𐙚 ࣪ nerdjo! x gf!fem reader
warnings – smut and explicit language.
Satoru’s glasses slide further down the bridge of his nose as he grunts while thrusting in and out of you continuously. His grip on your hips tightens as the realisation dawns on him for the one millionth time this time – he is balls deep inside you, fucking you animalistically.
Even though it must be the sixth or seventh round, he is still in complete utter awe that he’s got you bent over, your pretty face squashed into the pillows and your ass in the air for him. You, his perfect woman, his obsession, the one he loves more than all the books and video games in the world. You, his perfect Y/N.
With a final groan from him and a loud, beautiful, melodious moan from you, you’re both coming together yet again. You release on his thick, throbbing cock and he releases inside of you, as deep as he can go. Even as you’re whimpering and oversensitive he carries on thrusting into you a few more times, keeping your hips flushed against his.
“Toru.” you pant, wanting to just collapse on the bed since you’re spent and ruined.
He pulls out of you, looking at the mess, especially at your combined release leaking out your pussy and dripping down your thighs. Satoru’s breath hitches at the sight. If you weren’t so whiny and tired, he’d either finger it back inside you or fuck it into you. But you deserve to rest, you’ve been so good for him tonight.
Satoru sits back on his heels, watching as you close your eyes and lay in bed, covering yourself with a blanket, as if you’re planning to pass it out right now. He grins at the sight, finding you adorable when you’re sleepy.
“Angel,” he calls out to you, wanting you to look at him. But all you do is hum, not even having the strength to open your eyes.
He leans over you to peck your lips, then your cheek and then your nose. “Come on, Angel, let’s take a bath, hmm?”
You whine sleepily. “I’m sleepy.”
“You can sleep after we’re done.”
You finally open your eyes and stare at him, a cute pout forming on your lips that Satoru quickly kisses.
“I’m sore…”
Satoru pouts at that, melting at the cuteness in your voice. “What’s sore, baby? Your pussy is sore?”
You nod. Satoru fights back a grin.
“Want me to kiss it better?”
Again, you nod. He licks his lips before going under the blanket, going further down until his lips meet your pussy, to deliver the sweetest, most tender kisses on it, as if apologising for spending so many hours using it so roughly. You let out a little gasp when he starts making out with it, bringing your clit into his mouth and sucking on it.
“S-Satoru–” you warn, your voice out a bit desperate.
He smirks against your pussy before leaving one last peck, then coming back to hover over you to kiss your lips again.
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As you and your best friend, Shoko, walk down the bust hallway to a lecture, you make eye contact with Satoru and you swear your heart stops beating. He's standing with his friends and of course a few girls by his side who are desperate for his attention. You look away quickly, feeling heat rush up to your cheeks.
This might sound like one of the cheesy, romantic novels you read, yes he is the college's heartthrob/fuckboy you've had the fattest crush on for a few years now.
It's not that simple though... Not at all. Your life is anything but a cute, little love story. Unlike in your novels where the main character gets the boy she's pined over for years, you're not getting that happy ending. And you're ninety-nine percent sure.
The lecture drags on forever. Usually you enjoy English class since it's your favourite lesson but today you're eager to get back to your dorm.
Once the lecture's over, Shoko bids you goodbye . Your rooms are far away from each other and today's Friday, which means she's got a date with a new hot guy. You rush through campus, clutching your books a little too tightly against your chest. Keeping your head down, you weave through the bust crowd until you finally make it to the quieter hallway of you dormitory.
Your hand trembles slightly in your hand as you unlock you room door. Stupid nerves. The second you get in, you lock the door and put all of your stuff down. You take a moment to breathe before looking at the clock hung on the wall.
Your heart gives a little flutter, you don't have much time. You take off your shoes and clothes then make a beeline to the bathroom.
The sound of water rushing in the shower is enough to drown out the thoughts tumbling through your head. On what you're about to do, again and again...
Steam fills the tiny space, fogging the mirror as you step under the hot spray. It feels so good against your skin. But it does nothing for the butterflies in your stomach. You grab your favourite shower gel (the one with the sweetest scent) and lather it over your body and hair. You want to smell and feel nice. You want to-
Your train of thoughts is cut when there's a knock at the front door. Shit. You turn off the faucet and wrap a towel around yourself and nearly slip since you're still really wet. Panic surges even more when there's another impatient knock. You put zero effort into tying your wet hair. Why is he so early? You unlock the door and open it, just a little so that he sees your only sees your face.
"You're fifteen minutes early Satoru." you remind him shyly.
Satoru's leaning lazily against the doorframe with a cocky grin tugging at his lips. His dark hair falls over his forehead. It's damp, like he just showered too. His black hoodie hangs loose over his broad shoulders. He doesn't even try to hide the way his eyes flick down, catching the edge of the towel on your collarbone before darting back up to your face.
"Couldn't wait," he says, voice low, casual, like it's the most normal thing in the world for him to show up at your door earlier than planned. "Miss me that much?"
You roll your eyes despite the nerves and tighten your grip on the towel with one hand and glaring at him through the small crack in the door.
"Or maybe," you whisper sharply, "I just enjoy being ambushed when I'm half-naked and soaking wet."
That grin widens. "Half-naked, huh? Baby, you make it too easy for me." He shifts his weight, trying to push the door open with his shoulder but you block him with your body.
"Satoru," you warn. "Let me get dressed first."
He hums, feigning deep thought. "Hmm... I could wait out here." He leans a little closer, voice dipping, "Or you could let me in and save us both some time."
Your cheeks heat up. You hate how his teasing works its way under your skin every single time. He knows it too, he's watching you with that boyish glint in his eyes, the one that makes every girl on campus fall all over him.
You sigh, stepping back just enough for him to slip inside. The second the door clicks shut behind him, Satoru's already taken off his sneakers and moving like he owns the place. His presence fills your tiny dorm instantly
The amazing scent of his cologne has you mentally drooling over him. The sound of his soft chuckle as he glances at your messy bed and the towel barely clinging to you, has a zoo in your stomach.
"You smell good," he murmurs, eyes darkening as they sweep over you again. He wets his lips before "Shower just for me?"
Your heart stutters but you scoff and brush past him to grab your robe. "Why would you even think that? I had just a long day today and wanted to feel comfortable."
That's a lie, well partially. Yes you kind of did shower and use your sweet-scented, expensive wash because you knew he'd be coming over. But anyways he doesn't need to know that.
As soon as your silky robe is tied around your body, he comes up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. He pulls you flush against him and you almost moan at the feeling of his already hardened bulge. Did he really get hard from seeing you wet in a towel??
You freeze for half a second, the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of your shower gel makes your head spin.
"Satoru-" you start but the word barely makes it past your throat before his lips brush against the shell of your ear.
"You're cute when you lie," he murmurs, his breath is warm against your skin when he leaves a wet kiss under your ear. "You did shower for me."
Your body betrays because you're practically shivering in his hold.
"Don't flatter yourself." you whisper, though it comes out weaker than you intend.
He chuckles softly, low in his chest and it vibrates against your back. "I don't have to. You always give yourself away."
He nips lightly at your jawline, just enough to make your breath hitch. He rests his chin on your shoulder as his hands skim over the silk of your robe, his fingers toying with the tie at your waist.
"Five rounds tonight?" he teases His voice low is and lazy. He doesn't even understand what that does to you. Scratch that, he definitely does.
Your knees nearly buckle. You seriously cannot be this down bad for the college's man-whore.
"You're unbelievable Satoru." you mutter and grip his wrist to stop him from undoing the knot... though you don't pull his hands away completely.
"Hmm. And yet... " he hums, tilting his head to kiss the curve of your neck. "you keep letting me in."
You close your eyes, hating and loving how right he is.He presses closer against you so that the edge of the table bites into your thighs. His hands slide over your hips, his palms warm through the thin silk of your robe.
"You're shaking," he murmurs against your neck. His teeth graze the spot just below your ear. "Relax for me."
"I'm not-" you start but the words die in your throat when his fingers slip under the edge of the robe, stroking the inside of your thigh in slow circles.
"You are," he says, his voice laced with amusement. "You always do this -pretend that you're so unaffected by me." His breath hits your skin as he dips his head lower, kissing down the side of your neck until his mouth finds the slope of your collarbone. "But your body betrays you." he says as he squeezes your thigh.
He flips the hem of your rope up with one hand, his knuckles drag against your bare skin. His other hand slides between your legs, fingers carress your skin to make you gasp and grip the edge of the table tightly.
"I missed you. Why didn't you come say hi to me in the morning?" he murmurs, lips brushing your the back of your neck.
Why didn't you say hi to him in the morning? How could you? You're literally each other's biggest secrets. And besides, he seemed to be super comfortable with those hoes all at his side. He was probably plotting and choosing which one of them would be his next fuck for the weekend.
You have to remind yourself not to dwell on that. He's not yours and will never be. You just got lucky enough to be in this position with him... To have this whole sexual relationship with him. Yes as ashamed as you are, you're okay with this. Being his fuck buddy is way better than being the invisible nerd with a secret crush on him...
His mouth moves lower. He licks a warm trail down your spine before crouching behind you. The silk of your robe pools around your waist as he tugs it up, exposing you to the cool air. He's quiet for a moment, just breathing you in before his tongue drags a long, slow stripe from the back of your thigh up to where you're already unsurprisingly, soaking wet.
Your knees almost give out. A startled sound slips from your lips, echoing off the walls of your tiny dorm.
"That's it," Satoru mutters against you, his voice is rough now. "That's what I like to hear."
His fingers follow, sliding between your heat and rubbing slow circles. He licks again, deeper this time. His fingers working in tandem with his tongue until your hips are pushing back against him without you even realising. Your robe's still on, bunched up in Satoru's fist at your waist.
He stands up and his chest is pressed to your back. The same arm, holding your robe wraps around you to steady you, while the other stays between your legs. He licks the taste of you from his lips, his voice a low growl against your ear.
"Bend over for me, baby."
You grip the edge of the table and obey him. Your forehead rests against the cool surface of the small kitchen's table. Behind you, you feel him push the robe up higher. You bite your lip hard at the feeling of his hardness pressed against you through his sweats which he soon pulls down to his knees, along with his boxers.
He teases you with his tip, dragging it against your folds before his fingers slide inside one more time slowly.
"God, you're so wet," he mutters, more to himself than to you, and then he asks : "You ready?"
You nod, trembling as you carry on biting down on your lip.
"Say it." he coaxes, fingers curling just enough to make you gasp.
"I'm ready Satoru." you whisper and it sounds like a confession.
He smirks softly and positions himself, the blunt head of him is wet with your arousal now. The sound that leaves you when he enters you is somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. Your hands claw at the table's edge like it's the only thing keeping you upright. He's big, stretching thoroughly and your walls clench tight around him.
"Fuck," Satoru groans behind you, his hips stuttering as he bottoms out. "Tight as ever." His forehead drops briefly against your shoulder. His breath comes out heavy, like even he needs a second to adjust.
His palm slides up over your stomach greedily, until it finds your breast. He squeezes it, his thumb brushes over your nipple, and you moan out softly.
"That's better," he mutters roughly. "Needed to feel these." He pinches lightly, Shokong you jolt under him. "God, you sound so sweet when I touch you."
He pulls out slowly before slamming forward again. The table creaks under the force, your body jolts but his arm around your middle keeps you from slipping away. He sets that rhythm that he knows you love. His thrusts are deep, they have your legs trembling and eyes rolling back. Every time he thrusts into you, his hand at your breast tightens. His thumb flickers over the sensitive bud until you're whining and arching for him.
"You like that, don't you?" he breathes against your ear, hips snapping forward with slaps of skin on skin. "Me playing with your tits while I fuck you from behind?"
You bite down on your lip again, trying to hold back the sounds clawing their way out of you. You love when he talks like this to you.
"Don't hide them," he says as he rolls his hips deeper, angling just right until you choke on a moan. "Let me hear how much you love it."
Your resolve shatters and the room fills with the wet sound of him thrusting into you, along with your broken little cries as his fingers twist and tease your nipple. His other hand slides lower, finding your clit as he pounds into you. The added sensation has you squirming beneath him.
"Shit- ah fuck, baby," he growls, hips speed up. His thrusts push you harder against the table. "You feel so good baby. You always feel so good."
You can't form proper words anymore, there are just whimpers and moans spilling from you. Your walls tighten around him again. Satoru feels you clenching around him. His breath grows harsher, grunts punctuating his thrusts as his hand at your breast grips harder. "You're close, huh? Gonna come for me while I'm buried inside you?"
Your whole body jerks when you orgasm. A cry rips out of your throat, and the table digs into your hips as your legs threaten to give out ( they probably would if Satoru wasn't holding you so firmly) . You're clenching around him so tight it's almost painful. Satoru groans a curse into your damp hair. He carries on thrusting into you, fucking you through the orgasm.
"Fuck yeah, that's it. Come all over my cock, baby. Just like that." he grits out, his thrusts getting sloppier the harder you pulse around him.
You're gasping, your chest is pressed into the table, his hand still holding your robe bunched up under your breasts while the other stays holding your hip, keeping you in place. He pulls back suddenly with a low growl, pulling out at just the right time, before he releases into you. You barely have time to turn your head before he holds his cock in his hand, pumps himself twice and groans. Thick, warm ropes spill across the curve of your ass and the backs of your thighs. The sound he makes is downright filthy and guttural.
You shiver at the mess but you love it. His palm spreads his release with a swipe over your ass cheek.
"Fuck..." he pants. His chest heaving as he smears his release with his thumb.
He leaves another kiss at the back of your neck and before you can catch your breath, he grips your hips and flips you around. The table digs into your lower back as he cages you in. You squeak in surprise when he hauls you up so your legs wrap tight around his waist like instinct.
The next thing you know, his mouth crashes onto yours. His tongue eagerly pushes past your lips and you whimper into him, clutching at his hoodie, trying to secure yourself while he eats at your mouth.
When he pulls back, there's a thin string of spit between you. He lifts his head to look at you.
"Crazy, huh? College's little bookworm... always quiet in class, hiding behind her glasses... " his hips grind against your soaked core, Shokong you gasp loud. "But look at you now. Fucking dripping. Moaning like a slut just for me."
"Satoru -" you breathe, your protest is lost in another gasp as he grabs the tie of your robe and yanks it open. The silk falls apart, leaving you completely bare to him.
"Fuck." he mutters, eyes darting down. He doesn't waste any time. His mouth latches onto your neck, wet kisses trailing down your throat to your collarbone. You cry out softly when he sucks on your skin hard enough to leave a mark. His teeth graze your skin before moving lower.
His lips close around your nipple, while his other hand needs the soft flesh of your other breast. "These are perfect." he groans against your skin, flicking his tongue, making you arch into his mouth with a desperate whine.
"Too loud for the library, huh?" he teases, biting lightly at the soft flesh before switching to your other breast. "Bet Shoko's got no clue her little bookworm bestie's getting fucked stupid on a table."
Your face burns from embarrassment. But still, your back arches more to feel him and our nails dig into his shoulders. "Please-" your voice high and desperate.
"Please what?" he grins up at you, lips glistening as he gives your nipple a final, sloppy suck. His hips roll against you, grinding his still-hard length against your soaked heat, smearing the mess he left on you earlier. "Use your words, nerd."
The filthy grind has you trembling and your breath catching. You're clinging to him so tightly your thighs shake around his waist. "Please... I need you. I need more."
Satoru kisses you again hungrily. His hand sneaks back down between your legs, fingers spreading you open as his cock drags against your folds.
"You're still dripping," he smirks against your mouth. "Such a good girl , huh? Letting me fuck you dumb in your apartment when you should be, what? Reading?"
You shake your head frantically, nails scraping down his back, wishing he'd finally take off his stupid hoodie. The sound of your moans filling the room, as he rubs your clit. He swallows them up with another dirty kiss, groaning into your mouth, lining himself up at your entrance again...
your obsessive boyfriend, satoru, fucks you out of jealousy.
bf!gojo x fem reader
18+ mdni
Satoru's tongue licks slowly up your pussy, parting you open like he has all the time in the world. Your hands are pinned at your sides by one of his. His other hand is splayed over your lower belly, holding you down to prevent your hips from chasing his mouth.
"Did you enjoy being friendly with that guy in the mall, baby?" His voice is low and rough.
He licks hard up your clit, then stops, letting the air hit that wet spot.
"You smiled at him for twelve whole seconds, I counted."
You whimper, thighs trembling on either side of his shoulders. Two years of this – two years of learning and knowing everything about each other and he still finds new ways to ruin you.
"Satoru, please –"
"Please what?" he blows cold air over your clit, watching your body twitch. "Please let you come? After you let some random dude breathe the same air as you for a full minute."
He dips lower, tongue circling your entrance and pushing in just enough to make you clench around enough before he retreats.
"Not happening."
Satoru drove straight home from the mall, even though you weren't done shopping. The second you got back, he slammed the door behind you, pushed you against it and kissed you hard enough to make your lips swollen.
You tried to explain – the guy asked for directions and I didn't want to be rude, that's all – but Satoru wasn't hearing it. Not when his hands were already under your skirt, his fingers hooking your panties to the side while he went down to kneel on the floor.
Now you're spread out on the unmade bed with your skirt tucked up to your waist. He sucks your clit into his mouth, gentle at first, then harder, his teeth graze you and you cry out.
Your back arches and he lets you, but only so he can slide two fingers inside you and curl them slowly, touching that spot that makes you see stars. You're so close, your thighs tighten around his head and your breath hitches.
But then he stops.
He removes his fingers and his mouth. He sits back on his heels and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes are dark with something feral.
"Satoru," you sob – actual tears pricking your eyes. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean–"
"I know you didn't mean it." He crawls up your body, his shirt riding up to expose his chest, abs and the little bit of hair disappearing into his pants. He cages you in, arms on either side of your head and nose against yours.
"But you're mine and I hate it when people get too close to my girl."
He kisses you deep and filthy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You moan into his mouth, trying to pull him closer but he holds back, just to keep you desperate.
When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen. He flips you onto your stomach and yanks your hips up so you're on your knees with your face pressed in the pillows. He spreads you again to get a good look.
"You're so fucking wet for me. Dripping down your thighs like a little slut." He slaps your ass hard, then soothes the pain with his palm. "My slut."
You push back against him shamelessly. "Please, Satoru. Need you inside me."
"Yeah?" He leans over you, his lips by your ear. "You think you deserve my dick after today?"
His hand slides between your legs so his fingers can circle your clit slowly.
"Beg."
You moan before your words spill out. "Please, baby. I'm yours, only yours. I'll never talk to anyone again, just fuck me, please–"
Satoru groans. He believes that your desperation for him is better than any drug. He pulls his pants down, his cock is hard and dripping against your thigh.
One hand fists your hair, pulling your head back, the other guides himself to your entrance, sliding through.
"Gonna fuck you so good you forget his name. Forget every name but mine."
He pushes in slowly, stretching you until you're stuffed full, gasping into the pillows. He doesn't move at first, he just lets you feel him deep inside you first.
"Tight as always," he hisses. "This pussy was made for me. Say it."
"Made for you," you choke out. "Only you–"
He pulls out and slams back in, hard enough that you jolt. He does that again, and again. The headboard knocks against the wall and your moans are muffled by the pillow shoved under your face. His hand slides under the dress, bundled up by your belly to pinch your nipple and roll it between his fingers.
"Gonna mark you up," he growls, his teeth scraping your shoulder. "Gonna come so deep inside you, you'll feel me for days."
You clench around him at the words and he chuckles darkly. "You like that?"
"Yes – fuck, yes–"
He reaches around so his fingers find your clit again and he rubs fast circles. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting your g-spot and his fingers relentless on your clit. You're close again, so close. Your lower belly tightens.
"Come for me, baby."
You obey, your whole body shakes as you scream his name. He doesn't stop, he fucks you through it until you're oversensitive and trying to pull away. But he holds you there, still thrusting into you, chasing his own release.
"F-fuck," he buries himself deep, groaning as he comes, filling you up just like he promised. His forehead drops to your back, both of you trembling, all sweaty and breathless.
When he finally pulls out, you collapse onto the bed. He doesn't let you go far – he pulls you into his arms instead. His release leaks out of you onto the sheets, but he doesn't care – he just holds you close and pepper kisses your face.
"I love you, baby." he whispers gently now.
You turn in his arms, nuzzling into his neck and breathe in his comforting scent.
your obsessive boyfriend, satoru, fucks you out of jealousy.
bf!gojo x fem reader
18+ mdni
Satoru's tongue licks slowly up your pussy, parting you open like he has all the time in the world. Your hands are pinned at your sides by one of his. His other hand is splayed over your lower belly, holding you down to prevent your hips from chasing his mouth.
"Did you enjoy being friendly with that guy in the mall, baby?" His voice is low and rough.
He licks hard up your clit, then stops, letting the air hit that wet spot.
"You smiled at him for twelve whole seconds, I counted."
You whimper, thighs trembling on either side of his shoulders. Two years of this – two years of learning and knowing everything about each other and he still finds new ways to ruin you.
"Satoru, please –"
"Please what?" he blows cold air over your clit, watching your body twitch. "Please let you come? After you let some random dude breathe the same air as you for a full minute."
He dips lower, tongue circling your entrance and pushing in just enough to make you clench around enough before he retreats.
"Not happening."
Satoru drove straight home from the mall, even though you weren't done shopping. The second you got back, he slammed the door behind you, pushed you against it and kissed you hard enough to make your lips swollen.
You tried to explain – the guy asked for directions and I didn't want to be rude, that's all – but Satoru wasn't hearing it. Not when his hands were already under your skirt, his fingers hooking your panties to the side while he went down to kneel on the floor.
Now you're spread out on the unmade bed with your skirt tucked up to your waist. He sucks your clit into his mouth, gentle at first, then harder, his teeth graze you and you cry out.
Your back arches and he lets you, but only so he can slide two fingers inside you and curl them slowly, touching that spot that makes you see stars. You're so close, your thighs tighten around his head and your breath hitches.
But then he stops.
He removes his fingers and his mouth. He sits back on his heels and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes are dark with something feral.
"Satoru," you sob – actual tears pricking your eyes. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean–"
"I know you didn't mean it." He crawls up your body, his shirt riding up to expose his chest, abs and the little bit of hair disappearing into his pants. He cages you in, arms on either side of your head and nose against yours.
"But you're mine and I hate it when people get too close to my girl."
He kisses you deep and filthy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You moan into his mouth, trying to pull him closer but he holds back, just to keep you desperate.
When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen. He flips you onto your stomach and yanks your hips up so you're on your knees with your face pressed in the pillows. He spreads you again to get a good look.
"You're so fucking wet for me. Dripping down your thighs like a little slut." He slaps your ass hard, then soothes the pain with his palm. "My slut."
You push back against him shamelessly. "Please, Satoru. Need you inside me."
"Yeah?" He leans over you, his lips by your ear. "You think you deserve my dick after today?"
His hand slides between your legs so his fingers can circle your clit slowly.
"Beg."
You moan before your words spill out. "Please, baby. I'm yours, only yours. I'll never talk to anyone again, just fuck me, please–"
Satoru groans. He believes that your desperation for him is better than any drug. He pulls his pants down, his cock is hard and dripping against your thigh.
One hand fists your hair, pulling your head back, the other guides himself to your entrance, sliding through.
"Gonna fuck you so good you forget his name. Forget every name but mine."
He pushes in slowly, stretching you until you're stuffed full, gasping into the pillows. He doesn't move at first, he just lets you feel him deep inside you first.
"Tight as always," he hisses. "This pussy was made for me. Say it."
"Made for you," you choke out. "Only you–"
He pulls out and slams back in, hard enough that you jolt. He does that again, and again. The headboard knocks against the wall and your moans are muffled by the pillow shoved under your face. His hand slides under the dress, bundled up by your belly to pinch your nipple and roll it between his fingers.
"Gonna mark you up," he growls, his teeth scraping your shoulder. "Gonna come so deep inside you, you'll feel me for days."
You clench around him at the words and he chuckles darkly. "You like that?"
"Yes – fuck, yes–"
He reaches around so his fingers find your clit again and he rubs fast circles. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting your g-spot and his fingers relentless on your clit. You're close again, so close. Your lower belly tightens.
"Come for me, baby."
You obey, your whole body shakes as you scream his name. He doesn't stop, he fucks you through it until you're oversensitive and trying to pull away. But he holds you there, still thrusting into you, chasing his own release.
"F-fuck," he buries himself deep, groaning as he comes, filling you up just like he promised. His forehead drops to your back, both of you trembling, all sweaty and breathless.
When he finally pulls out, you collapse onto the bed. He doesn't let you go far – he pulls you into his arms instead. His release leaks out of you onto the sheets, but he doesn't care – he just holds you close and pepper kisses your face.
"I love you, baby." he whispers gently now.
You turn in his arms, nuzzling into his neck and breathe in his comforting scent.
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distracting your boyfriend while he's gaming because you're horny. {18+ mdni}
gamer bf gojo x clingy gf fem reader.
Satoru's monitors glow and his large screen show a brutal fight with a boss in the virtual world. His headset is set tightly over his ear, and his mic is close to his mouth to bark orders and occasional curses at his squad.
"Yo, Yuji, left flank – LEFT. Fuck, let me heal, I'm gonna die!"
His fingers fly against the joystick of his controller and he meshes the other playing buttons. The lights flick in time with the gunfire on-screen.
His gaming chair (that probably costs more than some people's rent) creaks under his weight every time he leans forward. He hasn't looked away from the screen in a very long time.
You've tried to get him off the game and back to you, but it hasn't worked. You've texted him from the bedroom –' babe I miss you.'– sent a selfie in your silky shorts and tank top, knowing it would drive him insane, you added a caption to the selfie "come to bed."
Though, you got nothing but a heart eyes emoji and a "five more mins, swear." It feels like it's been hours since then.
Now you're done waiting. You make your way toward his gaming room, hoping to be able to provoke him since you're not wearing a bra or panty. Just your pink tank top, where your perky nipples are visible due to the air-con on high blast and those silky shorts that keep riding up.
Satoru doesn't look up when the door clicks shut behind you. His eyes remain locked on the screen, his jaw is clenched in a way that makes you want to bite on it.
"Loot the ammo – NOW –fuck, yes. Keep the debuff off me."
You step into his peripheral vision, standing close enough to him that your knee is against his thigh. He registers you – his eyes sweep down your body, lingering on the way your top clings to your breasts and your shorts ridden up to flash the side of your ass. His tongue wets the corner of his mouth, but the game attracts him back.
"Baby," he mutters, his voice soft. "Five minutes. The boss is at twenty percent."
You don't say anything to that, instead you slide one knee over his lap, then the other, straddling him in his game chair. The shorts ride up even more, making your bare pussy brush his sweats.
He's already half-hard. Of course he is. The feeling of him thickening under you makes your breath catch. Satoru's left hand leaves the keyboard for a second to settle on your hip. His thumb caresses the skin above your waistband, but then it's back on his controller.
"Megumi, don't stand in the fire, I swear to God–"
You circle your hips slowly, grinding down on his cock pressed right against your clit. A soft, involuntary sound leaves your throat, making his jaw flex.
"Y/N," he warns. "Not now."
But his hips lift a little to chase the feeling of you. You smirk and do it again.
His friends scream in his ear. "Satoru, where's the machete?" "I'm dead, I'm fucking dead–"
But you see that he's lost a lot of his focus. His eyes flick to you, then back to the screen. You reach between your bodies and your fingers slip in his pants and boxers.
He's warm and already leaking at the tip. You wrap your hand around him to pump a few times, swiping your thumb over his tip to spread the precum and his breath audibly hitches.
"Gojo, you good?"
Yuji's voice buzzes through the headset.
"Yeah," he manages, his voice rough. "Just lagging."
You almost laugh. Just lagging. Sure...
You tug his pants and boxers down to free him and his cock slaps against his stomach, it's flushed and gorgeous.
You rise on your knees, guiding him to your entrance, letting the tip nudge your folds. His hand shoots to your thigh, digging into it... But his eyes are still on the screen, knuckles whitening on the controller.
"Ten percent," he grits out. "Ten fucking percent, just–"
You sink down and the stretch is a little bit sore but still amazing. A low, broken moan escapes you both. His head falls back against the chair, throat exposed and Adam's apple bobbing.
"Fuck," he whispers quietly so only you can hear. Then he straightens, squaring his shoulders.
"Kento, snipe from the building –yes... Like that–"
You start to move slowly. You take him deep and grind your clit against him. The chair creaks under you. His hand finds your ass again, squeezing it hard and guiding your movements without leaving the controller completely. His right hand doesn't stop assaulting the buttons. You lean forward so your lips are near his ear, whining into it.
"You're ignoring me."
"Am not." he pants, eyes locked on the opposition's health bar. "Just – Fuck – uh, multitasking."
You deliberately clench around him and his hips jerk up into you. A strangled groan is caught in his throat.
"Satoru?" Shoko's voice sounds. "Are you jerking off or something?"
"The fuck? No." Something even better. Much better.
You ride him harder, thighs burning as he throbs inside you. You can feel him fighting. He's trying to keep his hands on the game steady, but he can't. His cock is pulsing so hard inside you.
You reach up, tugging his headset mic away from his mouth. His eyes snap to yours, wide and warning.
"Don't." he mouths.
You smile mischievously and lick up his neck. You let your head fall back and moan loudly – it's probably loud enough for the mic to catch and for his friends as well...
Satoru yanks the headset off roughly, slamming the mute button. The room goes silent – well, except for the wet sounds of your bodies, your breath and his.
"You little–"
You slam your hips down again to cut him off. He grips your waist, lifting you up before slamming you back down a good few times. The chair rolls back and the wheels squeak.
"Want them to hear how good you fuck me?" you whisper, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Want them to know why you're missing the kill shot?"
His answer is a groan, he puts down the controller, pulls out, and turns you around so your back is facing him. One hand is on your back, bending you forward until your cheek presses against the desk.
The new angle is even better. He thrusts up into you hard. The tip of his cock hits deeper spots inside you. Your tits spill out of the tank top, nipples brushing across the desk as he slams into you.
You bite your lip, not trying to be too vocal but it's impossible. He's in too deep, too perfect. You cry out but he claps a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound.
"Come," he rasps into your ear. "Come on me while I finish this raid. Quietly, baby."
He picks up the controller to finish his game while you release on him, your pussy clenches so hard. He groans into your shoulder and his teeth sink in. Your thighs shake and your toes curl against the chair's footrest.
He follows a second later, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you with a curse. His hand moves from your mouth to grip your throat possessively, holding you against him as he fills you.
The opposition's health bar hits zero. The victory badge shows on the screen, along with Victory music. Satoru's forehead drops to your back, both of you trembling.
"GG," Yuji's voice comes through from the discarded headset. "Toru, you alive?"
He reaches over, still buried inside you and to pick up the headset and talk.
your boyfriend, satoru, wants you to sit still on his cock to see who breaks first.
pairing – bf!gojo x fem reader
in the confined space of the elevator, you stand with your arms tightly crossed over your chest, staring at the doors, refusing to look at him. satoru leans against the opposite wall, his one ankle over the other with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. his jaw is clenched and ticking every now and then. neither of you have spoken until you both left the car.
the argument you both had started off quite small, and stupid – highly unnecessary. you had a terrible day at work today, you don't even want to think about it. to make things even worse for you, satoru had decided to show up ten minutes later to pick you up. he apologised in the parking lot sincerely, but you were already too mad to listen to what he had to say.
you snapped at him. "if you can't be on time, just tell me so i can take the damn train."
his eyes narrowed at you, brows furrowing. "i'm here, aren't i? i always come get you. i don't know why you're acting like i left you stranded."
"oh my God, satoru. it's not just about that. i was out waiting in the cold like an idiot while you-"
"while i what? work my ass off all day too? fuck's sake, y/n, i'm not your chauffeur."
and yeah, that's what caused it. whatever negative feelings you've both been feeling in the week all surfaced. by the time he parked in the garage, your voices were raised and yelling at each other.
now in the elevator, the silence between you feels worse. you can feel him staring at the side of your face, and as much as you hate to admit it – it intimidates you.
when the doors finally open, you storm out first. satoru follows a step behind you with the house keys jingling in his hand. when you reach the door, you wait with your arms crossed refusing to turn around. he unlocks the door without a word, pushes it open and lets you walk in first. the second he locks the door; you turn around furiously to look at him.
"i actually don't think i'm done talking about this." you say while kicking off your uncomfortable work shoes. "you think just because you showed up eventually makes it okay? i'm exhausted, satoru. i always am, and the one thing i expect from you is that you're there when you say you'll be."
he basically throws the keys onto the counter, the unnecessarily loud sound it makes emphasises his own anger.
"and as i told you, i got held up at work. it isn't like i was out drinking with my friends. i was working. you know, that thing we both do to pay for the apartment you're currently yelling in for no good reason?"
you laugh bitterly, reaching behind to unzip your skirt, "oh, what the hell are you trying to say, huh? you think i don't work just as hard as you do? well i do, and i would never do something like this to you."
you pull your skirt down your legs until it pools at your feet. you step out of it, so you're left in just your blouse and underwear. satoru's gaze wanders over your figure and his eyes darken. you see the way his tongue licks across his bottom lip, and it pisses you off more because he's clearly not interested in what you said since he's checking you out.
"why the hell are you looking at me like that?" the disapproval is clear in your voice.
he takes a step closer, shrugging off his jacket and carelessly letting it fall on the floor. "like what?"
"like you wanna fuck me instead of talking about this."
he huffs out a low laugh. "can't help it. you're sexy as hell when you're mad."
you roll your eyes and turn towards the bathroom to get away from him, unbuttoning your blouse as you go. he's right behind you, and when he catches up with you, you feel the hardest, most possessive smack on your ass. you gasp and spin around, hand flying to your ass cheek that now stings deliciously,
"satoru!"
he doesn't even look sorry, he just stares down at you with dark, heavy eyes with a smirk on his face. "i can't even lie. i wanna fuck you," he says with genuine honesty in his deep voice. "been thinking about it since you started raising your voice in the car."
your face heats up at that, and your body traitorously feels aroused too, despite how angry you still are.
"no," you say firmly. "not happening until you apologise properly ."
he scoffs and runs a hand through his hair. "you want to apologise for something that isn't my fault, something i already apologised for anyways? fine. i'm really sorry y/n. now come here."
"that's not a proper apology, you're being cynical." you turn again, walking into the bedroom, opening the last buttons of your blouse. once it's fully unbuttoned, you take it off so you're left in your bra and panty. even though it's freezing cool, you purposely take ages so satoru can see you like this and wish.
you hear his footsteps behind you again, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you back against his chest before you can move away. he's warm and you feel his erection pressing against your ass. he dips his head down, so his lips brush your ear.
"i want to fuck you." he murmurs again needily. one of his hands slides up your stomach to graze the side of your breast. "wanna bury myself inside you and make you forget why you're mad."
you shiver, hating how good that sounds, hating how much easily he gets you weak for him.
"no," you say, and it comes out embarrassingly weak. you turn in his arms and push at his hard chest. "not until you actually mean that you're sorry,"
his eyes search yours, frustration is evident in his eyes, but of course the hunger is more noticeable. he lets out a slow exhale, looks as if he's contemplating something, then he gives you a little smirk.
"okay," he says calmly. "let's make a deal, hmm?"
you narrow your eyes, growing suspicious. "what kind of deal?"
he steps back and starts unbuckling his belt. your throat goes dry as he opens a button before unzipping it.
"cock-warming. you sit on my dick," he says, eyes locked in yours. "just sit. no moving or anything. we stay like that until one of us can't take it anymore. whoever thrusts, grinds or anything too physical has to apologise. properly."
your breath hitches and you feel some wetness at your core at the thought of his filthy ultimatum and the challenge in his voice.
"you've lost it. why would i do something so demented?"
he pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs enough to free his cock. it's so hard and lengthy, it's got you mentally salivating. he holds it in his hand, giving himself a few strokes, and damn you're jealous that you're not the one doing it for him.
"scared you'll lose, baby?"
you swallow hard, you're stubborn but then again there's an ache between your thighs wishing to be satisfied. this is probably the dumbest deal you're about to agree to, but it does sound interesting in way you're unable to comprehend.
"fine." you say firmly.
"get on me then."
you stand there for a second, re-thinking your decision. where on earth does one even come up with this idea? satoru walks back to sit on the edge of the bed. your eyes voluntarily drift down to his cock, hard against his stomach with the tip glistening. he carries on fisting himself while looking up at you with a little smirk. your pride is screaming at you to leave and not give him what he wants, but of course, the demon inside you is ovulating and very curious.
you huff out a breath and approach him, climbing on his thighs to straddle him. you're stubborn as ever, so you don't touch him more than you have to. your knees sink into the bed on either side of his thighs. once you're properly on him, he reaches out for your panties to help you get them off. his little touch is enough to have you aching for more of it, and that pisses you even more because you don't feel like being a sucker for him tonight.
"don't" you snap, slapping his hands away. "i don't want you looking at me, i don't want you touching me. let's just do this stupid thing."
his eyebrows shoot up, surprise and maybe a little bit shock evident on his face. "yes, ma'am." he murmurs.
he tilts his head back immediately, looking at the ceiling like it's the most fascinating thing to exist – which of course, it isn't. you are. you're undoubtedly the most fascinating thing satoru could lay his eyes on. but now, he has to make believe that the ceiling is interesting since you're forbidden him from looking at you. his drops his hands on the mattress, fingers fisting into the sheets.
you sit up a little to get your panty off, and it sticks to your core, showing you how pathetically soaked you are already. you feel your arousal dripping down the inside of your thigh, landing on satoru, just above his knee. his throat bobs hard and his jaw clenches tightly. he moves a bit so the tip of his cock brushes against your inner thigh leaving a small smear of pre-cum.
you glance down and he's painfully hard, his veins standing out today. your mouth goes dry. you're annoyed that your first instinct is to hold him in your hands and tease him before giving him the sloppiest head. instead, you sit back on his thighs, keeping some space between your core and his cock. his eyes are still glued to the ceiling, lips slightly parted as he breathes slowly, trying to remain neutral.
you slide one hand down your stomach, going down to your clit. satoru quickly glances at what you're doing and his breath hitches when he sees your fingers rubbing yourself slowly. you're drenched enough that when you circle your clit, the sound is very audible to him. you let out a little moan as your fingers move through your folds, you're very sensitive so your touches feel so good. satoru's hips involuntarily jerk and he lets out a low, frustrated groan.
"fuck," he whispers softly, squeezing his eyes shut.
you slip a finger into yourself, pumping inside slowly. the wet and filthy sounds fill the room, tormenting satoru. you add another finger inside, imagining that it's him. though your fingers are absolutely nowhere near as pleasant as satoru feels. he finally brings his head forward to watch you finger-fucking yourself. he makes a noise that makes you clench around your fingers. he drops his head back down on the mattress, letting out a shaky breath.
even though you're enjoying the pleasure you're giving yourself, you pull your wet fingers out and bring them up between you. without a word, you press them to his lips. he doesn't hesitate; he opens his mouth so you can insert your fingers inside for him to lick them with a satisfied groan. he licks them clean while finally staring into your eyes, sucking harder on your two digits.
when he finally lets your fingers go with a soft pop, he hoarsely speaks, "fucking hell, you're so soaked."
you don't answer him, you move forward, rising on your knees until you're hovering over him. he gets the hint and wraps a hand around his cock, holding it steady for you. you lower yourself onto him torturously slow, coating him with your arousal. he hisses, head falling back again. you finally sink down, and the stretch is perfect. your breath catches in your throat, and you moan out shakily as satoru groans loudly.
"f-fuck," he breathes out. "so warm and perfect."
once you're all the way down, neither of you move for a while. he's buried so deep inside you, pulsing while you clench around him. your hands find his shoulders for balance, nails digging into his skin – it stings a little, but satoru loves the feeling. his eyes are locked on your face now, gauging your reaction to this, taking note of the pleasure you're unable to hide, and the way you're clearly displeased with just sitting on him.
you're his girl, he knows you through and through. you're always in the mood to fuck him or to get fucked by him, he knows very well that you're eager for some action. but of course, you're way more stubborn so you both end up sitting still, staring at each other.
the atmosphere between both of you is very tense. considering the fact that you're both still quite pissed off at each other. you're both still frozen in place, bodies intimately joined together but refusing to move. his cock throbs deep inside you and every time you clench around him, you both let out frustrated noises, putting much effort into staying still.
satoru leans back on his elbows so he can get a good look at you. the movement causes his hips to move a bit, making his cock shift inside you, nudging a spot that has your toes curling. you whimper softly, nails digging harder into his shoulders.
"don't move."
he grunts lowly. "trying not to, baby. fuck, this was a stupid fucking idea."
his eyes are dark and glassy, fixed on you in a way that makes you feel very intimidated. you can feel the way he's obviously holding back, see the way his abs flex and the way his thighs tense under you and the way he's trying to remain perfectly still. you lean forward, trying to steady yourself on him and the movement causes him to drag along in your walls.
"shit," he curses. "you're dripping down my balls, y/n. tell me the truth, does fighting with me get you this wet?"
he asks huskily with some teasing in his voice, and maybe even some triumph as if he's just found out something dirty about you. your cheeks burn, but you won't let him win that easily. you lean in close, lips brushing against his.
"oh, please. look at you. you're hard as fuck. literally throbbing inside me like you're about to come from me just sitting on you. so don't act like you're not just as turned on by this."
he narrows his eyes at you, tongue in his cheek as he stares st you for a moment before speaking. "i'm a guy. you're naked, soaked and sitting on my dick. of course i'm hard."
he admits shamelessly, perhaps his excuse is valid, but you're still feeling the need to be bitchy. 'bullshit." you say.
your hips move the tiniest bit, enough to make both of you feel tingles, but not enough to count as moving. he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering.
"you were hard in the elevator. you were hard the second i started yelling at you in the car. admit it - you like it when i'm pissed at you."
he lets out a low laugh, elbows digging into the bed as he sits up a bit more. you both let out moans when the shift causes his hips to roll again.
"fine," he rasps. "yeah, i like it. i like when you get all fired up and talk back to me. turns me the fuck on. happy?"
you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your body responded to his confession by clenching hard around him. his eyes darken and a groan slips out of him.
"but that doesn't mean i'm gonna apologise first," he adds quickly, matching your stubbornness. "you're the one who started going off about me being a few minutes late."
"those few minutes felt like hours when i was freezing my ass off waiting for you- " you abruptly stop because he purposely flexes inside you, making your thighs tremble.
"satoru," you warn but it comes out needy and desperate.
he smirks at you. "what? i didn't move, did i?"
"you're so damn infuriating."
"really?" he licks his bottom lip when his eyes drop to where you're both joined, before looking back up at your face. "come on, baby. move. i know you wanna ride me. i can feel how bad you want it."
yes, you absolutely do want it. you want to slam down on him and ride him hard. your pussy is throbbing, swollen and desperate. but you're not about to break first.
"no. you move, you apologise."
he groans again, closing his eyes shut as if he's praying for strength. when he looks at you again, his eyes are dark.
"you're pure fucking evil." he mutters.
his hands twitch at his sides and he has to fist them to prevent himself from grabbing your hips and fucking into you.
minutes pass by, both of you are breathing hard while staring at each other, trembling with the effort of not giving in. your hands ended up on his hard chest, feeling his heartbeat. satoru's hands hovered uncertainly for a long time, but eventually they settled on your hips, caressing with his thumbs. you're trying not to clench around him, but every time you do, his eyes flutter and his fingers tighten on you.
you bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying hard to stifle the little whimpers trying to escape you. the still feeling of him is so overwhelming, it's making you insane, every time his cock pulses inside you has the demon inside you wanting to move.
satoru's jaw clenches so tight you can see the veins standing out on his neck, and the sweat dripping down his forehead despite the cool weather. satoru looks completely ruined, and the sight of him like this would have you feeling so victorious if you weren't feeling just as tortured as him.
finally your pride cracks and you plead with him. "move," you whisper. you didn't mean to say it out loud, it just slipped out.
for a moment you think he might put you out your misery and fuck you, but he doesn't.
"no," he says roughly. "you move and apologise first."
you laugh, but it's frustrated and annoyed. "you know you want this, satoru. even more than i do."
"says the girl who's shaking on my dick." he shoots back. "you want this more than me, angel."
to prove that he's right, your body betrays you by tightly clenching around him again as if you're trying to pull him deeper inside you.
"y/n, stop fucking doing that-"
when you look at him, you notice that his eyes are almost wet, like he's on the verge of losing it. seeing him like this – satoru, who's always so controlled and usually dominant – almost knocks the air out of you. you're so wet, it's embarrassing, arousal coating his cock, dripping down onto his skin.
you lean forward so your forehead touches his and lips brush against his as you speak . "this is killing you, isn't it?"
he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing. "you have no idea."
"i do," you admit. "because it's killing me too."
his hands slide up your sides, caressing your skin and stopping under your breasts. you bite your lip harder, feeling the urge to roll your hips and please both of you.
after a long while, both of you still refuse to give into each other. you just stay there frustrated in place.
"i don't get it, y/n." he mutters, eyes searching yours. "why are you so fucking stubborn? i didn't do anything wrong. i was late one time. traffic was shit, i apologised in the parking lot. why can't you just say sorry and let this go?"
he raises his voice, startling you since he never ever does that. you get the urge to cry. your shoulders drop, and the fight suddenly drains out of you. your eyes start to sting and blink a few times, trying to keep it together. but your tears fall anyways. satoru's expression breaks, his anger and frustration are replaced by deep concern and regret.
"baby-?"
you shake your head, voice wobbly when you speak. "today was awful." you whisper. "everything went wrong. my boss made me look stupid in front of the whole team... i don't even want to talk about it. and then i waited out in the cold forever, and i just... i didn't mean to take it all out on you. i've been so stressed, satoru. i'm tired. i'm sorry."
You did not want to mention your boss and the hardships you faced at work to satoru, knowing that he'd lose his shit. but today had been a lot, too much for you. thinking about what happened causes your tears to fall faster.
satoru sits up fully, his cock shifts in deeper and both of you want to moan at that, but now isn't the time. his hands go around you to pull you against his chest.
"hey, hey, no-don't cry. shit, i'm sorry." his voice is soft and guilty. "i didn't know it was that bad. i should've asked and listened instead of getting defensive."
he cups your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, but more keeps coming. he leans in and kisses them away, kissing all the way down to your jaw.
"i'm sorry, baby," he murmurs against your skin. "sorry for being later. for raising my voice just now. for not seeing that you weren't okay. i'm really fucking sorry."
he kisses you properly after his most sincere apology. his lips are soft and gentle against yours, tasting the salt from your tears. you sigh into his mouth, your hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer to deepen the kiss since you've been desperate for it. you start moving, rolling your hips and grinding down on him making you moan into each other's mouth.
"i'm sorry too," you whisper against his lips, as you lift up and sink back on him, taking him deeper. "i love you. i love you so much."
he groans, hands tightening on your waist to help guide you now as you start riding him faster now.
"fuck, i love you," he says, eyes locked into yours. they're dark and wild, making your breath hitch. "i love you, my stubborn, infuriating, perfect girl."
you laugh softly and he kisses you again, swallowing the sound. your hands are everywhere, holding his shoulders, caressing his abs and chest. his hands roam just as greedily as yours. one cups your breast, thumb playing with your nipple, the other grips your ass, fingers digging in as he helps you bounce on him.
you ride him for a long time. both of you let out loud, pleasant sounds, whispering filthy praises and apologies between kissing.
suddenly, he lifts you up and flips you over. you're on your back now, he holds your thighs firmly and makes you wrap your legs around his waist as he settles between them. he thrusts back inside you deeply, making your back arch off the bed.
"satoru-oh-God-"
he groans at your sweet sounds, his forehead dropping against yours.
"need to fuck you properly." he murmurs.
he starts moving faster and harder, the feeling of him has you seeing stars. he grips your thighs, bringing your leg higher around his waist and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it hard as he pulls you against him to match his thrusts.
you touch him everywhere – hands in his hair, nails raking down his back. his mouth is everywhere on you, sucking marks onto your skin, kissing your lips hungrily. he doesn't stop fucking you perfectly. every time he pulls out and slams back in has you moaning his name out loud.
after a while, you release first, practically screaming against his shoulder. he follows a few seconds later, thrusting into you sloppily now before burying himself deep inside you and staying there while filling you up.
he half collapses on you, though he's careful not to crush you. his forehead rests on yours as you both of you pant into each other's mouths. for a while neither of you move from that position. eventually he pulls out, you both groan at the feeling of how sensitive you both are. he rolls onto his back beside you, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you against him. you turn in his arms to place your head on his chest and throw your leg over his thigh. he holds you tightly, leaving kisses on your temple and the top of your head.
soon, you fall asleep in what you think of as your favourite and safest space – wrapped in satoru's embrace.
your boyfriend, satoru, wants you to sit still on his cock to see who breaks first.
pairing – bf!gojo x fem reader
in the confined space of the elevator, you stand with your arms tightly crossed over your chest, staring at the doors, refusing to look at him. satoru leans against the opposite wall, his one ankle over the other with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. his jaw is clenched and ticking every now and then. neither of you have spoken until you both left the car.
the argument you both had started off quite small, and stupid – highly unnecessary. you had a terrible day at work today, you don't even want to think about it. to make things even worse for you, satoru had decided to show up ten minutes later to pick you up. he apologised in the parking lot sincerely, but you were already too mad to listen to what he had to say.
you snapped at him. "if you can't be on time, just tell me so i can take the damn train."
his eyes narrowed at you, brows furrowing. "i'm here, aren't i? i always come get you. i don't know why you're acting like i left you stranded."
"oh my God, satoru. it's not just about that. i was out waiting in the cold like an idiot while you-"
"while i what? work my ass off all day too? fuck's sake, y/n, i'm not your chauffeur."
and yeah, that's what caused it. whatever negative feelings you've both been feeling in the week all surfaced. by the time he parked in the garage, your voices were raised and yelling at each other.
now in the elevator, the silence between you feels worse. you can feel him staring at the side of your face, and as much as you hate to admit it – it intimidates you.
when the doors finally open, you storm out first. satoru follows a step behind you with the house keys jingling in his hand. when you reach the door, you wait with your arms crossed refusing to turn around. he unlocks the door without a word, pushes it open and lets you walk in first. the second he locks the door; you turn around furiously to look at him.
"i actually don't think i'm done talking about this." you say while kicking off your uncomfortable work shoes. "you think just because you showed up eventually makes it okay? i'm exhausted, satoru. i always am, and the one thing i expect from you is that you're there when you say you'll be."
he basically throws the keys onto the counter, the unnecessarily loud sound it makes emphasises his own anger.
"and as i told you, i got held up at work. it isn't like i was out drinking with my friends. i was working. you know, that thing we both do to pay for the apartment you're currently yelling in for no good reason?"
you laugh bitterly, reaching behind to unzip your skirt, "oh, what the hell are you trying to say, huh? you think i don't work just as hard as you do? well i do, and i would never do something like this to you."
you pull your skirt down your legs until it pools at your feet. you step out of it, so you're left in just your blouse and underwear. satoru's gaze wanders over your figure and his eyes darken. you see the way his tongue licks across his bottom lip, and it pisses you off more because he's clearly not interested in what you said since he's checking you out.
"why the hell are you looking at me like that?" the disapproval is clear in your voice.
he takes a step closer, shrugging off his jacket and carelessly letting it fall on the floor. "like what?"
"like you wanna fuck me instead of talking about this."
he huffs out a low laugh. "can't help it. you're sexy as hell when you're mad."
you roll your eyes and turn towards the bathroom to get away from him, unbuttoning your blouse as you go. he's right behind you, and when he catches up with you, you feel the hardest, most possessive smack on your ass. you gasp and spin around, hand flying to your ass cheek that now stings deliciously,
"satoru!"
he doesn't even look sorry, he just stares down at you with dark, heavy eyes with a smirk on his face. "i can't even lie. i wanna fuck you," he says with genuine honesty in his deep voice. "been thinking about it since you started raising your voice in the car."
your face heats up at that, and your body traitorously feels aroused too, despite how angry you still are.
"no," you say firmly. "not happening until you apologise properly ."
he scoffs and runs a hand through his hair. "you want to apologise for something that isn't my fault, something i already apologised for anyways? fine. i'm really sorry y/n. now come here."
"that's not a proper apology, you're being cynical." you turn again, walking into the bedroom, opening the last buttons of your blouse. once it's fully unbuttoned, you take it off so you're left in your bra and panty. even though it's freezing cool, you purposely take ages so satoru can see you like this and wish.
you hear his footsteps behind you again, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you back against his chest before you can move away. he's warm and you feel his erection pressing against your ass. he dips his head down, so his lips brush your ear.
"i want to fuck you." he murmurs again needily. one of his hands slides up your stomach to graze the side of your breast. "wanna bury myself inside you and make you forget why you're mad."
you shiver, hating how good that sounds, hating how much easily he gets you weak for him.
"no," you say, and it comes out embarrassingly weak. you turn in his arms and push at his hard chest. "not until you actually mean that you're sorry,"
his eyes search yours, frustration is evident in his eyes, but of course the hunger is more noticeable. he lets out a slow exhale, looks as if he's contemplating something, then he gives you a little smirk.
"okay," he says calmly. "let's make a deal, hmm?"
you narrow your eyes, growing suspicious. "what kind of deal?"
he steps back and starts unbuckling his belt. your throat goes dry as he opens a button before unzipping it.
"cock-warming. you sit on my dick," he says, eyes locked in yours. "just sit. no moving or anything. we stay like that until one of us can't take it anymore. whoever thrusts, grinds or anything too physical has to apologise. properly."
your breath hitches and you feel some wetness at your core at the thought of his filthy ultimatum and the challenge in his voice.
"you've lost it. why would i do something so demented?"
he pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs enough to free his cock. it's so hard and lengthy, it's got you mentally salivating. he holds it in his hand, giving himself a few strokes, and damn you're jealous that you're not the one doing it for him.
"scared you'll lose, baby?"
you swallow hard, you're stubborn but then again there's an ache between your thighs wishing to be satisfied. this is probably the dumbest deal you're about to agree to, but it does sound interesting in way you're unable to comprehend.
"fine." you say firmly.
"get on me then."
you stand there for a second, re-thinking your decision. where on earth does one even come up with this idea? satoru walks back to sit on the edge of the bed. your eyes voluntarily drift down to his cock, hard against his stomach with the tip glistening. he carries on fisting himself while looking up at you with a little smirk. your pride is screaming at you to leave and not give him what he wants, but of course, the demon inside you is ovulating and very curious.
you huff out a breath and approach him, climbing on his thighs to straddle him. you're stubborn as ever, so you don't touch him more than you have to. your knees sink into the bed on either side of his thighs. once you're properly on him, he reaches out for your panties to help you get them off. his little touch is enough to have you aching for more of it, and that pisses you even more because you don't feel like being a sucker for him tonight.
"don't" you snap, slapping his hands away. "i don't want you looking at me, i don't want you touching me. let's just do this stupid thing."
his eyebrows shoot up, surprise and maybe a little bit shock evident on his face. "yes, ma'am." he murmurs.
he tilts his head back immediately, looking at the ceiling like it's the most fascinating thing to exist – which of course, it isn't. you are. you're undoubtedly the most fascinating thing satoru could lay his eyes on. but now, he has to make believe that the ceiling is interesting since you're forbidden him from looking at you. his drops his hands on the mattress, fingers fisting into the sheets.
you sit up a little to get your panty off, and it sticks to your core, showing you how pathetically soaked you are already. you feel your arousal dripping down the inside of your thigh, landing on satoru, just above his knee. his throat bobs hard and his jaw clenches tightly. he moves a bit so the tip of his cock brushes against your inner thigh leaving a small smear of pre-cum.
you glance down and he's painfully hard, his veins standing out today. your mouth goes dry. you're annoyed that your first instinct is to hold him in your hands and tease him before giving him the sloppiest head. instead, you sit back on his thighs, keeping some space between your core and his cock. his eyes are still glued to the ceiling, lips slightly parted as he breathes slowly, trying to remain neutral.
you slide one hand down your stomach, going down to your clit. satoru quickly glances at what you're doing and his breath hitches when he sees your fingers rubbing yourself slowly. you're drenched enough that when you circle your clit, the sound is very audible to him. you let out a little moan as your fingers move through your folds, you're very sensitive so your touches feel so good. satoru's hips involuntarily jerk and he lets out a low, frustrated groan.
"fuck," he whispers softly, squeezing his eyes shut.
you slip a finger into yourself, pumping inside slowly. the wet and filthy sounds fill the room, tormenting satoru. you add another finger inside, imagining that it's him. though your fingers are absolutely nowhere near as pleasant as satoru feels. he finally brings his head forward to watch you finger-fucking yourself. he makes a noise that makes you clench around your fingers. he drops his head back down on the mattress, letting out a shaky breath.
even though you're enjoying the pleasure you're giving yourself, you pull your wet fingers out and bring them up between you. without a word, you press them to his lips. he doesn't hesitate; he opens his mouth so you can insert your fingers inside for him to lick them with a satisfied groan. he licks them clean while finally staring into your eyes, sucking harder on your two digits.
when he finally lets your fingers go with a soft pop, he hoarsely speaks, "fucking hell, you're so soaked."
you don't answer him, you move forward, rising on your knees until you're hovering over him. he gets the hint and wraps a hand around his cock, holding it steady for you. you lower yourself onto him torturously slow, coating him with your arousal. he hisses, head falling back again. you finally sink down, and the stretch is perfect. your breath catches in your throat, and you moan out shakily as satoru groans loudly.
"f-fuck," he breathes out. "so warm and perfect."
once you're all the way down, neither of you move for a while. he's buried so deep inside you, pulsing while you clench around him. your hands find his shoulders for balance, nails digging into his skin – it stings a little, but satoru loves the feeling. his eyes are locked on your face now, gauging your reaction to this, taking note of the pleasure you're unable to hide, and the way you're clearly displeased with just sitting on him.
you're his girl, he knows you through and through. you're always in the mood to fuck him or to get fucked by him, he knows very well that you're eager for some action. but of course, you're way more stubborn so you both end up sitting still, staring at each other.
the atmosphere between both of you is very tense. considering the fact that you're both still quite pissed off at each other. you're both still frozen in place, bodies intimately joined together but refusing to move. his cock throbs deep inside you and every time you clench around him, you both let out frustrated noises, putting much effort into staying still.
satoru leans back on his elbows so he can get a good look at you. the movement causes his hips to move a bit, making his cock shift inside you, nudging a spot that has your toes curling. you whimper softly, nails digging harder into his shoulders.
"don't move."
he grunts lowly. "trying not to, baby. fuck, this was a stupid fucking idea."
his eyes are dark and glassy, fixed on you in a way that makes you feel very intimidated. you can feel the way he's obviously holding back, see the way his abs flex and the way his thighs tense under you and the way he's trying to remain perfectly still. you lean forward, trying to steady yourself on him and the movement causes him to drag along in your walls.
"shit," he curses. "you're dripping down my balls, y/n. tell me the truth, does fighting with me get you this wet?"
he asks huskily with some teasing in his voice, and maybe even some triumph as if he's just found out something dirty about you. your cheeks burn, but you won't let him win that easily. you lean in close, lips brushing against his.
"oh, please. look at you. you're hard as fuck. literally throbbing inside me like you're about to come from me just sitting on you. so don't act like you're not just as turned on by this."
he narrows his eyes at you, tongue in his cheek as he stares st you for a moment before speaking. "i'm a guy. you're naked, soaked and sitting on my dick. of course i'm hard."
he admits shamelessly, perhaps his excuse is valid, but you're still feeling the need to be bitchy. 'bullshit." you say.
your hips move the tiniest bit, enough to make both of you feel tingles, but not enough to count as moving. he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering.
"you were hard in the elevator. you were hard the second i started yelling at you in the car. admit it - you like it when i'm pissed at you."
he lets out a low laugh, elbows digging into the bed as he sits up a bit more. you both let out moans when the shift causes his hips to roll again.
"fine," he rasps. "yeah, i like it. i like when you get all fired up and talk back to me. turns me the fuck on. happy?"
you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your body responded to his confession by clenching hard around him. his eyes darken and a groan slips out of him.
"but that doesn't mean i'm gonna apologise first," he adds quickly, matching your stubbornness. "you're the one who started going off about me being a few minutes late."
"those few minutes felt like hours when i was freezing my ass off waiting for you- " you abruptly stop because he purposely flexes inside you, making your thighs tremble.
"satoru," you warn but it comes out needy and desperate.
he smirks at you. "what? i didn't move, did i?"
"you're so damn infuriating."
"really?" he licks his bottom lip when his eyes drop to where you're both joined, before looking back up at your face. "come on, baby. move. i know you wanna ride me. i can feel how bad you want it."
yes, you absolutely do want it. you want to slam down on him and ride him hard. your pussy is throbbing, swollen and desperate. but you're not about to break first.
"no. you move, you apologise."
he groans again, closing his eyes shut as if he's praying for strength. when he looks at you again, his eyes are dark.
"you're pure fucking evil." he mutters.
his hands twitch at his sides and he has to fist them to prevent himself from grabbing your hips and fucking into you.
minutes pass by, both of you are breathing hard while staring at each other, trembling with the effort of not giving in. your hands ended up on his hard chest, feeling his heartbeat. satoru's hands hovered uncertainly for a long time, but eventually they settled on your hips, caressing with his thumbs. you're trying not to clench around him, but every time you do, his eyes flutter and his fingers tighten on you.
you bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying hard to stifle the little whimpers trying to escape you. the still feeling of him is so overwhelming, it's making you insane, every time his cock pulses inside you has the demon inside you wanting to move.
satoru's jaw clenches so tight you can see the veins standing out on his neck, and the sweat dripping down his forehead despite the cool weather. satoru looks completely ruined, and the sight of him like this would have you feeling so victorious if you weren't feeling just as tortured as him.
finally your pride cracks and you plead with him. "move," you whisper. you didn't mean to say it out loud, it just slipped out.
for a moment you think he might put you out your misery and fuck you, but he doesn't.
"no," he says roughly. "you move and apologise first."
you laugh, but it's frustrated and annoyed. "you know you want this, satoru. even more than i do."
"says the girl who's shaking on my dick." he shoots back. "you want this more than me, angel."
to prove that he's right, your body betrays you by tightly clenching around him again as if you're trying to pull him deeper inside you.
"y/n, stop fucking doing that-"
when you look at him, you notice that his eyes are almost wet, like he's on the verge of losing it. seeing him like this – satoru, who's always so controlled and usually dominant – almost knocks the air out of you. you're so wet, it's embarrassing, arousal coating his cock, dripping down onto his skin.
you lean forward so your forehead touches his and lips brush against his as you speak . "this is killing you, isn't it?"
he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing. "you have no idea."
"i do," you admit. "because it's killing me too."
his hands slide up your sides, caressing your skin and stopping under your breasts. you bite your lip harder, feeling the urge to roll your hips and please both of you.
after a long while, both of you still refuse to give into each other. you just stay there frustrated in place.
"i don't get it, y/n." he mutters, eyes searching yours. "why are you so fucking stubborn? i didn't do anything wrong. i was late one time. traffic was shit, i apologised in the parking lot. why can't you just say sorry and let this go?"
he raises his voice, startling you since he never ever does that. you get the urge to cry. your shoulders drop, and the fight suddenly drains out of you. your eyes start to sting and blink a few times, trying to keep it together. but your tears fall anyways. satoru's expression breaks, his anger and frustration are replaced by deep concern and regret.
"baby-?"
you shake your head, voice wobbly when you speak. "today was awful." you whisper. "everything went wrong. my boss made me look stupid in front of the whole team... i don't even want to talk about it. and then i waited out in the cold forever, and i just... i didn't mean to take it all out on you. i've been so stressed, satoru. i'm tired. i'm sorry."
You did not want to mention your boss and the hardships you faced at work to satoru, knowing that he'd lose his shit. but today had been a lot, too much for you. thinking about what happened causes your tears to fall faster.
satoru sits up fully, his cock shifts in deeper and both of you want to moan at that, but now isn't the time. his hands go around you to pull you against his chest.
"hey, hey, no-don't cry. shit, i'm sorry." his voice is soft and guilty. "i didn't know it was that bad. i should've asked and listened instead of getting defensive."
he cups your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, but more keeps coming. he leans in and kisses them away, kissing all the way down to your jaw.
"i'm sorry, baby," he murmurs against your skin. "sorry for being later. for raising my voice just now. for not seeing that you weren't okay. i'm really fucking sorry."
he kisses you properly after his most sincere apology. his lips are soft and gentle against yours, tasting the salt from your tears. you sigh into his mouth, your hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer to deepen the kiss since you've been desperate for it. you start moving, rolling your hips and grinding down on him making you moan into each other's mouth.
"i'm sorry too," you whisper against his lips, as you lift up and sink back on him, taking him deeper. "i love you. i love you so much."
he groans, hands tightening on your waist to help guide you now as you start riding him faster now.
"fuck, i love you," he says, eyes locked into yours. they're dark and wild, making your breath hitch. "i love you, my stubborn, infuriating, perfect girl."
you laugh softly and he kisses you again, swallowing the sound. your hands are everywhere, holding his shoulders, caressing his abs and chest. his hands roam just as greedily as yours. one cups your breast, thumb playing with your nipple, the other grips your ass, fingers digging in as he helps you bounce on him.
you ride him for a long time. both of you let out loud, pleasant sounds, whispering filthy praises and apologies between kissing.
suddenly, he lifts you up and flips you over. you're on your back now, he holds your thighs firmly and makes you wrap your legs around his waist as he settles between them. he thrusts back inside you deeply, making your back arch off the bed.
"satoru-oh-God-"
he groans at your sweet sounds, his forehead dropping against yours.
"need to fuck you properly." he murmurs.
he starts moving faster and harder, the feeling of him has you seeing stars. he grips your thighs, bringing your leg higher around his waist and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it hard as he pulls you against him to match his thrusts.
you touch him everywhere – hands in his hair, nails raking down his back. his mouth is everywhere on you, sucking marks onto your skin, kissing your lips hungrily. he doesn't stop fucking you perfectly. every time he pulls out and slams back in has you moaning his name out loud.
after a while, you release first, practically screaming against his shoulder. he follows a few seconds later, thrusting into you sloppily now before burying himself deep inside you and staying there while filling you up.
he half collapses on you, though he's careful not to crush you. his forehead rests on yours as you both of you pant into each other's mouths. for a while neither of you move from that position. eventually he pulls out, you both groan at the feeling of how sensitive you both are. he rolls onto his back beside you, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you against him. you turn in his arms to place your head on his chest and throw your leg over his thigh. he holds you tightly, leaving kisses on your temple and the top of your head.
soon, you fall asleep in what you think of as your favourite and safest space – wrapped in satoru's embrace.
distracting your boyfriend while he's gaming because you're horny. {18+ mdni}
gamer bf gojo x clingy gf fem reader.
Satoru's monitors glow and his large screen show a brutal fight with a boss in the virtual world. His headset is set tightly over his ear, and his mic is close to his mouth to bark orders and occasional curses at his squad.
"Yo, Yuji, left flank – LEFT. Fuck, let me heal, I'm gonna die!"
His fingers fly against the joystick of his controller and he meshes the other playing buttons. The lights flick in time with the gunfire on-screen.
His gaming chair (that probably costs more than some people's rent) creaks under his weight every time he leans forward. He hasn't looked away from the screen in a very long time.
You've tried to get him off the game and back to you, but it hasn't worked. You've texted him from the bedroom –' babe I miss you.'– sent a selfie in your silky shorts and tank top, knowing it would drive him insane, you added a caption to the selfie "come to bed."
Though, you got nothing but a heart eyes emoji and a "five more mins, swear." It feels like it's been hours since then.
Now you're done waiting. You make your way toward his gaming room, hoping to be able to provoke him since you're not wearing a bra or panty. Just your pink tank top, where your perky nipples are visible due to the air-con on high blast and those silky shorts that keep riding up.
Satoru doesn't look up when the door clicks shut behind you. His eyes remain locked on the screen, his jaw is clenched in a way that makes you want to bite on it.
"Loot the ammo – NOW –fuck, yes. Keep the debuff off me."
You step into his peripheral vision, standing close enough to him that your knee is against his thigh. He registers you – his eyes sweep down your body, lingering on the way your top clings to your breasts and your shorts ridden up to flash the side of your ass. His tongue wets the corner of his mouth, but the game attracts him back.
"Baby," he mutters, his voice soft. "Five minutes. The boss is at twenty percent."
You don't say anything to that, instead you slide one knee over his lap, then the other, straddling him in his game chair. The shorts ride up even more, making your bare pussy brush his sweats.
He's already half-hard. Of course he is. The feeling of him thickening under you makes your breath catch. Satoru's left hand leaves the keyboard for a second to settle on your hip. His thumb caresses the skin above your waistband, but then it's back on his controller.
"Megumi, don't stand in the fire, I swear to God–"
You circle your hips slowly, grinding down on his cock pressed right against your clit. A soft, involuntary sound leaves your throat, making his jaw flex.
"Y/N," he warns. "Not now."
But his hips lift a little to chase the feeling of you. You smirk and do it again.
His friends scream in his ear. "Satoru, where's the machete?" "I'm dead, I'm fucking dead–"
But you see that he's lost a lot of his focus. His eyes flick to you, then back to the screen. You reach between your bodies and your fingers slip in his pants and boxers.
He's warm and already leaking at the tip. You wrap your hand around him to pump a few times, swiping your thumb over his tip to spread the precum and his breath audibly hitches.
"Gojo, you good?"
Yuji's voice buzzes through the headset.
"Yeah," he manages, his voice rough. "Just lagging."
You almost laugh. Just lagging. Sure...
You tug his pants and boxers down to free him and his cock slaps against his stomach, it's flushed and gorgeous.
You rise on your knees, guiding him to your entrance, letting the tip nudge your folds. His hand shoots to your thigh, digging into it... But his eyes are still on the screen, knuckles whitening on the controller.
"Ten percent," he grits out. "Ten fucking percent, just–"
You sink down and the stretch is a little bit sore but still amazing. A low, broken moan escapes you both. His head falls back against the chair, throat exposed and Adam's apple bobbing.
"Fuck," he whispers quietly so only you can hear. Then he straightens, squaring his shoulders.
"Kento, snipe from the building –yes... Like that–"
You start to move slowly. You take him deep and grind your clit against him. The chair creaks under you. His hand finds your ass again, squeezing it hard and guiding your movements without leaving the controller completely. His right hand doesn't stop assaulting the buttons. You lean forward so your lips are near his ear, whining into it.
"You're ignoring me."
"Am not." he pants, eyes locked on the opposition's health bar. "Just – Fuck – uh, multitasking."
You deliberately clench around him and his hips jerk up into you. A strangled groan is caught in his throat.
"Satoru?" Shoko's voice sounds. "Are you jerking off or something?"
"The fuck? No." Something even better. Much better.
You ride him harder, thighs burning as he throbs inside you. You can feel him fighting. He's trying to keep his hands on the game steady, but he can't. His cock is pulsing so hard inside you.
You reach up, tugging his headset mic away from his mouth. His eyes snap to yours, wide and warning.
"Don't." he mouths.
You smile mischievously and lick up his neck. You let your head fall back and moan loudly – it's probably loud enough for the mic to catch and for his friends as well...
Satoru yanks the headset off roughly, slamming the mute button. The room goes silent – well, except for the wet sounds of your bodies, your breath and his.
"You little–"
You slam your hips down again to cut him off. He grips your waist, lifting you up before slamming you back down a good few times. The chair rolls back and the wheels squeak.
"Want them to hear how good you fuck me?" you whisper, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Want them to know why you're missing the kill shot?"
His answer is a groan, he puts down the controller, pulls out, and turns you around so your back is facing him. One hand is on your back, bending you forward until your cheek presses against the desk.
The new angle is even better. He thrusts up into you hard. The tip of his cock hits deeper spots inside you. Your tits spill out of the tank top, nipples brushing across the desk as he slams into you.
You bite your lip, not trying to be too vocal but it's impossible. He's in too deep, too perfect. You cry out but he claps a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound.
"Come," he rasps into your ear. "Come on me while I finish this raid. Quietly, baby."
He picks up the controller to finish his game while you release on him, your pussy clenches so hard. He groans into your shoulder and his teeth sink in. Your thighs shake and your toes curl against the chair's footrest.
He follows a second later, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you with a curse. His hand moves from your mouth to grip your throat possessively, holding you against him as he fills you.
The opposition's health bar hits zero. The victory badge shows on the screen, along with Victory music. Satoru's forehead drops to your back, both of you trembling.
"GG," Yuji's voice comes through from the discarded headset. "Toru, you alive?"
He reaches over, still buried inside you and to pick up the headset and talk.
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distracting your boyfriend while he's gaming because you're horny. {18+ mdni}
gamer bf gojo x clingy gf fem reader.
Satoru's monitors glow and his large screen show a brutal fight with a boss in the virtual world. His headset is set tightly over his ear, and his mic is close to his mouth to bark orders and occasional curses at his squad.
"Yo, Yuji, left flank – LEFT. Fuck, let me heal, I'm gonna die!"
His fingers fly against the joystick of his controller and he meshes the other playing buttons. The lights flick in time with the gunfire on-screen.
His gaming chair (that probably costs more than some people's rent) creaks under his weight every time he leans forward. He hasn't looked away from the screen in a very long time.
You've tried to get him off the game and back to you, but it hasn't worked. You've texted him from the bedroom –' babe I miss you.'– sent a selfie in your silky shorts and tank top, knowing it would drive him insane, you added a caption to the selfie "come to bed."
Though, you got nothing but a heart eyes emoji and a "five more mins, swear." It feels like it's been hours since then.
Now you're done waiting. You make your way toward his gaming room, hoping to be able to provoke him since you're not wearing a bra or panty. Just your pink tank top, where your perky nipples are visible due to the air-con on high blast and those silky shorts that keep riding up.
Satoru doesn't look up when the door clicks shut behind you. His eyes remain locked on the screen, his jaw is clenched in a way that makes you want to bite on it.
"Loot the ammo – NOW –fuck, yes. Keep the debuff off me."
You step into his peripheral vision, standing close enough to him that your knee is against his thigh. He registers you – his eyes sweep down your body, lingering on the way your top clings to your breasts and your shorts ridden up to flash the side of your ass. His tongue wets the corner of his mouth, but the game attracts him back.
"Baby," he mutters, his voice soft. "Five minutes. The boss is at twenty percent."
You don't say anything to that, instead you slide one knee over his lap, then the other, straddling him in his game chair. The shorts ride up even more, making your bare pussy brush his sweats.
He's already half-hard. Of course he is. The feeling of him thickening under you makes your breath catch. Satoru's left hand leaves the keyboard for a second to settle on your hip. His thumb caresses the skin above your waistband, but then it's back on his controller.
"Megumi, don't stand in the fire, I swear to God–"
You circle your hips slowly, grinding down on his cock pressed right against your clit. A soft, involuntary sound leaves your throat, making his jaw flex.
"Y/N," he warns. "Not now."
But his hips lift a little to chase the feeling of you. You smirk and do it again.
His friends scream in his ear. "Satoru, where's the machete?" "I'm dead, I'm fucking dead–"
But you see that he's lost a lot of his focus. His eyes flick to you, then back to the screen. You reach between your bodies and your fingers slip in his pants and boxers.
He's warm and already leaking at the tip. You wrap your hand around him to pump a few times, swiping your thumb over his tip to spread the precum and his breath audibly hitches.
"Gojo, you good?"
Yuji's voice buzzes through the headset.
"Yeah," he manages, his voice rough. "Just lagging."
You almost laugh. Just lagging. Sure...
You tug his pants and boxers down to free him and his cock slaps against his stomach, it's flushed and gorgeous.
You rise on your knees, guiding him to your entrance, letting the tip nudge your folds. His hand shoots to your thigh, digging into it... But his eyes are still on the screen, knuckles whitening on the controller.
"Ten percent," he grits out. "Ten fucking percent, just–"
You sink down and the stretch is a little bit sore but still amazing. A low, broken moan escapes you both. His head falls back against the chair, throat exposed and Adam's apple bobbing.
"Fuck," he whispers quietly so only you can hear. Then he straightens, squaring his shoulders.
"Kento, snipe from the building –yes... Like that–"
You start to move slowly. You take him deep and grind your clit against him. The chair creaks under you. His hand finds your ass again, squeezing it hard and guiding your movements without leaving the controller completely. His right hand doesn't stop assaulting the buttons. You lean forward so your lips are near his ear, whining into it.
"You're ignoring me."
"Am not." he pants, eyes locked on the opposition's health bar. "Just – Fuck – uh, multitasking."
You deliberately clench around him and his hips jerk up into you. A strangled groan is caught in his throat.
"Satoru?" Shoko's voice sounds. "Are you jerking off or something?"
"The fuck? No." Something even better. Much better.
You ride him harder, thighs burning as he throbs inside you. You can feel him fighting. He's trying to keep his hands on the game steady, but he can't. His cock is pulsing so hard inside you.
You reach up, tugging his headset mic away from his mouth. His eyes snap to yours, wide and warning.
"Don't." he mouths.
You smile mischievously and lick up his neck. You let your head fall back and moan loudly – it's probably loud enough for the mic to catch and for his friends as well...
Satoru yanks the headset off roughly, slamming the mute button. The room goes silent – well, except for the wet sounds of your bodies, your breath and his.
"You little–"
You slam your hips down again to cut him off. He grips your waist, lifting you up before slamming you back down a good few times. The chair rolls back and the wheels squeak.
"Want them to hear how good you fuck me?" you whisper, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Want them to know why you're missing the kill shot?"
His answer is a groan, he puts down the controller, pulls out, and turns you around so your back is facing him. One hand is on your back, bending you forward until your cheek presses against the desk.
The new angle is even better. He thrusts up into you hard. The tip of his cock hits deeper spots inside you. Your tits spill out of the tank top, nipples brushing across the desk as he slams into you.
You bite your lip, not trying to be too vocal but it's impossible. He's in too deep, too perfect. You cry out but he claps a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound.
"Come," he rasps into your ear. "Come on me while I finish this raid. Quietly, baby."
He picks up the controller to finish his game while you release on him, your pussy clenches so hard. He groans into your shoulder and his teeth sink in. Your thighs shake and your toes curl against the chair's footrest.
He follows a second later, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you with a curse. His hand moves from your mouth to grip your throat possessively, holding you against him as he fills you.
The opposition's health bar hits zero. The victory badge shows on the screen, along with Victory music. Satoru's forehead drops to your back, both of you trembling.
"GG," Yuji's voice comes through from the discarded headset. "Toru, you alive?"
He reaches over, still buried inside you and to pick up the headset and talk.
distracting your boyfriend while he's gaming because you're horny. {18+ mdni}
gamer bf gojo x clingy gf fem reader.
Satoru's monitors glow and his large screen show a brutal fight with a boss in the virtual world. His headset is set tightly over his ear, and his mic is close to his mouth to bark orders and occasional curses at his squad.
"Yo, Yuji, left flank – LEFT. Fuck, let me heal, I'm gonna die!"
His fingers fly against the joystick of his controller and he meshes the other playing buttons. The lights flick in time with the gunfire on-screen.
His gaming chair (that probably costs more than some people's rent) creaks under his weight every time he leans forward. He hasn't looked away from the screen in a very long time.
You've tried to get him off the game and back to you, but it hasn't worked. You've texted him from the bedroom –' babe I miss you.'– sent a selfie in your silky shorts and tank top, knowing it would drive him insane, you added a caption to the selfie "come to bed."
Though, you got nothing but a heart eyes emoji and a "five more mins, swear." It feels like it's been hours since then.
Now you're done waiting. You make your way toward his gaming room, hoping to be able to provoke him since you're not wearing a bra or panty. Just your pink tank top, where your perky nipples are visible due to the air-con on high blast and those silky shorts that keep riding up.
Satoru doesn't look up when the door clicks shut behind you. His eyes remain locked on the screen, his jaw is clenched in a way that makes you want to bite on it.
"Loot the ammo – NOW –fuck, yes. Keep the debuff off me."
You step into his peripheral vision, standing close enough to him that your knee is against his thigh. He registers you – his eyes sweep down your body, lingering on the way your top clings to your breasts and your shorts ridden up to flash the side of your ass. His tongue wets the corner of his mouth, but the game attracts him back.
"Baby," he mutters, his voice soft. "Five minutes. The boss is at twenty percent."
You don't say anything to that, instead you slide one knee over his lap, then the other, straddling him in his game chair. The shorts ride up even more, making your bare pussy brush his sweats.
He's already half-hard. Of course he is. The feeling of him thickening under you makes your breath catch. Satoru's left hand leaves the keyboard for a second to settle on your hip. His thumb caresses the skin above your waistband, but then it's back on his controller.
"Megumi, don't stand in the fire, I swear to God–"
You circle your hips slowly, grinding down on his cock pressed right against your clit. A soft, involuntary sound leaves your throat, making his jaw flex.
"Y/N," he warns. "Not now."
But his hips lift a little to chase the feeling of you. You smirk and do it again.
His friends scream in his ear. "Satoru, where's the machete?" "I'm dead, I'm fucking dead–"
But you see that he's lost a lot of his focus. His eyes flick to you, then back to the screen. You reach between your bodies and your fingers slip in his pants and boxers.
He's warm and already leaking at the tip. You wrap your hand around him to pump a few times, swiping your thumb over his tip to spread the precum and his breath audibly hitches.
"Gojo, you good?"
Yuji's voice buzzes through the headset.
"Yeah," he manages, his voice rough. "Just lagging."
You almost laugh. Just lagging. Sure...
You tug his pants and boxers down to free him and his cock slaps against his stomach, it's flushed and gorgeous.
You rise on your knees, guiding him to your entrance, letting the tip nudge your folds. His hand shoots to your thigh, digging into it... But his eyes are still on the screen, knuckles whitening on the controller.
"Ten percent," he grits out. "Ten fucking percent, just–"
You sink down and the stretch is a little bit sore but still amazing. A low, broken moan escapes you both. His head falls back against the chair, throat exposed and Adam's apple bobbing.
"Fuck," he whispers quietly so only you can hear. Then he straightens, squaring his shoulders.
"Kento, snipe from the building –yes... Like that–"
You start to move slowly. You take him deep and grind your clit against him. The chair creaks under you. His hand finds your ass again, squeezing it hard and guiding your movements without leaving the controller completely. His right hand doesn't stop assaulting the buttons. You lean forward so your lips are near his ear, whining into it.
"You're ignoring me."
"Am not." he pants, eyes locked on the opposition's health bar. "Just – Fuck – uh, multitasking."
You deliberately clench around him and his hips jerk up into you. A strangled groan is caught in his throat.
"Satoru?" Shoko's voice sounds. "Are you jerking off or something?"
"The fuck? No." Something even better. Much better.
You ride him harder, thighs burning as he throbs inside you. You can feel him fighting. He's trying to keep his hands on the game steady, but he can't. His cock is pulsing so hard inside you.
You reach up, tugging his headset mic away from his mouth. His eyes snap to yours, wide and warning.
"Don't." he mouths.
You smile mischievously and lick up his neck. You let your head fall back and moan loudly – it's probably loud enough for the mic to catch and for his friends as well...
Satoru yanks the headset off roughly, slamming the mute button. The room goes silent – well, except for the wet sounds of your bodies, your breath and his.
"You little–"
You slam your hips down again to cut him off. He grips your waist, lifting you up before slamming you back down a good few times. The chair rolls back and the wheels squeak.
"Want them to hear how good you fuck me?" you whisper, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Want them to know why you're missing the kill shot?"
His answer is a groan, he puts down the controller, pulls out, and turns you around so your back is facing him. One hand is on your back, bending you forward until your cheek presses against the desk.
The new angle is even better. He thrusts up into you hard. The tip of his cock hits deeper spots inside you. Your tits spill out of the tank top, nipples brushing across the desk as he slams into you.
You bite your lip, not trying to be too vocal but it's impossible. He's in too deep, too perfect. You cry out but he claps a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound.
"Come," he rasps into your ear. "Come on me while I finish this raid. Quietly, baby."
He picks up the controller to finish his game while you release on him, your pussy clenches so hard. He groans into your shoulder and his teeth sink in. Your thighs shake and your toes curl against the chair's footrest.
He follows a second later, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you with a curse. His hand moves from your mouth to grip your throat possessively, holding you against him as he fills you.
The opposition's health bar hits zero. The victory badge shows on the screen, along with Victory music. Satoru's forehead drops to your back, both of you trembling.
"GG," Yuji's voice comes through from the discarded headset. "Toru, you alive?"
He reaches over, still buried inside you and to pick up the headset and talk.
warnings – explicit language and smuy (cock warming, oral sex, penetrative sex etc)
18+ mdni
in the confined space of the elevator, you stand with your arms tightly crossed over your chest, staring at the doors, refusing to look at him. satoru leans against the opposite wall, his one ankle over the other with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. his jaw is clenched and ticking every now and then. neither of you have spoken until you both left the car.
the argument you both had started off quite small, and stupid – highly unnecessary. you had a terrible day at work today, you don't even want to think about it. to make things even worse for you, satoru had decided to show up ten minutes later to pick you up. he apologised in the parking lot sincerely, but you were already too mad to listen to what he had to say.
you snapped at him. "if you can't be on time, just tell me so i can take the damn train."
his eyes narrowed at you, brows furrowing. "i'm here, aren't i? i always come get you. i don't know why you're acting like i left you stranded."
"oh my God, satoru. it's not just about that. i was out waiting in the cold like an idiot while you-"
"while i what? work my ass off all day too? fuck's sake, y/n, i'm not your chauffeur."
and yeah, that's what caused it. whatever negative feelings you've both been feeling in the week all surfaced. by the time he parked in the garage, your voices were raised and yelling at each other.
now in the elevator, the silence between you feels worse. you can feel him staring at the side of your face, and as much as you hate to admit it – it intimidates you.
when the doors finally open, you storm out first. satoru follows a step behind you with the house keys jingling in his hand. when you reach the door, you wait with your arms crossed refusing to turn around. he unlocks the door without a word, pushes it open and lets you walk in first. the second he locks the door; you turn around furiously to look at him.
"i actually don't think i'm done talking about this." you say while kicking off your uncomfortable work shoes. "you think just because you showed up eventually makes it okay? i'm exhausted, satoru. i always am, and the one thing i expect from you is that you're there when you say you'll be."
he basically throws the keys onto the counter, the unnecessarily loud sound it makes emphasises his own anger.
"and as i told you, i got held up at work. it isn't like i was out drinking with my friends. i was working. you know, that thing we both do to pay for the apartment you're currently yelling in for no good reason?"
you laugh bitterly, reaching behind to unzip your skirt, "oh, what the hell are you trying to say, huh? you think i don't work just as hard as you do? well i do, and i would never do something like this to you."
you pull your skirt down your legs until it pools at your feet. you step out of it, so you're left in just your blouse and underwear. satoru's gaze wanders over your figure and his eyes darken. you see the way his tongue licks across his bottom lip, and it pisses you off more because he's clearly not interested in what you said since he's checking you out.
"why the hell are you looking at me like that?" the disapproval is clear in your voice.
he takes a step closer, shrugging off his jacket and carelessly letting it fall on the floor. "like what?"
"like you wanna fuck me instead of talking about this."
he huffs out a low laugh. "can't help it. you're sexy as hell when you're mad."
you roll your eyes and turn towards the bathroom to get away from him, unbuttoning your blouse as you go. he's right behind you, and when he catches up with you, you feel the hardest, most possessive smack on your ass. you gasp and spin around, hand flying to your ass cheek that now stings deliciously,
"satoru!"
he doesn't even look sorry, he just stares down at you with dark, heavy eyes with a smirk on his face. "i can't even lie. i wanna fuck you," he says with genuine honesty in his deep voice. "been thinking about it since you started raising your voice in the car."
your face heats up at that, and your body traitorously feels aroused too, despite how angry you still are.
"no," you say firmly. "not happening until you apologise properly ."
he scoffs and runs a hand through his hair. "you want to apologise for something that isn't my fault, something i already apologised for anyways? fine. i'm really sorry y/n. now come here."
"that's not a proper apology, you're being cynical." you turn again, walking into the bedroom, opening the last buttons of your blouse. once it's fully unbuttoned, you take it off so you're left in your bra and panty. even though it's freezing cool, you purposely take ages so satoru can see you like this and wish.
you hear his footsteps behind you again, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you back against his chest before you can move away. he's warm and you feel his erection pressing against your ass. he dips his head down, so his lips brush your ear.
"i want to fuck you." he murmurs again needily. one of his hands slides up your stomach to graze the side of your breast. "wanna bury myself inside you and make you forget why you're mad."
you shiver, hating how good that sounds, hating how much easily he gets you weak for him.
"no," you say, and it comes out embarrassingly weak. you turn in his arms and push at his hard chest. "not until you actually mean that you're sorry,"
his eyes search yours, frustration is evident in his eyes, but of course the hunger is more noticeable. he lets out a slow exhale, looks as if he's contemplating something, then he gives you a little smirk.
"okay," he says calmly. "let's make a deal, hmm?"
you narrow your eyes, growing suspicious. "what kind of deal?"
he steps back and starts unbuckling his belt. your throat goes dry as he opens a button before unzipping it.
"cock-warming. you sit on my dick," he says, eyes locked in yours. "just sit. no moving or anything. we stay like that until one of us can't take it anymore. whoever thrusts, grinds or anything too physical has to apologise. properly."
your breath hitches and you feel some wetness at your core at the thought of his filthy ultimatum and the challenge in his voice.
"you've lost it. why would i do something so demented?"
he pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs enough to free his cock. it's so hard and lengthy, it's got you mentally salivating. he holds it in his hand, giving himself a few strokes, and damn you're jealous that you're not the one doing it for him.
"scared you'll lose, baby?"
you swallow hard, you're stubborn but then again there's an ache between your thighs wishing to be satisfied. this is probably the dumbest deal you're about to agree to, but it does sound interesting in way you're unable to comprehend.
"fine." you say firmly.
"get on me then."
you stand there for a second, re-thinking your decision. where on earth does one even come up with this idea? satoru walks back to sit on the edge of the bed. your eyes voluntarily drift down to his cock, hard against his stomach with the tip glistening. he carries on fisting himself while looking up at you with a little smirk. your pride is screaming at you to leave and not give him what he wants, but of course, the demon inside you is ovulating and very curious.
you huff out a breath and approach him, climbing on his thighs to straddle him. you're stubborn as ever, so you don't touch him more than you have to. your knees sink into the bed on either side of his thighs. once you're properly on him, he reaches out for your panties to help you get them off. his little touch is enough to have you aching for more of it, and that pisses you even more because you don't feel like being a sucker for him tonight.
"don't" you snap, slapping his hands away. "i don't want you looking at me, i don't want you touching me. let's just do this stupid thing."
his eyebrows shoot up, surprise and maybe a little bit shock evident on his face. "yes, ma'am." he murmurs.
he tilts his head back immediately, looking at the ceiling like it's the most fascinating thing to exist – which of course, it isn't. you are. you're undoubtedly the most fascinating thing satoru could lay his eyes on. but now, he has to make believe that the ceiling is interesting since you're forbidden him from looking at you. his drops his hands on the mattress, fingers fisting into the sheets.
you sit up a little to get your panty off, and it sticks to your core, showing you how pathetically soaked you are already. you feel your arousal dripping down the inside of your thigh, landing on satoru, just above his knee. his throat bobs hard and his jaw clenches tightly. he moves a bit so the tip of his cock brushes against your inner thigh leaving a small smear of pre-cum.
you glance down and he's painfully hard, his veins standing out today. your mouth goes dry. you're annoyed that your first instinct is to hold him in your hands and tease him before giving him the sloppiest head. instead, you sit back on his thighs, keeping some space between your core and his cock. his eyes are still glued to the ceiling, lips slightly parted as he breathes slowly, trying to remain neutral.
you slide one hand down your stomach, going down to your clit. satoru quickly glances at what you're doing and his breath hitches when he sees your fingers rubbing yourself slowly. you're drenched enough that when you circle your clit, the sound is very audible to him. you let out a little moan as your fingers move through your folds, you're very sensitive so your touches feel so good. satoru's hips involuntarily jerk and he lets out a low, frustrated groan.
"fuck," he whispers softly, squeezing his eyes shut.
you slip a finger into yourself, pumping inside slowly. the wet and filthy sounds fill the room, tormenting satoru. you add another finger inside, imagining that it's him. though your fingers are absolutely nowhere near as pleasant as satoru feels. he finally brings his head forward to watch you finger-fucking yourself. he makes a noise that makes you clench around your fingers. he drops his head back down on the mattress, letting out a shaky breath.
even though you're enjoying the pleasure you're giving yourself, you pull your wet fingers out and bring them up between you. without a word, you press them to his lips. he doesn't hesitate; he opens his mouth so you can insert your fingers inside for him to lick them with a satisfied groan. he licks them clean while finally staring into your eyes, sucking harder on your two digits.
when he finally lets your fingers go with a soft pop, he hoarsely speaks, "fucking hell, you're so soaked."
you don't answer him, you move forward, rising on your knees until you're hovering over him. he gets the hint and wraps a hand around his cock, holding it steady for you. you lower yourself onto him torturously slow, coating him with your arousal. he hisses, head falling back again. you finally sink down, and the stretch is perfect. your breath catches in your throat, and you moan out shakily as satoru groans loudly.
"f-fuck," he breathes out. "so warm and perfect."
once you're all the way down, neither of you move for a while. he's buried so deep inside you, pulsing while you clench around him. your hands find his shoulders for balance, nails digging into his skin – it stings a little, but satoru loves the feeling. his eyes are locked on your face now, gauging your reaction to this, taking note of the pleasure you're unable to hide, and the way you're clearly displeased with just sitting on him. you're his girl, he knows you through and through. you're always in the mood to fuck him or to get fucked by him, he knows very well that you're eager for some action. but of course, you're way more stubborn so you both end up sitting still, staring at each other.
the atmosphere between both of you is very tense. considering the fact that you're both still quite pissed off at each other. you're both still frozen in place, bodies intimately joined together but refusing to move. his cock throbs deep inside you and every time you clench around him, you both let out frustrated noises, putting much effort into staying still.
satoru leans back on his elbows so he can get a good look at you. the movement causes his hips to move a bit, making his cock shift inside you, nudging a spot that has your toes curling. you whimper softly, nails digging harder into his shoulders.
"don't move."
he grunts lowly. "trying not to, baby. fuck, this was a stupid fucking idea."
his eyes are dark and glassy, fixed on you in a way that makes you feel very intimidated. you can feel the way he's obviously holding back, see the way his abs flex and the way his thighs tense under you and the way he's trying to remain perfectly still. you lean forward, trying to steady yourself on him and the movement causes him to drag along in your walls.
"shit," he curses. "you're dripping down my balls, y/n. tell me the truth, does fighting with me get you this wet?"
he asks huskily with some teasing in his voice, and maybe even some triumph as if he's just found out something dirty about you. your cheeks burn, but you won't let him win that easily. you lean in close, lips brushing against his.
"oh, please. look at you. you're hard as fuck. literally throbbing inside me like you're about to come from me just sitting on you. so don't act like you're not just as turned on by this."
he narrows his eyes at you, tongue in his cheek as he stares st you for a moment before speaking. "i'm a guy. you're naked, soaked and sitting on my dick. of course i'm hard."
he admits shamelessly, perhaps his excuse is valid, but you're still feeling the need to be bitchy. 'bullshit." you say.
your hips move the tiniest bit, enough to make both of you feel tingles, but not enough to count as moving. he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering.
"you were hard in the elevator. you were hard the second i started yelling at you in the car. admit it - you like it when i'm pissed at you."
he lets out a low laugh, elbows digging into the bed as he sits up a bit more. you both let out moans when the shift causes his hips to roll again.
"fine," he rasps. "yeah, i like it. i like when you get all fired up and talk back to me. turns me the fuck on. happy?"
you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your body responded to his confession by clenching hard around him. his eyes darken and a groan slips out of him.
"but that doesn't mean i'm gonna apologise first," he adds quickly, matching your stubbornness. "you're the one who started going off about me being a few minutes late."
"those few minutes felt like hours when i was freezing my ass off waiting for you- " you abruptly stop because he purposely flexes inside you, making your thighs tremble.
"satoru," you warn but it comes out needy and desperate.
he smirks at you. "what? i didn't move, did i?"
"you're so damn infuriating."
"really?" he licks his bottom lip when his eyes drop to where you're both joined, before looking back up at your face. "come on, baby. move. i know you wanna ride me. i can feel how bad you want it."
yes, you absolutely do want it. you want to slam down on him and ride him hard. your pussy is throbbing, swollen and desperate. but you're not about to break first.
"no. you move, you apologise."
he groans again, closing his eyes shut as if he's praying for strength. when he looks at you again, his eyes are dark.
"you're pure fucking evil." he mutters.
his hands twitch at his sides and he has to fist them to prevent himself from grabbing your hips and fucking into you.
minutes pass by, both of you are breathing hard while staring at each other, trembling with the effort of not giving in. your hands ended up on his hard chest, feeling his heartbeat. satoru's hands hovered uncertainly for a long time, but eventually they settled on your hips, caressing with his thumbs. you're trying not to clench around him, but every time you do, his eyes flutter and his fingers tighten on you.
you bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying hard to stifle the little whimpers trying to escape you. the still feeling of him is so overwhelming, it's making you insane, every time his cock pulses inside you has the demon inside you wanting to move.
satoru's jaw clenches so tight you can see the veins standing out on his neck, and the sweat dripping down his forehead despite the cool weather. satoru looks completely ruined, and the sight of him like this would have you feeling so victorious if you weren't feeling just as tortured as him.
finally your pride cracks and you plead with him. "move," you whisper. you didn't mean to say it out loud, it just slipped out.
for a moment you think he might put you out your misery and fuck you, but he doesn't.
"no," he says roughly. "you move and apologise first."
you laugh, but it's frustrated and annoyed. "you know you want this, satoru. even more than i do."
"says the girl who's shaking on my dick." he shoots back. "you want this more than me, angel."
to prove that he's right, your body betrays you by tightly clenching around him again as if you're trying to pull him deeper inside you.
"y/n, stop fucking doing that-"
when you look at him, you notice that his eyes are almost wet, like he's on the verge of losing it. seeing him like this – satoru, who's always so controlled and usually dominant – almost knocks the air out of you. you're so wet, it's embarrassing, arousal coating his cock, dripping down onto his skin.
you lean forward so your forehead touches his and lips brush against his as you speak . "this is killing you, isn't it?"
he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing. "you have no idea."
"i do," you admit. "because it's killing me too."
his hands slide up your sides, caressing your skin and stopping under your breasts. you bite your lip harder, feeling the urge to roll your hips and please both of you.
after a long while, both of you still refuse to give into each other. you just stay there frustrated in place.
"i don't get it, y/n." he mutters, eyes searching yours. "why are you so fucking stubborn? i didn't do anything wrong. i was late one time. traffic was shit, i apologised in the parking lot. why can't you just say sorry and let this go?"
he raises his voice, startling you since he never ever does that. you get the urge to cry. your shoulders drop, and the fight suddenly drains out of you. your eyes start to sting and blink a few times, trying to keep it together. but your tears fall anyways. satoru's expression breaks, his anger and frustration are replaced by deep concern and regret.
"baby-?"
you shake your head, voice wobbly when you speak. "today was awful." you whisper. "everything went wrong. my boss made me look stupid in front of the whole team, he always does that to me... i don't even want to talk about it. and then i waited out in the cold forever, and i just... i didn't mean to take it all out on you. i've been so stressed, satoru. i'm tired. i'm sorry."
+you've never mentioned your boss and the hardships you face at work to satoru. knowing that he'd lose his shit. but today had been a lot, too much for you. thinking about what happened causes your tears to fall faster.
satoru sits up fully, his cock shifts in deeper and both of you want to moan at that, but now isn't the time. his hands go around you to pull you against his chest.
"hey, hey, no-don't cry. shit, i'm sorry." his voice is soft and guilty. "i didn't know it was that bad. i should've asked and listened instead of getting defensive."
he cups your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, but more keeps coming. he leans in and kisses them away, kissing all the way down to your jaw.
"i'm sorry, baby," he murmurs against your skin. "sorry for being later. for raising my voice just now. for not seeing that you weren't okay. i'm really fucking sorry."
he kisses you properly after his most sincere apology. his lips are soft and gentle against yours, tasting the salt from your tears. you sigh into his mouth, your hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer to deepen the kiss since you've been desperate for it. you start moving, rolling your hips and grinding down on him making you moan into each other's mouth.
"i'm sorry too," you whisper against his lips, as you lift up and sink back on him, taking him deeper. "i love you. i love you so much."
he groans, hands tightening on your waist to help guide you now as you start riding him faster now.
"fuck, i love you," he says, eyes locked into yours. they're dark and wild, making your breath hitch. "i love you, my stubborn, infuriating, perfect girl."
you laugh softly and he kisses you again, swallowing the sound. your hands are everywhere, holding his shoulders, caressing his abs and chest. his hands roam just as greedily as yours. one cups your breast, thumb playing with your nipple, the other grips your ass, fingers digging in as he helps you bounce on him.
you ride him for a long time. both of you let out loud, pleasant sounds, whispering filthy praises and apologies between kissing.
suddenly, he lifts you up and flips you over. you're on your back now, he holds your thighs firmly and makes you wrap your legs around his waist as he settles between them. he thrusts back inside you deeply, making your back arch off the bed.
"satoru-oh-God-"
he groans at your sweet sounds, his forehead dropping against yours.
"need to fuck you properly." he murmurs.
he starts moving faster and harder, the feeling of him has you seeing stars. he grips your thighs, bringing your leg higher around his waist and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it hard as he pulls you against him to match his thrusts.
you touch him everywhere – hands in his hair, nails raking down his back. his mouth is everywhere on you, sucking marks onto your skin, kissing your lips hungrily. he doesn't stop fucking you perfectly. every time he pulls out and slams back in has you moaning his name out loud.
after a while, you release first, practically screaming against his shoulder. he follows a few seconds later, thrusting into you sloppily now before burying himself deep inside you and staying there while filling you up.
he half collapses on you, though he's careful not to crush you. his forehead rests on yours as you both of you pant into each other's mouths. for a while neither of you move from that position. eventually he pulls out, you both groan at the feeling of how sensitive you both are. he rolls onto his back beside you, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you against him. you turn in his arms to place your head on his chest and throw your leg over his thigh. he holds you tightly, leaving kisses on your temple and the top of your head.
soon, you fall asleep in what you think of as your favourite and safest space – wrapped in satoru's embrace.
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the next morning, you stir awake slowly, eyes fluttering open. once you're fully conscious, you notice satoru's gaze on you. he's propped up on one elbow, his head resting on his hand, watching you with the softest expression you've ever seen on him. his hair's a mess, and the sheet has slipped down to his waist, revealing the red marks you left on his chest and abs. he looks so peaceful, possessive and utterly in love. it's like he's been staring at you for a long while, watching you sleep.
you smile sleepily. he leans in slowly clearly wanting to kiss you, you mumble something about not brushing your teeth yet, but he clearly does not care. he kisses you deep and hungrily, tongue sliding inside your mouth. you a soft, embarrassed sound but he just hums, pleased and kisses you harder. his hand caresses your cheek before going under the covers to hold your waist and pull you right against him. you melt into the kiss despite your earlier grumbles about not brushing your teeth and your worries from last night about his absence.
when he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and you're both breathing hard.
"morning," he says in that rough morning voice you love, his nose brushing yours.
"morning," you whisper back, cheeks heating up.
right after that, his mouth trails down your jaw and neck, licking and nipping at your skin. he goes down lower, kissing your collarbone, between your breasts and your nipples. you gasp at the sensation, arching into him.
"satoru-"
"shh. let me make you feel good." he murmurs.
he disappears under the sheets, moving down your body. once he's settled between your thighs, he pushes them apart gently, then kisses along your inner thigh, teasing.
after his gentle kisses, he licks you all the way from your entrance to your clit. you moan out loudly, hands gripping the sheets when you hear his hum in approval. he goes straight to work, licking you hard and circling your clit. you're soaked, arousal mixed with his saliva. you grip his hair, needing something to hold. he slides two fingers inside you, finger-fucking you slow and deep while simultaneously sucking on you.
soon enough, you're releasing while moaning his name. he doesn't stop, only when you're weakly tugging at his hair from oversensitivity does he crawl up your body, kissing wherever he can as he comes back up. once he's back up, hovering over you, he kisses you slowly. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him even deeper.
"let's take a shower, hmm?"
he doesn't wait for you to answer him, he just picks you up and carries you the bathroom for a shower. in the shower, he helps you by washing you up, soaping your body, washing your hair and massaging his scalp. you return the favour, soaping his back, his chest and down his abs, teasing him by going lower until he catches your wrist, pins you to the slippery wall and kisses you dizzy.
soon the both of you finally come out the shower, wrapped in towels while trading lazy, loving kisses that he tries to turn dirty. you playfully swat him away so you can get ready for work.
every single morning, satoru is always much faster than you are – already dressed in suitable work clothes while you run around like a headless chicken. he makes you coffee while you dry your hair. and every time he comes to check on you, you notice how he looks at you in the mirror. it's not like the playful and flirtatious way he usually does, instead it's more observant and watchful.
when you walk into the bedroom to get dressed, he's already sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. he dims his screen as you step in and his eyes lift to you immediately. he watches you as you change into your work clothes, eyeing your body with an intensity that makes you heat up.
"you're staring at me, you creep." you play it lightly.
he huffs out a small laugh, since keeping his eyes glued onto you. "can't help it. you're beautiful."
you smile shyly and reach for your blouse. as you button it, satoru leans forward with his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together.
"hey," he says softly. "can i ask you something?"
you nod, glancing at him in the mirror. "yeah?"
"your boss." he says carefully. "the one you say has been giving you a hard time. what exactly does he do to you?"
you stomach drops at the question and mention of him. some stupid part of you hoped that satoru wouldn't have asked. but of course, he would. he's so protective over you, way too protective. you finish sliding your arms into the sleeve, focusing on the buttons so you don't have to meet his eyes.
"it's nothing," you say, trying to brush it off with a little shrug. "just typical superior bullshit, deadlines and nitpicking. the usual."
"Y/N."
the tone he uses makes you glance up at him again. his expression is calm, but there's something deeper underlying.
you force a smile. "really, toru. it's fine. and i don't really wanna talk about this. can we not do this right now?"
you focus on changing into your skirt and neatening up your hair. in the reflection you see him still watching you, his tongue is his cheek - the thing he does when he's usually pissed off and holding himself back. he relaxes himself and nods slowly.
"okay." he says without looking away.
you finish getting ready, and when you lean over the dresser to put your earrings on, he stands up and walks behind you. his hands settle on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder as he meets your eyes in the mirror again.
"you look perfect," he says, nibbling on your earlobe now.
you lean back into him. "thank you." he leaves a deep kiss on your neck before letting you go.
inside the car, he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and the other tracing circles on your thigh just as he usually does, except this time his hold on you is firmer and feels more protective.
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it's been a few nights since yours and satoru's silly argument and the insane deal that followed. at home, with him, things have been great. he's been on time for you every evening after work – sometimes waiting outside your workplace minutes before you even clock out. you know that being early for you might be challenging for him, because realistically his workload is a bit more demanding than yours is. but he loves you more than enough to go to that length to please you. of course, in return you reward him with sloppiest head or whatever else he finds pleasant. and whatever he finds pleasant – you do too. so basically, you two have spent the last few days fucking like rabbits.
you wake up slowly and a bit disorientated. your body is aching in best way possible. of course, the first thing you do is reach out for satoru craving his warmth, but you're met the feeling of the empty sheets instead. you lift your head, seeing that the time on the clock is 2:18AM. his side of the bed is empty and cold, as if he's been gone for a long time, it makes you feel uneasy.
you sit up, rubbing your eyes, trying to listen for any noise to indicate that he's around. but there's nothing, just silence. you get off the bed to stand up and head toward the door with the intention of going downstairs to hopefully find him there. but just as you open the door, satoru's already opening it from outside. you scan him immediately, sensing something off. even in the dark, you notice that his attire – he's in outside clothes, like he's just been out somewhere.
when he notices you, he jumps, startled. your stomach drops, not liking his reaction.
"hey," you say softly. "where were you?"
he's stunned for a few seconds, then forces a small smile. "just stepped out for a smoke. couldn't sleep, didn't want to wake you."
you instantly catch in that he's lying. he doesn't smell like smoke. he could've gone to smoke on the balcony. and who in their right minds would dress up just to go out to smoke?
you step toward him anyways, reaching out for a hug since you're still desperate for his warmth you couldn't have due to his strange absence. but he doesn't meet you halfway to bring you into his embrace, instead he leans in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you can fully process it.
"go back to bed, baby." he murmurs. "i'll be with you in a minute."
you search his face in the darkness with your heart beating a little too fast. "toru..."
"i'm just gonna shower quick," he says, already walking past you toward the en-suite bathroom. "just wanna wash up. go lie down, okay? i'll be right there."
he closes the door behind him before you can say anything. you stand there, staring at the closed door, listening to the shower starting up...
soon, you climb into bed and pull the covers up to your chin, lost in thought. where has he really been? and why is he lying to you?
୨ৎ
later on, you wake up feeling satoru's lips on your shoulder, he leaves a kiss there, then another on the nape of your neck. his arm is over your waist, fingers drawing patterns on your stomach.
"morning, beautiful." he murmurs in his rough voice.
he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose, your forehead then your lips. you hum into the kiss, enjoying it, but your mind wanders to how he lied to you in the early hours of the morning – how he was supposed to be in bed cuddling you but was absent in bed, and walking in from somewhere else instead.
but right now, you don't want to think of that, he's kissing you so affectionately and loving, it has your mind going blank.
he breaks the kiss to speak, "sleep okay?" he tucks strands of hair behind your ear.
"yeah," you lie a little, but smile anyway. "you?"
"slept so good after having you back in my arms." he kisses you deeper again, rolling you onto your back so he can hover over you, one of his thighs slide between yours. "you feel so good in the mornings. i could stay here all day."
you laugh softly, fingers threading into his hair. "we have work, unfortunately."
he groans loudly at that, burying his face in your neck. "unfortunately, we do."
he kisses you one more time, then rolls out of bed, stretching - you eye his delicious figure as the shirt rides up, revealing his body underneath it. you watch him walk out the room and down the hall. your suspicions from the morning aren't so worrying now. maybe you just overthought it, maybe he really just needed air.
you get up eventually, already dreading this day. you love your job, just hate your boss. over the past few years, you've been working at your job, he's tormented you and made most of your days a living hell. all because you refused to sleep with him. you could've reported him to hr, but it's unfortunate that the old hag is too powerfu. any of the poor other women who had gone through what you do and were brave enough to report it ended up jobless.
you've worked so hard to get to where you are, yes, you're qualified and deserving of a higher position, but the bastard has rejected you many times. your current position is forced to suffice, and it's something you can't afford to lose, so you have to endure all that he puts you through. the idea to tell satoru has always called out to you, but he's way too crazy over you. if he knew what goes on, you're sure he might end up a killer. so, you've stupidly decided to keep to yourself.
you shower, do your hair and change, and by the time you're done, satoru is as well. he's leaning against the counter sipping coffee, eyes lighting up when he sees you.
"fuck," he says quietly, setting his mug down. "you look way too good for that place."
"flattery won't get me to call in sick."
he steps close, hands going to your hips to pull you into him.
"worth a shot."
satoru fixes your collar while you button his sleeves, you neaten his hair while he zips your skirt up properly, his fingers lingering on your thighs as you two have a small make out session.
by the time you make it to the car, you're both a little untidy and laughing at nothing. he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with you to leave kisses on your knuckles every now and then.
once he parks outside your workplace, he turns to you. "come here," he instructs.
you lean over the console, expecting a quick kiss but it's definitely not quick. his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you deep. his tongue slides into your mouth, tasting you. you gasp into the kiss, fingers fisting into his shirt, making him groan before kissing you harder. he squeezes your thigh, pulling you closer.
your lipstick is definitely smudged and your hair's probably a mess. you giggle breathlessly when he pulls back to let you catch a break.
"satoru," you laugh, wiping his bottom lip with your thumb.
"you're gonna make me look unpresentable."
"that's okay," he says before stealing one deeper kiss from you. "then everyone will know you're mine."
you roll your eye with a racing heart, but of course you have to leave with one last peck. afterwards you get out the car, neatening yourself up before making your way inside. he watches you the whole way with a soft, possessive smile on his face.
the office feels different when you walk in. it's quiet in a weird way. your desk is still the same, everything exactly in place. but it's devoid of its usual tense, suffocating atmosphere. people glance at you as you pass, some offer small smiles. but no one is gossiping as they usually do. your boss's office door is closed with the lights off.
"hey," your only friend here at work says as she appears at your cubicle holding two coffees. "you okay?"
"yeah?" you say, confused. "why wouldn't i be?"
she leans in, lowering her voice when she speaks. "did you hear about mr ren?"
your stomach tightens at the mention of his name. "no...what happened?"
"i heard he called in this morning. said he had a 'family emergency' and won't be in all week. but-" she glances around before whispering softer. "someone said he was at urgent care last night. bruised and bloody... looked like he got attacked or something."
your heart stops, lia keeps going, oblivious. "weird, right? he's never missed a day...and hr sent an email - assignment of duties. everyone's freaking out a little."
you stare at your computer screen, fingers frozen on the keyboard. for some unknown reason satoru's face flashes in your mind... or perhaps, deep down the reason isn't entirely unknown, but you're choosing not to consider it.
୨ৎ
during the day, you've buried yourself in emails and reports. at about 3pm, you receive a new email, subject : reassignments. the email comes from director sato – director sato who's levels above your boss. to say you're nervous to meet with him is an understatement, but anyways you smooth your skirt, and make your way to the executive floor.
director sato's assistant smiles when you arrive and waves you right in. inside, director sato stands to greet you before gesturing to the chair across from his desk. the kindness and bright smile on his face eases your nerves immediately.
"y/n, thank you for coming. i'll get straight to it." he slides a folder across the table.
"effective immediately, you're being moved the senior strategics projects role. heard it's something you've applied for before."
your soul leaves your body – from hearing the greatest news. that role. the one you've always dreamed of getting. the one your prick of a boss rejected you for, even though you were perfectly qualified for it and suited for the roll.
"i... i don't understand," you manage to say in disbelief. "i thought the decision was already–"
he holds up his hand. "things changed. after an incident that i'm unable to get into detail about, i've done reviews on the workers here and find that your work is exceptional. you've really earned this, miss y/n."
tears prick at your eyes, you blink hard, trying to keep it together.
"this is... this is everything i've wanted. thank you. thank you so much."
he smiles, sliding a tissue over to you.
"congratulations. hr will send the formal letter this afternoon."
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by the time work is over, you're practically on cloud nine. you rush out the doors, eager to see him and bear the news. satoru is leaning against his car in the pickup zone with his hands in his pocket with a smile already on his face as if he knows a little secret.
you start running toward to him, he pushes off the car just in time, catching you as you launch yourself at him. your legs wrap around him and he holds you steadily under your thighs as you bury your face in his neck.
"i got it, satoru, i got it," happy tears fall onto his neck. "the promotion. the one i've always wanted."
he pulls back to look at you, grinning happily. "baby–" he laughs, spinning you around before setting you down but keeping you close. "holy shit, i'm so fucking proud of you."
you're crying happy tears again, laughing through it. "i can't believe it, toru."
he kisses you hard and you kiss him back, not thinking for a second that he may be one of the reasons you've so suddenly gotten this promotion.
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at home, satoru cooks your favourite dinner and gets out the most expensive wine you have to celebrate properly. you both eat together then sip the wine until you're both tipsy and giggly. after some time, you both sloppily kiss each other. satoru can't stop touching you, pulling you onto his lap with his tongue down your throat. when he pulls back, he's looking at you as if you're his everything and more.
"you're glowing," he says, staring at you with glassy eyes. "i've never seen you this happy."
you straddle him fully then, arms around his neck with your forehead against his. "because of you too. with you, everything is possible." you slur a bit.
his hands tighten on your hips; he looks so utterly satisfied hearing those words. again, he kisses you deep and passionately.
later on, when the wine bottle is empty, he carries you to bed. both of your clothes are taken off in record speed since he's eager to fuck the living daylights out of you.
he fucks you slow at first, eyes locked on yours as he said the sweetest things to you, about how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how proud he is of you and how no one else could ever compare to you. after that, he goes faster and rougher. his hips thrust into you so passionately, you screamed out.
he'd take you in so many positions, had you in so many different angles, you discovered just how flexible you are. you and satoru are always adventurous in bed, and with him you've discovered just how feral you truly are in bed. but tonight you've shocked yourself by how long you're going on for, you've released so many times. yet you can still go on.
he's got you on your back again, thrusting into you. his forearms are braced on either side of your head, caging you in. he's sweaty, the red marks you left on his chest are standing out completely - you don't think you've seen something so ethereal in your entire life. again, his eyes don't leave yours, he's staring down at you with that proud and possessive lovesick look he's had all night.
you're already so close, thighs trembling around his waist. gasping every time he bottoms out. your hands grip onto his shoulders, sliding up to tangle in his damp hair to pull him down for a messy kiss. he groans into your mouth, pounding into you harder.
"my perfect girl," he rasps against your lips roughly. "you're finally getting everything you deserve."
you whimper, arching into him, too lost in the overwhelming sensations to catch the weight behind his words. he slows down a bit, just to get in nice and deep and stay buried for a while. his hips circle in a way that feels so good, it has your eyes fluttering shut.
he speaks close to your ear, licking your earlobe, "no one's ever gonna stand in your way again, baby," he murmurs. "no one will ever hurt you and get away with it, i'll make sure of it. just like i did with him."
your eyes snap open, he doesn't stop moving. he cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek tenderly.
"i told you i'd take care of you," he whispers. "and i always keep my promises. i'm just sorry i didn't take care of it sooner."
warnings – explicit language and smuy (cock warming, oral sex, penetrative sex etc)
18+ mdni
in the confined space of the elevator, you stand with your arms tightly crossed over your chest, staring at the doors, refusing to look at him. satoru leans against the opposite wall, his one ankle over the other with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. his jaw is clenched and ticking every now and then. neither of you have spoken until you both left the car.
the argument you both had started off quite small, and stupid – highly unnecessary. you had a terrible day at work today, you don't even want to think about it. to make things even worse for you, satoru had decided to show up ten minutes later to pick you up. he apologised in the parking lot sincerely, but you were already too mad to listen to what he had to say.
you snapped at him. "if you can't be on time, just tell me so i can take the damn train."
his eyes narrowed at you, brows furrowing. "i'm here, aren't i? i always come get you. i don't know why you're acting like i left you stranded."
"oh my God, satoru. it's not just about that. i was out waiting in the cold like an idiot while you-"
"while i what? work my ass off all day too? fuck's sake, y/n, i'm not your chauffeur."
and yeah, that's what caused it. whatever negative feelings you've both been feeling in the week all surfaced. by the time he parked in the garage, your voices were raised and yelling at each other.
now in the elevator, the silence between you feels worse. you can feel him staring at the side of your face, and as much as you hate to admit it – it intimidates you.
when the doors finally open, you storm out first. satoru follows a step behind you with the house keys jingling in his hand. when you reach the door, you wait with your arms crossed refusing to turn around. he unlocks the door without a word, pushes it open and lets you walk in first. the second he locks the door; you turn around furiously to look at him.
"i actually don't think i'm done talking about this." you say while kicking off your uncomfortable work shoes. "you think just because you showed up eventually makes it okay? i'm exhausted, satoru. i always am, and the one thing i expect from you is that you're there when you say you'll be."
he basically throws the keys onto the counter, the unnecessarily loud sound it makes emphasises his own anger.
"and as i told you, i got held up at work. it isn't like i was out drinking with my friends. i was working. you know, that thing we both do to pay for the apartment you're currently yelling in for no good reason?"
you laugh bitterly, reaching behind to unzip your skirt, "oh, what the hell are you trying to say, huh? you think i don't work just as hard as you do? well i do, and i would never do something like this to you."
you pull your skirt down your legs until it pools at your feet. you step out of it, so you're left in just your blouse and underwear. satoru's gaze wanders over your figure and his eyes darken. you see the way his tongue licks across his bottom lip, and it pisses you off more because he's clearly not interested in what you said since he's checking you out.
"why the hell are you looking at me like that?" the disapproval is clear in your voice.
he takes a step closer, shrugging off his jacket and carelessly letting it fall on the floor. "like what?"
"like you wanna fuck me instead of talking about this."
he huffs out a low laugh. "can't help it. you're sexy as hell when you're mad."
you roll your eyes and turn towards the bathroom to get away from him, unbuttoning your blouse as you go. he's right behind you, and when he catches up with you, you feel the hardest, most possessive smack on your ass. you gasp and spin around, hand flying to your ass cheek that now stings deliciously,
"satoru!"
he doesn't even look sorry, he just stares down at you with dark, heavy eyes with a smirk on his face. "i can't even lie. i wanna fuck you," he says with genuine honesty in his deep voice. "been thinking about it since you started raising your voice in the car."
your face heats up at that, and your body traitorously feels aroused too, despite how angry you still are.
"no," you say firmly. "not happening until you apologise properly ."
he scoffs and runs a hand through his hair. "you want to apologise for something that isn't my fault, something i already apologised for anyways? fine. i'm really sorry y/n. now come here."
"that's not a proper apology, you're being cynical." you turn again, walking into the bedroom, opening the last buttons of your blouse. once it's fully unbuttoned, you take it off so you're left in your bra and panty. even though it's freezing cool, you purposely take ages so satoru can see you like this and wish.
you hear his footsteps behind you again, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you back against his chest before you can move away. he's warm and you feel his erection pressing against your ass. he dips his head down, so his lips brush your ear.
"i want to fuck you." he murmurs again needily. one of his hands slides up your stomach to graze the side of your breast. "wanna bury myself inside you and make you forget why you're mad."
you shiver, hating how good that sounds, hating how much easily he gets you weak for him.
"no," you say, and it comes out embarrassingly weak. you turn in his arms and push at his hard chest. "not until you actually mean that you're sorry,"
his eyes search yours, frustration is evident in his eyes, but of course the hunger is more noticeable. he lets out a slow exhale, looks as if he's contemplating something, then he gives you a little smirk.
"okay," he says calmly. "let's make a deal, hmm?"
you narrow your eyes, growing suspicious. "what kind of deal?"
he steps back and starts unbuckling his belt. your throat goes dry as he opens a button before unzipping it.
"cock-warming. you sit on my dick," he says, eyes locked in yours. "just sit. no moving or anything. we stay like that until one of us can't take it anymore. whoever thrusts, grinds or anything too physical has to apologise. properly."
your breath hitches and you feel some wetness at your core at the thought of his filthy ultimatum and the challenge in his voice.
"you've lost it. why would i do something so demented?"
he pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs enough to free his cock. it's so hard and lengthy, it's got you mentally salivating. he holds it in his hand, giving himself a few strokes, and damn you're jealous that you're not the one doing it for him.
"scared you'll lose, baby?"
you swallow hard, you're stubborn but then again there's an ache between your thighs wishing to be satisfied. this is probably the dumbest deal you're about to agree to, but it does sound interesting in way you're unable to comprehend.
"fine." you say firmly.
"get on me then."
you stand there for a second, re-thinking your decision. where on earth does one even come up with this idea? satoru walks back to sit on the edge of the bed. your eyes voluntarily drift down to his cock, hard against his stomach with the tip glistening. he carries on fisting himself while looking up at you with a little smirk. your pride is screaming at you to leave and not give him what he wants, but of course, the demon inside you is ovulating and very curious.
you huff out a breath and approach him, climbing on his thighs to straddle him. you're stubborn as ever, so you don't touch him more than you have to. your knees sink into the bed on either side of his thighs. once you're properly on him, he reaches out for your panties to help you get them off. his little touch is enough to have you aching for more of it, and that pisses you even more because you don't feel like being a sucker for him tonight.
"don't" you snap, slapping his hands away. "i don't want you looking at me, i don't want you touching me. let's just do this stupid thing."
his eyebrows shoot up, surprise and maybe a little bit shock evident on his face. "yes, ma'am." he murmurs.
he tilts his head back immediately, looking at the ceiling like it's the most fascinating thing to exist – which of course, it isn't. you are. you're undoubtedly the most fascinating thing satoru could lay his eyes on. but now, he has to make believe that the ceiling is interesting since you're forbidden him from looking at you. his drops his hands on the mattress, fingers fisting into the sheets.
you sit up a little to get your panty off, and it sticks to your core, showing you how pathetically soaked you are already. you feel your arousal dripping down the inside of your thigh, landing on satoru, just above his knee. his throat bobs hard and his jaw clenches tightly. he moves a bit so the tip of his cock brushes against your inner thigh leaving a small smear of pre-cum.
you glance down and he's painfully hard, his veins standing out today. your mouth goes dry. you're annoyed that your first instinct is to hold him in your hands and tease him before giving him the sloppiest head. instead, you sit back on his thighs, keeping some space between your core and his cock. his eyes are still glued to the ceiling, lips slightly parted as he breathes slowly, trying to remain neutral.
you slide one hand down your stomach, going down to your clit. satoru quickly glances at what you're doing and his breath hitches when he sees your fingers rubbing yourself slowly. you're drenched enough that when you circle your clit, the sound is very audible to him. you let out a little moan as your fingers move through your folds, you're very sensitive so your touches feel so good. satoru's hips involuntarily jerk and he lets out a low, frustrated groan.
"fuck," he whispers softly, squeezing his eyes shut.
you slip a finger into yourself, pumping inside slowly. the wet and filthy sounds fill the room, tormenting satoru. you add another finger inside, imagining that it's him. though your fingers are absolutely nowhere near as pleasant as satoru feels. he finally brings his head forward to watch you finger-fucking yourself. he makes a noise that makes you clench around your fingers. he drops his head back down on the mattress, letting out a shaky breath.
even though you're enjoying the pleasure you're giving yourself, you pull your wet fingers out and bring them up between you. without a word, you press them to his lips. he doesn't hesitate; he opens his mouth so you can insert your fingers inside for him to lick them with a satisfied groan. he licks them clean while finally staring into your eyes, sucking harder on your two digits.
when he finally lets your fingers go with a soft pop, he hoarsely speaks, "fucking hell, you're so soaked."
you don't answer him, you move forward, rising on your knees until you're hovering over him. he gets the hint and wraps a hand around his cock, holding it steady for you. you lower yourself onto him torturously slow, coating him with your arousal. he hisses, head falling back again. you finally sink down, and the stretch is perfect. your breath catches in your throat, and you moan out shakily as satoru groans loudly.
"f-fuck," he breathes out. "so warm and perfect."
once you're all the way down, neither of you move for a while. he's buried so deep inside you, pulsing while you clench around him. your hands find his shoulders for balance, nails digging into his skin – it stings a little, but satoru loves the feeling. his eyes are locked on your face now, gauging your reaction to this, taking note of the pleasure you're unable to hide, and the way you're clearly displeased with just sitting on him. you're his girl, he knows you through and through. you're always in the mood to fuck him or to get fucked by him, he knows very well that you're eager for some action. but of course, you're way more stubborn so you both end up sitting still, staring at each other.
the atmosphere between both of you is very tense. considering the fact that you're both still quite pissed off at each other. you're both still frozen in place, bodies intimately joined together but refusing to move. his cock throbs deep inside you and every time you clench around him, you both let out frustrated noises, putting much effort into staying still.
satoru leans back on his elbows so he can get a good look at you. the movement causes his hips to move a bit, making his cock shift inside you, nudging a spot that has your toes curling. you whimper softly, nails digging harder into his shoulders.
"don't move."
he grunts lowly. "trying not to, baby. fuck, this was a stupid fucking idea."
his eyes are dark and glassy, fixed on you in a way that makes you feel very intimidated. you can feel the way he's obviously holding back, see the way his abs flex and the way his thighs tense under you and the way he's trying to remain perfectly still. you lean forward, trying to steady yourself on him and the movement causes him to drag along in your walls.
"shit," he curses. "you're dripping down my balls, y/n. tell me the truth, does fighting with me get you this wet?"
he asks huskily with some teasing in his voice, and maybe even some triumph as if he's just found out something dirty about you. your cheeks burn, but you won't let him win that easily. you lean in close, lips brushing against his.
"oh, please. look at you. you're hard as fuck. literally throbbing inside me like you're about to come from me just sitting on you. so don't act like you're not just as turned on by this."
he narrows his eyes at you, tongue in his cheek as he stares st you for a moment before speaking. "i'm a guy. you're naked, soaked and sitting on my dick. of course i'm hard."
he admits shamelessly, perhaps his excuse is valid, but you're still feeling the need to be bitchy. 'bullshit." you say.
your hips move the tiniest bit, enough to make both of you feel tingles, but not enough to count as moving. he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering.
"you were hard in the elevator. you were hard the second i started yelling at you in the car. admit it - you like it when i'm pissed at you."
he lets out a low laugh, elbows digging into the bed as he sits up a bit more. you both let out moans when the shift causes his hips to roll again.
"fine," he rasps. "yeah, i like it. i like when you get all fired up and talk back to me. turns me the fuck on. happy?"
you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your body responded to his confession by clenching hard around him. his eyes darken and a groan slips out of him.
"but that doesn't mean i'm gonna apologise first," he adds quickly, matching your stubbornness. "you're the one who started going off about me being a few minutes late."
"those few minutes felt like hours when i was freezing my ass off waiting for you- " you abruptly stop because he purposely flexes inside you, making your thighs tremble.
"satoru," you warn but it comes out needy and desperate.
he smirks at you. "what? i didn't move, did i?"
"you're so damn infuriating."
"really?" he licks his bottom lip when his eyes drop to where you're both joined, before looking back up at your face. "come on, baby. move. i know you wanna ride me. i can feel how bad you want it."
yes, you absolutely do want it. you want to slam down on him and ride him hard. your pussy is throbbing, swollen and desperate. but you're not about to break first.
"no. you move, you apologise."
he groans again, closing his eyes shut as if he's praying for strength. when he looks at you again, his eyes are dark.
"you're pure fucking evil." he mutters.
his hands twitch at his sides and he has to fist them to prevent himself from grabbing your hips and fucking into you.
minutes pass by, both of you are breathing hard while staring at each other, trembling with the effort of not giving in. your hands ended up on his hard chest, feeling his heartbeat. satoru's hands hovered uncertainly for a long time, but eventually they settled on your hips, caressing with his thumbs. you're trying not to clench around him, but every time you do, his eyes flutter and his fingers tighten on you.
you bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying hard to stifle the little whimpers trying to escape you. the still feeling of him is so overwhelming, it's making you insane, every time his cock pulses inside you has the demon inside you wanting to move.
satoru's jaw clenches so tight you can see the veins standing out on his neck, and the sweat dripping down his forehead despite the cool weather. satoru looks completely ruined, and the sight of him like this would have you feeling so victorious if you weren't feeling just as tortured as him.
finally your pride cracks and you plead with him. "move," you whisper. you didn't mean to say it out loud, it just slipped out.
for a moment you think he might put you out your misery and fuck you, but he doesn't.
"no," he says roughly. "you move and apologise first."
you laugh, but it's frustrated and annoyed. "you know you want this, satoru. even more than i do."
"says the girl who's shaking on my dick." he shoots back. "you want this more than me, angel."
to prove that he's right, your body betrays you by tightly clenching around him again as if you're trying to pull him deeper inside you.
"y/n, stop fucking doing that-"
when you look at him, you notice that his eyes are almost wet, like he's on the verge of losing it. seeing him like this – satoru, who's always so controlled and usually dominant – almost knocks the air out of you. you're so wet, it's embarrassing, arousal coating his cock, dripping down onto his skin.
you lean forward so your forehead touches his and lips brush against his as you speak . "this is killing you, isn't it?"
he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing. "you have no idea."
"i do," you admit. "because it's killing me too."
his hands slide up your sides, caressing your skin and stopping under your breasts. you bite your lip harder, feeling the urge to roll your hips and please both of you.
after a long while, both of you still refuse to give into each other. you just stay there frustrated in place.
"i don't get it, y/n." he mutters, eyes searching yours. "why are you so fucking stubborn? i didn't do anything wrong. i was late one time. traffic was shit, i apologised in the parking lot. why can't you just say sorry and let this go?"
he raises his voice, startling you since he never ever does that. you get the urge to cry. your shoulders drop, and the fight suddenly drains out of you. your eyes start to sting and blink a few times, trying to keep it together. but your tears fall anyways. satoru's expression breaks, his anger and frustration are replaced by deep concern and regret.
"baby-?"
you shake your head, voice wobbly when you speak. "today was awful." you whisper. "everything went wrong. my boss made me look stupid in front of the whole team, he always does that to me... i don't even want to talk about it. and then i waited out in the cold forever, and i just... i didn't mean to take it all out on you. i've been so stressed, satoru. i'm tired. i'm sorry."
+you've never mentioned your boss and the hardships you face at work to satoru. knowing that he'd lose his shit. but today had been a lot, too much for you. thinking about what happened causes your tears to fall faster.
satoru sits up fully, his cock shifts in deeper and both of you want to moan at that, but now isn't the time. his hands go around you to pull you against his chest.
"hey, hey, no-don't cry. shit, i'm sorry." his voice is soft and guilty. "i didn't know it was that bad. i should've asked and listened instead of getting defensive."
he cups your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, but more keeps coming. he leans in and kisses them away, kissing all the way down to your jaw.
"i'm sorry, baby," he murmurs against your skin. "sorry for being later. for raising my voice just now. for not seeing that you weren't okay. i'm really fucking sorry."
he kisses you properly after his most sincere apology. his lips are soft and gentle against yours, tasting the salt from your tears. you sigh into his mouth, your hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer to deepen the kiss since you've been desperate for it. you start moving, rolling your hips and grinding down on him making you moan into each other's mouth.
"i'm sorry too," you whisper against his lips, as you lift up and sink back on him, taking him deeper. "i love you. i love you so much."
he groans, hands tightening on your waist to help guide you now as you start riding him faster now.
"fuck, i love you," he says, eyes locked into yours. they're dark and wild, making your breath hitch. "i love you, my stubborn, infuriating, perfect girl."
you laugh softly and he kisses you again, swallowing the sound. your hands are everywhere, holding his shoulders, caressing his abs and chest. his hands roam just as greedily as yours. one cups your breast, thumb playing with your nipple, the other grips your ass, fingers digging in as he helps you bounce on him.
you ride him for a long time. both of you let out loud, pleasant sounds, whispering filthy praises and apologies between kissing.
suddenly, he lifts you up and flips you over. you're on your back now, he holds your thighs firmly and makes you wrap your legs around his waist as he settles between them. he thrusts back inside you deeply, making your back arch off the bed.
"satoru-oh-God-"
he groans at your sweet sounds, his forehead dropping against yours.
"need to fuck you properly." he murmurs.
he starts moving faster and harder, the feeling of him has you seeing stars. he grips your thighs, bringing your leg higher around his waist and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it hard as he pulls you against him to match his thrusts.
you touch him everywhere – hands in his hair, nails raking down his back. his mouth is everywhere on you, sucking marks onto your skin, kissing your lips hungrily. he doesn't stop fucking you perfectly. every time he pulls out and slams back in has you moaning his name out loud.
after a while, you release first, practically screaming against his shoulder. he follows a few seconds later, thrusting into you sloppily now before burying himself deep inside you and staying there while filling you up.
he half collapses on you, though he's careful not to crush you. his forehead rests on yours as you both of you pant into each other's mouths. for a while neither of you move from that position. eventually he pulls out, you both groan at the feeling of how sensitive you both are. he rolls onto his back beside you, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you against him. you turn in his arms to place your head on his chest and throw your leg over his thigh. he holds you tightly, leaving kisses on your temple and the top of your head.
soon, you fall asleep in what you think of as your favourite and safest space – wrapped in satoru's embrace.
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the next morning, you stir awake slowly, eyes fluttering open. once you're fully conscious, you notice satoru's gaze on you. he's propped up on one elbow, his head resting on his hand, watching you with the softest expression you've ever seen on him. his hair's a mess, and the sheet has slipped down to his waist, revealing the red marks you left on his chest and abs. he looks so peaceful, possessive and utterly in love. it's like he's been staring at you for a long while, watching you sleep.
you smile sleepily. he leans in slowly clearly wanting to kiss you, you mumble something about not brushing your teeth yet, but he clearly does not care. he kisses you deep and hungrily, tongue sliding inside your mouth. you a soft, embarrassed sound but he just hums, pleased and kisses you harder. his hand caresses your cheek before going under the covers to hold your waist and pull you right against him. you melt into the kiss despite your earlier grumbles about not brushing your teeth and your worries from last night about his absence.
when he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and you're both breathing hard.
"morning," he says in that rough morning voice you love, his nose brushing yours.
"morning," you whisper back, cheeks heating up.
right after that, his mouth trails down your jaw and neck, licking and nipping at your skin. he goes down lower, kissing your collarbone, between your breasts and your nipples. you gasp at the sensation, arching into him.
"satoru-"
"shh. let me make you feel good." he murmurs.
he disappears under the sheets, moving down your body. once he's settled between your thighs, he pushes them apart gently, then kisses along your inner thigh, teasing.
after his gentle kisses, he licks you all the way from your entrance to your clit. you moan out loudly, hands gripping the sheets when you hear his hum in approval. he goes straight to work, licking you hard and circling your clit. you're soaked, arousal mixed with his saliva. you grip his hair, needing something to hold. he slides two fingers inside you, finger-fucking you slow and deep while simultaneously sucking on you.
soon enough, you're releasing while moaning his name. he doesn't stop, only when you're weakly tugging at his hair from oversensitivity does he crawl up your body, kissing wherever he can as he comes back up. once he's back up, hovering over you, he kisses you slowly. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him even deeper.
"let's take a shower, hmm?"
he doesn't wait for you to answer him, he just picks you up and carries you the bathroom for a shower. in the shower, he helps you by washing you up, soaping your body, washing your hair and massaging his scalp. you return the favour, soaping his back, his chest and down his abs, teasing him by going lower until he catches your wrist, pins you to the slippery wall and kisses you dizzy.
soon the both of you finally come out the shower, wrapped in towels while trading lazy, loving kisses that he tries to turn dirty. you playfully swat him away so you can get ready for work.
every single morning, satoru is always much faster than you are – already dressed in suitable work clothes while you run around like a headless chicken. he makes you coffee while you dry your hair. and every time he comes to check on you, you notice how he looks at you in the mirror. it's not like the playful and flirtatious way he usually does, instead it's more observant and watchful.
when you walk into the bedroom to get dressed, he's already sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. he dims his screen as you step in and his eyes lift to you immediately. he watches you as you change into your work clothes, eyeing your body with an intensity that makes you heat up.
"you're staring at me, you creep." you play it lightly.
he huffs out a small laugh, since keeping his eyes glued onto you. "can't help it. you're beautiful."
you smile shyly and reach for your blouse. as you button it, satoru leans forward with his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together.
"hey," he says softly. "can i ask you something?"
you nod, glancing at him in the mirror. "yeah?"
"your boss." he says carefully. "the one you say has been giving you a hard time. what exactly does he do to you?"
you stomach drops at the question and mention of him. some stupid part of you hoped that satoru wouldn't have asked. but of course, he would. he's so protective over you, way too protective. you finish sliding your arms into the sleeve, focusing on the buttons so you don't have to meet his eyes.
"it's nothing," you say, trying to brush it off with a little shrug. "just typical superior bullshit, deadlines and nitpicking. the usual."
"Y/N."
the tone he uses makes you glance up at him again. his expression is calm, but there's something deeper underlying.
you force a smile. "really, toru. it's fine. and i don't really wanna talk about this. can we not do this right now?"
you focus on changing into your skirt and neatening up your hair. in the reflection you see him still watching you, his tongue is his cheek - the thing he does when he's usually pissed off and holding himself back. he relaxes himself and nods slowly.
"okay." he says without looking away.
you finish getting ready, and when you lean over the dresser to put your earrings on, he stands up and walks behind you. his hands settle on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder as he meets your eyes in the mirror again.
"you look perfect," he says, nibbling on your earlobe now.
you lean back into him. "thank you." he leaves a deep kiss on your neck before letting you go.
inside the car, he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and the other tracing circles on your thigh just as he usually does, except this time his hold on you is firmer and feels more protective.
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it's been a few nights since yours and satoru's silly argument and the insane deal that followed. at home, with him, things have been great. he's been on time for you every evening after work – sometimes waiting outside your workplace minutes before you even clock out. you know that being early for you might be challenging for him, because realistically his workload is a bit more demanding than yours is. but he loves you more than enough to go to that length to please you. of course, in return you reward him with sloppiest head or whatever else he finds pleasant. and whatever he finds pleasant – you do too. so basically, you two have spent the last few days fucking like rabbits.
you wake up slowly and a bit disorientated. your body is aching in best way possible. of course, the first thing you do is reach out for satoru craving his warmth, but you're met the feeling of the empty sheets instead. you lift your head, seeing that the time on the clock is 2:18AM. his side of the bed is empty and cold, as if he's been gone for a long time, it makes you feel uneasy.
you sit up, rubbing your eyes, trying to listen for any noise to indicate that he's around. but there's nothing, just silence. you get off the bed to stand up and head toward the door with the intention of going downstairs to hopefully find him there. but just as you open the door, satoru's already opening it from outside. you scan him immediately, sensing something off. even in the dark, you notice that his attire – he's in outside clothes, like he's just been out somewhere.
when he notices you, he jumps, startled. your stomach drops, not liking his reaction.
"hey," you say softly. "where were you?"
he's stunned for a few seconds, then forces a small smile. "just stepped out for a smoke. couldn't sleep, didn't want to wake you."
you instantly catch in that he's lying. he doesn't smell like smoke. he could've gone to smoke on the balcony. and who in their right minds would dress up just to go out to smoke?
you step toward him anyways, reaching out for a hug since you're still desperate for his warmth you couldn't have due to his strange absence. but he doesn't meet you halfway to bring you into his embrace, instead he leans in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you can fully process it.
"go back to bed, baby." he murmurs. "i'll be with you in a minute."
you search his face in the darkness with your heart beating a little too fast. "toru..."
"i'm just gonna shower quick," he says, already walking past you toward the en-suite bathroom. "just wanna wash up. go lie down, okay? i'll be right there."
he closes the door behind him before you can say anything. you stand there, staring at the closed door, listening to the shower starting up...
soon, you climb into bed and pull the covers up to your chin, lost in thought. where has he really been? and why is he lying to you?
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later on, you wake up feeling satoru's lips on your shoulder, he leaves a kiss there, then another on the nape of your neck. his arm is over your waist, fingers drawing patterns on your stomach.
"morning, beautiful." he murmurs in his rough voice.
he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose, your forehead then your lips. you hum into the kiss, enjoying it, but your mind wanders to how he lied to you in the early hours of the morning – how he was supposed to be in bed cuddling you but was absent in bed, and walking in from somewhere else instead.
but right now, you don't want to think of that, he's kissing you so affectionately and loving, it has your mind going blank.
he breaks the kiss to speak, "sleep okay?" he tucks strands of hair behind your ear.
"yeah," you lie a little, but smile anyway. "you?"
"slept so good after having you back in my arms." he kisses you deeper again, rolling you onto your back so he can hover over you, one of his thighs slide between yours. "you feel so good in the mornings. i could stay here all day."
you laugh softly, fingers threading into his hair. "we have work, unfortunately."
he groans loudly at that, burying his face in your neck. "unfortunately, we do."
he kisses you one more time, then rolls out of bed, stretching - you eye his delicious figure as the shirt rides up, revealing his body underneath it. you watch him walk out the room and down the hall. your suspicions from the morning aren't so worrying now. maybe you just overthought it, maybe he really just needed air.
you get up eventually, already dreading this day. you love your job, just hate your boss. over the past few years, you've been working at your job, he's tormented you and made most of your days a living hell. all because you refused to sleep with him. you could've reported him to hr, but it's unfortunate that the old hag is too powerfu. any of the poor other women who had gone through what you do and were brave enough to report it ended up jobless.
you've worked so hard to get to where you are, yes, you're qualified and deserving of a higher position, but the bastard has rejected you many times. your current position is forced to suffice, and it's something you can't afford to lose, so you have to endure all that he puts you through. the idea to tell satoru has always called out to you, but he's way too crazy over you. if he knew what goes on, you're sure he might end up a killer. so, you've stupidly decided to keep to yourself.
you shower, do your hair and change, and by the time you're done, satoru is as well. he's leaning against the counter sipping coffee, eyes lighting up when he sees you.
"fuck," he says quietly, setting his mug down. "you look way too good for that place."
"flattery won't get me to call in sick."
he steps close, hands going to your hips to pull you into him.
"worth a shot."
satoru fixes your collar while you button his sleeves, you neaten his hair while he zips your skirt up properly, his fingers lingering on your thighs as you two have a small make out session.
by the time you make it to the car, you're both a little untidy and laughing at nothing. he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with you to leave kisses on your knuckles every now and then.
once he parks outside your workplace, he turns to you. "come here," he instructs.
you lean over the console, expecting a quick kiss but it's definitely not quick. his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you deep. his tongue slides into your mouth, tasting you. you gasp into the kiss, fingers fisting into his shirt, making him groan before kissing you harder. he squeezes your thigh, pulling you closer.
your lipstick is definitely smudged and your hair's probably a mess. you giggle breathlessly when he pulls back to let you catch a break.
"satoru," you laugh, wiping his bottom lip with your thumb.
"you're gonna make me look unpresentable."
"that's okay," he says before stealing one deeper kiss from you. "then everyone will know you're mine."
you roll your eye with a racing heart, but of course you have to leave with one last peck. afterwards you get out the car, neatening yourself up before making your way inside. he watches you the whole way with a soft, possessive smile on his face.
the office feels different when you walk in. it's quiet in a weird way. your desk is still the same, everything exactly in place. but it's devoid of its usual tense, suffocating atmosphere. people glance at you as you pass, some offer small smiles. but no one is gossiping as they usually do. your boss's office door is closed with the lights off.
"hey," your only friend here at work says as she appears at your cubicle holding two coffees. "you okay?"
"yeah?" you say, confused. "why wouldn't i be?"
she leans in, lowering her voice when she speaks. "did you hear about mr ren?"
your stomach tightens at the mention of his name. "no...what happened?"
"i heard he called in this morning. said he had a 'family emergency' and won't be in all week. but-" she glances around before whispering softer. "someone said he was at urgent care last night. bruised and bloody... looked like he got attacked or something."
your heart stops, lia keeps going, oblivious. "weird, right? he's never missed a day...and hr sent an email - assignment of duties. everyone's freaking out a little."
you stare at your computer screen, fingers frozen on the keyboard. for some unknown reason satoru's face flashes in your mind... or perhaps, deep down the reason isn't entirely unknown, but you're choosing not to consider it.
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during the day, you've buried yourself in emails and reports. at about 3pm, you receive a new email, subject : reassignments. the email comes from director sato – director sato who's levels above your boss. to say you're nervous to meet with him is an understatement, but anyways you smooth your skirt, and make your way to the executive floor.
director sato's assistant smiles when you arrive and waves you right in. inside, director sato stands to greet you before gesturing to the chair across from his desk. the kindness and bright smile on his face eases your nerves immediately.
"y/n, thank you for coming. i'll get straight to it." he slides a folder across the table.
"effective immediately, you're being moved the senior strategics projects role. heard it's something you've applied for before."
your soul leaves your body – from hearing the greatest news. that role. the one you've always dreamed of getting. the one your prick of a boss rejected you for, even though you were perfectly qualified for it and suited for the roll.
"i... i don't understand," you manage to say in disbelief. "i thought the decision was already–"
he holds up his hand. "things changed. after an incident that i'm unable to get into detail about, i've done reviews on the workers here and find that your work is exceptional. you've really earned this, miss y/n."
tears prick at your eyes, you blink hard, trying to keep it together.
"this is... this is everything i've wanted. thank you. thank you so much."
he smiles, sliding a tissue over to you.
"congratulations. hr will send the formal letter this afternoon."
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by the time work is over, you're practically on cloud nine. you rush out the doors, eager to see him and bear the news. satoru is leaning against his car in the pickup zone with his hands in his pocket with a smile already on his face as if he knows a little secret.
you start running toward to him, he pushes off the car just in time, catching you as you launch yourself at him. your legs wrap around him and he holds you steadily under your thighs as you bury your face in his neck.
"i got it, satoru, i got it," happy tears fall onto his neck. "the promotion. the one i've always wanted."
he pulls back to look at you, grinning happily. "baby–" he laughs, spinning you around before setting you down but keeping you close. "holy shit, i'm so fucking proud of you."
you're crying happy tears again, laughing through it. "i can't believe it, toru."
he kisses you hard and you kiss him back, not thinking for a second that he may be one of the reasons you've so suddenly gotten this promotion.
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at home, satoru cooks your favourite dinner and gets out the most expensive wine you have to celebrate properly. you both eat together then sip the wine until you're both tipsy and giggly. after some time, you both sloppily kiss each other. satoru can't stop touching you, pulling you onto his lap with his tongue down your throat. when he pulls back, he's looking at you as if you're his everything and more.
"you're glowing," he says, staring at you with glassy eyes. "i've never seen you this happy."
you straddle him fully then, arms around his neck with your forehead against his. "because of you too. with you, everything is possible." you slur a bit.
his hands tighten on your hips; he looks so utterly satisfied hearing those words. again, he kisses you deep and passionately.
later on, when the wine bottle is empty, he carries you to bed. both of your clothes are taken off in record speed since he's eager to fuck the living daylights out of you.
he fucks you slow at first, eyes locked on yours as he said the sweetest things to you, about how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how proud he is of you and how no one else could ever compare to you. after that, he goes faster and rougher. his hips thrust into you so passionately, you screamed out.
he'd take you in so many positions, had you in so many different angles, you discovered just how flexible you are. you and satoru are always adventurous in bed, and with him you've discovered just how feral you truly are in bed. but tonight you've shocked yourself by how long you're going on for, you've released so many times. yet you can still go on.
he's got you on your back again, thrusting into you. his forearms are braced on either side of your head, caging you in. he's sweaty, the red marks you left on his chest are standing out completely - you don't think you've seen something so ethereal in your entire life. again, his eyes don't leave yours, he's staring down at you with that proud and possessive lovesick look he's had all night.
you're already so close, thighs trembling around his waist. gasping every time he bottoms out. your hands grip onto his shoulders, sliding up to tangle in his damp hair to pull him down for a messy kiss. he groans into your mouth, pounding into you harder.
"my perfect girl," he rasps against your lips roughly. "you're finally getting everything you deserve."
you whimper, arching into him, too lost in the overwhelming sensations to catch the weight behind his words. he slows down a bit, just to get in nice and deep and stay buried for a while. his hips circle in a way that feels so good, it has your eyes fluttering shut.
he speaks close to your ear, licking your earlobe, "no one's ever gonna stand in your way again, baby," he murmurs. "no one will ever hurt you and get away with it, i'll make sure of it. just like i did with him."
your eyes snap open, he doesn't stop moving. he cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek tenderly.
"i told you i'd take care of you," he whispers. "and i always keep my promises. i'm just sorry i didn't take care of it sooner."
your boyfriend is late to date night and is willing to do anything for your forgiveness.
You let out an exasperated sigh, looking at the time. He’s late to yet another one of your date nights. You had set the table, lit candles and ordered his favourite takeout. You contemplated cooking Satoru’s favourite meal, but you had no time, since you had finished work quite late today.
In all honesty, it’s just frustrating - coming home after a tiring day, all excited to see your boyfriend, only to be let down. Even though you’re not planning to reply, you open your texts from him.
Satoru :
babyy, im rushing over
pleasee don’t be mad at me.
im sorry im late i’ll die if ure angry
It’s going on 10pm, he’s supposed to be here at 7:30. You had taken time to make sure you’re perfect and ready for him – you shaved, put on the sweetest smelling moisturizer, put on a little surprise for him under your robe.
You hear his signature knock on your door, followed by a louder one.
“Princess?” The usual playfulness in his voice is gone and replaced with desperation and slight panic. “Y/N, my sweet, beautiful, perfect girlfriend… I know you’re in there.”
You stand by the door with your arms crossed, refusing to answer him.
“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” you hear a thud on the door, meaning he’s probably resting his forehead on it. “Work was crazy today – it’s a long story. I will explain everything if you let me. I’m so sorry, please forgive me. I’m dying out here.”
Still, you don’t speak,
“Please open up. I’ll get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness. I don’t care if the neighbours see me.”
You bite on your lip, while trying to ignore the traitorous flutter in your stomach. Oh, he’s so in love with you, it’s embarrassing. Satoru Gojo – the strongest, cockiest man alive. Turns into a complete mess the second you’re angry at him. A yearner does not even begin to describe him. He’s obsessed, possessive in the best ways, always touching you as if he needs the contact to breathe. Always telling you how you’re all his, how much he loves you when he fucks you.
There’s a softer knock on the door this time, “Y/N, please. I’ve been missing you the whole day. I couldn’t wait to get home to you. If you don’t let me in I’m just gonna sit here all night and tell you how much I love you.”
“Okay fine!” you open the door, not wanting him to scar your poor elderly neighbours.
He stands there at the door, looking like a disaster (a very delicious-looking one). His white hair is tousled as if he’s been running his hands through it, his jacket buttons and undone and his blindfold pulled down around his neck so you could see his pleading blue eyes.
Before you can even move back, he steps forward and wraps those stupidly strong arms around you, lifting you off the ground and burying his face in your neck, breathing you in.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your neck. “I’m so sorry. I hate myself for making you wait.”
You stay stiff in his hold, arms at your sides as he holds you suspended. As discreetly as possible, you inhale his scent. He smells so good, like everything you love, like home.
“I was really mad, Satoru.” you mutter, trying to sound stern even as you melt into him just a little.
“I know, I know.” he sets you down but doesn’t let you go. He holds your waist, those long fingers digging into your skin.
Usually, he’s always in control, always dominant but right now he’s handed all of that to you,
“Tell me how to fix it. Anything. I’ll buy you whatever you want. I’ll cancel all my missions for a month. I’d even let you peg me – no, I’m kidding about that. But I might consider it if it means you’ll forgive me.”
You can’t help the small laugh that you let out. Damn him. He lights up at the sound.
“I missed that sound.”
He drops to his knees in front of you, hands sliding up your thighs.
“Please, princess. Tell me what to do.”
You look down at him. Satoru Gojo actually on his knees. Your anger cracks away a little more. But you are not done tormenting him.
“You’re gonna spoil me. We’re gonna try that new fancy restaurant I was telling you about, the new designer bag I wanted, and we’re going on a trip to Okinawa.”
“Yes,” he says immediately, staring up at you. “All of it. I’ll book it tonight. Gonna make sure to book a private villa so nobody can hear when I fuck you on every surface.”
You raise an eyebrow, fingers threading through his hair, making him shiver at the contact. “And…”
“Anything at all.” he repeats, his voice dropping into that dominant rumble he tends to use when he’s got you pinned beneath him. “Name it, baby.”
You stay silent for a few seconds before speaking. “You’re also gonna eat me out, and then you’re gonna fuck me. Nice and good. Then maybe I’ll forgive you.”
Satoru’s breath hitches, those pleading puppy eyes darken. He looks thrilled to hear your request. He smirks up at you.
“Oh, fuck yes.” he growls, relieved and lustful.
He stands up back on his feet, so now you have to tilt your head back to look up into his eyes. He carries you in his arms again, your back hits the nearest wall as he presses against you. You feel how rock hard he is already. He gets so turned on when you boss him around like that.
“That’s my girl. Demanding what you want.”
“I’m gonna bury my face between your thighs, gonna have you dripping down my chin, lick you so good until you’re coming in my mouth. Then I’m gonna turn you over and fuck you deep.” His mouth hovers over yours. “You want that huh, baby?”
You nod eagerly. He kisses you then – softly at first until it turns messy and filthy, saliva dripping down each other’s chins. Satoru dominates the kiss of course, licking his tongue into your mouth and nibbling softly on your bottom lip. His hands roam your body, squeezing your ass, pulling you against his cock in his pants.
“Gonna fuck you so good, baby. Gonna show you how sorry I am.” he promises roughly.
You’re still a little mad that the date night didn’t go as you pleased, but you know one thing for sure – your boyfriend is definitely about to make up for it.
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synopsis – after finding out that your ex could fulfil your desires in bed, your best friend offers to do it for you, himself.
pairing – satoru gojo x fem reader
It's been three long months of surviving your best friend, Satoru's absence. Two months of texts and video calls, instead of seeing him in person as you always used to. It was weird, since back then you could not last two days without seeing him – he was your favourite person after all. Your comfort, the other half of your soul, the platonic love of your life.
But it was your own fault that caused your great separation from your dear friend. You had gotten into a relationship, your very first real one. Bagging your long-time crush, Kento was a daydream come true, so when the majestic man had asked you to be his girlfriend, you could not resist saying yes. Even when the bargain came with you taking a step back from your clingy, close friendship with Satoru.
You hesitated at first, thinking of it as a red flag that Kento wanted you to stop meeting your best friend as frequently as you did before. There was nothing going on between you and Satoru, and nothing ever will. Sure, Satoru is smoking hot, gentle, handsome, smart, talented and everything you'd want in a guy, but he was just your friend. That's all. You could never see him in a romantic sense...
To keep the peace in your blossoming relationship with your seemingly perfect boyfriend, you agreed to spend a little less time with Satoru. No more random dates with him, no more sleepovers, no more clubbing. Instead you invested all of that time into your relationship with Kento.
It started off as maybe seeing Satoru once or twice a week, instead of about five. Until you weren't seeing him at all. You didn't like declining his invitations to meet up, you didn't like not seeing your person. But if you truly wanted things to work with Kento, you had to. You told yourself that it would just be for a short while, that over time Kento would lighten up and see that Satoru was not a threat to him, but you might've been wrong.
It took ending your relationship with Kento for you to see Satoru in your space again.
Your relationship ended for personal reasons – something that was definitely your fault, but something you couldn't really force yourself to take part in either. Either way, the breakup hurt you. Even as you tried to live your life normally the week after, you had come to the realisation that you needed someone to be there. And who better to call than the best friend you had been wrongfully neglecting for the past three months?
After a few hours of you crying on his chest, having him console you and feed you ice cream, Satoru is now rambling about his busy month – the growing success of his tattoo shop, the shenanigans he's gotten up to with your mutual friends, the girls he's been seeing, he tells you every single thing he's been up to, not forgetting any detail.
You two go on to talk about anything else you can think of. The thing with you and Satoru is, you can discuss the most random topic and it'd still end up being the most interesting conversation you've had. He knows you, knows how to intrigue you, how to make you smile on your worst days imaginable. You're so glad he came over when you called, because you're feeling way better than you have the whole week... maybe even better than you have in the past three months.
After hours of catching up, you've decided to grab a six pack beer from the fridge. You've never really liked the taste of beer. It only started growing on you after you used to buy packs to keep for Satoru whenever he came over. You knew how much he loved his beers so you made sure to stack up for him. In return his cupboards were full of chocolate and candy for you.
You two carry on the conversations, sipping beer, when Satoru asks you the one question you've been dreading.
"So what happened?" he looks over at you curiously. "Why'd you two break up?"
You sigh, sitting up and looking down at the floor, thinking how to get it out. With anyone else you'd be embarrassed to actually talk about the reason. But this is Satoru, you don't feel any sense of embarrassment when it comes to him. Although, you are worried that he might tease you.
"Promise you're not gonna judge me." you hold out your pinky finger.
Satoru raises an eyebrow, looking at your little finger that's slightly hooked and waiting for him to make the truce.
"Why would I ever judge you? Hm?" he asks.
It's true, Satoru would never judge you. You could do the most preposterous thing known to man and he'd still find you acceptable.
"Just promise me."
"Fine." Satoru sighs with a roll of his eyes and hooks his pinky with yours.
Okay yes, he does judge you but he cannot fathom why a grown ass woman still makes pinky promises.
"Kento and I broke up because..."
You hesitantly look up at Satoru, he's staring at you, patiently waiting for your answer.
"Oh Gosh, Toru, it's quite embarrassing to say out loud." you admit.
"Chubs, you're not forced to tell me. If it makes you uncomfortable then–"
"No no," you cut him off. "I wanna tell you. We don't keep secrets from each other."
Satoru offers you a smile. Four years ago, the two of you made the rule that there was no such thing as 'TMI' in your friendship. You two share everything with each other. It had gotten so bad to the point that you sometimes video called each other... while on the toilet.
"Soo, well. It happened because..." you drift your eyes to the floor, again not completing your sentence.
Satoru purses his lips, wondering why the hell you're taking so long to tell him why. Was it bad? He hopes it wasn't bad. If Kento had done something to you, Satoru would be more than willing to drive to that fuckface's house and beat him up. In fact he's been itching to do something like. Satoru could not stand Kento from the time you mentioned that you were dating him.
Satoru couldn't understand exactly why. When you first introduced them, Kento seemed cool, he passed the vibe check, he had no red flags. But Satoru fucking hated him. Kento didn't deserve you, you were too good for him. Satoru could not stand the fact that he got to call you 'his'. You were not his. You were Satoru's.
And yess, Satoru saw you as his friend. As just a friend. Just his best friend. Nothing more. Nothing at all. At least that's what he's been telling himself for the past few years, so that's what he's come to believe.
Satoru did realise that his hatred over your dumb fuck boyfriend was rooted to a reason he was not going to yet admit, the confession would break your perfect friendship if you didn't feel the same way. And that would ruin him. These past five years with you as his platonic soulmate have been the best years of his life. Oh, how Satoru loves you. You're the best part of him, the light of his life, his everything and more.
He cannot lose you, so he'll gladly take what he can of you, and that is you as his best friend. It's such a precious relationship, he is damn grateful.
"Toru?" you snap your fingers in front of his face, bringing him back from his daze.
He blinks and looks at you, "Yeah?"
"I was about to tell you why Kento and I broke up."
"Oh yeah, go on."
You take a little breath before speaking. "It was actually really stupid. Kento was angry at me because I didn't let him go down on me."
Satoru tilts his head to the side in slight confusion, trying to compute what he just heard.
"You didn't let him go down on you as in, you didn't let him..."
"Eat me out." you finish for him.
Satoru stares at you for a good few seconds, a bit perplexed. "I'm sorry, chubs, I'm a little lost here." he takes a moment to think about his next words, not really knowing what to say. "You didn't want him to eat you out, he got mad and you broke up?"
You cringe at how it sounds coming out of his mouth. "Well, it wasn't necessarily like that." you pout to which he huffs out a laugh.
"How was it then?" he asks
"Well of course you know that Kento was my first."
Another fucking reason why Satoru cannot stand that bitch Kento.
"Yeah, I'm aware." Satoru says, trying his best to hide his annoyance.
"So," you continue. "I never really enjoyed the sex with him. It was... it was really mid to be honest."
Satoru bursts out laughing, causing you to look at him in pure disbelief. You swat his shoulder, but he carries on laughing. Satoru's laugh is very contagious, you find yourself trying to stifle your own laugh, though it comes out anyway.
"Damn, that sucks. I'd die of embarrassment if a woman said having sex with me is mid." he says as his laughter finally dies down.
"How do you know a woman has never said that, hm? She could've said it behind your back." you tease him.
"Nah," Satoru shakes his head. "I know for a fact, I'm good at my game."
The confidence in his tone does not shock you. Satoru can be a cocky bastard sometimes. You also know for a fact that he isn't lying. Satoru has fucked one of your mutual acquaintances – a girl you were quite fond before, but then after hearing she got railed by Satoru, you started looking at her with complete envy. She ranted about how Satoru was the best fuck she's ever had, how she couldn't wait to have again. It pissed you off for some strange reason.
"I am sure you are." you fake a disbelieving tone, just to rile him up.
He raises an eyebrow at you "I definitely am."
You roll your eyes and take another sip of your beer, trying to digest the sudden feeling of collywobbles in your stomach, caused by his tone. You also feel a bit envious of your best friend. It's fair. So unfair that his sex life is perfect, that the women he spends his nights with enjoy him, while you're sitting here admitting that your ex was a lacklustre in bed.
"Bold claim," you mutter, trying to play it cool. "But okay, Mr sex master. Enlighten me then."
Satoru sits back against the couch, stretching his arms along the back. He studies you for a few seconds with something a little dark in his eyes.
"You really wanna know?" he asks, rough and a little playful.
You shrug your shoulders. "I mean... you brought it up. And clearly you think you're qualified to judge Kento's performance."
He snorts. "I don't need to judge. You already did that for me." he pauses, smirks to himself then continues. "Mid, huh?"
You groan and cover your face with your hands. "Stop saying it like that. It makes me sound awful."
"Nah," he pulls one of your wrists down so you have to look at him. "He probably didn't know what he was doing, or didn't take the time to figure out what you might like"
He had the perfect chance and blew it, is what Satoru actually meant to say. He had been blessed with the golden opportunity to take your virginity and instead of making the most of it, making you feel ecstatic, giving you the pleasure you deserve, he made it mundane. Let's just say if Satoru had gotten that chance, he would've made sure it was everything for you. He'd prioritise your pleasure over you, make you come like crazy, make sure that it was so perfect that you could never even think of having another man.
"Perhaps, you're right, Toru." you sigh, another small pout forming on your lips. "Maybe he was doing wrong, and focusing on his pleasure. It's not a big deal, but I'm just bummed. Kinda expected it to be magical."
"Oh trust me, it'd be magical alright." Satoru's head shoots up. He didn't mean to say that out loud! "Well, I mean when you find the right guy of course."
"I don't think it'll be as soon as I hoped." you hug your knees, staring at the coffee table in front of you. "I want to be intimate with a guy who knows me, someone I'd be really comfortable with, someone who I trust. You know? I would want someone I'm not close to. I couldn't imagine sleeping with him, or having him... go down on me."
As if the exact person you described is not fucking sitting next you.
Satoru notices the sad expression that's taken over your face. He knows that sex was always something you've been curious about – thanks to all the books you've read since you were a pre-teen. It's something that you were shy to do, but excited at the time. You always thought that it would satisfy you in the best ways, and it would be something you craved. So he can't imagine how disheartened you'd been to have had a tedious experience.
One of things Satoru absolutely loves to do, takes great pleasure in doing is making you happy. He'd gladly make that the sole purpose of his life if you'd let him. So naturally, knowing that you're upset over something fills him up with the obsessive need to change that. Especially if he has the great ability to help you...
"You're comfortable with me, yeah?" he asks roughly.
You lift your head up and blink at him. "What?"
"I know you better than anyone. You trust me. We're close..."
He's staring at you now, in a way that has your heart beating way too fast. What is he playing at?
"Well yes, of course, Toru–"
"So don't you think I'd be able to help you?"
You gasp as your eyes widen at your best friend. "Help me how?" you ask, whispering.
Satoru tilts his head, maintaining eye contact with you.
"You said it yourself," he murmurs. "You want someone who knows you. Someone you trust. Who's close to you."
You glance down for a second, nodding.
"That's me, Chubs. That's always been me."
Your mouth opens then closes. You don't know what to say to that. This is Satoru. You've always believed that you could never look at him romantically, never see him as more that your best friend. Yet, you're feeling thrilled. You're finally letting yourself imagine what it would be like to cross a few boundaries.
"Satoru."
He moves even closer to you, so close that you feel his body heat.
"I'm not saying we have to do anything," he continues, his eyes don't leave yours. "But Y/N, we've been friends for years, I know you through and through. Don't you think I'd know how to make you feel good?"
Your thighs press together at his suggestions.
"I'm obviously not expecting anything, Chubs. I just want to help my best friend. To prove to you that sex isn't mid, and that I can be everything you were hoping for."
Your breath hitches, your heart rate spiking once again. You inhale his scent and subtly check him out. Yeah, if he wasn't your best friend, you'd have definitely developed an infatuation over him.
"And if I say yes?" you ask with a shaky voice."What then?"
Satoru's gaze drops down to your lips for a second before he looks into your eyes. "Then you let me take care of you the way you deserve."
He leans in slowly, inching even closer to you. "Tell me what you want, baby." he whispers.
You mentally moan at the way he calls you baby, it comes out so rough and raspy. Satoru's called you baby a few times, and it's always given you tingles.
When you don't answer, he speaks again. "Use your words. Like we always do. No secrets, remember?"
Your heart is in your ass by now, but your body is already speaking for you. You lean more into you and grip the front of his shirt gently.
"I want..." you swallow hard, not believing the words that you're about to speak to your best friend. "I want you to show me. Please, Toru. Make it magical."
"Trust me, I will." he licks his lips before asking softly, "Can I kiss you, Chubs?"
Your heart skips a beat. You barely think about it, you just nod your head. Once you give him the confirmation, he leans in slowly. His lips brush against yours gently and very hesitantly at first, your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his lips on yours. The moment you respond to his kiss, he cups your jaw and the kiss becomes hungrier. He tilts his head to kiss you properly, a soft moan slips out of you.
You don't even realise how badly you've wanted to kiss him until this moment right now.
Satoru lets out a rough moan at the sound of your pretty one as he continues kissing you. Before you can process it, his hands are gripping your waist so he can pull you onto his lap to straddle him. Your knees sink into the couch on either side of his thighs and you're pressed right against him, your chest against his.
You keep kissing, slow and intense, tongues colliding. His hands slide up and down your back while yours go around his neck. After a short moment, you feel the hard bulge pressing against your inner thigh through his sweats. Your brain short circuits for a few seconds. You pull back and glance between you and him, biting on your lip.
"What if this ruins our friendship, Toru?" you ask soft and hesitant.
Satoru shakes his head immediately. One of his hands finds yours and he intertwines them.
"Nothing could ever ruin our friendship. This is just me taking care of you, okay? I wouldn't be cool knowing I could make you feel good and I didn't. You're my best friend, Y/N. Nothing will ever change that."
You exhale shakily and nod. "Well, that's good to hear." you murmur before glancing at him. "Because I'm kinda ovulating."
The words tumble out before you can stop them, and the second he registers them you want to bury yourself in the deepest hole. How could you speak so intimately to him? Satoru raises an eyebrow, a smirk forms on his face.
"Oh yeah?" he asks, low and rough. "Then I better get that sorted out for you, huh?"
Before you can reply, he picks you up in his arms, you wrap your legs around his waist with a little squeak. His hands are secure under your thighs as he starts walking toward your bedroom while messily kissing your mouth, grinning at your giggles.
Once you're in the bedroom, Satoru sets you down on the bed. He stands between yours knees and bends to kiss you more. He's already obsessed with your lips and he hasn't even been doing this for ten minutes. They're so soft, warm and fit perfectly with his, as if they were made to kiss his. Every little sound you make goes straight to his cock. He could do this for hours, just kiss you and feel the way you melt into him like you've been wanting to do this too.
After another make-out session, you pull back. You look up at him through your eyelashes, smiling. "Are you gonna keep kissing me all night, or are you gonna actually show me what I've been missing out on?"
Satoru's jaw tightens and his eyes close for a second, before he opens them again. "Yeah, I'm gonna show you, baby. Promise."
He guides you backward until you're laying down on the bed, he hovers over you, taking you in – your hair's all messy, your lips swollen and his heart does something kind of strange and warm.
He leans down, pecks your lips three times, then goes down lower, he presses open mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck. When he gets under your ear, he nips there softly, and you tilt your head giving him access.
You smell so fucking good, Satoru thinks. The sweet scent you always have fills his nostrils, driving him insane. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before he kisses down further. His hands slide up your sides, his thumbs tracing the hem of your camisole.
He looks up at you, asking gently. "Can I take this off?"
You nod without hesitation. Satoru sits back on his knees and slowly takes the top of your body. You lift your arms to help him, until the camisole is gone and your breasts spill free. Satoru's brain becomes scrambled eggs. Fuck. He's seen you in all kinds of things over the years. In tight tops without wearing a bra when it was just you and him, in bikinis at the beach or pool parties. He's always known that you have a nice body, but seeing it naked. Is truly something else entirely.
Your breasts are perfect, soft and full, it's got his mouth watering and his hands itching to touch. He stares at them with his mouth slightly ajar, still trying to process what is actually happening. He must be wet dreaming again.
If any other guy was staring at you like this, you'd probably feel uncomfortable and shy away. But with Satoru, it's different. You're completely comfortable with him checking you out, you feel safe and wanted.
His eyes meet yours as he leans down slowly until his lips brush over your nipple softly before he opens his mouth and takes it in. You gasp when he twirls his tongue around your sensitive bud. He does it continuously while squeezing your other breast. They feel incredible, as if they're meant to be touched and sucked by him. He becomes a little rougher and hungrier. Groaning against you, switching sides and eating at your tits harder.
Everything about this is making him stupidly, painfully horny. He doesn't think that he's ever been this turned on in his life. His cock is practically throbbing in his pants, desperately needing to be touched. But he takes his time with you. He keeps sucking, kneading and massages your breasts. He leaves a few marks on you, knowing that he probably shouldn't have, but he couldn't resist marking you up. You're breathing and moaning louder now, fingers threading through his hair. Every time he hums or groans of approval sends sparks between your legs.
Satoru finally lifts his head, his lips are shiny and eyes half lidded. "You're so beautiful, Chubs." he murmurs, pressing one last open mouthed kiss between your breasts before crawling back up to hover over you properly.
Your hand lifts up to his hair to gently brush away the soft locks of hair away from his forehead. For a long moment, you just stare into each other's eyes. And, again something intense between the two of you.
You swallow hard before speaking, "Toru...are you gonna...are we gonna fuck?"
Satoru's gaze stays locked on yours as he tugs on his lip piercing with his teeth. He shakes his head with a small smile.
"No, baby. Not tonight. I'm not gonna fuck you yet." he leans down and gently nips at your bottom lip, tugs it between his teeth, then lets go. "But I would love to pleasure you. I'd love to make you feel good. That okay?"
You bite your own lip, nerves and excitement bubbling together. "Okay."
He kisses the corner of your mouth before his hands slide down your body to take off your underwear and shorts, discarding it somewhere. Once they're off, he shifts down lower and settles between your legs. Two of his fingers come up to his mouth, he licks them until wet with his saliva and brings them down, between your thighs, while maintaining eye contact with you.
You suck in a sharp breath the second his fingertips touch your folds. He parts you gently and starts rubbing circles over you causing your breath to hitch and eyes to flutter shut.
"Eyes on me, baby." he whispers to you.
You force your eyes open, meeting his dark ones. He starts rubbing faster, and you find yourself enjoying it. The wet sounds of him rubbing your clit fill the room, along with your shallow gasps. Satoru watches your reactions, they turn him on even more.
After a minute, he places one finger at your entrance. He circles around it teasingly at first, before sliding it into you carefully, giving you time to adjust. The stretch is good, it makes you jolt and whine.
"Shh, easy, baby." he soothes, his free hand caressing your hip.
He starts moving his finger inside you, slowly thrusting into you. You're not entirely sure why, but one of his fingers feels better than your ex's dick inside you.
He finger-fucks you with one digit for a while before adding another finger, scissoring them to open you up more. The fullness has you whimpering and closing your eyes again, but you snap them open again, keeping them in him just as he requested. Satoru's watching you intently, his own breath heavy now. His fingers pumping in and out of you, have your toes curling. Your fingers grab into his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt as the pleasure builds.
"Toru–" you moan, needily.
He groans deeply at that sound. "That's it, baby."
He leans down and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss. His tongue thrusts into your mouth the same way his fingers thrust into you. He carries on until you're releasing down his fingers.
Your thighs clamp around his wrist and you arch off the bed, moaning into his mouth. He fingers you slowly now, swallowing your moans. When you calm down, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth to lick them clean, groaning at your taste.
You're trying to catch your breath while staring at him awe-struck, not entirely believing what just happened.
"What?" he asks, amused.
You let out a shaky laugh. "That might've been the best sexual experience I've ever had."
Satoru tilts his head, genuinely surprised, his lips twitch as he fights another burst of laughter. "Really? All I used were two fingers. Damn was sex with your ex that bad?"
You groan, "Don't make me say it out loud again."
You're still in your post orgasm haze when he starts sliding further down your body. His hands find your thighs and he rubs circles on your skin as he looks up at you, soft but hungry
"Can I eat you out, Chubs?" he asks gently.
You nibble on your bottom lip, heart beat speeding up again. This would make you feel vulnerable, but it's Satoru offering – your Satoru. So you give him a nod.
His whole face lights up with that big bunny smile you love so much. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Satoru sits up to pull his shirt off and throw it somewhere. Your mouth goes a little dry at the sight. Fuck, your best friend is so hot. Of course, you've seen him shirtless a gazillion times, but seeing him shirtless now feels completely different. You've always wanted to touch, to run your hands over him... to lick his abs.
Unfortunately, you do not get the chance to stare as much as you would've liked to because he moves lower and settles between your thighs, spreading your legs open. He looks at your pussy, his eyes greedy. He licks his lips and your whole body heats up. He leans in and blows cool air over you causing you to twitch.
"Toru..." you whisper.
He licks you from your entrance to your clit. You jolt at the foreign sensations and your legs try to shut. He holds your thighs, keeping you open.
"Relax for me, baby." he says before kissing your inner thigh. "It's gonna feel so good."
You nod and reach for his hand to hold. He uses his shoulders to keep you open for him and starts licking you gently.
A whimper escapes your throat. "Toru..."
He moans against you in response, the vibration shooting through your core. Satoru presses his whole face deeper, nose against your clit as he laps at you like he's starving. His tongue circles your clit then pushes inside.
Your legs are now over his shoulders, heels digging into his back. Your hands get tangled into his hair, gripping on it and keeping him down there. You had no idea it could feel like this, so magnificent...
Satoru is in heaven. What the fuck? Why do you taste so good? He's eaten out girls before, a few, but nothing can compare to this. He finds you sweet and almost addictive. He may know the reason as to why you taste this good – your pineapple obsession. It's your favourite food, you eat it at least three times a week. So that's got to be the reason why you taste so delectable. He doesn't know for sure and he doesn't really care either. He just knows that he could stay here forever, buried between your thighs.
He grips your ass with his free hand, pulling you even closer to his mouth so he can get in deeper. He tongue fucks into you then gently sucks on your bud, humming when you start grinding against his face.
You're moaning loudly now, pleasure quickly growing as Satoru continues devouring you. He doesn't slow down for a second, not even to breathe. His sole purpose at this moment is to get you releasing into his mouth. Your arousal is dripping down his chin, but he's not interested. He just wants more, more of your taste, more of your pretty, sweet sounds.
Soon you're releasing for the second time, much more than the first one. Your back arches off the bed and the loudest moan of his name leaves your throat. Satoru hums, licking up your release. He keeps going until you're whining from the overstimulation
Once he's cleaned up most of the mess, he pulls back, finally allowing himself to catch a breath. You lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling while your brain tries to reboot.
And then the thoughts start to creep in. What does this mean for your friendship for now? How are you ever supposed to go back to normal when's had his mouth on you, his fingers and tongue inside you. How will you survive in his presence and not crave this again and again?
Satoru crawls up your body, kissing you wherever he can until he's hovering over you again. He brushes away the hair from the face with a tender smile. But similar questions worry his mind. He wants to feast on you every day. Wake up with his face between your thighs, make you come on his tongue for breakfast. He wants to cherish you and keep you like this forever.
But you're both best friends and you hope that you have not ruined that.
synopsis – after finding out that your ex could fulfil your desires in bed, your best friend offers to do it for you, himself.
pairing – satoru gojo x fem reader
It's been three long months of surviving your best friend, Satoru's absence. Two months of texts and video calls, instead of seeing him in person as you always used to. It was weird, since back then you could not last two days without seeing him – he was your favourite person after all. Your comfort, the other half of your soul, the platonic love of your life.
But it was your own fault that caused your great separation from your dear friend. You had gotten into a relationship, your very first real one. Bagging your long-time crush, Kento was a daydream come true, so when the majestic man had asked you to be his girlfriend, you could not resist saying yes. Even when the bargain came with you taking a step back from your clingy, close friendship with Satoru.
You hesitated at first, thinking of it as a red flag that Kento wanted you to stop meeting your best friend as frequently as you did before. There was nothing going on between you and Satoru, and nothing ever will. Sure, Satoru is smoking hot, gentle, handsome, smart, talented and everything you'd want in a guy, but he was just your friend. That's all. You could never see him in a romantic sense...
To keep the peace in your blossoming relationship with your seemingly perfect boyfriend, you agreed to spend a little less time with Satoru. No more random dates with him, no more sleepovers, no more clubbing. Instead you invested all of that time into your relationship with Kento.
It started off as maybe seeing Satoru once or twice a week, instead of about five. Until you weren't seeing him at all. You didn't like declining his invitations to meet up, you didn't like not seeing your person. But if you truly wanted things to work with Kento, you had to. You told yourself that it would just be for a short while, that over time Kento would lighten up and see that Satoru was not a threat to him, but you might've been wrong.
It took ending your relationship with Kento for you to see Satoru in your space again.
Your relationship ended for personal reasons – something that was definitely your fault, but something you couldn't really force yourself to take part in either. Either way, the breakup hurt you. Even as you tried to live your life normally the week after, you had come to the realisation that you needed someone to be there. And who better to call than the best friend you had been wrongfully neglecting for the past three months?
After a few hours of you crying on his chest, having him console you and feed you ice cream, Satoru is now rambling about his busy month – the growing success of his tattoo shop, the shenanigans he's gotten up to with your mutual friends, the girls he's been seeing, he tells you every single thing he's been up to, not forgetting any detail.
You two go on to talk about anything else you can think of. The thing with you and Satoru is, you can discuss the most random topic and it'd still end up being the most interesting conversation you've had. He knows you, knows how to intrigue you, how to make you smile on your worst days imaginable. You're so glad he came over when you called, because you're feeling way better than you have the whole week... maybe even better than you have in the past three months.
After hours of catching up, you've decided to grab a six pack beer from the fridge. You've never really liked the taste of beer. It only started growing on you after you used to buy packs to keep for Satoru whenever he came over. You knew how much he loved his beers so you made sure to stack up for him. In return his cupboards were full of chocolate and candy for you.
You two carry on the conversations, sipping beer, when Satoru asks you the one question you've been dreading.
"So what happened?" he looks over at you curiously. "Why'd you two break up?"
You sigh, sitting up and looking down at the floor, thinking how to get it out. With anyone else you'd be embarrassed to actually talk about the reason. But this is Satoru, you don't feel any sense of embarrassment when it comes to him. Although, you are worried that he might tease you.
"Promise you're not gonna judge me." you hold out your pinky finger.
Satoru raises an eyebrow, looking at your little finger that's slightly hooked and waiting for him to make the truce.
"Why would I ever judge you? Hm?" he asks.
It's true, Satoru would never judge you. You could do the most preposterous thing known to man and he'd still find you acceptable.
"Just promise me."
"Fine." Satoru sighs with a roll of his eyes and hooks his pinky with yours.
Okay yes, he does judge you but he cannot fathom why a grown ass woman still makes pinky promises.
"Kento and I broke up because..."
You hesitantly look up at Satoru, he's staring at you, patiently waiting for your answer.
"Oh Gosh, Toru, it's quite embarrassing to say out loud." you admit.
"Chubs, you're not forced to tell me. If it makes you uncomfortable then–"
"No no," you cut him off. "I wanna tell you. We don't keep secrets from each other."
Satoru offers you a smile. Four years ago, the two of you made the rule that there was no such thing as 'TMI' in your friendship. You two share everything with each other. It had gotten so bad to the point that you sometimes video called each other... while on the toilet.
"Soo, well. It happened because..." you drift your eyes to the floor, again not completing your sentence.
Satoru purses his lips, wondering why the hell you're taking so long to tell him why. Was it bad? He hopes it wasn't bad. If Kento had done something to you, Satoru would be more than willing to drive to that fuckface's house and beat him up. In fact he's been itching to do something like. Satoru could not stand Kento from the time you mentioned that you were dating him.
Satoru couldn't understand exactly why. When you first introduced them, Kento seemed cool, he passed the vibe check, he had no red flags. But Satoru fucking hated him. Kento didn't deserve you, you were too good for him. Satoru could not stand the fact that he got to call you 'his'. You were not his. You were Satoru's.
And yess, Satoru saw you as his friend. As just a friend. Just his best friend. Nothing more. Nothing at all. At least that's what he's been telling himself for the past few years, so that's what he's come to believe.
Satoru did realise that his hatred over your dumb fuck boyfriend was rooted to a reason he was not going to yet admit, the confession would break your perfect friendship if you didn't feel the same way. And that would ruin him. These past five years with you as his platonic soulmate have been the best years of his life. Oh, how Satoru loves you. You're the best part of him, the light of his life, his everything and more.
He cannot lose you, so he'll gladly take what he can of you, and that is you as his best friend. It's such a precious relationship, he is damn grateful.
"Toru?" you snap your fingers in front of his face, bringing him back from his daze.
He blinks and looks at you, "Yeah?"
"I was about to tell you why Kento and I broke up."
"Oh yeah, go on."
You take a little breath before speaking. "It was actually really stupid. Kento was angry at me because I didn't let him go down on me."
Satoru tilts his head to the side in slight confusion, trying to compute what he just heard.
"You didn't let him go down on you as in, you didn't let him..."
"Eat me out." you finish for him.
Satoru stares at you for a good few seconds, a bit perplexed. "I'm sorry, chubs, I'm a little lost here." he takes a moment to think about his next words, not really knowing what to say. "You didn't want him to eat you out, he got mad and you broke up?"
You cringe at how it sounds coming out of his mouth. "Well, it wasn't necessarily like that." you pout to which he huffs out a laugh.
"How was it then?" he asks
"Well of course you know that Kento was my first."
Another fucking reason why Satoru cannot stand that bitch Kento.
"Yeah, I'm aware." Satoru says, trying his best to hide his annoyance.
"So," you continue. "I never really enjoyed the sex with him. It was... it was really mid to be honest."
Satoru bursts out laughing, causing you to look at him in pure disbelief. You swat his shoulder, but he carries on laughing. Satoru's laugh is very contagious, you find yourself trying to stifle your own laugh, though it comes out anyway.
"Damn, that sucks. I'd die of embarrassment if a woman said having sex with me is mid." he says as his laughter finally dies down.
"How do you know a woman has never said that, hm? She could've said it behind your back." you tease him.
"Nah," Satoru shakes his head. "I know for a fact, I'm good at my game."
The confidence in his tone does not shock you. Satoru can be a cocky bastard sometimes. You also know for a fact that he isn't lying. Satoru has fucked one of your mutual acquaintances – a girl you were quite fond before, but then after hearing she got railed by Satoru, you started looking at her with complete envy. She ranted about how Satoru was the best fuck she's ever had, how she couldn't wait to have again. It pissed you off for some strange reason.
"I am sure you are." you fake a disbelieving tone, just to rile him up.
He raises an eyebrow at you "I definitely am."
You roll your eyes and take another sip of your beer, trying to digest the sudden feeling of collywobbles in your stomach, caused by his tone. You also feel a bit envious of your best friend. It's fair. So unfair that his sex life is perfect, that the women he spends his nights with enjoy him, while you're sitting here admitting that your ex was a lacklustre in bed.
"Bold claim," you mutter, trying to play it cool. "But okay, Mr sex master. Enlighten me then."
Satoru sits back against the couch, stretching his arms along the back. He studies you for a few seconds with something a little dark in his eyes.
"You really wanna know?" he asks, rough and a little playful.
You shrug your shoulders. "I mean... you brought it up. And clearly you think you're qualified to judge Kento's performance."
He snorts. "I don't need to judge. You already did that for me." he pauses, smirks to himself then continues. "Mid, huh?"
You groan and cover your face with your hands. "Stop saying it like that. It makes me sound awful."
"Nah," he pulls one of your wrists down so you have to look at him. "He probably didn't know what he was doing, or didn't take the time to figure out what you might like"
He had the perfect chance and blew it, is what Satoru actually meant to say. He had been blessed with the golden opportunity to take your virginity and instead of making the most of it, making you feel ecstatic, giving you the pleasure you deserve, he made it mundane. Let's just say if Satoru had gotten that chance, he would've made sure it was everything for you. He'd prioritise your pleasure over you, make you come like crazy, make sure that it was so perfect that you could never even think of having another man.
"Perhaps, you're right, Toru." you sigh, another small pout forming on your lips. "Maybe he was doing wrong, and focusing on his pleasure. It's not a big deal, but I'm just bummed. Kinda expected it to be magical."
"Oh trust me, it'd be magical alright." Satoru's head shoots up. He didn't mean to say that out loud! "Well, I mean when you find the right guy of course."
"I don't think it'll be as soon as I hoped." you hug your knees, staring at the coffee table in front of you. "I want to be intimate with a guy who knows me, someone I'd be really comfortable with, someone who I trust. You know? I would want someone I'm not close to. I couldn't imagine sleeping with him, or having him... go down on me."
As if the exact person you described is not fucking sitting next you.
Satoru notices the sad expression that's taken over your face. He knows that sex was always something you've been curious about – thanks to all the books you've read since you were a pre-teen. It's something that you were shy to do, but excited at the time. You always thought that it would satisfy you in the best ways, and it would be something you craved. So he can't imagine how disheartened you'd been to have had a tedious experience.
One of things Satoru absolutely loves to do, takes great pleasure in doing is making you happy. He'd gladly make that the sole purpose of his life if you'd let him. So naturally, knowing that you're upset over something fills him up with the obsessive need to change that. Especially if he has the great ability to help you...
"You're comfortable with me, yeah?" he asks roughly.
You lift your head up and blink at him. "What?"
"I know you better than anyone. You trust me. We're close..."
He's staring at you now, in a way that has your heart beating way too fast. What is he playing at?
"Well yes, of course, Toru–"
"So don't you think I'd be able to help you?"
You gasp as your eyes widen at your best friend. "Help me how?" you ask, whispering.
Satoru tilts his head, maintaining eye contact with you.
"You said it yourself," he murmurs. "You want someone who knows you. Someone you trust. Who's close to you."
You glance down for a second, nodding.
"That's me, Chubs. That's always been me."
Your mouth opens then closes. You don't know what to say to that. This is Satoru. You've always believed that you could never look at him romantically, never see him as more that your best friend. Yet, you're feeling thrilled. You're finally letting yourself imagine what it would be like to cross a few boundaries.
"Satoru."
He moves even closer to you, so close that you feel his body heat.
"I'm not saying we have to do anything," he continues, his eyes don't leave yours. "But Y/N, we've been friends for years, I know you through and through. Don't you think I'd know how to make you feel good?"
Your thighs press together at his suggestions.
"I'm obviously not expecting anything, Chubs. I just want to help my best friend. To prove to you that sex isn't mid, and that I can be everything you were hoping for."
Your breath hitches, your heart rate spiking once again. You inhale his scent and subtly check him out. Yeah, if he wasn't your best friend, you'd have definitely developed an infatuation over him.
"And if I say yes?" you ask with a shaky voice."What then?"
Satoru's gaze drops down to your lips for a second before he looks into your eyes. "Then you let me take care of you the way you deserve."
He leans in slowly, inching even closer to you. "Tell me what you want, baby." he whispers.
You mentally moan at the way he calls you baby, it comes out so rough and raspy. Satoru's called you baby a few times, and it's always given you tingles.
When you don't answer, he speaks again. "Use your words. Like we always do. No secrets, remember?"
Your heart is in your ass by now, but your body is already speaking for you. You lean more into you and grip the front of his shirt gently.
"I want..." you swallow hard, not believing the words that you're about to speak to your best friend. "I want you to show me. Please, Toru. Make it magical."
"Trust me, I will." he licks his lips before asking softly, "Can I kiss you, Chubs?"
Your heart skips a beat. You barely think about it, you just nod your head. Once you give him the confirmation, he leans in slowly. His lips brush against yours gently and very hesitantly at first, your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his lips on yours. The moment you respond to his kiss, he cups your jaw and the kiss becomes hungrier. He tilts his head to kiss you properly, a soft moan slips out of you.
You don't even realise how badly you've wanted to kiss him until this moment right now.
Satoru lets out a rough moan at the sound of your pretty one as he continues kissing you. Before you can process it, his hands are gripping your waist so he can pull you onto his lap to straddle him. Your knees sink into the couch on either side of his thighs and you're pressed right against him, your chest against his.
You keep kissing, slow and intense, tongues colliding. His hands slide up and down your back while yours go around his neck. After a short moment, you feel the hard bulge pressing against your inner thigh through his sweats. Your brain short circuits for a few seconds. You pull back and glance between you and him, biting on your lip.
"What if this ruins our friendship, Toru?" you ask soft and hesitant.
Satoru shakes his head immediately. One of his hands finds yours and he intertwines them.
"Nothing could ever ruin our friendship. This is just me taking care of you, okay? I wouldn't be cool knowing I could make you feel good and I didn't. You're my best friend, Y/N. Nothing will ever change that."
You exhale shakily and nod. "Well, that's good to hear." you murmur before glancing at him. "Because I'm kinda ovulating."
The words tumble out before you can stop them, and the second he registers them you want to bury yourself in the deepest hole. How could you speak so intimately to him? Satoru raises an eyebrow, a smirk forms on his face.
"Oh yeah?" he asks, low and rough. "Then I better get that sorted out for you, huh?"
Before you can reply, he picks you up in his arms, you wrap your legs around his waist with a little squeak. His hands are secure under your thighs as he starts walking toward your bedroom while messily kissing your mouth, grinning at your giggles.
Once you're in the bedroom, Satoru sets you down on the bed. He stands between yours knees and bends to kiss you more. He's already obsessed with your lips and he hasn't even been doing this for ten minutes. They're so soft, warm and fit perfectly with his, as if they were made to kiss his. Every little sound you make goes straight to his cock. He could do this for hours, just kiss you and feel the way you melt into him like you've been wanting to do this too.
After another make-out session, you pull back. You look up at him through your eyelashes, smiling. "Are you gonna keep kissing me all night, or are you gonna actually show me what I've been missing out on?"
Satoru's jaw tightens and his eyes close for a second, before he opens them again. "Yeah, I'm gonna show you, baby. Promise."
He guides you backward until you're laying down on the bed, he hovers over you, taking you in – your hair's all messy, your lips swollen and his heart does something kind of strange and warm.
He leans down, pecks your lips three times, then goes down lower, he presses open mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck. When he gets under your ear, he nips there softly, and you tilt your head giving him access.
You smell so fucking good, Satoru thinks. The sweet scent you always have fills his nostrils, driving him insane. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before he kisses down further. His hands slide up your sides, his thumbs tracing the hem of your camisole.
He looks up at you, asking gently. "Can I take this off?"
You nod without hesitation. Satoru sits back on his knees and slowly takes the top of your body. You lift your arms to help him, until the camisole is gone and your breasts spill free. Satoru's brain becomes scrambled eggs. Fuck. He's seen you in all kinds of things over the years. In tight tops without wearing a bra when it was just you and him, in bikinis at the beach or pool parties. He's always known that you have a nice body, but seeing it naked. Is truly something else entirely.
Your breasts are perfect, soft and full, it's got his mouth watering and his hands itching to touch. He stares at them with his mouth slightly ajar, still trying to process what is actually happening. He must be wet dreaming again.
If any other guy was staring at you like this, you'd probably feel uncomfortable and shy away. But with Satoru, it's different. You're completely comfortable with him checking you out, you feel safe and wanted.
His eyes meet yours as he leans down slowly until his lips brush over your nipple softly before he opens his mouth and takes it in. You gasp when he twirls his tongue around your sensitive bud. He does it continuously while squeezing your other breast. They feel incredible, as if they're meant to be touched and sucked by him. He becomes a little rougher and hungrier. Groaning against you, switching sides and eating at your tits harder.
Everything about this is making him stupidly, painfully horny. He doesn't think that he's ever been this turned on in his life. His cock is practically throbbing in his pants, desperately needing to be touched. But he takes his time with you. He keeps sucking, kneading and massages your breasts. He leaves a few marks on you, knowing that he probably shouldn't have, but he couldn't resist marking you up. You're breathing and moaning louder now, fingers threading through his hair. Every time he hums or groans of approval sends sparks between your legs.
Satoru finally lifts his head, his lips are shiny and eyes half lidded. "You're so beautiful, Chubs." he murmurs, pressing one last open mouthed kiss between your breasts before crawling back up to hover over you properly.
Your hand lifts up to his hair to gently brush away the soft locks of hair away from his forehead. For a long moment, you just stare into each other's eyes. And, again something intense between the two of you.
You swallow hard before speaking, "Toru...are you gonna...are we gonna fuck?"
Satoru's gaze stays locked on yours as he tugs on his lip piercing with his teeth. He shakes his head with a small smile.
"No, baby. Not tonight. I'm not gonna fuck you yet." he leans down and gently nips at your bottom lip, tugs it between his teeth, then lets go. "But I would love to pleasure you. I'd love to make you feel good. That okay?"
You bite your own lip, nerves and excitement bubbling together. "Okay."
He kisses the corner of your mouth before his hands slide down your body to take off your underwear and shorts, discarding it somewhere. Once they're off, he shifts down lower and settles between your legs. Two of his fingers come up to his mouth, he licks them until wet with his saliva and brings them down, between your thighs, while maintaining eye contact with you.
You suck in a sharp breath the second his fingertips touch your folds. He parts you gently and starts rubbing circles over you causing your breath to hitch and eyes to flutter shut.
"Eyes on me, baby." he whispers to you.
You force your eyes open, meeting his dark ones. He starts rubbing faster, and you find yourself enjoying it. The wet sounds of him rubbing your clit fill the room, along with your shallow gasps. Satoru watches your reactions, they turn him on even more.
After a minute, he places one finger at your entrance. He circles around it teasingly at first, before sliding it into you carefully, giving you time to adjust. The stretch is good, it makes you jolt and whine.
"Shh, easy, baby." he soothes, his free hand caressing your hip.
He starts moving his finger inside you, slowly thrusting into you. You're not entirely sure why, but one of his fingers feels better than your ex's dick inside you.
He finger-fucks you with one digit for a while before adding another finger, scissoring them to open you up more. The fullness has you whimpering and closing your eyes again, but you snap them open again, keeping them in him just as he requested. Satoru's watching you intently, his own breath heavy now. His fingers pumping in and out of you, have your toes curling. Your fingers grab into his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt as the pleasure builds.
"Toru–" you moan, needily.
He groans deeply at that sound. "That's it, baby."
He leans down and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss. His tongue thrusts into your mouth the same way his fingers thrust into you. He carries on until you're releasing down his fingers.
Your thighs clamp around his wrist and you arch off the bed, moaning into his mouth. He fingers you slowly now, swallowing your moans. When you calm down, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth to lick them clean, groaning at your taste.
You're trying to catch your breath while staring at him awe-struck, not entirely believing what just happened.
"What?" he asks, amused.
You let out a shaky laugh. "That might've been the best sexual experience I've ever had."
Satoru tilts his head, genuinely surprised, his lips twitch as he fights another burst of laughter. "Really? All I used were two fingers. Damn was sex with your ex that bad?"
You groan, "Don't make me say it out loud again."
You're still in your post orgasm haze when he starts sliding further down your body. His hands find your thighs and he rubs circles on your skin as he looks up at you, soft but hungry
"Can I eat you out, Chubs?" he asks gently.
You nibble on your bottom lip, heart beat speeding up again. This would make you feel vulnerable, but it's Satoru offering – your Satoru. So you give him a nod.
His whole face lights up with that big bunny smile you love so much. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Satoru sits up to pull his shirt off and throw it somewhere. Your mouth goes a little dry at the sight. Fuck, your best friend is so hot. Of course, you've seen him shirtless a gazillion times, but seeing him shirtless now feels completely different. You've always wanted to touch, to run your hands over him... to lick his abs.
Unfortunately, you do not get the chance to stare as much as you would've liked to because he moves lower and settles between your thighs, spreading your legs open. He looks at your pussy, his eyes greedy. He licks his lips and your whole body heats up. He leans in and blows cool air over you causing you to twitch.
"Toru..." you whisper.
He licks you from your entrance to your clit. You jolt at the foreign sensations and your legs try to shut. He holds your thighs, keeping you open.
"Relax for me, baby." he says before kissing your inner thigh. "It's gonna feel so good."
You nod and reach for his hand to hold. He uses his shoulders to keep you open for him and starts licking you gently.
A whimper escapes your throat. "Toru..."
He moans against you in response, the vibration shooting through your core. Satoru presses his whole face deeper, nose against your clit as he laps at you like he's starving. His tongue circles your clit then pushes inside.
Your legs are now over his shoulders, heels digging into his back. Your hands get tangled into his hair, gripping on it and keeping him down there. You had no idea it could feel like this, so magnificent...
Satoru is in heaven. What the fuck? Why do you taste so good? He's eaten out girls before, a few, but nothing can compare to this. He finds you sweet and almost addictive. He may know the reason as to why you taste this good – your pineapple obsession. It's your favourite food, you eat it at least three times a week. So that's got to be the reason why you taste so delectable. He doesn't know for sure and he doesn't really care either. He just knows that he could stay here forever, buried between your thighs.
He grips your ass with his free hand, pulling you even closer to his mouth so he can get in deeper. He tongue fucks into you then gently sucks on your bud, humming when you start grinding against his face.
You're moaning loudly now, pleasure quickly growing as Satoru continues devouring you. He doesn't slow down for a second, not even to breathe. His sole purpose at this moment is to get you releasing into his mouth. Your arousal is dripping down his chin, but he's not interested. He just wants more, more of your taste, more of your pretty, sweet sounds.
Soon you're releasing for the second time, much more than the first one. Your back arches off the bed and the loudest moan of his name leaves your throat. Satoru hums, licking up your release. He keeps going until you're whining from the overstimulation
Once he's cleaned up most of the mess, he pulls back, finally allowing himself to catch a breath. You lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling while your brain tries to reboot.
And then the thoughts start to creep in. What does this mean for your friendship for now? How are you ever supposed to go back to normal when's had his mouth on you, his fingers and tongue inside you. How will you survive in his presence and not crave this again and again?
Satoru crawls up your body, kissing you wherever he can until he's hovering over you again. He brushes away the hair from the face with a tender smile. But similar questions worry his mind. He wants to feast on you every day. Wake up with his face between your thighs, make you come on his tongue for breakfast. He wants to cherish you and keep you like this forever.
But you're both best friends and you hope that you have not ruined that.
