Eunoia

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❦ Seven Minutes In Heaven

I could imagine you getting it for him as a joke cause you saw it on Amazon or smth and gave it to him the second it came (hehe) and he got really flustered but was still grateful that you went out of your way to buy him something you thought he’d find funny he honestly just wore it cause he knew it would make you laugh

but all the fun and games are out the window when you go over to his dorm one night after teasing him all day over text only to be pinned under him on his bed, staring up at his bright blue eyes that have now grown darker, pink cheeks and glasses sliding down his nose as he spreads your thighs apart to make more room for his broad shoulders. Wearing that dumb shirt.

"So..." A slow grin spreads across his face. "You planning on making good on the instructions, or was this just false advertising?"

You nearly choke.

"GOJO."

"What?" He's the picture of innocence.

"You can't just—"

He taps the line that says divide the legs.

"I'm just following the syllabus."

There was something deeply satisfying about an everything shower.

Not the quick, ten-minute kind you took because you had somewhere to be, but the ones that stole the better part of an hour, the ones that left the bathroom fogged with steam and every bottle you'd ever owned scattered around the tub.

It was your weekly reset.

Shampoo twice, deep condition until your hair felt like silk, exfoliate every inch of your skin to scrub away the past week, lather yourself in the sweetest smelling lotion you owned to rival a glazed doughnut, trim your nails, shave wherever you felt like shaving.

By the time you were done, you always felt lighter. Cleaner.

Tonight was no different.

Well...almost no different.

Halfway through shaving your legs, your gaze drifted to the faint trail of hair that trailed down your lower stomach.

You'd never really thought much about it before. It had always just...been there. Something you had lived with since it grew in during puberty but never thought to get rid of. There wasn't any grand reason behind it. No insecurity, no sudden impulse to reinvent yourself. Just simple curiosity.

You'd never shaved it before.

Maybe you'd like it.

Maybe you wouldn't.

Hair grew back, anyway.

With an absent little shrug, you guided the razor upward.

It didn’t take long before Satoru noticed, in fact, it was a lot quicker than one would expect. As soon as you stepped into your shared bedroom, he had you on your back on the bed, legs spread as his body found its way nestled between your thighs.

"Wait—wait, where the fuck is it?" His voice cracks, dramatic and wounded.

You paused for a moment, cheeks beginning to flush as he sat there staring down at you, hands roaming your lower tummy before bringing his face closer down, squinting. “Where’s what, toru?”

"Your happy trail. That little line of hair that always pointed straight down to my favorite place. It’s gone. You shaved it off?"

He looks up at you with the most betrayed expression you’ve ever seen, bottom lip jutting out in a full pout. "How am I supposed to follow it now? It was like a roadmap. A little arrow saying ‘Satoru, put your tongue here.’ And you just… erased it. That’s so mean. I’m heartbroken."

Despite the whining, his hands were already spreading your thighs wider. He leans in, nose brushing over your mound, inhaling deeply like he’s trying to commit the scent to memory. "Still smells amazing though," he mumbles against your skin. "Fuck, you’re so warm and perfect.”

His tongue drags a long, slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit, and the second he tasted you he moaned like he’d been starving. The sound vibrated against you as he buried his face between your legs, licking messily, sloppily, like he couldn’t get enough. Spit and slick mixing as it smeared on your inner thighs while he works his tongue in broad, wet strokes, occasionally sucking your clit between his lips with obscene sounds.

"Mmmph—god, you taste even better than you smell," he babbles between licks, voice muffled and whiny. "I could stay down here forever. Your pussy’s so soft and wet for me. Fuck, I love it. I love you."

He keeps going, tongue pushing inside you, nose pressed against your clit as he eats you out with single-minded desperation. Every few seconds he pulls back just enough to complain again, lips shiny with your arousal.

"Still can’t believe you got rid of it," he pouts, pressing a kiss right above where your happy trail used to be. "It was so cute. So hot. I miss it already. Gonna have to start over from scratch every time now. No little path to follow."

His tongue returns with renewed enthusiasm, lapping and sucking and moaning like the loss of your happy trail has somehow made him even more desperate. He grips your hips hard, pulling you against his face, tongue working in messy circles until your legs start to shake.

"Come on my tongue," he begs, voice cracking. "Please, baby. I need it. Need to feel you cum while I’m mourning your little trail, it’s the least you can do after breaking my heart like this."

He doesn’t stop until you’re trembling and gasping, his tongue relentless and wet, face buried deep between your thighs like he’s trying to crawl inside you. Even after you cum he keeps licking, slower now, almost reverent, occasionally pausing to press another dramatic kiss to the smooth skin where your happy trail used to be.

"I’m never getting over this," he sighs against your thigh, voice still whiny and theatrical. "Every time I eat you out from now on I’m gonna think about that little line of hair and get sad. You’ve ruined me."

I’ve got a few messages in my inbox worrying about me and I wanna let you know I’m all good😭 things just got really busy, and then I went into a writing slump and had no motivation, and now I’m dealing with a weird situation with a guy… but other than that I’m all good!

as for scheduled writing: I’m planning on having something out by either the end of June or beginning of July cause you all have been really patient with me :))

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but of course Benny had to go screw it up at the very end by asking Sophie to be his mistress 0-0