જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 ‟ Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans. "
𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪'𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙. The sex must be good enough for you to hook him up for half price...
THE ROAD BLURS BY AS SHOKO DRIVES. You could see the moon's reflection for merely a few seconds at a time as the rest of the city blurs past — buildings becoming mere concepts to your eyes. If the roads weren't so empty tonight, you might've cared more, but there's hardly been a car on the road. Occasionally you all would breeze past one or two safe drivers, but otherwise the night's young and lonely.
You could feel Satoru's eyes occasionally wander over to you, his gaze unrelenting as Suguru keeps in control of the car's stereo. He blasts a variety of songs — mostly a mix of pop and hip hop and you could recognize a handful of songs and artists. A few of them you even enjoy, but you couldn't seem to shake Satoru's gaze.
Perhaps it's the drugs finally taking over for you, finally clouding your mind and rationality, as you can feel yourself leaning towards him. Shoulders touching, thigh-to-thigh, hands occasionally wandering where they shouldn't. If you two weren't surrounded by what should be your friends, you'd definitely be all over one another — jumping one another's bones.
He flashes you that cheeky little grin of his, the one that always gets you to be putty in the palm of his hand. The little grin where you could see a bit of his teeth peeking the corners of his lips, where you could see the way his eyes started to close ever so slightly. It wasn't long until his, much larger, hand places itself on your thigh and he gives the covered skin the slightest and faintest rub of your life.
"Hey," Suguru calls out, snapping you from your staring while his eyes lock onto yours. You could see the way his eyes shine, the pupils still being as big as ever — however, occasionally waning, as if threatening to return to their normal size. "You got more shit on you? I need another line before y'all start annoying the shit outta me."
"Us, annoying you? That's fucking new," Satoru muses, his voice taking on more of a lighthearted teasing tone. The same tone of voice he gives you when the two of you are alone, right before his lips crash onto yours — right before his hands start to get frisky, exploring your body as if it's his first time holding it in his hands. Even though it was far from it.
