#SJKALKJA why is that so funny

[shibaraki]

"Give them back, Satoru".

Infuriatingly, he sinks further into the couch cushions and spreads himself without a care. "Hm?" he murmurs, head tilting to rest against his shoulder, "I don't know what you're talking about".

Despite being the one to confront him, you feel vulnerable standing before him like this. Heat pricks at the surface of your skin. Irritation, arousal and embarrassment intertwining in the pit of your stomach. You're all too aware that giving in to the compulsion to throttle him would only please him more.

"My underwear— the expensive ones. They're gone".

Pink and full, his lips purse into a pout. Had his blindfold been on you might've interpreted it as outright mocking, unable to see the fond amusement in his eyes. You are both fully aware of the truth, yet still he plays with you. "Another pair? Not good, baby. Maybe you're being haunted by a perverted ghost".

"He's perverted alright," you glare, arms lifting to cross over your chest as his gaze brazenly drags over your figure. He’d always said that your body was honest — you can't lie to me, baby. Look at you. You're so… — and whatever he was looking for now, you didn't want him to find it.

You knew he had taken them again. You knew what he did with them. Flimsy fabric held against his open mouth, breathing in your scent. Bunched up and wet in his fist, stroking up and down his cock. Deep down you liked it, but you sure as hell couldn't let him know that.

You'd never hear the end of it.

"Stop playing dumb and give them back," he purposefully shifts his hips, and you can see him chewing the inside of his cheek as he tries not to grin. "They were my favourite pair, Satoru".

"Yeah?" he breaks, exhaling a laugh. "They're mine too".