“excuse me?” his eyes widened, white lashes reaching up to his brows.

“you don’t have to, obviously. i was just wondering..” you said quietly, baiting him. which seemed to work because right after, a slight smirk was itching to be shown on his lips. “you curious or something?”

you hummed, leaning your head against the sofa. “yeah.” he was amused to say the least. you were usually shy despite being best friends, you’d never ever ask something like this to him. or so he thought. “well, it’s big enough. something that wont fit in you.”

his words made your stomach warm, forcing your legs to cross to prevent the potential sight of a wet spot forming in your sleeping shorts. “i think i can take it.”

“oh baby,” he pinched your cheek, playing into whatever this was. satoru was trying his best to hide his sudden excitement. it’s not every day he finally gets a chance to become more than just friends with you. rumors always spread around that the two of you were secretly dating but you’d always shut them down, getting upset that boys & girls (blur ref) could no longer be besties without being accused of liking each other. which was hypocritical on both your ends knowing your feelings for him and his for you were beyond just wanting to stay platonic.

“you want to find out?”

“can i?”

for a second, satoru freezes — breath hitching and heart beating a thousand miles an hour. then, he lets out a laugh, throwing his head back while hugging his stomach. “oh you’re for real.”

his reaction made yourself get embarrassed, making him straighten his position. “no no m’not making fun of you. i’m just surprised cuz, well, i’ve been dreaming of this for the past five years.”

“really?” you bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding eye contact. satoru nodded, leaning forward to force your eyes on his. “yeah.”

his eyes dropped down to your lap, thinking. “i’ve gotta prep you up first. i’m not lying when i say i don’t think it’s gonna fit in you.”

you nodded, already hooking your fingers under the waistband of your shorts. his hands stopped you shortly after, offering to undress you himself. you thought he’d be gentle, but it’s satoru gojo of course, he’s going to be rough.

“sato!” you squeaked when he pulled down your shorts, lifting your legs up to fully take them off. his pupils were blown wide when your cunt was out in the open, glistening with arousal under the lamp set next to you. “you asked,” he threw the clothing onto the floor. “don’t start crying now.”

his hands were on you again, separating your legs apart. he positioned himself to be face to face with your pussy, playfully blowing air on it just to watch you squirm.

“i thought you were gonna prep me..”

“well im fucking hungry.” he dragged a single finger in between your folds, collecting your wetness onto it. satoru brought it up to his lips, licking it clean. “you been eating pineapple?”

you couldn’t help but chuckle. “maybe.”

“figured. you taste better than i ever imagined.” he dips down to place a kiss onto your entrance, taking in a deep breath. your moans quickly filled the living room deliberately, trying your best to stay quiet. but that quickly ended when his tongue finally licked stripes on you. they were slow at first, fully savoring you. it traveled all the way up to your clit, sucking on it gently. your body arched, legs placing themselves on his back.

“you’re going too fast!” you yelled when he bit down. “you say that but your body is telling me something else.” he pulled back, spitting directly onto you.

“have you ever daydreamed about this? or was that just me.”

you nodded, observing the way your juices spilled down his chin. “why do you think i asked in the first place?”

he flashed all 32. “dirty girl.” with that, he returned back to his ‘meal.’ “you taste so good, could eat you out for hours.” he moaned. “you’re sweeter than konpeito.” his tongue didn’t stop lapping even when he inserted two fingers into you.

your fingers tangled themselves through his hair, not wanting this to stop. he let you, loving the way you had gotten confident. his dick hardened even more as you guided him to where you wanted him.

“fuck, are you close? you got tighter.” his fingers quickened up the pace, curling in deep.

“i t-think!” you stuttered, eyes fighting to stay open. his free hand snuck up under your shirt, squeezing at your breast. “go ahead.” he mumbled, opening his mouth wide to happily swallow your release.

with a gasp, you finished right on his tongue. your legs shook violently as he pulled away — not without a final kiss first. “good job baby. you okay?”

“please..” you whispered, not knowing how much longer you could go without having him inside you.

satoru grinned, sitting on his knees to take out his cock. “still think we should do more prepping.”

“i don’t care!”

“damn girl, how cock hungry are you.”

“very.”

he was already unzipping his pants as you said that, bringing you closer to his by your waist. he was nine inches at best, not surprising you one bit. you could feel yourself drooling at the way it twitched. “promise me something.” his voice dropped down to a soft whisper. “this won’t just be a one time thing. i mean it when i say i think about daily. i fucking love you. always have.”

for such a heated moment, your heart warmed. “i love you too sato.”

with that being said and a kiss being exchanged, satoru slammed half his length into you. a scream erupted from your throat, being silenced by the palm of his hand. “shit. quiet sweets.”

he wasn’t holding back, pounding into you at a harsh pace, pushing in inch by inch with every thrust.

“mmm you were made for this, made for me.” he removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with lips instead. the kiss was so tender, saying more than words could. his hips rollled into you in steady thrusts, taking in the way your moans spilled into his mouth.

just as you thought he was going to stop, he pushed all the way in, creating a prominent belly bulge in you.

“oh my fuck.” he pressed down your stomach, feeling himself from the outside. “yeah, you were made for me.

“excuse me?” his eyes widened, white lashes reaching up to his brows.

“you don’t have to, obviously. i was just wondering..” you said quietly, baiting him. which seemed to work because right after, a slight smirk was itching to be shown on his lips. “you curious or something?”

you hummed, leaning your head against the sofa. “yeah.” he was amused to say the least. you were usually shy despite being best friends, you’d never ever ask something like this to him. or so he thought. “well, it’s big enough. something that wont fit in you.”

his words made your stomach warm, forcing your legs to cross to prevent the potential sight of a wet spot forming in your sleeping shorts. “i think i can take it.”

“oh baby,” he pinched your cheek, playing into whatever this was. satoru was trying his best to hide his sudden excitement. it’s not every day he finally gets a chance to become more than just friends with you. rumors always spread around that the two of you were secretly dating but you’d always shut them down, getting upset that boys & girls (blur ref) could no longer be besties without being accused of liking each other. which was hypocritical on both your ends knowing your feelings for him and his for you were beyond just wanting to stay platonic.

“you want to find out?”

“can i?”

for a second, satoru freezes — breath hitching and heart beating a thousand miles an hour. then, he lets out a laugh, throwing his head back while hugging his stomach. “oh you’re for real.”

his reaction made yourself get embarrassed, making him straighten his position. “no no m’not making fun of you. i’m just surprised cuz, well, i’ve been dreaming of this for the past five years.”

“really?” you bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding eye contact. satoru nodded, leaning forward to force your eyes on his. “yeah.”

his eyes dropped down to your lap, thinking. “i’ve gotta prep you up first. i’m not lying when i say i don’t think it’s gonna fit in you.”

you nodded, already hooking your fingers under the waistband of your shorts. his hands stopped you shortly after, offering to undress you himself. you thought he’d be gentle, but it’s satoru gojo of course, he’s going to be rough.

“sato!” you squeaked when he pulled down your shorts, lifting your legs up to fully take them off. his pupils were blown wide when your cunt was out in the open, glistening with arousal under the lamp set next to you. “you asked,” he threw the clothing onto the floor. “don’t start crying now.”

his hands were on you again, separating your legs apart. he positioned himself to be face to face with your pussy, playfully blowing air on it just to watch you squirm.

“i thought you were gonna prep me..”

“well im fucking hungry.” he dragged a single finger in between your folds, collecting your wetness onto it. satoru brought it up to his lips, licking it clean. “you been eating pineapple?”

you couldn’t help but chuckle. “maybe.”

“figured. you taste better than i ever imagined.” he dips down to place a kiss onto your entrance, taking in a deep breath. your moans quickly filled the living room deliberately, trying your best to stay quiet. but that quickly ended when his tongue finally licked stripes on you. they were slow at first, fully savoring you. it traveled all the way up to your clit, sucking on it gently. your body arched, legs placing themselves on his back.

“you’re going too fast!” you yelled when he bit down. “you say that but your body is telling me something else.” he pulled back, spitting directly onto you.

“have you ever daydreamed about this? or was that just me.”

you nodded, observing the way your juices spilled down his chin. “why do you think i asked in the first place?”

he flashed all 32. “dirty girl.” with that, he returned back to his ‘meal.’ “you taste so good, could eat you out for hours.” he moaned. “you’re sweeter than konpeito.” his tongue didn’t stop lapping even when he inserted two fingers into you.

your fingers tangled themselves through his hair, not wanting this to stop. he let you, loving the way you had gotten confident. his dick hardened even more as you guided him to where you wanted him.

“fuck, are you close? you got tighter.” his fingers quickened up the pace, curling in deep.

“i t-think!” you stuttered, eyes fighting to stay open. his free hand snuck up under your shirt, squeezing at your breast. “go ahead.” he mumbled, opening his mouth wide to happily swallow your release.

with a gasp, you finished right on his tongue. your legs shook violently as he pulled away — not without a final kiss first. “good job baby. you okay?”

“please..” you whispered, not knowing how much longer you could go without having him inside you.

satoru grinned, sitting on his knees to take out his cock. “still think we should do more prepping.”

“i don’t care!”

“damn girl, how cock hungry are you.”

“very.”

he was already unzipping his pants as you said that, bringing you closer to his by your waist. he was nine inches at best, not surprising you one bit. you could feel yourself drooling at the way it twitched. “promise me something.” his voice dropped down to a soft whisper. “this won’t just be a one time thing. i mean it when i say i think about daily. i fucking love you. always have.”

for such a heated moment, your heart warmed. “i love you too sato.”

with that being said and a kiss being exchanged, satoru slammed half his length into you. a scream erupted from your throat, being silenced by the palm of his hand. “shit. quiet sweets.”

he wasn’t holding back, pounding into you at a harsh pace, pushing in inch by inch with every thrust.

“mmm you were made for this, made for me.” he removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with lips instead. the kiss was so tender, saying more than words could. his hips rollled into you in steady thrusts, taking in the way your moans spilled into his mouth.

just as you thought he was going to stop, he pushed all the way in, creating a prominent belly bulge in you.

“oh my fuck.” he pressed down your stomach, feeling himself from the outside. “yeah, you were made for me.

“excuse me?” his eyes widened, white lashes reaching up to his brows.

“you don’t have to, obviously. i was just wondering..” you said quietly, baiting him. which seemed to work because right after, a slight smirk was itching to be shown on his lips. “you curious or something?”

you hummed, leaning your head against the sofa. “yeah.” he was amused to say the least. you were usually shy despite being best friends, you’d never ever ask something like this to him. or so he thought. “well, it’s big enough. something that wont fit in you.”

his words made your stomach warm, forcing your legs to cross to prevent the potential sight of a wet spot forming in your sleeping shorts. “i think i can take it.”

“oh baby,” he pinched your cheek, playing into whatever this was. satoru was trying his best to hide his sudden excitement. it’s not every day he finally gets a chance to become more than just friends with you. rumors always spread around that the two of you were secretly dating but you’d always shut them down, getting upset that boys & girls (blur ref) could no longer be besties without being accused of liking each other. which was hypocritical on both your ends knowing your feelings for him and his for you were beyond just wanting to stay platonic.

“you want to find out?”

“can i?”

for a second, satoru freezes — breath hitching and heart beating a thousand miles an hour. then, he lets out a laugh, throwing his head back while hugging his stomach. “oh you’re for real.”

his reaction made yourself get embarrassed, making him straighten his position. “no no m’not making fun of you. i’m just surprised cuz, well, i’ve been dreaming of this for the past five years.”

“really?” you bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding eye contact. satoru nodded, leaning forward to force your eyes on his. “yeah.”

his eyes dropped down to your lap, thinking. “i’ve gotta prep you up first. i’m not lying when i say i don’t think it’s gonna fit in you.”

you nodded, already hooking your fingers under the waistband of your shorts. his hands stopped you shortly after, offering to undress you himself. you thought he’d be gentle, but it’s satoru gojo of course, he’s going to be rough.

“sato!” you squeaked when he pulled down your shorts, lifting your legs up to fully take them off. his pupils were blown wide when your cunt was out in the open, glistening with arousal under the lamp set next to you. “you asked,” he threw the clothing onto the floor. “don’t start crying now.”

his hands were on you again, separating your legs apart. he positioned himself to be face to face with your pussy, playfully blowing air on it just to watch you squirm.

“i thought you were gonna prep me..”

“well im fucking hungry.” he dragged a single finger in between your folds, collecting your wetness onto it. satoru brought it up to his lips, licking it clean. “you been eating pineapple?”

you couldn’t help but chuckle. “maybe.”

“figured. you taste better than i ever imagined.” he dips down to place a kiss onto your entrance, taking in a deep breath. your moans quickly filled the living room deliberately, trying your best to stay quiet. but that quickly ended when his tongue finally licked stripes on you. they were slow at first, fully savoring you. it traveled all the way up to your clit, sucking on it gently. your body arched, legs placing themselves on his back.

“you’re going too fast!” you yelled when he bit down. “you say that but your body is telling me something else.” he pulled back, spitting directly onto you.

“have you ever daydreamed about this? or was that just me.”

you nodded, observing the way your juices spilled down his chin. “why do you think i asked in the first place?”

he flashed all 32. “dirty girl.” with that, he returned back to his ‘meal.’ “you taste so good, could eat you out for hours.” he moaned. “you’re sweeter than konpeito.” his tongue didn’t stop lapping even when he inserted two fingers into you.

your fingers tangled themselves through his hair, not wanting this to stop. he let you, loving the way you had gotten confident. his dick hardened even more as you guided him to where you wanted him.

“fuck, are you close? you got tighter.” his fingers quickened up the pace, curling in deep.

“i t-think!” you stuttered, eyes fighting to stay open. his free hand snuck up under your shirt, squeezing at your breast. “go ahead.” he mumbled, opening his mouth wide to happily swallow your release.

with a gasp, you finished right on his tongue. your legs shook violently as he pulled away — not without a final kiss first. “good job baby. you okay?”

“please..” you whispered, not knowing how much longer you could go without having him inside you.

satoru grinned, sitting on his knees to take out his cock. “still think we should do more prepping.”

“i don’t care!”

“damn girl, how cock hungry are you.”

“very.”

he was already unzipping his pants as you said that, bringing you closer to his by your waist. he was nine inches at best, not surprising you one bit. you could feel yourself drooling at the way it twitched. “promise me something.” his voice dropped down to a soft whisper. “this won’t just be a one time thing. i mean it when i say i think about daily. i fucking love you. always have.”

for such a heated moment, your heart warmed. “i love you too sato.”

with that being said and a kiss being exchanged, satoru slammed half his length into you. a scream erupted from your throat, being silenced by the palm of his hand. “shit. quiet sweets.”

he wasn’t holding back, pounding into you at a harsh pace, pushing in inch by inch with every thrust.

“mmm you were made for this, made for me.” he removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with lips instead. the kiss was so tender, saying more than words could. his hips rollled into you in steady thrusts, taking in the way your moans spilled into his mouth.

just as you thought he was going to stop, he pushed all the way in, creating a prominent belly bulge in you.

“oh my fuck.” he pressed down your stomach, feeling himself from the outside. “yeah, you were made for me.

frat boy! gojo is not surprised to say the least when he gets asked to stay after class by his professor to discuss his grade. and he couldnt care less when one of the biggest parties of the year was coming up meaning he was responsible for picking out the theme. “so, what’s the verdict?”

“the verdict is you’re not going to pass this course, satoru. may i kindly ask of you to please put down your phone for just a second?” you could clearly hear the distress in the professors voice.

“hold on i wasn’t talking to you,” satoru interrupted. “me and my brothers are trying to figure out what the theme of our next party should be. i’m thinking teen beach, does that sound good?”

the professor took a deep breath, mentally calming himself from lashing out at his own student. “there won’t be any party of yours if this grade doesn’t get fixed.”

that certainly got satoru’s attention.