𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 18+ mdni.. Basketball player!satoru.. Fwb.. cheerleader!reader.. p in v.. freshman x senior..
Superstitions. Didn’t every athlete suffer from symptoms of that disease? Well, so did Satoru.
He wasn’t supertitious not until recently when his basketball team was on a losing streak. As the captain and center, he was not only disappointed in this team for being so uncoordinated, but he was disappointed in himself. The lack of goals he scored in each game only surged.
That was until he met you, sweet, cute, and a virgin freshie. The odds were in his favour, as you were trying out for your college cheer team.
He saw you walking out of the tryout room, bag over your shoulder. Satoru had his eye on you since he saw you. He made it his mission to have you. If his performance plays out as he planned, you should be in his bed by the end of the week.
So he acted out this whole play of bumping into you. Apologies and sweet the innocent freshman. Until he got your number by inducing you to believe he’ll get you in the cheer team, as he’s friends with the captain of said team. Which wasn’t a lie, and neither was him getting you in. He did. Mainly to see you in a tiny skirt, but your determination to get on the team played a role, too. A tiny one.
But he didn’t stop texting you after that. No, it only increased until he had you in his dorm, teaching him data analytics, because poor Satoru was so busy with practice and games, he missed so many classes. Of course, you took pity on the liar to help him pass.
Analytics turned into anatomy. You let the white-haired jock take your virginity because… well.. You couldn’t help but have the hots for him. So it was easy as one, two, three for him to spread your legs. He was so good, you almost believed his cock blessed you by being inside you.
After that, the next game, which was the day after, was their first win. First win in the season. Satoru, scoring the first and final goal, was astonished. Was it you? Were you the key to winning his games?
Maybe it was the sex? Spoiler, it wasn’t. Because the other girls he tried with didn’t do what you did.
So he came back. Making it a regular thing between the two of you. It wasn’t exclusive, whatever you had going on with him, but man, did he get jealous whenever he saw another person even breathe near you. Resulting in him fucking you twice as hard. Even as to getting a complaint from the guy next door.
When he was with another girl, you weren’t any easier on him. Taking away his sex privileges, making him beg and grovel until you were satisfied, and even then, you didn’t let him fuck your pussy, only stare and jerk off.
Whatever was happening wasn’t public, nor were there any labels. There would never be any labels. Satoru wasn’t the type to date, and you wouldn’t give your heart to a playboy like him.
Said man was currently between your legs. No, not like that. He was lying between your legs, his cheeks squished between your plump thighs, which he kept biting like a dog.
You were half asleep, watching stupid videos on your phone to ease your boredom, when a loud guttural groan came from Satoru.
“Shut up, snow white.”
“We neeeeedddd to fuck, babe, I’m so boreddd,” he groaned, turning his body. Now, rather than face the ceiling, his face was really buried between your legs. His strong, bulky arms wrapped around your exposed thighs, long fingers snapping the band of your shorts against your skin.
“No, I’m tired. Also, who fucks when they’re bored?”
“Meeee, I doooo” the vibrations of his voice sent chills down your spine.
“Stop talking over my— hey–” you choked on your words when Satoru pressed harder against the print of your pussy over the stretchy fabric of the shorts. He looked up at you from his eyebrows, smiling with his eyes. He didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue out, licking over the fabric, making you gasp. You tried pushing his head back, but it was no use.
“Let’s do this. If you’re wet, I get to fuck you; if not, we won’t fuck. Fair?”
“What? No!?” Your words came out unsure, feeling that shit-eating grin against your heat.
He held your thighs open with his vast palms; the way his fingers dug into you would leave marks for sure. Your hand stopped pushing his head back, fingers curling and wrapping around the silky strands, keeping his head locked in place.
“His hot mouth kissed and licked like he was playing with your actual pussy and not the fabric covering it. A flimsy little fabric keeping him from reaching you. So close that you could feel him circling his tongue over the entrance, the words of desperation almost slipped from your lips. Almost begging him to put it inside.
“Fuh-uckkkk– Satoru!” you breathed, the inner corners of your thighs tightening up. He slowed down, keeping his eyes on you as he kissed and pushed against where your clit would be.
“Let’s check, yeah, sweet girl?” he grinned, sitting up, dropping your thighs. Pulling away from your orgasm that was knocking on the door. Wiping his mouth that was covered in his saliva, “if she’s wet, she’s mine to stuff, remember?” The asshole grinned, tugging your shorts off with 1 finger. He knew what the outcome was. Always did.
“Would you look at that,” he smirked, looking up at your flustered expression. “Soaked,” and to prove his point, he ran 2 fingers along the slit, holding them up, watching as they glistened in the light before sticking them in his mouth. Savouring the flavour of his favourite dessert, “and ready to be fucked.”
“J-just get it over with..” You spoke like your body wasn’t craving his like hard drugs.
He chuckled, pulling out his raging erection from the gray sweats, scooting in between your thighs. The red, leaking tip pressed against your pulsating hole. Slowly sliding in like he always does. Making you feel the stretch, the burn, the veins. Making you feel him.
“Ahh– ‘Toru, shit–”
“Yeah yeah, I know, I gotchu,” he muttered, dazed by the way he disappeared inside of you. All 10 inches of him.
“There we go, it’s in,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss your collarbones. Each thrust got more and more aggressive, faster, meaner.
You reached for the pillow, covered your face and mouth with it. You couldn’t be quiet with Satoru. Not when he was fucking you into another dimension. Not when he fucked you, you felt him for days. Making noise wasn’t a choice with Satoru.
You clung to the worn-out pillow like your life depended on it. His brutal movement rocks the bed, your entire frame being shaken to the core.
He yanked the pillow out of your grasp, slinging the thing across the room. “No, I want to–fuck–want to see you,” he said, breathy, sweat framing his perfectly symmetrical face.
“But the noi—Sato–” your words were cut short with his massive palm coming down to cover your mouth, the hard muscles flexing in his bicep and wrist. Each vein popped, trailing up to the thick muscles that hid under the short sleeve of his shirt.
“Fuck– Fucking hell— G’na fu-fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your name,” he grunted, other hand gripping your thigh, squishing the flesh unbearably hard. Your pussy tightened around his fat cock at the sight of him alone. The damp hair falling over his face, the concentrated expression. The way he’s holding you down. The only sounds in the room were your muffled screams of pleasure and his groans and grunts of your name.
A half laugh-half chuckle left his lips, teasing you without words. “Close already?”
“Mmff-hngg”
“Don’t worry, it’ll make sure your legs don’t stop shaking,” he dropped more weight on the hand that held you down, fucking you into the mattress.
He was infact choking you; you couldn’t breathe, but that only aroused you more.
“There, that’s it, let it go. Let her finish f’me” he groaned out the last words, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. Your entire body convulsed, shaking under his as you finished, choking out his cock.
You cried into his palm, moaning his name. Or at least that’s what you tried to do.
Satoru’s thrusts fell sloppy, erratic, chasing after his own orgasm after the way your pussy choked him (his dick) out.
Not being able to pull out on time, his hot body dropped on top of yours, thick spurts of cum filling you full, making you squirm and moan. It was too much for one day.
His body lay there, limp on yours. Catching his breath while you caught yours.
“I’ll– fucking hell–i’ll buy you plan B tomorrow,” he sighed, nuzzling his face into your round tits. Cock going soft inside of you, the white liquid slowly dripping out of your hole. You uncomfortably shifted at the sensation of the heat leaving your body.
“Fucking asshole, you better. I’m not carrying your ugly ass babies,” you scoffed, making his body shake with laughter. “Please, we’d have beautiful babies,” he paused, “plus, you’d look sexy pregnant.”
“Yeah that’s it, get off,” you tried pushing him off, but he whined, clinging onto you tightly until you gave up, letting him pass out on your chest.
The seniors' team ended up winning their game the next morning, which you were there to see, being the supportive friend you are of the captain and center of said team. You might be limping, but you weren’t going to miss a win that you were behind. (You had to ditch cheer that day since you could barely walk, let alone pull those crazy stunts)
A/N: WHY AM I WRITING SMUT WHEN I HAVE A TEST TMR AGAIN
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undiagnosed autistic people will be like "I don't get upset when my routine changes though!!" and it's because they've built a set of if-then loops in their head to pick from one of 6 different strict routines and they do get incredibly upset when they're unable to keep to any of the 6 scripts. I'm john normal
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forgetfulness is wild because sometimes its "oops silly me i left the house without my wallet again" and sometimes its "my friend is trying to reminisce on a thing we did together and the fact its jogging nothing in my brain is genuinely kind of distressing"
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Refo cunt fucking seething because his bog peat had a hint of black pepper in it and he had to spend the rest of the day gargling raw milk to make the burn go away while red in the face and shooting steam from his ears.
Nooo that genetic stripe girl in Houston is still available. I may have asked for her parents’ pics 👀
Mom:
Dad:
And side view little girl (with bonus beard sass):
*flails!* I love her and I bet she ends up looking like her daddy. Puck is het for trans too! I just wonder what the chances for leatherbacks would be with only Puck’s smoothness in play…
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HEY WAIT A MINUTE!! Wasnt there a post like that? Like someone liveblogged being attacked and they just played possum because they felt awkward?? Or maybe they pretended to drown in someone’s pool just to be a dick and didn’t know when to stop until they were hidden in a closet. Or something