went to a halloween party, you got drunk and touched by some perverted guy you didn't even know the name of.
The next week he didn't show up to school once. Allegedly because Gojo beat his brains out on the concrete.
"Yo who's desperate enough to do that." he scoffed, grabbing a couple sodas from the vending machine.
You nodded. "This school is crazy."
He gave you the strawberry can. Huh, I guess he remembered your favorite. "He did deserve it, but I would never go that far just cause he's a perv."
He was lying and you both knew it.
.・゜-: ✧ :-
"Toru, theres a party this weekend at Geto's frat, can I please be your plus one?" You rushed up to him as he entered your newly decorated dorm.
"Fuck no." He kicked off his shoes, and jumped straight onto your bed. "mhh, your sheets smell like vanilla."
"Wait no, thats not fair, you do crazy shit all the time. Plus its the first of the year, PLUS, its just a party. I went to those all the time, you literally saw me fall into the pool because I was too drunk—"
"—I said no. Geto said no freshmen, vp's word. And even if you did come, you'd probably embarrass yourself somehow. Like I dunno, you'd miss in beer pong and hit an electrical switch and the whole party would be in a blackout."
"God, don't be dense" That sure was hard for him. "that sounds like something you'd do. Me and Geto are tight, you know very well that he'd let me come. He looooves me." You dragged, pushing his long legs aside so you could lie down on the tiny bed.
His arm wrapped around your shoulder. "This is true."
"Come on, I'm a very fun person, and I deserve the college experience. I won't bother you, you'll be too caught up in your wall of girls trying to suck your dick."
He smacked your hand playfully. "Don't talk about me like that, you sound like everyone else. And its weird to hear you talk about that aspect of me, I don't like it."
"Dont be a hoe then."
He bit his lip, refraining from a string of very unkind words. "....you little"
You gulped and braced yourself as he jumped you, giggling like a madman.
.・゜-: ✧ :-
That fateful summer, you spun in the breeze, laughing as the glittering waves of Okinawa tickled your feet.
Satoru was behind you, staying in the sand as he watched you. You ran to him, tumbling onto the beach towel where you found your place, sitting right next to him. That day, he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world.
You were only 11, licking cotton candy ice cream on the beach. He was only 14, cerulean eyes staring at you with more adoration than anyone in the world.
You remembered when he waited until the sun had set. The sky was so pretty, painted with pastels. He kissed you, tasting the cotton candy on your lips. So tenderly, so lovingly you thought you'd melt like the ice cream.
Your first kiss was his first confession. And from that you knew, Satoru Gojo was in love with you. You chose to ignore it anyways
.・゜-: ✧ :-
It was crowded. And dark, and the music was too loud, and it smelled like sweat, alcohol, and weed. The air was hazy, the ceilings were too low, and you were straying far from clarity.
Your drink almost spilled on your skirt, if there was enough fabric to call it that, as you bumped into a solid wall of muscle.
"Hmm? Who're you, haven't seen you before."
You craned your neck up, staring at the man in front of you. He had black lines tattooed all over his face and body, accentuating his sharp jawline.
hot.
"I'm Y/n... sorry for bumping into you." You said, swaying a little bit. You couldn't really feel the floor, it seemed to be barely there.
He put his hands on your shoulder, stabilizing you. "Nice to meet you, Y/n... I'm Sukuna, pretty girls like you can call me Kuna." he said, trailing his eyes up and down your body. "You've been going heavy on the drinks huh?"
That pink hair... you've seen it before. Hey now that you think about it, he kinda looks like Yuji. "Nothing too much... its just kinda cramped in here..." You pressed yourself again him. He was so strong, you could tell by his rock hard abs.
"Welcome to Phi Delta." He scoffed, slyly wrapping his arm around your waist. His hand settle on your hips, tugging at your skirt. He tilted your chin up, looking at you with blood red eyes. "This is just the beginning."
You licked your lips hungrily, meeting his piercing gaze. Your hands ran up and down his chest, feeling through the thin linen. "I think I'd like to see this whole thing thro—"
Just as you were about to escalate things, you were grabbed out of his embrace. You felt a familiar grip on you as his voice pierced through what you had going on. "Y/n we're leaving."
"Woah Gojo." Sukuna took a step back, putting his hand up. "Didn't know she was taken, guess you must not be taking care of her well enough."
You stumbled, trying to shake his grasp off. "What the hell— Satoru, you can't just—"
"I said we're leaving" He snapped, gritting his teeth. What was wrong with him? His grabbed you, fingers clenching to the point where it was stinging.
"Toru, we were having chemistry, you can't just make me leave him" You whined.
His eyes met yours with a dangerously cold glint. "Shut up. He was a fucking pred, that guy's a senior, a grown man preying on an 18 year old."
You squirmed as you were dragged out the house, lights and music blasting through the windows as the cool fresh breeze hit you. "Also, you can't just grab and leave, thats just—"
"Actually, I fucking can." He yanked opened the passenger seat of his car and carefully sat you down. The engine roared alive as he drove straight away from what could've been the best night of your life.
The leather felt cool on your bare legs. "I mean whats gotten into you, you're not thinking straight right now."
"No, you're the one not thinking straight." His voice was rising. Shit, he was basically yelling at you. "Slutting yourself out to some old ass scumbag like him, you could've ended up waking up in his bed."
"Yeah, and so what if I did? I'm grown up now, I'm in college, you can't dictate my actions!" You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "You're not my dad, you don't get to swoop in whenever you think I need protection."
He scoffed. The lights were flashing by as you sped through the streets. He always got like this when he was mad, he was so predictable. "You're so fucking stupid, of course you need my protection. Do you know what happens to girls that get involved with that guy? They end up useless with no education, staying in school through daddy's money and connections they made through sex."
"Why do you get to tell me I can't slut myself out? What about you huh, you get to fuck every girl on campus. I bet you were just about to get your dick out, cause you can't keep it in your fucking pants—"
"I told you to stop talking about me like that. You don't— you don't get to think about me that way—" He slammed the breaks, swerving into the parking lot of his dorm. "Get out."
You gritted your teeth, getting out of the car. The door landed with a thud as you followed him through the building. "I can't believe it, you always act like this, like you can't — you shouldn't — have the same limitations as me."
"Its different, you and me aren't the same. You're nicer than that it doesn't make sense for you to be so..."
"So what? So vulgar? I agree, you are kinda vulgar Satoru. But you have no fucking right to parade over me, make me do whatever you think suits me—" You walked faster to catch up with him as he moved through the halls.
He stayed quiet, unlocking the door to his dorm. The click of the lock echoed as he entered, his shoes tapping against the floor.
You walked into his dorm, kicking your boots off. "And also, you left me alone on orientation for some girl you've never met before. I deserved to have stayed at that party with Sukuna—"
He stood still for a moment. Your words left a bad taste in the air. He stared at you, his piercing blue gaze meeting yours.
That was before he grabbed your shoulders and slammed you onto the bed. The worst part was that in all of your years of friendship, he never got violent with you. This... this was not the Satoru you knew.
You sank into the sheets, a small feeling of fear crawling up you. He was tall, why did he seem so big all the sudden?
"You're not supposed to be like me. But I guess if you wanna be such a slut-" He crawled onto the bed, pinning you there. "I guess I'll have to treat you like one."
No, no no, this was getting too far. "Testing my patience, trust me— I tried to reason with you." He smelled like weed and booze and sweat, and everything he shouldn't have.
You backed up as his mouth met the crook of your neck, 6 feet of menacing muscle that should've never been in this position with you. "Stop it, Toru, stop it"
His hands ran up and down your body. "What would've happen if I left you alone huh? Lost your virginity to Sukuna, that motherfucker..." his fingers found their way to the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down. "Acting like a whore at your first party— what a bitch."
You never really noticed how strong he'd gotten. He'd always hidden it from you under loose shirts and pants. Of course, that was until you felt his iron grip on your waist. Tears trickled down your face as his insults pounded at your brain. "I— I'm sorry Toru, I—"
His touch was familiar to you, but so unknown to you at the same time. It was so different, but you knew it all too well.
He looked up, his expression softening as he saw your watering eyes. "Oh... oh stop it, I can't be mad at you when you're like this..."
He brushed your hair aside. "Shh baby dont cry... its okay, I was just a little mad. I love you baby, I could never be mad. Its not your fault, you don't know any better." He cooed, littering small kisses across your face.
His fingers found his way under your panties, teasing your entrance. "Baby, you're soaked... you want this don't you? You've been craving me like I've been craving you..."
"Toru, don't, hiccup —don't wanna" You said, whimpering.
His fingers dipped in, so long, too long. They stretched you open, moving with experience. He'd done this with so many girls, all to make you feel good. "Its okay, Toru's here for you... you know I'd never hurt you..."
You moaned as you clenched around him. "d-deep, please, w-wait" You gripped him, nails sinking into his skin.
"So wet..." He groaned, feeling your walls tighten. "Feels good doesn't it baby?" He said, fingering you slowly. "Thats good, mhh good girl."
You hiccuped, tears streaming down your eyes. Why, why was he doing this? You felt your back curl a little, the sensation felt so.... good?— sooo good you felt like you were getting lost.
"God I love you so fucking much..." He sped up, his thumb finding its way to your clit. "thats it baby...you're doing so well" He cooed at you, kissing you gently.
Your breaths turned into whimpers, and whimpers turned into moans. The feeling, there was so much of it. It was too much, you moaned into his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"S-Satoru you've gotta stop" You whimpered, legs trembling "Or— or I might—"
He smiled and sped up "You can do it baby... come on" he felt you clench desperately onto his fingers. They were in you, they were on you. His thumb was rough, moving in small circles against your tender clit.
Your senses were overloaded. Everything felt like too much, everything felt so good. All you wanted, all you could think about was chasing your climax. You moaned, gripping his hair as tightly as you could. The world faded into nothing but white as you blanked out and everything washed over you.
Your breaths were loud. Satoru pulled his fingers out of you, groaning at the sight of your cum dripping down. It was so lewd, it felt like you weren't supposed to be seeing this.
He peppered kisses down your neck. "Good girl... you did so well..."
He shifted, the sheets rustling. He stood up, your legs still shaking as he fidgeted with the drawstring of his pants. They slipped off, revealing a massive tent in his boxers.
"Come on, don't tell me you're finished... we've barely even started.
.・゜-: ✧ :-
The ac hummed as you laid in the cool sheets. Satoru's arms were wrapped around you. You felt his breath on your neck as he mumbled.
"Love you baby... love you so much. I'm yours, all yours." He pressed a small kiss into your back. There was a small pain between your legs from before. You ended waking up in someones bed, thats for sure.
You were his now as much as he was yours. Just as you were his everything, he was yours. Your first friend, your first kiss, your first night in bed. And like that, the sun was rising, painting the sky in all pastels.
But even after last night, you didn't hate him. I guess sandbox love never really does die.
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