Gojo Satoru

Satoru was a notorious flirt. An infamous player that could get in the pants of any person he wanted.

It was easy when you were hot, charming and funny like him.

Satoru could have anyone he wanted. Yet every one night stand and quick hookup at parties and bars paled in comparison to the one person he wanted the most.

You were taken. By none other than his best friend.

Bro code should have been the first thing that stopped Satoru from what he was doing right now. Hidden away in a small bathroom, music pounding and vibrating the walls of Satoru's place. But the only thing on his mind was you, and the way your skin felt beneath his fingers and the way your tongue tangled with his.

Every breath he took was scorching, like he was breathing in your very essence and yet still couldn't get enough.

He didn't know where the fuck your boyfriend was, and as shitty as it was to admit it to himself, he just didn't care. Suguru was his best friend. But the temptation that you presented was too hard for the notorious player to resist.

His hand cupped your cheek as he kissed you, inhaling quick breaths between hot, fiery kisses that had his pants tightening. His hand cupped your cheek, one hand on your hip as he held you up against the counter.

The little sounds you made as his tongue explored your mouth, as his teeth nipped at your lower lip, had him holding you down firmly, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Fuck," he pants out between kisses, not even standing a moment without your lips on his. "Don't think about him."

He was certain you were. Because, fuck, a little bit of him was too. But locked in a bathroom with everyone distracted with the raging party Satoru had been throwing was enough to keep Suguru away, wherever he was.

Satoru didn't exactly want to be caught. Too many problems. But also... the worst side of him wanted Suguru to see just how he was laying claim to you. Even if he had no interest in commitment...

"Fuck, you're so fine. So gorgeous." He groans against your mouth, his forehead against yours as he takes a few quick, shallow breaths. "God, baby, I'm a piece of a shit. I'm so fucking awful but I won't stop."

He stood between your legs, his hand drifting from your hip to your thigh, wrapping your legs a little more firmly around him. "I'll hurt you, make you cry. I'll ruin everything for you if we hookup."

His hand on your cheek drifted down to your neck, his thumb circling the pulse there. "You still wanna kiss me?"