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Double Time

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The party is finally over (but not without some drama)

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"Are you okay?"

Time seemed to run again when Megumi's soft voice reached your ears. One of his hands reached out towards you slowly but subconscious to you, you had begun to shrink away from him as your thoughts continued to race wildly through your mind. It was as if there were a dozen things running rampant at that moment and your anxiety was creeping up on you.

"[y/n]?" he probed again but he did not reach out to you again. "Did I do something wrong…? Or is this about-"

"I'm sorry, Megumi… I-I just need some fresh air-" you began to say as you stood up, but he was not convinced. He grabbed your hand and held you in place. "Please."

"Wait, [y/n]," he hesitated for a second before he met your eyes. His free hand gently held your face. "I meant what I said earlier, okay? I'm sorry if things were moving too quickly… I just thought-"

"No, no. It's not that at all," you shook your head, carefully pulling his hand off as you backed towards the locked door. "I'm sorry, I just really need to get out of here right now."

Then you ran.

It felt like you were caught in some sort of hazy fever dream. You were a complete mess when you clambered out of the bedroom, shoving past a confused Yuuji as you searched for the nearest way out. You desperately wanted fresh air, to get away from the people, the noise, the heat; your heart was hammering in your chest as all these dreadful thoughts began consuming you.

Just when things were beginning to look up, you were hit by the same obstacle that always stood your way. An obstacle in the form of a man that was much too attractive for his own good, a man with a bit of a sadistic streak who found a target to torture in you. The very same man who had encouraged you to attend this party knowing full well that you would have refused to go to any informal gathering where the two of you may be seen together by students. In his very own words, it was supposed to be a chance for you to let your hair down, to relax and maybe even make friends… so why the fuck was he here now?

What the hell was going on?

Did you really just run out on the guy you've been crushing on for weeks? Did you really just leave him with his pants around his ankles? Were you really about to have sex with him in someone else's bed?

Had you just blown your one chance?

The questions kept jumping at you one by one and all you knew was that the fault mostly laid with the sadistic man that was too attractive for his own good… and you were currently watching that bastard soak up all the attention he was receiving from the group of female students gathered around him.

Satoru has always been good at making an entrance, whether it was lectures, meetings or even dates. Not only did he enjoy the attention, but he was a natural at drawing eyes and you were not any less immune to his innate charm. The panic that you had felt earlier had vanished the moment you laid eyes on him, the feeling hadn't just disappeared, but you just found yourself stopped in your tracks and watched him from afar. You watched the way he almost appeared to glow from pure bliss as he spoke to the girls without a care in the world. It was a scene that you were so used to by now but the sight of it still made you feel rather numb.

"Oh my god, I told you it was Gojo-sensei," a hushed voice came from behind you as two more girls rushed by to join the ever-growing group. It was Eri and her friend. Satoru looked up at the two girls' arrival and it was also that moment when he spotted you standing in the shadow of the doorway.

You froze when his face perked up and he made his way over towards you with a warm smile on his face.

"I've been looking for you all over, [y/n]!" he pulled you into an embrace that was much too intimate for what would have been appropriate for your supposed professional relationship. At this close, you can smell his expensive cologne mixed with a hint of his favourite brandy. The man was drunk.

"How much have you had to drink?" you asked in a low voice, prying his arms off you as casually as you could; already aware of the eyes that were on you. Unfortunately, this was a situation you were all too familiar with and it was never a good sign when Satoru drank as he usually just becomes a huge walking liability; usually to himself. "Gojo-sensei?"

"Hm? … Sorry, it's just… you look so hot, [y/n]. Why have you never worn this for me before?" Satoru's eyes were peering down your body and you just about wanted to smack him but at least he had the decency to speak quietly enough so that your audience couldn't hear. Though knowing him in this state, he could slip up at any moment and you were getting anxious about how delicate this situation was.

Yuuji entered the room that moment and managed to walk right between you and Satoru. "Sensei, I got the opener-! Oh [y/n]-san! I'm so sorry for interrupting earlier, I didn't think that you two were uh- you know."

"Wait a minute Yuuji-kun, she was doing what with who?"

"You know it's not to nice to gossip about people right in front of them, sensei," you reprimanded him with a sigh. "Would you mind giving us a few minutes, Yuuji? Gojo-sensei has had a bit too much to drink and I need to make sure he's okay."

"Oh, yeah of course… I'll let the others know."

"Help yourself to the wine!" Satoru winked back.

Yuuji looked a little unsure as you led Satoru away towards the veranda door. Thankfully, he kept whatever concerns he had to himself and let you move on relatively easily as he went to appease the group of girls that had been watching you.

It was quite late in the evening now and the cold air hit you instantly as soon as you opened the back door, but you braved it as you dragged Satoru out into the back garden. The cold mixed with the dark meant that the veranda and garden was mostly empty apart from the two odd smokers, but they paid you two no mind as you walked by and headed deeper into the garden away from the windows and prying eyes.

There was a small back gate between some tall hedges and trees, it was much quieter here and the foliage provided some decent cover.

"God, why did you drink so much, Satoru?" you muttered as you dug your phone out of your bag and immediately began to scroll through your contacts. "Weren't you supposed to be on a date?"

"Yeah, we decided to swing around."

"Wait, you mean to tell me that your date is here somewhere?" you paused your typing mid-sentence, glancing up at him and you frowned when he nodded back nonchalantly. "And you left her alone to chat up eighteen year olds?"

He shrugged back as he sipped on the bottle of beer he had managed to carry out with him during the earlier chaos. You shook your head as you made a grab for the bottle and took it from him.

"Unbelievable," you sighed as you placed the bottle on a fence before returning to your message.

There was already protocol in place for instances where Satoru showed up unannounced at your front door drunk in the middle of the night, or when he upset some important woman or another; but this was significantly more serious given that he's turned up to an informal student function and this wouldn't be the first time he's embarrassed himself in front of an entire freshman cohort.

Babysitting a rich CEO was really not part of your job description but it was become so commonplace now that it has become second nature to pick up after Satoru's messes. But with that said, you could always rely on his entourage who seemed to be available at all hours as they were used to getting messages from you at ungodly hours, and for better or worse, they were always prepared to help you when they received yet another message from you.

You let out a quiet sigh once you sent off the first message to Satoru's driver. The message simply wrote that Satoru needed to be picked up and you sent a location tracker. That was simple enough to do, the next was a little trickier and you so hated asking but you had to, and given his answer you may have to leave a note with Nanami so he could do some potential damage control.

"So who is your date?"

"She's a model, kind of looks like you… a little taller maybe? Less cute for sure."

"I need a name, Satoru."

"Something Mari."

Typical.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you typed in 'Model Mari' into the search engine. Hits came immediately and the top result was her modelling profile which displayed some of her portfolio. Your eyes widened at the eye-watering luxury brands that popped up one after the other. It was not too surprising that he had been on a date with another beautiful woman but it was surprising that she appeared to be rather distinguished and he had the gall to bring her to this university house party then abandon her.

Then you spotted the short trivia right at the bottom of the page, and the very first one written reads that she was the only daughter of a famous technology mogul. Yep, you definitely had to leave a message with Nanami.

Satoru was still standing by your side mumbling incoherently as you responded to a message from his driver Ijichi. After confirming with him to best have the car around the back of the house, you then opened up your messages with Nanami.

"She really isn't as cute as you are," he rambled. "I don't even like her that much."

"I believe you."

"You do?"

"Yeah," you glanced at him. "I mean you barely even have a heart."

"But I love you, [y/n]! I really do! I can feel it right here in my chest!"

"No you don't," you shushed him. "The only thing you're feeling right now is the brandy and you need to sober up… Okay, just wait here. I'm going to get you some water."

"Noo, don't go-"

"Satoru?"

A female voice appeared and you both turned around to find Mari standing there watching you two. You easily recognised her from the photographs but she really was on another level of gorgeous in person; she had a pretty small face, thin as a stick and had legs for days. It didn't appear that she heard any of your conversation but she still had a rather apprehensive look on her face as she approached. The stunning sequinned dress she was wearing under her fur coat twinkled in the moonlight and her matching brand name heels clicked with every step.

She may have been the one overdressed for this event but when stood beside Satoru, the two looked undeniably good together. God, you really hated meeting his girlfriends.

"Oh, hi there. Are you one of Satoru's students?"

"She's my T.A," Satoru responded before you could. "I'm actually going to be staying but I can call you a car."

"Are you serious right now?" Mari's displeasure was clear on her face. "You finally take me out on a date, drag me to some kid's party and now you're going to bail on me?"

"That's precisely it," he had the audacity to smile. "But like I said, I'll call you a-"

"Save it. I'll find my own way… but you really are a nasty piece of work, Satoru," the young woman huffed as she pulled her phone out and began typing furiously. She glanced up to shoot another dirty look at the man when she noticed him looking at you and a figurative lightbulb appeared to go off in her head. "You better watch yourself because he's just going to use you and throw you away like he does with everyone else. Save yourself the trouble and get out while you still can."

With that proclamation, she stomped off without so much as another look back.

Oh, the irony. This much you were already painfully aware of and you almost wished that someone had been kind enough to give you this warning years ago before you got involved with Gojo Satoru. Or maybe, you had the obligation now that you were someone who knew what kind of man Satoru was; perhaps you should be the one to paint a giant red flag on him to serve as a warning to others.

"Wow, that's low, Satoru. Even for you…" you shook your head as you turned your attention back down to your phone.

"Who are you texting anyway…?" Satoru peered over your shoulder. "Nanami?! Why the hell are you texting him?!"

"Because you pay him to keep you out of trouble and you just let trouble walk away."

You finished typing out your message which included the model's info, what you had just witnessed and everything that has transpired tonight (at least as far as you were aware of). It probably won't be a huge problem for Nanami seeing as this was one of the lesser egregious things he has done to a female companion but it was still worth letting Nanami know and it gave you a peace of mind knowing that your boss won't be blacklisted by Tokyo's elites come tomorrow morning.

The real issue probably laid in the fact he showed up to the party at all and you had also sent a brief note regarding the situation. The whole thing was beginning to give you a headache and you wanted it to be over already.

"Okay, your driver is almost here. Just wait here quietly while I get you some water."

"I'm not going."

"Yes, you are," you prided yourself in being a generally patient person but even you had your limits, that and mixed with the alcohol that you had both consumed, you were beginning to grow frustrated with the man. Not that he didn't already have a way of pushing your buttons., "Satoru, the only reason why I came at all was because you said you weren't coming. You know it's not a good idea for us to be seen together outside of class."

"Sure, or do you just want to go running back to your boy toy?"

"Sorry?"

"Megumi. He was the one you were hooking up with earlier, right?"

"That is really none of your business," you retorted coldly. "And you of all people have absolutely no right to question my relationships."

Your tone had caught him off guard and his gaze sharpened when he realised that he might have just overstepped himself. A wistful expression emerged on his face and his azure eyes almost appeared to glow as he took a step towards you.

"I wasn't try to… Look, I'm sorry," he sighed as he seemed to be having a moment of clarity which hopefully meant that he was beginning to sober up. "I know I shouldn't have turned up like this but I wanted to see you so badly. I missed you, alright?"

Your stomach twisted and it felt like the ground was about to fall out from under you. It was taking every bit of you willpower not to break down as you focused on your anger to keep the tears from falling.

How dare he say that to you?

How could he be so cruel?

"Why do you keep doing this to me, Satoru?" you said quietly. "It's just too much sometimes… All this talk about how you love me, how you wanted to see me… Even if it's a joke, it's cruel, Satoru. How am I supposed to move on with my life if you won't allow me to? What do you want from me?"

"… [y/n]… I-" he began when something else caught his attention and he quickly glanced up to a spot somewhere behind you. His eyes narrowed as he called out. "Who's there?"

All your bitter thoughts were immediately replaced with what was irrefutably fear. Anxious at the thought that someone had overheard your conversation and fear of the consequences finally catching up to you.

Was it Mari? Or a student?

The idea of either terrified you to the core and all you could do was stand there and wait for your nightmare to unfold right before your very eyes. It was the worst possible outcome that you had worked so hard to avoid, done so much to ensure that your secret stayed hidden; all that work and it was about to be shattered. How could you get so careless in a situation where you should have been the most conscious of your surroundings?!

Beside you, Satoru remained vigilant as he stared ahead just as beadily as you were and you were grateful that for once he did not have blasé look on his face. For once, he appeared just as shaken up as you were and you could tell that he was just as worried about the thought of being potentially found out. It was odd given the situation, but you did find his reaction reassuring as you could now tell that he's finally sobered up and you weren't left alone to handle this situation.

Footsteps came shortly after and your mouth dropped agape when you saw Megumi stepping out from behind the tall shrub. You searched his face for any sign of appal or revulsion, but he appeared just as he normally did; looking no different than he usually did when he would blankly sit through a lecture. Megumi simply stood there and waited to be spoken to first.

"Oh, if it isn't Megumi-kun," Satoru greeted his student with one of his usual smiles, but it fell slightly short and the smile wasn't quite put together as it normally was. "How's it going?"

"Fine," Megumi barely acknowledged his lecturer before he turned to you. "I heard that you were out here so- Aren't you cold?"

"Hm? Oh," you glanced down at your attire and it was as if you suddenly remembered that you were stood out here in the freezing cold weather wearing practically nothing. Megumi didn't wait for you to respond as he unzipped his jacket and held it out to you. You thanked him as you slipped the jacket over your shoulders and welcomed the warmth that enveloped your body. Heat grew on your cheeks and you knew it wasn't just because of the jacket.

"So I thought you weren't coming to the party, Gojo-sensei," Megumi broke the silence unexpectedly. "You've got everyone in an uproar inside."

"Oh yeah, well I wasn't planning on it but I guess I got bored," Satoru chuckled lightly as he adjusted his blazer. The hesitation in his voice from before had disappeared now as he seemed to have taken a hold of the situation. "[y/n] was just giving me the scolding of a lifetime."

"Not undeserved, I'm sure," if the venom in his voice didn't already give him away, Megumi actually scoffed at the taller man before he turned his attention back to you once again. "Everything okay, [y/n]? I was concerned after what happened earlier."

"Yeah, I'm fine," you nodded back with an awkward smile. "I'm just getting a little tired… I was thinking about heading home actually."

"Don't go on my account, [y/n]," Satoru interjected with a wry smile. "I'll behave."

"This isn't about you, Gojo-sensei," you played off his comment with a light sigh when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. "Anyway, your driver is here now. You should probably go home before you disturb the students anymore."

"Okay, well at least let me take you home."

"No, thank you," you said firmly, painfully aware of the way Megumi was watching you two. "I don't live far from here."

"That's beside the point, you shouldn't be walking home in the dark by yourself."

"Sensei-"

"Oh come on, kitten. Don't be like that."

"Could you stop that, sensei?" Megumi's voice cut through the air like a blade and his expression had turned dark as he stepped towards Satoru, blocking you from the snowy haired man. "This is hardly an appropriate way for an educator to be behaving, much less a grown man. I don't now what you're trying to play at here but stop it."

"Whatever do you mean, Megumi-kun?"

"You know exactly what I mean. She is trying so hard to hold this situation together and you're just throwing her efforts back in her face."

"So you did hear us," Satoru eyed the younger man down. "What do we do now, [y/n]?"

Two pairs of eyes turned to you in that instant and you were trapped under their gazes; you felt like a deer in headlights. What could you even say at this point?

"Megumi… I…" you managed to stammer out. "H-How much did you hear?"

You wanted nothing more than to disappear as you thought of how deplorable your actions have been. How you must look in Megumi's eyes. Not only were you caught having a forbidden relationship with a lecturer but you had spent most of the evening flirting and chasing after a student you were responsible for. It was a truth you hadn't wanted to admit, but you felt like a whore.

"Pretty much everything…" Megumi took a deep breath before continuing. "But [y/n]-"

"What do you want to keep this quiet?"

"What? I don't want anything," Megumi looked almost offended when he turned back to Satoru with a scowl. "What is the matter with you?"

"Everyone wants something," Satoru responded with a shrug. "Grades? Money? Her?"

"I don't want anything," Megumi reiterated. "But I do have a suggestion for you, sensei. Stop messing around before people really get hurt."

"Don't talk so high and mighty, brat," Satoru sneered back down at him. "You don't know the first thing about me, or her for that matter. You're in no position to lecture me."

"Stop it, Satoru. This isn't helping," you hissed. Before you even realised it, the tension between the two had escalated to a breaking point and you knew that you had to separate the two. "Come on-"

You grabbed Satoru's arm and attempted to drag him away before Megumi spoke again.

"I know people like you sensei and I also know from experience that the people around you only get hurt. I can't just stand by and watch you shamelessly play with people."

"You sure have a lot to say about us, Megumi," Satoru cocked his head to a side as he spoke. "Figure all that out from eavesdropping one conversation?"

"… No," he glanced at you momentarily. "I've known for a while."

"Wait, what?" your hand that had been clutching on Satoru's arm fell. "What do you mean?"

"[y/n]…" Megumi faced you slowly. "I stopped by this week's peer mentoring session and I… I saw you two."

"You saw us…?"

Your voice came out as a mere whisper as you repeated after him. You thought back to what had transpired on campus that afternoon and your mouth went dry at the revelation that he had seen you… watched you and Satoru…

Deep shame coursed through your body and you felt yourself going faint.

"Y-You mean… this entire time… you knew?"

He nodded.

"Yes… I'm…"

His head dropped down to hide his face and you weren't sure if he had said anything else as your mind just went blank.

What happened next went by so quickly that you didn't even realise what had happened until Satoru was dragging you away from the house. The two of you had left through the back gate and you were walking hand in hand along a dimly lit street. The fog in your mind was just starting to lift when Satoru ushered you into the back of the Mercedes.

"Where to Gojo-san?"

"[y/n]?" Satoru immediately took his blazer off as he settled in the plush leather seat. He gave you a few seconds and waited for to respond, but his brows furrowed when you didn't. "Let's go back home."

"No, you're dropping me off at my place."

"Fine, we'll head to [y/n]'s first," Satoru almost rolled his eyes as he leaned towards the divider. "Hey, you got some water up front, Ijichi?"

The driver Ijichi, a man who looked beyond his twenty or so years, nodded back as he passed back two bottles of water. Satoru thanked the man as the privacy screen slid up in place leaving the two of you alone and quiet in the backseat. The engine started and a quiet rumble vibrated throughout the vehicle as it began to move.

The journey back to yours would probably take no more than five minutes tops but time was going very slowly and there was nowhere to hide.

"Here," he passed you a bottle as he chugged the other. It was childish, but you ignored him the entire time he held the bottle out to you. "… You're mad at me."

"Of course I am," you instinctively turned to look out the window but remembered that the car had ridiculous tinted windows installed. "… I can't believe you've done this."

"It'll be fine. It's not like the he's going to tell anyone. The kid's whipped for you."

"That's not the point, Satoru," you frowned. "Why did you say all that stuff about walking me home? Disregarding the fact that he already knew, at that point we didn't know for certain he overheard us and you knew exactly how saying that would come across."

"Let it go [y/n], it was just a bit of fun."

"No, I'm not letting it go so tell me."

"The kid gave you his jacket and basically told me to fuck myself. What was I supposed to do?"

"Oh, grow up, Satoru!" you groaned. "Please don't tell me you only gave him attitude and tried to jeopardise the situation because you were feeling petty."

"Fine, I knew he already knew, okay? He's also not the type to go spreading it around so I wasn't that bothered by it."

"How did you know he heard us?"

"I didn't, but I saw him after we fucked."

"You what?" you were seething at this point. "What do you mean?"

"I saw him after we fucked," he turned and looked you right in the eye. "We must have looked fucking good because the kid was just stood there with his mouth hanging open and didn't run in time. Not a very good spy, your boyfriend…"

"You didn't think to tell me this?"

"Not necessary, he would have told everyone immediately if he had planned to but he's not the type."

"Then why did you provoke him with all that crap about paying him off?"

"I just wanted to tease him a bit and see what his reaction would be."

"… You should have told me."

"Like I said, it wasn't necessary. Plus, I wanted to see how things would play out but I didn't think you two would have hooked up already," he grinned. "He probably thinks you're an easy fuck-"

You saw red.

Surprising even yourself, your hand flew towards his face in a split second but he had swiftly caught your wrist before you could make contact with his cheek. There was a brief pause as he simply stared back at you, clearly startled, before the expression was replaced with an infuriating grin as he started to chuckle. His laughter only inflamed the anger within you further as you tried to pull yourself free from his grip.

"Let go," you hissed, your hand shook in his hold as he kept his tight grasp on your wrist. "I said let go!"

"Now, now… do you promise to play nice if I let go?"

"…. Fine."

With the self-satisfied smirk still plastered on his face, he finally loosened his grip on your wrist and you slipped out of his hold. He opened his mouth to speak again but before he could get any words out, you pulled your hand back and threw it into his face again.

This time you hit him and your fingers struck his cheek with an audible slap. A growing red mark was becoming more visible on his pale skin by the second. Even you were stunned by what you had just done and your breath hitched in your throat when you noticed his eyes had darkened.

"S-Satoru, I-"

Without warning, Satoru crashed his lips over yours and he pulled you into a tight embrace as he lifted you onto his lap. His hands immediately busied themselves with your body as he ran them along your hips and waist.

"Satoru, wait…" you whispered between gasps of air. "Satoru!"

"No waiting… That was so fucking sexy, [y/n]," he moaned. The tension from earlier dissipated when you saw that the slap had not upset him at all, in fact the whole situation had just turned up his arousal instead. "Slap me again?"

"As if…" you watched him cautiously as he smirked back up at you. You still couldn't believe you had slapped him like that, his reaction aside, you were growing uneasy by how much you had enjoyed that. Slapping him and his reaction to it. You could feel heat pooling between your legs and his own excitement was obvious by his growing bulge poking against your inner thigh. "You're sick, Satoru."

"Don't pretend that didn't turn you on even a little," he inched up towards you with another shit eating grin. No matter how much you wanted to deny it, you knew he was right and he knew just as well. "C'mere…"

You closed your eyes and allowed him to pull you back down for another kiss.

No matter what your feelings may be towards him, your body tend to have its own volition when it came to Satoru and he was not afraid to exploit this fact.

In no time did you find yourself kissing him back, your tongue glided along his as your body softened under his touches. At this moment, your mind possessed a mind of its own and it wanted Satoru.

"Oh, fuck yes…" he moaned when you palmed his erection over his trousers. His hands on your waist slid upwards and under the jacket you were wearing, he traced the outline of your body before hastily pulling away. "Get this fucking thing off."

Satoru practically growled as he roughly tore off Megumi's jacket and tossed it aside, revealing your corset top he had been eyeing up most of the night. An appreciative sigh left his lips as he took a moment to lean back and take in the view of you sitting on top of him. His fingers tangled with the silk laces loose from your top and you swore you felt his dick harden even more in your hand.

"You really look sexy tonight, [y/n]," he traced your curves with his large hand as his fingers continued to play with the black lacing. "Got all dressed up for him, did you?"

"What about you? An Armani suit for a stupid freshman party?" you stared him down, enjoying the way he was looking at you. Despite your complaints, he really did look good in his dark dress shirt that he liked to wear with the top two buttons undone so that you could see a hint of his deliciously pale collar, and all the while he still wore that stupid sexy smirk on his face. "Get over yourself, Satoru."

"But it's your favourite."

"Oh, shut up," you snapped and he chuckled slightly but obliged as he turned his attention back to your outfit. His slender fingers carefully tugged on the laces on the corset and the top quickly came undone, allowing your perky breasts to spill out of its tight confinement. Satoru let out a breathy sigh as he immediately tended to a rosy bud and began sucking on you eagerly.

A low whine from your lips as he continued his ministrations and you were starting to go lightheaded when you reached for his trousers.

"Fuuuck," he groaned into your breast when you began to stroke his length. "Wait, [y/n]- Not so fast-"

"Stop talking," you continued to jerk him off and it wasn't long before he was panting and a red twinge appeared on his cheeks, masking the prominent slap mark. The alcohol he has had was having an adverse affect on him and you knew he probably won't last much longer. "Didn't you say no waiting earlier? Wasn't this what you wanted?"

Satoru jerked forward at your words, his expression was somewhere between amusement and panic as he nodded back frantically. For once, he stayed true to your command and remained quiet as you continued to pump him, the only noises he made were gasps in between the panting. He let out a wince as he threw his head back against the seat, and his eyes looked clouded over as his pretty face contorted into pure ecstasy.

"Is that good?" you taunted him, relishing in the absolute power you currently held over him. "Tell me how good it is."

"S-So fucking good…" he spluttered. "More… Make me fucking cum."

With your hands still working him, you climbed off his lap, leaned over him and lowered your lips over his dick. A jolt flew through Satoru that instant and he let out a loud groan as you began bobbing you head up and down, sucking the tip as you continued to pump him. His body began to shake as his hands grabbed the sides of your head and he began to thrust into your mouth.

"Fuck, [y/n]… Fuck! I'm cumming…!"

His hips bucked erratically as his grip on you tightened as if he was holding on for dear life. His seed shot into your mouth at that moment and you did your best to take it in as it filled your mouth, but it was too much and some ended up spilling out. You used one of your hands to hold your face to stop it from dripping and reached for the first thing you could find to wipe it up.

Satoru continued to twitch for a few moments before he slowly regained composure. He glanced over at you and chuckled. "And just like that you've gone and ruined your favourite suit."

"So burn it," you wiped your hands on the already stained blazer before tossing it aside and reached for your discarded items. "I'm going then."

"What?"

Your sudden goodbye surprised him but he quickly realised that you have long reached your destination and the car had stopped for a while now. He watched you pull on Megumi's jacket over your bare skin and you zipped it all the way to your neck before you picked up your bag.

"You won't invite me up so I can return the favour?"

"No, I'm fine," you hooked the little bag over your shoulder and reached for the door. Your hand stopped when it touched the cool metal of the handle. "… I think we should stop seeing each other."

"Isn't this already us not seeing each other?"

"I mean it… I can't keep running around in circles like this, Satoru," you sighed. "It's fucking exhausting."

"… You always say that, kitten, and yet you always come back."

"I'm serious this time… I quit," you opened the car door and stepped out. "Oh and you can keep the top."