nainai ꩜

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satoru guiding you through your first blowjob .ᐟ

cw: smut, bestfriend!satoru, purity kink, oral (m!receiving), handjob (m!receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, down bad satoru, satorus annoying but gentle with reader, no use of y/n

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after what had transpired only two nights ago, satoru had become infatuated with the idea of slowly stripping your innocence.

he was absolutely over the moon when you asked something so humiliating to his face. to know what a dick felt like.

after being forced to tiptoe between the line that was your friendship for years, he finally had an excuse to touch you without repercussions.

he wanted to teach you everything he knew about sex, he wanted to be your mentor.

the only rule being that you practice with him and him only.

you had no idea how to take the ordeal. you wondered if his intentions were purely to teach you or not. but then you remembered the way he talked about you losing your virginity to him and thought otherwise.

you decided to come over—with the only motive being to watch a movie with him—but you should’ve known satoru wasn’t going to let what happened go.

he sits next to you on the couch, both of you sharing a blanket. the tv screen cats a blue hue on your face as you watch the movie—oblivious to satoru’s constant staring.

he’s been hard this entire time. if he’s being honest, he hasn’t paid attention to the movie the second you turned it on.

and he feels bad because you told him it was one of your favorites. but how could he not be distracted when you’re right there—barely arm’s length away?

he smells the perfume you applied earlier before coming over, the faint smell of vanilla from your shampoo that he’s used too many times when staying over at your house.

you feel a tingling sensation on the side of your face. you turn—coming face to face with satoru’s radiant, azure eyes.

his face is blank as he stares back, the seriousness of his face only makes you more nervous.

you feel your heart skip a beat and feel your face heat up gradually. you chuckle nervously. “what’s wrong?”

he tilts his head. “wanna learn something new?”

you freeze. the movie becomes irrelevant and morphs into background noise.

does he mean…?

you recount the words he breathed into your neck two nights ago.

“how about you come over for more of these lessons, yeah?”

the air quickly thickens, heavy with memories from what occured the other night. you’re unsure of what to say.

you gulp nervously. “learn what?” you’re surprised your voice comes out even—completely contradicting the way you feel inside.

you feel the cold surprise of his hand snaking onto your thigh from underneath the blanket. you gasp, your eyes flickering to your lap then back to his face.

he grins. “a new way to feel me.”

you kneel in front of satoru, the carpet burning into your skin. his pants are down already, the only barrier being his boxers.

you glance at the hardened bulge practically staring at you, a damp spot in the middle from the abundant amount of precum he’s been leaking.

“you shy, sweets?” you startle when his hand settles on your head, gently caressing through your hair. you look up at him.

you shift uncomfortably. “no.” you lie. he catches it immediately and smirks.

his hand droops to your chin, his touch scalding and tender. “there’s no need to be shy. you wanna learn what a dick feels like, yeah?”

heat crawls up your neck. “how’s this gonna help me feel it?”

his frowns. “you feel it through your mouth. feel the way i react to your touch. it’s important.” he shrugs.

you raise an eyebrow at him. he chuckles. “now, the first step is to take it out.” his hand falls off your cheek and onto his thigh.

your eyes fall to his underwear and you take a deep breath. you reach to the hem of his boxers and anxiously tug them downwards.

his protruding cock springs out, startling you into gasping. you stare at it—the thrumming veins running down the sides, the perfect, strawberry tip that spurts out heaps of precum—and then it twitches.

your eyes widen in disbelief.

“that’s supposed to fit in my mouth?!” you blurt out without even realizing. satoru begins cheesing smugly.

“what, now you’re scared?”

“uh—yeah! that’s going to poke the back of my throat!” you press your hand to the base of your throat, already feeling the sting.

“hm, maybe.” he hums. you glare at him. he clicks his tongue, fighting the urge to laugh at your irritation.

“c’mon, you’re a big girl. and if i have to sit here any longer while hard, i’m gonna have to go in the bathroom and deal with it. which is horrible compared to this.”

you bite your tongue, worriedly grimacing at the blue-eyed man in front of you.

you begin cursing your past self for asking him that dumb, humiliating question two days ago. for crossing the thin barrier of your friendship, for turning it into this.

whatever this is.

because as much as you’re scared of even touching the thing—you even more afraid to admit how much you enjoyed the euphoric feeling satoru gave you.

you didn’t want to lose your virginity, you weren’t ready. but you’d do anything to have that feeling course through your body again.

you nod scarcely.

he smiles proudly. “there’s my girl.” he reaches for your hand that rests on his knee, bringing it to his mouth.

“first you have to get it niiice and wet,” he spits in your palm, the sight filthy and wicked. you feel a fuzzy feeling bloom in your chest. he brings your hand to his cock and wraps it around his cock.

it’s thick and heavy in your hold. the veins pulse steadily.

he cups his hand over yours and begins to stroke it slowly, the pace teasing and tantalizing. “grip it like this, ‘kay?” he lets go of your hand and you continue steadily stroking him, his saliva mixing with his precum.

you nod, biting your lip. your thumb swipes over his tip and a deep growl rumbles through his chest. “fuck, just like that.” he rasps.

you look up at him through your eyelashes. his face is tainted with a deep blush, his mouth agape as he breathes heavily.

it then dawns on you the amount of power you have over him, how easily he crumbles under the weight of your hand.

the realization sends a warm feeling to your naval, heat pooling there.

“like this?” you ask, squeezing it a bit more. he jerks violently in your hold. a small whine escaping his lips is all the answer you need.

he sees the cocky glint in your eyes and feels his dick pulse. he huffs out a broken chuckle. “alright, let’s get to the blowjob part before i come, hm?” he says, his voice unsteady.

you feel nerves flare through your body as you stare at his cock, completely believing that you won’t be able to fit him in there.

he grabs the base and slaps his cock against your plump lips. “c’mon, you trying to torture me?”

you glare at him. “fine, what do i do first?”

“first, kiss the tip.” he tells you, staring down at your flustered face with his intense, serene eyes.

you glance at him anxiously before leaning in, pressing your lips to his sensitive tip in a shy kiss. he inhales sharply—releasing a satisfied moan.

“good girl.” he murmurs, his voice thick and heavy with lust. “now you gotta lick it.”

your eyes meet his skeptically. “is that necessary?”

he pouts. “of course it is, angel. you have to feel every part of me and make me feel good, don’t you want that?”

your eyes flit back to his angry tip. you get closer, your tongue darting out to give it a scarce lick.

he lets out a broken groan, his head tilting the side.

the sight of you on his knees, holding his cock and licking it so cutely is almost enough to make him come.

for you to be so compliant to give him your first blowjob—even though he said it was for you to learn—blooms a deep sense of proudness.

he nods, willing himself to not come so early—to not ruin this moment.

“good. now you gotta put it in your mouth.” he quips with a small grin. he puts his hand on the back of your head, bringing your face to his dick.

he taps it against your cheek tauntingly. “c’mon. you’ll be alright.” you shift on your knees, the carpet burning your skin scarcely.

you take a deep breath and open your mouth—slowly sinking his cock inside.

you feel the expanse of his cock on your tongue, all the reactive veins and smooth ridges. you breathe through your nose. your eyes start tearing up.

he grits his teeth as he watches you take him so easily, as if you’re not scared. his chest rises and falls in short breaths.

you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex. you choke and quickly take him out of your mouth. you sputter for air.

he frowns. “easy, you’re okay, it’s okay.” he says softly, stroking your hair. he catches a lone tear just as it falls. you wipe your mouth, panting.

“i don’t think i can—”

“you got it.” satoru interrupts, his voice firm buy gentle. you look up at him. “try again, and go slow this time, yeah? i’ll guide you through it.”

you bite your tongue, clearing your throat. “okay.” you reply. you part your lips, bringing his cock into your mouth once again—carefully sinking down this time.

he grits his teeth, the slick, wet feeling of your heaven sent mouth that envelopes his dick overwhelms his senses. his hand in your hair tightens gingerly.

“there you go. now, take a deep breath, relax your throat.” he moves the hair out of your face. you breathe deeply through your nose, willing yourself to calm down—your throat gradually relaxing.

his snowy pubic hairs tickle your nose. you feel the urge to sneeze but push it down. saliva begins to trail down your chin and onto his dick.

“good, good.” he grumbles. “now start by moving your head up and down—and use your hand at the same time.”

you listen to his instructions, bobbing your head and stroking him with your hand at a cautious pace. you experimentally press your tongue against his shaft. he whines and flinches, his hand in your hair tightening.

“fuuck, good girl.” he groans. his praise hits you and goes straight to your core.

you feel your cunt throb—desperately clenching around nothing. “go faster.” you increase your pace and press your tongue against the slit on his tip. his cock jerks in response and he inhales sharply.

he brings his other hand to the other side of your head, his hold firm. “you’re such a quick learner, aren’t you?”

you hum and the vibration makes him moan. he plasters a wet smile on his face.

you gain a boost of confidence and swirl your tongue around his dick. his smile immediately slips, his mouth forming a circle in a broken groan.

his veins pulse with each movement of your hand and mouth. the knot in his core promptly tightens.

your eyes flicker to his. they’re a dark, stormy blue, clouded with lust and libido. his smile grows. “fuck, i knew it. you’re not so pure as i thought.” his voice is unsteady.

“you’re probably soaked right now too,” he moans when your grip on him tightens. “wet just from sucking me off.” his eyes flutter closed. the back of his head rests on the couch cushions.

he can feel his body heat up and his cock pulse violently as his release chases him. his breathing becomes shallow.

you slurp the slick amount of precum and your saliva, the sound filthy. it brings more heat to your naval.

he moans loudly, not caring to stay quiet anymore. “fuck, i’m g-gonna come, sweets,” he states. “you wanna swallow it?” he questions and you hum around him.

the answer makes him laugh like a maniac. if he already has you sucking him off and swallowing him cum—how much longer till he gets to fuck you?

“look at me.” he tells you, his voice flicking from broken and firm. you listen to him, your glossy, pure eyes meeting his dirty ones.

the same eyes he’s stared into—imagining this exact scenario and more—for years. the fact that he now gets to play out his daydreams with you could make him cry.

with your flushed, plump cheeks, those soft lips wrapped around his cock—drool running wildly down your chin—you look beautiful.

“shit, you’re so pretty. could do this everyday, make you lose every form of innocence because of me.” he rambles. you’re ashamed to admit that you could feel yourself throb at his words.

then—with a broken, loud whine—he comes.

hot, sticky ropes shoot from his cock and to the back of your throat, painting your mouth. you slow your pace and his grip in your hair loosens.

you pull away, a string of saliva being the only form of connection between you two.

he tastes sweet—underlying the salty flavor mixed in. you swallow it and he chuckles darkly.

“so beautiful. such a good girl f’me.” his hands on your head strokes your hair affectionately. he wipes the drool off your face and smiles.

“we should make these lessons into a regular thing, hm?” he quips. heat crawls up your neck.

he sounds like he’s joking, but knowing him—you’re sure he’s not.

and you know he’ll live up to his words.

cw: fluff, suggestive tones, possessive satoru, satorus annoying

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satoru never realized how possessive he is. and he doesn’t care that much either.

but you do.

it’s embarrassing enough for satoru to try and make out with you in public—but it was humiliating when shoko pointed out the hickeys on your neck while hanging out.

you’re fuming by the time you come home. satoru’s sprawled out on the couch like a lazy cat, scrolling on his phone mindlessly.

he sits up immediately when he hears you come in, staring at you excitedly. if he had a tail it’d surely be wagging.

“satoru,” you practically growl at him, glaring at him from the door. he instantly goes tense.

he looks at you reassuringly as you stomp towards him. “heyy sweets,” he says softly. did you have fun with-“

“no, i didn’t have fun.” you interrupt him, now standing in front of the couch. he pouts up at you.

“what happened?”

“you happened!” you point an accusatory finger at him.

“hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!” he bemoans.

you move the collar of your shirt, exposing the numerous amount of fresh hickeys satoru had placed there.

his eyebrows raise before a slow smile curves his lips. he doesn’t seem apologetic at all.

if anything, he feels proud of himself. which only makes you more angry.

“are you seriously smiling right now?” you narrow your eyes at him. he stands, tilting your chin upwards to get a better look at his work.

“what? i did a good job, didn’t i?” he grins at you. you scowl at him.

“that’s not funny, satoru. i was so embarrassed when shoko pointed it out.” you frown. satoru pouts at you, his hand moving to the side of your face.

“i thought you liked when i did that!” he whines.

“i do. but there’s too many!”

“i dunno, i think i could add some more.” he murmurs as if thinking about something. you stare at him anxiously.

his other hand snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. his smile grows as he gazes down at you.

your stomach flips.

“so? there’s still some empty spaces.” he tilts his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

you feel your heart skip a beat. you hate the way you’re so easily persuaded by him just because of how beautiful he is.

and he knows it too, that’s exactly why he does it.

it’s unfair.

you look away, chewing the inside of your cheek. “fine.” his face lights up. “but you’re helping me cover them up.”

he chuckles. “of course i will, toots.”

but something about the way he’s smiling at you makes you think he won’t keep that promise.

cw: smut, dryhumping, panty rubbing, puritan kink, bestfriend!satoru, teasing, satoru’s an asshole

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you came to satoru’s house with the intent of asking him a question that has been lingering in your mind for days.

you’re a virgin. a virgin who’s only had one boyfriend who you soon broke up with because you wouldn’t do anything with him.

satoru was there the entire relationship, taking every chance he could to tell you to breakup with him.

he never liked him anyways. he didn’t think anyone was good for you—besides him, of course. he was your beloved best friend after all.

and because of that—you trusted him deeply. he may be untrustworthy when it comes to telling the truth about your snacks disappearing, but when it’s serious, you know he’s there.

you wanted to know what a dick looked like. and what it felt like. of course, you weren’t expecting for him to whip it out and offer it to you, you only wanted him to explain.

at the end of the day, he was a man.

you don’t want to lose your virginity yet, you’re not sure if you’re ready yet. and satoru knew that. but as the years pass, you hadn’t done anything but kiss someone.

satoru’s eager to know what the question was for you to randomly drop by at night.

the problem is—you can’t even ask him out of embarrassment.

“sweets, just spit it out, i won’t make fun of you. promise.” satoru says, his head tilted with an amused smile on his face.

you sit beside him on the couch, both of you faced towards each other. he rests his head in his palm, his elbow rested on the back of the couch.

your face is tainted with a small blush as you anxiously pick at the hem of your shirt.

“i didn’t do anything wrong, right?” he raises an eyebrow, his face morphing into worry. you glance at him, shaking your head.

“no, satoru, it’s just—i—“ you huff, looking at your lap.

he sighs and inches closer. he reaches out and grabs your chin tenderly. your uneasy eyes meets his stormy ones.

“c’mon, angel. no matter what you’d ask me, i won’t make fun of you. and i’ll answer it the best i can.”

you gnaw on the inside of your cheek. “okay, but you can’t laugh.”

the corners of his lips twitch. “you know i can’t promise that.”

you huff, attempting to pull your face out of his hand to no avail. “then never mind.”

he moves closer, your legs now touching. “okay, okay, i won’t laugh. i promise.” he smiles.

you stare at him for a moment, your eyes roaming over his face.

i can trust him, you remind yourself.

“i want to know,” you start, your voice trembling slightly. “i want to know what a…what a dick looks like. and feels like.”

the room goes deathly silent. he goes still, his eyes widening scarcely in shock.

his eyes stay locked on you, your entire body heating up profusely under his gaze.

you regret ever asking him. you shouldn’t have even thought about asking him.

as the silence stretches you grow restless. “never mind, forget i asked, okay?!” you pull away and go to stand up.

satoru catches your wrist and pulls you down on the couch. your faces are impossibly close, his breath tickling your lips.

you swallow a gasp.

“and you wanted me to show you mine?” his voice low and heavily laced with something that makes your stomach churn.

you bite your tongue, reluctantly nodding. he grins and brings his hand to your cheek, his touch delicate.

he chuckles breathlessly like an excited kid. “you’re so cute, coming to your best friend to see his cock?” the way he phrases it makes your pulse jump.

“i’d love to, sweets.“

you’re now laying on your back, satoru hovering over you—suffocating you with his presence alone.

he nips endlessly at your neck, his incisors stinging you deliciously. your pulse is thrumming violently underneath his lips.

you whimper quietly, your hands gripping his hair like a lifeline.

his cock slides over your soaked slit through your panties as he guides himself suitably with his hand.

your panties are a mess, made dirty with your slick and his precum.

he’s thinned them out, tugging them upwards so he can feel your folds clutch on his dick.

his other hand pins your hip down to keep you from wriggling too much.

“fuck, doll. i can feel how tight you are from here.” satoru groans.

he’s already made you come once from doing this—nothing but rubbing the underside of his cock against your clothed cunt.

you feel yourself clench around nothing when he rubs his tip against your clit. you moan directly into his ear unintentionally.

he moans, precum dribbling onto you shamelessly.

“satoru, this—this isn’t what we agreed on.” you meekly say, your words being cut off by another whine.

he clicks his tongue, sitting up to look at the mess he’s made. “you saying this isn’t better?”

he grins when he feels you clench at his words. “but—i don’t want to—” you start.

he clicks his tongue. “don’t worry, we’re not breaking any rules, i’m not even inside you.” he pushes hus cockhead onto your clit as to emphasize his point. you mewl.

he laughs. “pretty little thing. can’t believe i’m the first to touch you, i’m lucky, aren’t i?”

he tugs the hem of your underwear upwards with more force. the friction makes your toes curl. “being the first to dirty this tight hole. i’m honored.”

you cry out, your hands reaching for his wrist.

“no, s-satoru!” you moan.

he hums, tilting down at you, amused at how reactive you are. his grins become insistent, his tip sending electrifying shocks to your clit.

you bite your lip—which does nothing to muffle your whimpering. your hand falls off his wrist and onto the couch.

“no? but you’re gripping me so hard.” he taunts. you spasm around nothing, seeking more.

“wonder what it’d be like to fuck you properly.” he mutters huskily. you moan. you curl your fingers into the cushion underneath you.

“finish inside you, force it back in with my fingers.” he lets out a trembling sigh at the thought. he feels his cock throb under his palm.

“want me to show you what it’d feel like for me to bottom out?” he grumbles, his rubs becoming sloppy and desperate. he huffs out a breathless laugh. “you don’t even know what that is, do you?”

you moan loudly, the coil in your stomach threatening to snap any moment. he smirks—then his face changes to a broken expression.

“shit, angel. you gonna come?” you can only respond with a eager moan. he groans. “do it for me, yeah? please?” he whines.

you feel the coil in your gut snap. you cunt clamps down on the shadow of satoru’s cock. you come with a high-pitched moan, your nails clawing at the couch underneath you.

with a few more adamant rubs—satoru comes with you. he groans and shoots out long, hot, sticky ropes of cum. they land on your panties and your shirt, making a mess out of you.

he falls onto you, his arms wrapping around your waist. he burrows his head in your neck. his laborious breathing matches yours.

he’s filled with joy right now, wholly lucky that you’re still a virgin. that he gets to be the one to defile you.

he knows he should feel at least a tiny bit bad, but how could he? why would someone else be able to do this to you? it’s only right your trusted best friend would.

“how about you come over for more of these lessons, yeah?”

this isn’t what you even planned on doing.

the plan was to see his cock. touch it—once. you’re sure this isn’t the last time.

cw: smut, praise kink (obv), oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, dirty talk, satorus a little shit

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it all started as a joke.

satoru was being ridiculous and whining for your attention, purposely annoying you on the couch while you were trying to doomscroll in peace–and then it slipped out.

“listen, just give me a liiiitle kiss and i’ll leave you alone. you’re a good girl, right?” he grins, arms taut around your waist.

his words hit you and go straight to your core, the unexpected praise catching you off guard. you bite your tongue as color goes to your cheeks before glaring at satoru.

“leave me alone, you sound desperate.” you manage to get out. but satoru notices–of course he does.

the small grin stretches into a wide one as he tilts his head, his eyes raking over your face before speaking. “why are you getting so nervous all of a sudden?”

“i’m not getting nervous.” you lie. you hate how he notices everything about you.

“yes you are.”

“no, i’m not.”

“yes you are.”

“i’m not, satoru–”

“do you like being called a good girl?” the question hangs in the air, your silence answering for him.

his face brights up which instantly irritates you. you knee him in the stomach, his smile replaced by a pained expression. “get off me, you’re so annoying.” you mumble.

he laughs, moving downwards so his head is now between your thighs. “no, no, no, i should be praising my girl for being so good, right?”

you stare at him, nervous about what he’s planning. over the time you’ve been with satoru, you’ve grown to recognize that glint in his eyes whenever he’s about to do something you might not like.

his smug smile greets you before one of his fingers slithers its way in your waistband, tugging your shorts down.

you bite your lip and grab his hand. “satoru…” you mumble, your phone long forgotten.

he stops his movements. “hm? you don’t want me to reward you?” he raises a condescending eyebrow at you, smiling as if he already knows your answer.

you can already feel your pussy getting wet, beginning to cling to your thin panties. you swallow all your protests.

he chuckles lowly and kisses your hand before continuing to discard your shorts. “that’s my girl.”

with your shorts gone satoru now has a clear view of just how much you’ve been secretly enjoying this. he smiles wide, his eyes sparkling at the sight of your underwear now damp for him.

“shit, angel, you should’ve told me how much you like being praised a long time ago.” he moves the fabric to the side. his fingers play with your entrance. you whine, pulsing at the contact.

“could’ve had more fun with you.” he says lowly, eyes focused on the way your cunt is basically begging for him.

“satoru, just put them in me.” you plead, having enough with his teasing.

he tsks. “i didn’t hear you say please.” his darkened cerulean eyes stare up at you, filled with desire.

you roll your eyes. “you’re so annoying-” your complaint is cut off by him licking a long, wet stripe up your entrance.

you gasp at the sudden contact, your hips instinctively bucking into his mouth. he moans at your taste, sucking on your clit.

you moan, your eyes fluttering shut at the euphoric feeling–and then it’s gone. a whine moxed with a groan leaves your mouth, eyes opening to scowl at satoru.

he smiles and tilts his head to rest on the inside of your thigh. “say the word, pretty.”

you huff. “please, satoru.”

he hums, unconvinced. his fingers trace the outline of your cunt. “please what?”

“please put your fingers in me.”

at that his smile grows, seemingly pleased. “good girl. that wasn’t so hard, huh?” he slowly inserts two fingers inside, the process easy due to how wet you are.

you cry out and begin wriggling. he plants a hand on your hip to hold you down. he hisses at how tight your gripping him.

“fuck, sweets. you’re so tight.” he whispers. he begins pumping his fingers at a slow pace. small, quiet moans pour out your mouth.

his fingers sliding so perfectly against your gummy walls, grazing your sweet spot everytime he brings himself to the hilt.

he stares at your dazed expression, a satisfied look on his face. he could stare at you like this for hours.

the way your nose scrunches up everytime he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of touching the spot you want him to get the most, the way your eyes roll back the slightest bit, the sound of your sweet, soft moans.

he feels his cock twitch in his pants.

“come on, pretty girl, let me hear those sweet noises.” satoru feels your pussy clench around his fingers. he chuckles, his eyes sparkling at the observation.

“so needy for me.” he picks up his pace, pounding his two fingers into you, wet sounds filling the room. the sudden change makes your back arch, crying out as tears well up in your eyes.

your nails dig into the couch, the pressure in your lower abdomen building up quickly. “mmff, fuck, satoru!”

“there we go, that’s what i like to hear.” he twists his fingers at an angle, touching places you’d never think was possible.

he can feel you getting close. he marvels at the obscene, slick mess you’re making of yourself, gushing around his fingers with each thrust.

“you wanna come, huh, pretty girl?” you whimper loudly, your hips pushing into his hand. he plants his mouth to your clit, his tongue grazing small, fast circles over it while he sucks on it desperately.

the action makes your vision turn white as you gasp, your back arching. your hand grasps his ivory head and tugs on it.

he hums at the sting, sending the vibrations straight to your core. simultaneously, his fingers jab your sweet spot perfectly.

the cord in your navel snaps, your orgasm hitting you vigorously. you come with a loud, semi-embarrassing moan, your cunt gripping and fluttering around satorus fingers as he gradually slows down his thrusts.

you feel him smile against your skin as he watches your flushed, stupefied face with delight. he detaches his mouth from your clit.

“you look so pretty when you come.” he tilts his head. your eyes meet his intense, libidinous gaze, your body still coming down from your high.

“makes me want to fuck you.” his hand smoothens the skin on your thigh as he takes his fingers out of you and inserts them in his mouth, licking the mess you made on him.

you gasp quietly. “you’re disgusting, satoru.” you whisper, not willing to admit that it turned you on.

he chuckles and sits up. “c’mon, beautiful. i wanna see that cute face of yours again.” he kidses your lips tenderly as he lowers his pants.

“just lay here and be a good girl f’me, yeah?” he grins, eyes pinning yours.

he must know what he’s doing, because now you’re wet and throbbing for him once again.

summary: you and satoru broke up 3 years ago and you always thought of him, wondering if he did the same. you knew the answer when a text with his name popped up on your phone.

cw: angst angst angst, sukuna mentions, satorus a little shitty, fluff near the end

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it’s the dead of winter, and for some reason you decided now is the time you want an iced caramel latte.

you settled on going to a new cafe that opened down the street. you dragged your boyfriend–sukuna–with you, claiming you didn’t want to go to a new place alone.

it was kind of romantic, in a way. the clouded sky, small, soft snowflakes slowly falling onto the ground with your arm looped around sukuna’s.

sukuna decided to stay in line to order both of your drinks while you find a table beside the frosted windows.

the cafe is small and semi-packed, the warm-colored lighting and warm temperature compared to the freezing temperature outside makes you feel cozy. the smell inside is a mix of delightful smells, the most prominent being coffee and vanilla.

you look outside, allowing your body to relax and sag against the chair. for some reason, you’ve always held a slight grudge against winter.

maybe it’s the way it’s always too cold, the way snow always piles up and inconveniences you, or the amount of layers you have to wear just to not freeze.

deep down, you feel as if you know the true meaning behind your grudge for winter.

it was the same season that your ex–who you once always referred to as ‘the love of my life’–broke up with you.

the entire argument is a blur. he had mentioned being too busy for you, being the strongest and all. claimed that he couldn’t put in the time and effort into the relationship and that he’d leave you unsatisfied.

he never even gave you a choice. he just decided what was right for you both without a proper talk. and then he walked out on you while you were left in tears with nothing else to hold on to.

you despise him for it.

you hate the way he acted as if he were higher than everyone and everything else just because of his status. sometimes you wonder if the reason he left you was just an excuse to get out of your relationship.

that’s what it felt like.

it took you a year to get over it–for a long time you believed you never would. you thought of him as your world.

sometimes you do think about him–just like now. but you believe he doesn’t do the same. how could he? why would he? after how he left you?

but that was before sukuna came into your life.

you take a deep breath, deciding to take your mind off of it. you don’t want to bring your mood down thinking of him, of all things.

just then, your phone buzzes against the table. you look at it. it’s from an unsaved number.

you first believe it’s just a spam text, but something about the number seems oddly and achingly familiar.

your stomach churns as you sit up to get a better look at it. as soon as you do, you feel your heart sink to your feet.

of course, you’d remember his number. how pathetic are you? your face sours as you slowly pick up your phone. the message reads;

xxx-xxx-xxxx: [1 attachment]

you click on it faster than you’d like to admit. as the message loads, all you see is a photo of a newborn baby girl.

you can feel your heart beating violently and quickly against your chest. is that–is that his? the thought makes you want to vomit.

it has to be–the baby even picked up his piercing azure eyes. the ones you fell in love with.

is he trying to ruin my fucking life? you scoff and look around the cafe, trying to force down the hurt you feel bubbling inside.

he breaks up with me because he claims he can’t commit to me–and has a fucking baby three years later? and then rubs it in my face?

you click on his contact, ready to block him–but you hear the sound of another message being sent.

your finger freezes as you read the message.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: her names y/n

xxx-xxx-xxxx: i just wanted to tell you

you feel the air leave your lungs as the words process. it’s feels like time freezes, like your whole world crumbles.

you feel gutted. as if he personally took a knife to your stomach. he might as well do it, anything would be better than this. whatever the hell this is.

what could be the point of this? does he want me to know that he just couldn’t commit to me? or that i was the problem? then why would he name his daughter after me?

hot, fresh tears well up in your eyes. you don’t even understand why you’re crying. you should be over him. right?

you sniffle, angrily swiping at your cheeks as tears begin falling. you look at the three messages once more before clacking on your screen and blocking him.

you drop your phone on the table harsher than you intended. you bury your face in your hands, trying to push the tears down.

but his words keep ringing in your head. and all you can think is–why? why not me?

why did he break up with me and then commit to someone else? you look at the ceiling, sniffling.

you shake your head, trying to rid your brain of what just occurred.

as if on cue, sukuna walks up to the table with two drinks in his hand. “this drink is freezing my fingers, why’d you–”

the words die in his throat as he sees your tear-stained face. “shit, what’s wrong? did i take too long?” he quickly questions as he sits down across from you.

you shake your head, a wet chuckle escaping your lips. “no, i’m–i’m fine. i saw a video of a baby penguin.” you lie.

he rolls his eyes, a small grin taking place on his lips. “stupid. here, take your drink so you can get hypothermia.”

you glare at him, happily taking drink from his hands. “my drink is perfect, thank you very much.”

he begins talking about some silly drink he saw someone else order, taking your mind off what just happened.

you laugh at something he says and your eyes glimmer with raw happiness.

you might be fine, you should be fine. you have someone who can actually stick with you right in front of your face. someone whom you love.

you’ll be fine.