Hi guys not going to lie this chapter is slightly boring and not one of my best chapters, but I promise it plays a part in the story line. Might do some heavy editing tomorrow... Let me know what you guys think.....Also sorry I wrote this while having a puff or ten of the devil's lettuce.
"Satoru," I yelped, trying to break free from his grasp, but his arms remained tightly wound around my waist like an iron cage. He spun me around so we were face to face, but I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. Instead, my gaze was fixed on Connor as he drove away, a sense of betrayal lingering in the air. Why did he leave without explaining or giving me a chance to explain my thoughts and reasons for Satoru's unexpected appearance today?
"Baby... you seem..." His voice paused as he struggled to find the appropriate words. "In distress," he mused while gently sweeping the strands of hair out of my face. My hands swatted his touch away. "Satoru, you're not making me feel better," I exclaimed as I watched Connor's car disappear from my sight.
This situation was not planned, nor did I expect Satoru's arrival or my strong reaction. It wasn't my fault, you see, what happened was...... Once again... and don't give me shit.....anyways...As Connor slept peacefully in bed, I suddenly found myself wide awake. Rather than tossing and turning, I was determined to make things right. I quietly resolved to prepare breakfast for Connor before he headed off to work - my gesture of apology for the two disruptions I had caused. The first time was when I had gone to get a glass of water, and the second was my chaotic episode in the closet.
So, as his heavy breathing filled the bedroom with his restful snoring, I slipped out of bed, dressing lightly in just my T-shirt, panties, and socks. As I moved through the apartment, I took each careful step, trying not to make a sound. The floorboards creaked softly beneath my weight as I entered the kitchen, excited about preparing something delicious and comforting for Connor and me.
As soft and easy music emanated from the speakers, I stood in the kitchen, carefully selecting the necessary utensils and ingredients from the cupboards to prepare for my baking session. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the apartment, creating a cozy atmosphere. As I worked diligently, I heard the familiar sound of Satoru's car pulling up. I glanced out the window and saw his imposing figure emerging from the vehicle, carrying a stunning bouquet of red roses. The flowers were adorned with a beautiful black satin ribbon that elegantly wrapped around the stems. Satoru looked impeccable as the gentle breeze ruffled his hair and caressed his cheeks. His slightly wavy hair was brushed off his forehead, adding to his charming appearance. He was the kind of man who effortlessly drew the attention of everyone in the room.
As I casually looked up, I was immediately captivated by the striking sight of Satoru's sky-blue eyes, a rare sight as they were usually concealed behind his signature sunglasses. However, something about his appearance seemed different this time. Dark circles, stark against the paleness of his skin, cast a shadow beneath his eyes, accentuating the piercing blueness of his gaze and lending them an almost glacial quality. His typically impeccable attire was slightly askew, with his once sharply defined shoulders now slouched and his shirt bearing the evidence of a long day, appearing less than immaculate. It was clear that he was visibly fatigued as if he hadn't been getting sleep.
Even now, the slightest sight of him made my heart Jump inside my chest. Butterflies filled my stomach, and my palms felt a bit moist. All the love I had tried to hide to push down into the deepest part of my being flooded back to me. It was a familiar feeling—the feeling of loving a person, the sense of love never dying down inside of me.
Glancing at my phone for the time, Connor was getting ready to wake up, so Satoru's visit couldn't have been timed any worse than it was now. The two men seemed to have some serious beef, so Connor and I's budding relationship would've been the casualty if these two were to continue their clash. I would have to do damage control, not wanting anything to become strained in our new buddy ship. A girl needed dick and to get over the man who had ripped her heart from her chest.
"Satoru." My fingers curled around the doorknob, pulling it. The door clicked closed behind me. "What're you doing here?" I asked. His gaze locked with mine, the intensity of the stare causing the breath to catch in my throat.
I anticipated a controlled smile to appear on his face, the one he typically wore when concealing his feelings. To my surprise, what I encountered was unguarded emotion, a level of raw pain that I seldom witnessed. Before I could fully process it, Satoru took a step forward, his arms circling my waist in a desperate embrace, and he abruptly pulled me into his large chest. As I stumbled forward, caught off guard, I let out a little "hmm," from impacting his chest. The rich, deep scent of his cologne engulfed my senses as I was pulled into the sturdy, chiseled wall of his chest, knocking me off balance. If his firm, reassuring grasp had not steadied my frame, I would have tumbled backward into the doorway.
My senses were ablaze; his subtle cologne, his hands moving over the bare skin of my arms, and my heart hammering, feeling his body so close to mine, were a disaster. My mouth opened to try and say something, anything, but nothing came out; nothing left my lips. So I did the only thing I could do, retreating from his embrace. I needed to be able to think. But in Satoru's presence, all my common sense vanished. Like it had never existed, the air had become thicker, making me feel like the oxygen had thinned.
"Princess," His voice was low, barely above a whisper, filled with emotion. "I've missed you." The words sounded slightly defeated as they drifted into my ear, carrying with them a mix of longing and sorrow. The warmth of his breath brushed softly against my cheek, sending a delicious shiver up my spine. Slowly, I lifted my head, tilted it to the side, and faced Satoru. Our faces were just mere inches apart, and in that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the intensity of our shared gaze. "Satoru, I, umm," I stammered, my head shaking in confusion as I struggled to understand my conflicting emotions. My mind and heart were engaged in a fierce internal struggle. My brain shouted NO, while my heart's response was a resounding YES. The battle between logic and emotion raged on, leaving me in a state of indecision.
He must have noticed my internal struggle, sensing my hesitation and inner conflict as I grappled with the desire to maintain proximity and the impulse to create distance between us. Despite my attempt to create space, he remained steadfast. He nervously reached for the back of his neck. "Umm, I brought these for you," Satoru awkwardly stated, presenting me with the bouquet of flowers he had been holding.
As my gaze descended upon the exquisite red roses, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. "They're absolutely stunning, Satoru. But, umm, you know, these," I hesitated, my voice faltering as I struggled to suppress the overwhelming tide of emotions threatening to consume me.
My steps faltered as I shook my head, trying to shake off the confusion and hurt. I managed to slip past him, feeling his gaze burning into my back as I made my way toward his car. In a mix of conflicting emotions, I carefully placed the roses on the cool metal hood of his car. Taking a deep breath, I longed for some much-needed clarity of thought. As I stood there, I grappled with the weight of the situation. What were my options? Should I consider forgiving him, opening myself up to the possibility of being hurt once again, or should I choose a different path?
"Why are you here?" I croak, shuffling from one foot to another. Trying to gather the strength to face him again. The hurt from the past few months had already bubbled to the surface, and I had yet to speak one coherent sentence. There was something about having him near that threw my emotions into turmoil. I could hear Satoru's soft footfalls stop just behind me. When he came into my sight, he leaned against the bumper. The bottom edge of his perfect peach of an ass rested against it, crossing his ankles, placing him at the center of my view.
Satoru was the most alluring and graceful person I'd ever encountered, his confidence seeping from every pore of his perfectly toned, pale, athletic frame. As his eyes drank me in, it felt as if a hungry lion was trying to devour his helpless prey. He was staring at me so intensely that my heart started thumping harder, my blood pressure rose, and a full blush crept up my neck. With every beat of my heart, I grew angrier with him for affecting me so much.
"Well... it's that's... those flowers are beautiful, but I'm still not understanding why you've just shown up." As his gaze shifted across my face, I noticed his long lashes gently brushing against the apples of his flushed cheeks. A fleeting shadow passed over his features, revealing a moment of inner conflict and concern, an intriguing contrast to his rugged exterior. With a nonchalant shrug and a quick adjustment of his shirt, Satoru broke the silence with an abrupt declaration: "We need to have a conversation," he muttered with a hint of tension in his voice.
His eyes quickly darted to the window, then settled on me with intensity. "Just because he's still in the room doesn't mean I won't say what I came here to say (F/N)," he asserted firmly. The muscles of my lower abdominal walls squeezed; I fisted the edge of my shirt. We'd fought many times during our relationship. To a degree, I had actually started looking forward to those fights because the makeup sex was always extra, and I couldn't complain about having wild passionate fucking with Satoru, especially since I enjoyed and missed his cock. I shook my head; where had that thought come from, 'stay focused.'
I pushed myself away from the hood of the vehicle, feeling the cool metal against my palms as I walked around to the side of the car. I needed to create some distance. As I glanced back, I noticed his gaze tracking my movements. He crossed his arms and mirrored my path.I found myself biting down on my lip, willing it not to tremble. "Let's have it then," I replied in a monotone voice. On the inside, my heart had gone haywire as Satoru's body moved toward mine. He let out a soft sigh, turning, and he let his back press against the side of his Mercedes.
Sky-blue eyes dropped to my lips before gazing over my figure. Satoru's tongue swept over his pink bottom lip in an uncharacteristically unsure move, leaving a sheen to his kissable lips and drawing attention to his mouth. "My way or your way?" he asked. My brow lifted in confusion; he used to love foreplay, and he especially enjoyed it when we fought and made up. The fact that he asked to get to the point didn't seem normal.
I stood still, feeling a slight shiver run down my spine as I shook my head in disbelief. My thoughts drifted: He could take me back to the house or his favorite restaurant. Or maybe... wait. No, we can't. Focus! I shouted inside my head. "Yours is fine," I said, sighing loudly and folding my arms across my chest. His gaze narrowed, but he nodded slowly as if acknowledging my decision.
"Good," He pushed off the car and stepped into my bubble, his giant chest almost bumping into mine. If I looked down, my nipples were bound to be standing at full attention. Satoru's face was a breath from mine, and I could smell the mint on his tongue. I was so consumed by Satoru's eyes; I hadn't noticed his large palm reaching toward me until it was grazing my ass. His other hand wrapped around my back, pulling me to him.
His deep pools of blue locked onto me, and I knew my cheeks were flushing from the heated contact. He licked his bottom lips before he bit his bottom lips between his teeth. Oh god, I want to bite them, too. No, stop it. I internally told myself. His intense gaze slowly dropped to the ground, and a determined expression overtook his features. A slight twitch of his eyebrow and the tightening of his jaw revealed his attempt to maintain composure. As he shifted his jaw from side to side, Adam's apple moved up and down, almost in slow motion, causing me to unintentionally hold my breath. When our eyes met once more, he took a step closer.
"I love you," he stated with all the seriousness he could muster. It's crazy how the words we think will never happen again are the words we want to hear the most. I stood there, shocked and in disbelief, feeling both weak and so strangely alive. "Oh," I mumbled as his thumb gently brushed over my lips, the side of his mouth twitching upward ever so slightly.
"And no.." he murmured softly. Leaning close, his lips touched mine but didn't move to a full-fledged kiss; he kept the contact a sweet feather-light press of our lips. "I won't take that back. In fact..." he drawled as he wrapped his lips around my own, claiming my mouth, his tongue diving forward tasting, memorizing every nook, every groove; my hands rise, finding their way inside his wavy hair, and I sink into him, deepening the kiss, his hand finding my hips, the other still wrapped around my body, supporting me. "I will scream it until you understand," Satoru said into my mouth. He nibbled along my chin. "No one will ever love you the way I love you (F/N)," He groaned. Pulling me tighter, his body pressed flush against mine. "Satoru," his name came out in a breathy sigh as he kissed his way back to my lips. He smiled. I love to hear you moan my name."
When had I become this girl? When my legs became as steady as Jell-O, what was wrong with me? It had been just 18 months, but it felt like an eternity. The electric buzz seemed to surge through every part of me—from my veins and nerves to my muscles. It was as if every single cell, fiber, and hair on my body was coming alive, yearning for his presence.
My eyes widened a year and a half. I have been over Satoru for a year and a half, and there he was, kissing me with the passion of a love lost. With every ounce of love that used to burn between us, Satoru made sure I felt it in his kiss. Connor's face suddenly flashed in my mind as if the thought had knocked me out of a trance. Satoru's eyes held mine as if he were waiting to see how long it would take me to realize he had a hold of me. He had control, and my mouth opened, and my lips were parted as I tried to form words."I-I, Satoru, Connor, and-"He sighed, cutting off whatever I was trying to say. "I won't give up on us-"
"But you don't understand," I stammered over him. His hands rose, sliding up my arms before cupping the back of my neck. "Don't I?" He questioned, his voice soft but intense, his thumbs softly stroking my jaw.
The moment the front door creaked open, Satoru glanced over, his hand tightening into a brief fist before relaxing. With my back turned towards the apartment, I hadn't yet pivoted to look, but I could hear his footsteps approaching. There was no mistaking the particular cadence of those footsteps – they belonged to only one person. It seemed inevitable that he would have stormed over to confront Satoru, but to our mutual surprise, Connor strode right past him. As our eyes finally met, he was already passing me. "This is done," Connor declared before striding purposefully toward his vehicle, each step echoing in the empty street."
"W-What?" I stammered, feeling completely taken aback. "Connor, wait."I sputtered out. Was he really not going to wait? My pleading words seemed to hang in the air, causing a visible shift in Connor's resolved demeanor. There was a brief pause that felt like an eternity, and in that split second, it felt like there might be a chance. As I started to move toward him, Satoru suddenly wrapped his arm around me, holding me back. His grip tightened for a moment as I struggled against it, and his calm and controlled voice had a strangely seductive quality that seemed to freeze everything around me. I found myself getting lost in the cerulean depths of his eyes. "Let him go, baby," Satoru said softly.
As my eyes flickered towards Connor, I growled at Satoru, "No, you don't get to decide for me." I felt his arm around my waist tighten, pulling me back as I watched Connor climb into his car. I struggled against Satoru's inhumanly strong embrace; his warm scent, reminiscent of woodsy notes mixed with hints of sweet cream and honey, swirled in the cool air surrounding us. Despite my efforts, I couldn't turn my gaze away from Connor, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. Finally, a commanding voice broke through my thoughts, "Take care of her, Satoru Gojo."
Satoru's arm gently squeezed me before slowly dropping down and releasing me. As Satoru nodded at Conor, a warm smile spread across his face. "Be happy," Conor called out, his voice filled with sad but playful energy. Before I could even utter the next sentence, the sound of his car door slamming shut echoed through the air as he backed out and drove away, leaving a brief sense of sadness.
Time stopped. My vision was blurred, but Connor's figure disappeared over and over again. Now, here we were, in the present. His response was so unexpected that I couldn't help but stutter in confusion. I just couldn't comprehend what he was trying to say; it was like my mind couldn't process his words. "He just, what was, I-I, don't understand."
"Shhh.." Satoru's callous fingers brushed over my skin, his lips resting against the side of my face. "No, stop it," I snapped, averting my eyes to the ground once more. "I have to go. I need to call Connor." Satoru was riled at that statement, and he didn't even let me finish the rest of what I was saying. His hands cupped my cheeks, pushing me to look him in the eye.
"Baby, look at me, please." My eyes shifted between his, looking away every once in a while. "Hey... focus on me, please." When our eyes finally found each other, the deep, oceanic blue captured mine. "What are you doing here, Satoru? I don't have the time and energy to rehash us or any of this. I think you should leave," my words came out in a fast-paced mumble.
Satoru let out a deep, weary sigh, his warm hands loosening their grip on my face until his thumbs barely grazed the apples of my cheeks. "I won't be leaving today, babe," he murmured, his voice soft yet resolute. "Not until I've said what I came here to say." Exasperation bubbled up within me, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response. His touch, though gentle, held me in place, making it impossible for me to move forward. As I stared into his bottomless, cerulean eyes, I found myself becoming lost in their depths once again. How was I supposed to resist his charm when our magnetic pull remained as strong as ever? How could he expect me to let go and heal when he refused to grant me the time and space to do so?
For a man who insisted that all he wanted was to be fuck buddies, his actions seemed to contradict his words. It was almost as if his proclamation of love for me was genuine, given the amount of effort he put into our last few interactions. "Listen to me," Satoru said, "I am not here to apologize for showing up or kissing you. I should have done it sooner."
Shaking my head, no, I pulled from him, and for once, he didn't hold on tight and let go. He watched me with an intensity that he only seemed to get with me, with his brow knitted. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the nervous energy build within me as I searched his gaze. It seemed like we were about to embark on this emotional rollercoaster all over again. "Then... what are you here for, Satoru?"
Satoru's expression grew solemn, his eyes burning as he held my stare. With a hesitant step, he inched closer, his eyes darting to the ground. Adam's apple bobbed as he took a deep breath, the rapid thudding of his heart evident, and a sheen of sweat formed on his brow. A faint, almost imperceptible sound slipped from his throat, a fracture in his composure, before he summoned the courage to lift his face, his eyes searching my features for some elusive answer. Finally, he pushed it out. The only words that ever mattered.
He nervously cleared his throat, "I am here to apologize for everything else," His jaw clenched. "I am sorry for setting us up for failure, I am sorry for never letting you in, I am sorry for treating you like property, I am sorry for letting you go, I am sorry-" he sighed, shaking his head as if the words were hard to verbalize "I didn't tell you I loved you from the very beginning when I knew I did. But most of all, I am sorry I gave up on us when you never did. I was willing to let you go and walk away, and I tried, but I couldn't. I can't leave. Because it's you, it's always been you." Satoru poured everything into his look, his blue eyes sparking love and sorrow.
"My breath refused to leave my chest, and I felt my eyes well up with tears. You deserve better than me," Satoru mumbled, his hands shoved deep into his pockets to prevent them from reaching out. I noticed him biting the inside of his cheeks, his eyes watching, analyzing, and dissecting every detail that ran across my features.
As I took in a sudden, sharp breath, I managed to say, "Then become better, Satoru." I felt a tumult of emotions welling up inside me, flooding my senses. Amidst this maelstrom, he was at the center of it all. He consumed my thoughts, clouded my mind, and evoked emotions I tried to suppress – feelings that held me in their grip, leaving me desperate to comprehend them. And he understood. His intense blue eyes softened, and he swallowed hard before nodding in acknowledgment.
I couldn't contain the affection that flowed through me. And before I could think clearly, I crashed against Satoru's chest, pulling him towards me into an embrace. We stood there. Satoru was no longer his composed self. His lips were slightly parted, and his breath shuddered. My throat contracted, and a lump formed.
His arm wrapped around my waist, the other wrapped in my hair, pressing me into him, keeping me close. "I will be better for you, only you..." He mumbled into the top of my head and placed a single chaste kiss. He was no longer holding anything back, giving me everything I had begged him for, and the desire inside me bubbled and burst.
My nose burned, and my eyes were filled with unshed tears. Satoru pulled back slightly to look at me. Tears welled in his eyes, making them impossibly blue as they shone. Every feature and line was chiseled in a way that reminded me how truly perfect he was. His thick white eyelashes were damp with tears. As the last trace of blue vanished, replaced by something new, an ocean in which I willingly got lost.
Satoru gazed at me with a gentle smile, his eyes shimmering with tears and his expression a mix of sadness and determination. He gently brushed away a tear from my cheek and whispered, "I'll be anything you need me to be. Just please don't cry anymore." His voice was filled with a deep sense of longing and regret. "I have caused you so much pain already. Please, don't shed any more tears for someone like me who is undeserving of you." Looking into his eyes, I saw a profound sense of vulnerability and sincerity that I had never noticed before. Overwhelmed by emotion, a few tears streamed down my face, and I embraced him tightly, wanting to convey all the love and reassurance that I could. At that moment, I yearned to erase all his doubts and worries and show him how special and cherished he was to me.
"Now that I have you, I promise to never let you go, princess." I ran my thumb across his bottom lip, and he closed the distance, leaning in, kissing me deeply, pouring his emotions into the kiss. With each touch, I was filled with love for him, and I thought the world could end and it would be all right.
The kiss broke, and a sob escaped me; tears streamed down my face; it hurt, but I couldn't stop the overwhelming joy and hope that was blooming inside me. I am sure that's why he didn't speak the fear of what was too real. Instead, he peppered my face with kisses, wiping my tears away with his thumbs. We held on to each other, and then everything stopped. There were no tears, no fears, no worries, just the feeling of him holding me like he would never let go. "Satoru, I have on condition," I finally mumbled.
"Yes?" he asked, pulling back just barely, our eyes connected. "We start as friends and move slow." I breathed onto his lips; his eyes widened in shock before his forehead bumped into mine as I placed my arms on either side of his neck. "Okay Sato, and no kissing." His eyes averted away with a slight pout. "Deal, Satoru?"
His hands ran down the sides of my body and up the back of my shirt as he gazed over my eyes and cheekbones. "Why would a guy friend not kiss you?" he asked, and I bit back a smile before rolling my eyes. Satoru gave a cheeky, smug smile as his eyebrows wagged playfully. The joy in my heart expanded, warming everything within my body. His body unintentionally leaned in, placing a kiss just outside my lips, lingering before finally pecking me quickly and pulling away.
With my eyes still closed, my lips pouted. "Was that an accidental kiss or a friend's kiss," I question. He snickered, his warm breath tickling my mouth and chin. "What if I said both? Unless friend kisses don't count as real kisses." His arms pulled me tight to his body, making me arch. His one hand traveled to the back of my neck while the other roamed up and down my back, tracing small shapes. "Because if that is the case, I have a lot more friend kisses I plan on giving you."
My head was in the clouds; Satoru gave a playful peck at the corner of my lips."Cheesy," I say.
As he playfully scoffed, "Come on, that was good," I couldn't help but laugh as his lips left a trail of peppered kisses across my face. With each kiss, he whispered, "I love you," it was both endearing and surreal to see him so liberated and full of life.
Then, in a moment of unexpected seriousness, he uttered, "I also have a condition, Princess. I know I have no right to demand it, but I will."
My eyes locked onto his as his eyes studied the contours of my lips. "My work stays private for now. I told you I was a teacher, but it goes much deeper. I will be gone some night, and I can't tell you why, but I promise to tell you when I have to go and when I should return. I want you to be safe, and I can't keep you safe if you know about that side of my life." He whispered. His warm tongue brushed lightly over my lower lip before kissing the same spot. "And that was still a friend kiss," he laughed.
" agreed," I whisper between his small nibbles and small light-teasing kisses. His lips felt divine, like candy I never knew I needed. "Do we have a deal?" he asks.
My head leaned back slightly as Satoru's lips pressed into the front of my neck. "I thought-" A quiet whimper leaves my mouth when his mouth runs over my jawline as his fingers draw my bottom lip down. The tip of his tongue caressed my lower lip slowly, gently, sweetly, and painfully innocently before his eyes leveled mine again.
"Princess..." Satoru drew his gaze away as a warm flush painted his cheeks pink. "Yes, but there is a fine line; those friend kisses you give are a little scandalous for friends." My voice faltered between low whimpers as he tilted his head just a little further, his full and soft lips gently pushed past mine. He was teasing me. With an almost innocent brush of our lips before backing away, smirking against mine. My heart ached with wanting. Each nerve ending in my body was alight; his touch burned, branding, but it was so sweet that it was unbearable.
"Hey, Satoru, what made you want to come and apologize to fix our relationship?" I blurted out before my mouth could stop me. "I could see that I was actively losing you, and the thought of you not by my side or in my life was too much to fathom. On top of it all, one of my students, Yuji, he umm, yeah, and I realized life was too short to act like a child," he breathed. His mouth pressed a hard kiss onto the side of my face. And he straightened himself. "I can't explain anything, but it put many things in perspective for me. I hope to live a long life (F/N), but even if I don't, at least I lived a full one." his voice was hushed, his body becoming ridged; he cleared his throat, trying his best to distract me from his change.
My chest tightens with emotion, and a frown tugs at the corners of my mouth as my gaze falls downward. "Satoru, don't say things like that. We will grow old together," I manage to say, feeling a rush of warmth flood my cheeks as the realization of my words sinks in. Satoru's shoulders shake from silent laughter, his eyes gleaming with happiness.
As he looked at me with a playful expression, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's that, my silly girl? Is that a confession?" I couldn't help but playfully push at his stomach with my palms, eliciting his hearty chuckle. His large hands then gently slid over my tiny ones. "Maybe," I laughed, leaning into his chest, and he responded with a heartwarming smile. His nose gently nudged my jaw as he said, "To friends, for now, princess."
A look of mischievous joy danced through the depths of his eye. His warm gaze shot down to meet mine as a coy smile teased the edges of his lips, showing off a cute set of dimples, his arms wrapped tighter around my hips. His forehead touched mine as his gaze settled on my mouth. His warm, delicious, and tempting breath against my lips, he breathed out. "Friend kiss." He states, his lips kissing the tip of my nose, followed by the cheek, chin, and then the corner of my mouth. I was literally panting by the time his mouth left me to return to my forehead.
Satoru gave one final squeeze, placing another peck at the tip of my nose before stepping back. Grabbing the roses, he picked off the hood, handing me them. "I need to calm down, Jr, or I am never leaving," he smiled, the blush darkening as he adjusted his erection. My blush mirrored his own before we fell into an easy laughter. The tension instantly dissolved.
"I have this school exchange event I have to train one of my students for, but when I get back, we need to have dinner." I nodded, holding onto the flower. "Sounds like a date," my grin is stupid wide. He turns, giving me a shy glance. "I know you want to take it slow, so we will, but-" He pulls me, and I stumble forward into his arms, pressing his body onto my own as his arm loops around my neck, and a smile spreads across his face. His nose touches mine, and a fuzzy warmth spreads from my core outward.
"For now (F/n), I will take all the friend kisses I can get before I go," he whispered against my lips, kissing the corner of my lips. His one hand snaked around my body, pushing at the small of my back, making me arch, the flowers sandwiched between us. I closed my eyes, wishing he would just kiss me. The pecks were sweet and innocent. But that was the opposite of what I wanted. "That's a dangerous statement, Gojo."
His mouth moves over mine as I gasp, a content hum passing over his tongue into mine before his grip releases me; a moan escapes, a weak "uhmmm." A crooked grin spread over his features before he pressed one more chaste kiss, and this time, a surprised gasp passed my lips when his tongue grazed my bottom lip.
"Danger has always been the way I work, baby girl." I am sure my pupils were dilated with excitement now. He grabbed his hard and thick erection in front of me before giving his penis a good rub. Satoru winked as his tongue shot over his top teeth and the edge of his lips. "When I'm gone, think of me." I bit back the whimper at the loss of his touch as he left me and jumped back into his car. Rolling down the windows, he patted his lap. I rolled my eyes, holding back a smile as I clutched my chest. I watched his car pull off, making a turn, leaving me on the street with his flowers.
Friends for now.