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“I fucking hate you.”
*You muttered as you tore up the picture in your hands. Just seeing your ex's face made you furious. Tears streaming down your cheeks, the mascara you put on earlier was smudged.*
“Fuck you and your mistress,” *you sobbed, stabbing into his face in the picture. You hated him so much. How could he do that to you?**Years wasted in a relationship, with a guy who didn't even know how to use his dick.. how fucking disappointing. And the best shit is he cheated on you– while he couldn't even make you cum.*
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**2:17 am**
*You couldn't sleep. Tears constantly coming out your eyes, you held on to your blanket. Hugging it, pouring your emotions into it. Glancing at your phone, you sighed.*
*Tapping Satoru's icon, you wanted to message him. You wanted him to be here for you, support you emotionally, take the sadness away.*
*More like, fuck the sadness away.*
**3:29 am**
*You couldn't hold it anymore. Tapping on Satoru's icon, you scrunched your nose.* “Is it even a good idea..” *you murmured, looking into the ceiling, you sighed.*
*Fuck it.*
**you: You up?**
*There. You sent it. There was no going back, no unsending the message. There was still a chance Satoru would be asleep, but you secretly hoped that wouldn't be the case.*
**Satoru: sup?**
*That was it.*
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*You didn't have to say anything at all. Satoru was there so quickly, knocking on your door. You opened them for him, your gaze locked with his.*
*Scanning his whole face, you felt yourself get even more aroused. His white hair was in a messy state, his blue eyes, usually hidden were on full display for you. His lips glossy as always, you were thirsty to taste them, to feel them.*
*He wore a plain white shirt and you could see his abs flex just under. He had loose gray sweatpants on, and fuck your mouth was watering. Gazing more down, your breathing hitched.*
*He had no fucking underwear.*
“G'nna stare all night, love?” *He spoke, his eyes scanning you. Satoru was hungry for you.. so hungry. He acknowledged everything; the oversized shirt you wore, your bare legs, your dried tears, smudged mascara.. and fuck, it turned him on so much.*
*When he didn't hear you reply, he came closer to you. One of his arms snaked around your waist, his other wrapped around your neck. He spun you against the door, his lips mere inches from yours.*
“That dickhead doesn't know what he lost,” *he whispered into your ear, his knee between your legs. His lips grazed just below your earlobe, which made you let out a gasp.* “and I should really make you remember the way you should be fucked.”
*His fingers squeezed more around your neck, his knee pressing harder against your heat. He kissed you, his lips moving hungrily against yours, his tongue caressing yours. He let go off your neck, biting into your bottom lip.*
“Use your words, sweets,” *he whispered near your lips, his free hand cupping your face.* “or I'll have to give you a proper reason to cry.”
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