REFOUND

lies and lies

You didn't say anything at all, all you did was stare at him. Wondering what you wanted and what you did want. You looked into those crystal blue eyes, rounded with a darker blue as they pierced through you.

Trying to read you, he always wanted to know what you were thinking and you knew that. You made sure never to give him any signs of what you were thinking, keeping him interested by only ever giving him pieces of yourself.

You couldn't help but recognize the scenario you were placed in, he was wearing a black tee that had short sleeves which he rarely ever wore. He was normally in formal attire because of the higher-ups and just work, normally people expected him to be a skinny lanky guy which wasn't wrong but it wasn't right either.

His arms flexed as he backed you onto the door again, his arms were on the door, in your peripheral vision. You could see each muscle in his triceps and forearm, only something you got to see like this.

You were starting to get impatient for some reason, you felt the desire to touch him grow stronger as you stared at each other. He tilted his head slightly with a smirk on his face, making you nervous was something he specifically enjoyed the most.

The effect he knew he had on you was thrilling, the chance of someone walking in, being caught...even deciding to get sexual with him it was all so...exhilarating.

You felt as if you had complete control but no control at all over your hands. The moment you moved your hand from being against the door, it led you directly to his lower abdomen, dying to get a peek.

You slid your hand up the bottom of his shirt, he looked down and watched as you got even more handsy with him. You kept going further, tracing the palm of your hands and tips of your fingers against the curves of his abs. The room was dark but there was a window that allowed you to see his abs clear as day.

You heard him chuckle teasingly before grabbing your hand and pressing it up against the door. He used his other hand and did the same with your left hand, both your hands were pinned above your head by your wrist and he couldn't help but be infatuated with the idea of your hands against his skin.

Crashing onto his...your lips just moved without hesitation. He went right along with it, your hands were pinned but you still tried to move them so you could get his shirt off...it obviously failed.

Your lips smacked against each other, the sound of your heavy breathing filled the room from tension and what was happening. This feeling...it was different from what you remember. The kiss was different, it was filled with pure lust...not anything else but desire. That's all.

You felt his tongue slide against yours as he progressed and slowly let go of your hands. His hands slid down to your waist, gripping you tightly.

You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and you felt his grip underneath your thigh, you wrapped your leg around his torso, and from that, he lifted your other leg up and walked you to the nearby desk.

He sat you down on it harshly and you could feel him kissing your neck. His hands held you tighter at the end of the desk as you put your hands under his shirt again.

You revealed more of his toned figure, staring at it in awe at how fit he was underneath his usual long sleeves. He moved back up to your lips as he knocked something over on the desk.

"Mm- b/n's crying!" You quickly removed your hands and hopped off the desk.

"Right nowwwwww?" Satoru groaned in annoyance.

"Yes. This was a mistake anyway...I don't know why I even-"

"Here you go again," he rolled his eyes as he leaned against the desk and you walked out the door.