Suggestive themes, mild language.
Sata Jones x Reader
“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, walking over. He didn’t sit next to you. Instead, he knelt in front of the couch, his large hands coming to rest on your knees. His hands were rough, calloused from guitar strings and knuckles that had met too many faces. “You shouldn’t be here so late. It’s not safe.”
Outside, the X-Day countdown continued. The world was falling apart. But here, in the devil’s hour, tangled up in the arms of Shinjuku’s most dangerous man, you had never felt safer in your life.
“Looking like what?”
“Like you belong to me.”
Suggestive themes, mild language.
Sata Jones x Reader
“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, walking over. He didn’t sit next to you. Instead, he knelt in front of the couch, his large hands coming to rest on your knees. His hands were rough, calloused from guitar strings and knuckles that had met too many faces. “You shouldn’t be here so late. It’s not safe.” sata jones imagine
Outside, the X-Day countdown continued. The world was falling apart. But here, in the devil’s hour, tangled up in the arms of Shinjuku’s most dangerous man, you had never felt safer in your life. Suggestive themes, mild language
“Looking like what?”
“Like you belong to me.”