"HANDS IN THE AIR IF YOU GOT A BIG DICK," Shoko shouts, giggling along with Eri as the two hold on to one another for balance. Shoko's short, red dress sparkles under the lights. Her long brown hair curls at the ends. Eri's darker hair is pinned up, showing off her shoulders in her strapless dress.

How that dress is staying up with how much Eri is swaying is a mystery.

Kagome pinches the bridge of her nose. "Uh…Shoko, maybe you shouldn't have anything else to drink."

Seriously, how much has Shoko had to drink? She made it seem like it would be difficult for her to get drunk with her reverse curse technique.

"What?" Shoko whips her head around. Her face flushed pink. "Are you kidding? I haven't let loose in years!" She throws her hands up and sways to her own beat. Her dress sparkles and Shoko looks like she is having fun.

"Right." Kagome frowns. "But you're asking dick sizes in the middle of the dance floor." Maybe this is normal behavior, but the Shoko she sees at school is not this…wild?

Then again, Kagome doesn't know Shoko all that well.

"And not one of them raised their damn hands."

"Maybe." Hiccup. "Maybe we should have gone to a different club," Eri chimes.

"There's nothing wrong with average dick," Ayumi says, swaying her hips to the beat. "Some of the bigger ones don't know what to do with it." Ayumi giggles and does a shimmy.

Thank Kami her dress isn't strapless.

"Ain't that the truth," Yuka agrees. "They think they can just jackhammer it in. I'd take a small one instead."

Kagome blinks and then runs a hand down her face. "Guys…"

"Why the hell would you want a small one?" Shoko asks, dancing with Eri.

"They usually compensate with their tongues."

"Oohh, I didn't think of that."

"Hojo-kun must have been amazing," Yuka says.

"What?" Kagome tugs at her ear. "What about Hojo?"

"I mean, you guys were together for so long."

"Star-crossed lovers," Ayumi says with a sigh.

"And he hasn't given up hope," Eri says.

"Oh, yeah!" Shoko yells. "Gojo is fucking crazy about ya. I thought he was gonna bite Nanami's head off."

…Satoru?

"Who is Gojo?"

"No one," Kagome says with a sigh. "Come on, I think we could all use some more water."

The girls grumble, but trail after her towards the bar. Kagome orders all of them a water and bites back another sigh. Everyone just needs to sober up a tad.

"IS THAT IJICHI!" Shoko yells, pointing at a man in a…suit with his long curly black hair that looks like he wanted to be in one of those American rock bands.

"Doesn't Ijichi have short hair?" Kagome muses. Wait. She narrows her eyes at the tall stranger behind the not-Ijichi. His hair is dark. But there's something about him wearing shades inside the nightclub and the tugging of his energy on hers.

No way.

He didn't.

Kagome turns away and glances back over at the girls. "Who are you texting?" she asks Ayumi, partly because she is nosy and partly because that is definitely not Satoru making his way over towards her in a wig.

And that dark red shirt is giving her ideas.

"Someone that is so excited to meet you," Ayumi gushes. "And the guy I've been seeing is on his way over here now." Ayumi slides her phone back into her purse and leans over. "I'm hoping that it's deliverable dick."

"What is deliverable dick?" Kagome's brows furrow together. The heat of Satoru's body singes her back. She is not looking at him. She is not acknowledging him.

She doesn't know him.

"Dick that always delivers," Ayumi says, nodding her head as though she is explaining something so basic. "It ain't got to be big. Average is fine with me. But it needs to deliver."

"Ahem." Satoru coughs, but Kagome ignores him.

"Right. Right." Kagome sips her water. "Do I know this person who is so excited to meet me?"

"You didn't tell her?" Yuka asks.

Oh, no. Kagome clucks her tongue. She doesn't even need to guess who it is.

"Guys, how could you?"

They look at her and blink. Well, Shoko somehow got a hold of more alcohol and doesn't seem to be quitting. Eri giggles, hops off the stool, and heads back out on the dance floor.

"And you, Yuka?" Kagome glares.

"Oh! I spy a guy that definitely has a small dick." She wiggles her fingers and makes a tactical retreat.

Satoru chokes behind her.

"All of you suck," Kagome grumbles.

"I'm planning to later. Maybe you will too." Ayumi pats her shoulder and then perks up. "Oh, here they come."

Kagome rolls her eyes. Satoru's energy surges, but whatever his deal is, he needs to handle it on his own. She helped him on that mission, and she gave him a small massage.

"Kagome!" Hojo yells over the music. His brown hair is spiked up and two of his buttons are undone.

Kagome blinks. What's with the new look?

"The girls told me, so you don't have to explain." Hojo takes the spot Ayumi was in. He bites his lip, but it looks like he is gnawing on it.

"They told you I was with this guy?" Kagome reaches behind her and grabs Satoru, pulling him forward. "See, me and him." She smiles and reaches up, caressing Satoru's face.

Hojo clears his throat. "A man that wears sunglasses in a nightclub? Kagome…" Hojo reaches over and pats her thigh. "You don't have to pretend you don't want me. I already know these dates were just a game to make me jealous."

"Who the fuck are you?" Satoru growls out.

Kagome shivers. His breath fans her ear.

"Kagome, what is his name?" Shoko asks, sipping on her drink.

"Satoru."

"Mori."

Shoko chortles. Hojo frowns and taps his fingers on the bar. Kagome sighs and turns around, angling her body to Satoru.

"Satoru, I know it's you," she whispers-yells. "Why are you wearing a wig and why is Ijichi wearing one that belongs on a Halloween costume?"

"…What gave it away?"

"Your energy!"

Honestly, what has gotten into him? He comes in playing tug of war with her and he thinks she wouldn't notice that it is him under that black wig?

"His what?" Hojo asks, but Kagome pays him no mind.

"Take off that damn wig. You look ridiculous."

Satoru pouts and rips off his dark wig. He tosses it behind him, hitting Ijichi in the face. Ijichi struggles to keep his glasses on and the wig lands in his drink, tipping it over and spilling onto the bar.

"Nooooo!" Ijichi sobs, "I just wanted one drink." He takes off his long curly wig and blows his nose in it. "Just one drink!"

"It's okay, Satoru will buy you another one," Kagome consoles, passing some napkins his way.

"I never said that."

"Hojo did you—"

"Open a tab," Satoru says.

"Pay for my drink too," Shoko chimes, though she gets up and walks over to Ijichi. "I got a question."

"Oh, Kami no," Kagome mutters.

"How big is it?"

Ijichi pushes his glasses up. "Did you want to dance and find out?"

Satoru gags. "Stop it. Stop it right now."

Shoko giggles and grabs Ijichi's hand. "Come on, then."

"I'm gonna be sick," Satoru says.

"Wait a minute!" Hojo exclaims, pointing a finger at Satoru. "I thought you changed! I thought you were done with the bad boys that just want to use you and never see your worth."

Kagome frowns. Maybe she should just get up and retreat to the dance floor. "Hojo, what are you talking about?"

"This…boy, has white hair like that two-timing ex of yours. You'd go for his older brother?"

Kagome blinks. "This is Satoru, not Sesshomaru."

"I'm right here," Satoru says. "And who are you calling boy?"

"If you aren't gonna drink, get up and leave the bar." The bartender says.

"That's fine. Kagome and I need a table, anyway." Satoru stands and holds out his hand.

"Kagome, don't go with this guy."

She rolls her eyes. "Hojo, chill. Go out and find someone to dance with." Kagome takes Satoru's hand and blows out a breath while Satoru gets them a table.

Satoru orders himself a drink, but Kagome waves the offer off. Though she wonders how much this table cost him.

Kagome sighs as she slumps forward, placing her elbows on the table. From here she can see the girls still laughing it up, dancing with their partners for the night. Shoko and Ijichi seem to be getting along, with Shoko bending over and pushing back against Ijichi.

And she's here…with Satoru.

"Did you want to dance?"

"I've lost the motivation after they sprung Hojo on me," Kagome says. She peeks at him through her eyelashes. "Thought they would have given it a rest by now." There's something about the way the dim lights hit his face, showing off that jawline.

"Right, that ex of yours." Satoru lifts his fruity, not alcoholic drink. "Seems pretty sprung on ya."

"Hojo-kun is nice. He's husband material, but I couldn't imagine marrying him." She blows out a breath. "You don't have to stay and listen to me." Kagome isn't blind. She can see the way the other women try to grab Satoru's attention, but he doesn't seem to pay them any attention.

"I'm not going anywhere," he replies, pulling his shades down so she can see her reflection in his eyes. "He was a nice guy, but didn't do it for you?"

She presses her lips together. She's never said this out loud. "No. He's a great guy. But the thought of having to sleep with him for the rest of my life is…" Kagome shudders. "I'd rather be alone." Sleeping with Hojo was the worst. Anytime she would try to touch him, he'd freak out and tell her she was just supposed to lie there.

Hojo is a nice guy, but he acts as though she is as sickly as she was in middle school. Not that she's ever told him the truth.

And all this talk about dicks is getting to her.

Satoru leans back. "Have you…" he pauses. "Have you ever had an orgasm?"

Kagome blinks.

Satoru stares.

He wets his lips. "Do you want one?"

Kagome wrinkles her nose. "Sleeping with coworkers leads to trouble." Partying with them also seems to lead to trouble.

"I'm the least problematic coworker you have."

"Not sure I believe that," she teases. "But you're definitely an entertaining one." She crosses her legs, tilting her head to the side. Satoru screams trouble. From the way he commands attention when he enters a room, to the way he voices his opinion regardless if anyone asks or not.

"I'm not hearing a no."

"You're not hearing a yes, either. I'd hate for you to pass out on me."

His mouth drops. "I'm fine," he stresses. "Do I look like I'll pass out? Earlier, that was just the hunger talking."

"Uh huh." She uncrosses her legs. Hojo looks over at her and waves as he dances with some woman. Kagome sighs. She should say no. "If you suck, I'm gonna be mad."

"We don't have to do anything you don't want—did you say yes?"

Kagome rolls her eyes. "Honestly, Satoru—" The lights flicker and then they are plunged into darkness. A hand touches her thigh, and she jumps. "Did you do that?"

"A gentleman never tells," he coos, right before pressing his lips to her neck. "You smell amazing. Could eat ya right up."

Kagome worries her lip. She talked the big game, but now that she's here, what does she do? Her fingers twitch. Satoru must feel her indecision because he grabs her hand and intertwines their fingers.

"Don't got much time," he murmurs, kissing her neck. His hand trails down and slides under her dress. "Been driving me fucking crazy. Especially in this backless dress," he rambles, pressing two fingers against her clothed slit. "Can I eat you out?"

Her breath hitches. He wants to do this here? In the club? She's honestly shocked no one has come stumbling over.

"Here?"

"I'd do you anywhere," he replies. The intensity of his words strikes a chord within her. Her heart rate speeds up. Satoru probably says this to every woman he picks up, but Kagome shoves that thought to the back. It doesn't matter, anyway. This is just a one-off, doesn't mean anything, orgasm between them.

Satoru slides down off the cushion. Kagome widens her legs, hissing softly at the puff of warm breath so close to her. Satoru sighs as his nose presses into her. He pulls her thong to the side and her body arches at the first touch of his tongue on her.

Holy shit.

His tongue is good for something other than talking nonsense. He murmurs something, but she can't hear him over everyone else talking and her own heavy breathing.

"Sa-to-ru," she moans, trying to keep her voice down. "Shit."

He suctions his lips around her clit like she owes him something. Is this what she's been missing out? No fucking wonder Yuka is always hooking up with someone when they all go out. The lights flicker and anxiety hits her in the gut. Shit, someone is going to notice. There's no way they won't notice.

"Satoru," she warns, but her breath hitches and her head lulls back. He's too good at this.

"Mhmm, I know. I know." He plunges his tongue inside of her, curling it upward as he attempts to take everything she has. Kagome jerks. Her orgasm hits her so hard that the lights burn bright before plunging them back into darkness. Satoru pulls back, smacking her thigh as he climbs from under the table and sits next to her.

The lights flicker back on, but she can't look him in the eye.

She let him do that.

In public.

She swallows, patting her face. Did it get warmer in here?

"C'mere," he coos, wrapping an arm around her. "Knew you'd taste good." He inhales, sniffing her hair. "Come home with me. We can have our own private dance."

"Are you going to let me leave?" she asks. Her mind is foggy. He's got her all bent out of shape.

"Maybe?"

She snorts. "You mean yes." Kagome rolls her eyes and turns her head. Oh great. Hojo waves at her again as he makes his way over to them. The woman tugs on his shirt, but Hojo pays her no mind.

"Why is he coming over here?" Satoru mutters.

"Probably because the lights malfunctioned." Kagome shrugs his arm off and plasters a smile on her face as Hojo gets closer. "Are you having fun, Hojo-kun?"

"That was weird! The lights messing up," Hojo responds, sliding into the seat opposite of them. "We should probably get out of here while the lights are still working, and we can see."

"She didn't come here with you."

Hojo blinks and then dismisses Satoru. "The girls told me you weren't feeling well."

"Hojo, I saw you dancing with someone." She rolls her eyes at his obvious lie.

Satoru shifts next to her and slides his palm on her thigh. His fingers itch dangerously close to where his tongue was.

He can't be serious.

"Jealous? You don't have to be. I was just showing you—"

"Ah!" Kagome clamps her hands over her mouth and squeezes her eyes shut.

"Kagome, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she wheezes out. She sucks in a breath while clenching around Satoru's fingers. "Just fine."

"Are you sure? This must be too much for you." Hojo glares at Satoru. "Kagome is sick. She's been this way since middle school."

"I dunno know," Satoru draws, adding a third finger. "She seems pretty healthy to me."

Kagome bites her lip and turns her face away, burying it in Satoru's side. She should put a stop to this.

Hojo stands and huffs. "Kagome, are you coming?"

"Yes," she breathes. "I'm coming."

"With me," Satoru replies snidely. "Not you." He lowers his voice. "I got you. Come on my fingers like a good girl."

"She's having a hard time breathing! Look at her! She has the chills."

Satoru snorts.

Kagome grips his shirt. The scream bubbles in her throat.

Shit.

She bites down on Satoru's shoulder. He grunts and disguises it as a laugh.

"Kagome?"

"Hojo…I'm fine. Just go."

"But…"

"I got her," Satoru says, but his voice is deeper. Something about his tone has her squirming with need.

Hojo huffs. "When he breaks your heart, don't come running back to me." He storms off, shrugging off the woman he was dancing with earlier.

"Someone is testy." Satoru whistles.

"Satoru, what the hell?"

He moves his fingers, and her eyes roll back. Damn, his fingers are long.

"Come home with me," he asks again. He leans forward and pauses. "Ugh, it's always something," he grumbles, fishing his phone out. "What is it?" Satoru balances the phone between his shoulder and ear.

Kagome lets out a shaky breath as he withdraws his fingers. Her eyebrows raise.

Satoru holds the phone with his hand and looks at her as he sucks his fingers covered in her come.

"Are you serious? What? I'm out." Satoru huffs and grabs her thigh with a smack. "Yeah, yeah. I'll go." He ends the call and slides the phone back into his pocket.

"Another mission?"

"More like a cockblock," he grumbles. "I'll get…where did they go?"

Kagome wets her lips and looks through the sea of people dancing. "Shoko was on the prowl for a big dick. Maybe Ijichi—"

"Don't finish that sentence."

"I was just saying." She shrugs.

"Let me help you home at least," he says. "It's getting late."

"I came here with my friends. I can't just leave them."

The girls minus Shoko come over to the table. "We're leaving—whoa! Who is this?"

"No one."

"Kagomeeee," Satoru whines.

"You guys are heading out?"

"Well, Eri and I are beat," Yuka says. "Ayumi is going home with her guy. And Shoko went off somewhere with that older man."

Satoru laughs. "Shoko is older than him."

Kagome slides out of the booth. "That's…maybe he does need a massage."

"That's the last thing he needs."

"I'm not sure what you guys are talking about," Eri says, "but we're beat. You coming Kagome?"

Kagome flushes. "Umm." She pulls down her dress, ignoring Satoru's groan.

"Oh! What are you guys doing?" Shoko asks, her arms around Ijichi, whose tie is undone.

"BD?" Eri asks.

Shoko gives a subtle nod.

"That is disgusting," Satoru complains. "Ugh. Kami. Now that image is in my brain."

"Oh, get over yourself," Shoko shoots back.

"Ughhhh. Ijichi, we gotta go. We got work."

"But." Ijichi looks at Shoko and sighs.

"Girl's night at Kagome's!" Eri grabs Kagome and pulls her away from Satoru.

Kagome shakes her head and then looks back.

Satoru raises that hand and wiggles his fingers at her. He sticks his tongue out and curls it.

Her mouth drops.

Something tells her she may have made a mistake.

Yuka leans closer and keeps her voice low. "What happened?"

Kagome swallows. "He may have used tongue," she whispers back.

Yuka nods. "If you see him again, don't make a big deal out of it. Men with small dicks can get insecure."

Kagome blinks. Ohh, is that why he didn't ask her to join him on the mission?

"I understand."

A/N: I just wanted to get this out before pain on Wednesday lolol. Suguru is coming soon and we'll get some more Nanami. Actually the next chapter will probably be Nanami since he needs some love and Satoru got a lot of love this chapter.

Wishing you a wonderful week. Can't believe January is basically over. Stay healthy. Drink lots of water. Don't be like Shoko and throw back drinks. Fill your well. And the next update will probably be Accidentally Dating.

Before I forget, I have a request: Can someone pleaseeeeee write an arranged marriage fic with Satoru and Kagome. But like I need enemies to lovers because I can't write that for crap (looking at you Wish I Could). I need Kagome and Satoru to be so against it. Kagome plans to stay in the past with InuYasha but the well keeps sending her to Satoru instead. Bonus points if the well is sassy.