“No need to be shy, baby. You can keep them,” you reassure warmly. “I think they’re cute.”
You give his flushed cheek a quick kiss before patting his head. He smiles with an innocence you’re sure is masking something more sinister.
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“Please, baby?”
Satoru gives you the puppy eyes, begging you to say yes to his request.
“You’re so pathetic. Fine,” you huff out.
He asked you to become his “3D model” for his clay figures that he makes. He said the figures took at least an hour to sculpt and you were reluctant to agree because of how uncomfortable that sounded.
“Yay! I promise the position isn’t that bad. You’ll be very comfortable.”
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.
It seems that you and Satoru had very different perspectives of what “comfortable” is. He wanted you positioned on a short table, with one leg bent on top of it and the other planted firmly on the ground.
He also gave you… questionable clothes.
“Satoru, where did you even get these?” You hold up a tight fitting dress which looks like it would barely even cover your ass and tits.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know the answers too,” he winks. “Now go change!”
You change into the dress and you find your suspicions to be correct. The dress barely covered your tits and ass. The side of the dress gave anyone basically full preview of your boob.
He also gave you underwear that covered little to nothing. Your ass would be in full display if it was the only thing you wore.
Sighing, you walk back into the room and get into position whilst he takes a seat behind his desk.
He pulls out his chunk of clay and tools, setting them aside.
“Sweets, could you pulls your dress up a bit?”
“Satoru, my ass will be out if I do that.”
“Uh, yeah. That’s the point.”
You squint at him before lifting it higher like he requested. You feel a cold breeze that sends shivers down your spine.
“Is that good?”
He hums in response, warming the clay in his hands. “Can you put your hands in front of you? On the table. And look at me.”
You do as he says, slightly frowning.
“Give me a smile and close your eyes.”
Your eye twitches but you shut them and smile anyway.
“Fuck, that’s perfect. Thanks, sweetie.”
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After about half an hour of being in this awkward position, you start to hear weird wet noises.
“Hngh—”
“Satoru, what the fuck is going on there?”
“H-huh? What do you mean?”
“I’m hearing something wet. Can I open my eyes?”
“No! D-don’t do that. Don’t even move an- fuck- inch. P-please, baby?” His voice is weaker and it sounds like he’s struggling to breathe. “I’m just mixing clay… y-yeah.”
“Alright.”
You dismiss the weird noise and remain still in your position. But the noises just keep getting louder. Louder, wetter, and faster.
“F-fuck… this is some really.. really hard clay. Will you stick your tongue out, baby? I’m trying a- hah- different face.”
“Okay…”
Reluctantly, you stick your tongue out slowly.
“Oh, fuck.”
“What the hell—“
You open one eye to see Satoru jerking his cock off with a flushed face soaked in sweat. You screw your eyes shut immediately and feel your face heat up.
“S-Satoru, are you-“
“No! I’m— hmngh— not… just shhh, baby.”
You stick your tongue out again and shuffle in your position. What’s wrong with a little tease? Your dress hikes up further and your back arches deeper.
“My leg hurts. Can I move a bit?”
“Okay.. just quickly…”
You stretch your leg out, giving it a much needed shake. So what if your ass shakes too? You can’t help it.
“Oh, shit- baby,” he cries out.
“Hm?” You lift your leg back up on the chair, faking an innocent smile.
“Hnggggh— mmmfph… fuck.”
You gracefully open your eyes, eyeing his half-naked and wet body. Cum stained his shirt, sweat dripped down his forehead and tears were prickling from his eyes.
He looks up at you, sees your cocky smile, and looks down shamefully.
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Day one:
Satoru has taken up many side hustle for some extra cash, but he especially enjoys the one he’s picked up recently. He got hired by an otome game company to cosplay a specific character for anime conventions to provide fans with photos and realistic interactions, alongside other “love interests” in the game.
The job gives him a way to enjoy life outside of his usual scholarly life. It also gave him a way to climb out of his introverted personality and be his true self.
Yeah, he’d consider himself a flirt!
But he’s always been too shy to actually show off his “mouth-watering” skills. With the mask provided with the cosplay, he’s able to replace his bashfulness with full-blown confidence.
He’s been very excited to be part of this weekend’s anime convention, where him and his fellow coworkers would have individual booths to interact with fans.
The day started off pretty normally: fans lined up to see him, fans squealed, and some even passed out— completely normal. To be completely honest, nothing was out of the ordinary.
That is until he saw you. He would never have expected to see a classmate line up for this kind of event— let alone you. You seemed to be the shy type and mostly kept to yourself, much like him. When classes ended, you disappeared. He barely knew your face.
And being shy himself, he loved observing people and making sense of their character, but he couldn’t place his finger on you. You were too closed off from the world— his world.
Perhaps this is the day he can finally solve you.
Satoru’s small booth was placed farthest from where the line started, but he could see that you had walked into the first booth with his friend, Choso, already.
Maybe you liked Choso’s character best? Then again, the event allowed players to visit all five characters if they met certain requirements, so maybe you’ll visit him too. He prays that you do.
A girl approached him, but his eyes kept drifting off to you. He could tell that you were giddy around Choso, giggling and twirling confidently.
The minutes seemed to drag on and you’re much closer now, but not close enough. He can see your face clearly and he’s sure it’s you.
You wore a cropped white shirt with a corset on top and black trousers, mimicking the main player’s outfit. Shoulder straps clung onto your chest and leathered gloves covered your hands.
When another minute passes by, he hopes that you’ll visit him next. But as you head back to the line again, the speakers crackles to life.
“Hello, players! We will be taking a break and request that you do not walk up to the booths during this time. We will resume interactions in 10 minutes!”
This must be a joke!
Satoru has never felt more annoyed in his life. Here you are, the girl who’s become an empty void in his noisy surrounding, being held from seeing him.
You catch him staring at you and you smile, and so did he. But he’s sure you can barely tell because of the mask covering it up.
He also sneaks a small wave at you with his gloved hand. You send him a flying kiss and he pretends to catch it, bringing his hand to his face lovingly.
The worker slaps his hand away lightly and reminds him not to interact with the audience while she gives him a touch up. He nods and whispers a sorry before turning back to you.
You’re no longer looking at him, your attention being on the girl next to you. The girl held up two plushies, one of Satoru’s character and the other of Choso’s character.
You gasped and took both plushies, squeezing them tightly and putting a wide smile on your face for your friend’s camera. You gave back the Choso one and took solo pictures with Satoru’s character, giving it a kiss on the cheek.
He swears he can feel the kisses on his own face too.
Ten minutes have already flown by and the announcer lets everyone know that interactive booths will be taking appointments again.
He walks out of his small booth and pretends to scan the crowd, keeping his attention on you. You pull your phone out to record the plushy and capture him in the background.
He walks closer to the crowd, giving others a smile with his eyes. A worker unlocks the barrier belt and you step closer to him.
“Hi!” You put your phone away and clip the stuffed toy onto your belt.
He takes the opportunity to take your hand and give it a kiss through his mask before rubbing it around his face. He takes you to his booth and notices you looking over to the other booths and uses a hand to guide your gaze back to him.
When you both step on the platform he pats your head before giving embracing you in his large arms. When you pull away, his hand still rests on the back of your neck, keeping you two close.
“Ah, you know,” you start, dragging your finger down his chest. “I was able to visit everyone but you have to be my favourite.”
Slowly, you back him into his chair and he sits down dramatically, pointing at himself and tilting his head.
“Mhm, saved the best for last.”
He clenches onto the fabric above his chest and breathes out a bit louder, the most he can do to replicate a sigh of admiration. He reaches for his tactical baton behind his chair and offers it to you.
You take it gracefully and extend it, gasping and smiling cheekily. Bringing it to your lips, you step closer to him and coo.
“You’re pretty like this.”
You drag the baton on his chest, poking at the small part of his chest that’s exposed. He feels you spell something out on his chest.
An S? But his character’s name started with a C… Maybe he was imagining the second curve.
He notices that you’ve suddenly become more flustered, biting your lip and looking away. He uses the moment of slight vulnerability and yanks the baton to bring you closer to his face.
You sit on your knees in front of him and pat his thighs. His gaze follows your movement and blushes at the suggestive position you’ve both fallen into.
He almost forgets that he’s cosplaying until the announcer says that it’s time up. Satoru is eternally grateful for his face mask as it covers up his flushed cheeks and sheepish smile.
“Aw, one minute flies when you have fun,” you say, standing up and dusting off your pants.
He gets up and takes your hand to walk you over back to the line. He grazes your arm and sends you off with a wave goodbye.
For the rest of the afternoon, Satoru’s mind is occupied with this short moment with you.
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Day two:
Satoru has spent the entire day with a batch of girls he couldn’t care less for. He’d been hoping all day that you had booked another interaction with him today.
All players were limited to having an interaction with only one character for five minutes today. By the end of the day, he had given up on hoping you’d show up.
But there’s been one thing about you that Satoru is now sure about.
You seemed to always surprise him.
With the last few interactions, many girls started to leave the booth line and enjoy the rest of the convention. Amongst the moving bodies, he spotted a familiar face in particular.
His face subconsciously lights up when he sees you walking over to the line but is brought back to reality when the girl in front of him forces him to look at her.
“Whatcha lookin’ at, hm?”
Satoru fixes his posture and gets back into character, taking the girl into his booth, but his focus is still on you.
After a couple of more interactions with girls, he can feel his professionalism slipping away as he starts to avoid contact with the girls in front of him.
With his last interaction, he hopes to see you but when he looks into the crowd, you’ve disappeared. He frowns and turns around to close his eyes in embarrassment. He feels a little— no, very pathetic for wanting to see you.
The announcers let everyone know that this would be the last interaction for the day and he sighs heavily, feeling both frustrated and relieved. Frustrated because you’re not here and relieved that this is the last interaction.
To hide his tired face for even a second longer, he doesn’t turn around to see the girl and instead calls the girl over with his hand behind his back. Light and quick footsteps follow after and he feels a girl hold onto his hand.
He grips it softly and almost turns around when he feels her arms around his neck. She’s a little shorter than him so she hops a little to muzzle in his neck.
He turns around, keeping the girl’s face pressed on his chest before snapping his face into character. He snuggles around the girl’s head and realizes how familiar this feels.
He pulls the girl’s face away and is delighted when he sees your frivolous expression on your face. His smile grows larger and he can’t help but cuddle you again.
“Uh uh. Were you looking for someone in particular? I saw your eyes wandering through the crowd,” you say teasingly. “Sorry to disappoint.”
He shakes his head feverishly and grazes your nose with his index finger.
“Ah, would it be inappropriate to assume it was me?”
He shakes his head again and strokes both of your shoulders excitedly.
“Aw, how cute,” you giggle, poking his chest mischeviously. “I’ve been looking through the artist alley, buying cute things and taking photos with other cosplayers.”
He looks at what you’re wearing and figures out something else about you. Whether it just be cosplays or not, you dressed hot.
Many of the girls that showed up to his booth were in cute frilly dresses and pastel colours. It’s not that he didn’t like those outfits—he always questioned the comfortability and warmth those outfits provided— but you were just different, he can’t help but be more curious.
You’re wearing a tight fitting dress this time, with a harness that hugs around your chest and shoulders tightly. Your boots are knee-high and had straps all over it too.
If he could describe your outfit in one word, he’d probably choose alluring— or tempting— maybe seductive?
Satoru blinks his thoughts away and focuses on you again.
“I even got a replica of the necklace you wear.” You grab the necklace from your pocket and lift it to his face, tugging at his in the process. “Now we can match!”
You splay out his fingers and place the necklace into his hand. “Will you put it on for me?”
He nods eagerly and walks behind you to stares at your bare nape. He feels a shiver run down his spine. Unclasping the necklace, he wraps it around your neck and grazes his hands over your collarbone.
If he could give you a real bite kiss, he definitely would. Instead, he settles with a fake kiss through his mask. A smirk appears on his lips when he notices you shiver from the the slight contact and wraps his arms around your waist tightly.
He sways both of your hips side to side and pulls you in so close so that you can hear his heart beating and his shaky breathing.
You lay your hands on top of his and drag them down your hips until they land on your thigh. You turn around but are surprised when he pushes you lightly against the wall.
He touches your cheek and pretends to bite your wrist, grinning at your flustered state. Another hand creeps around the back of your thigh and he squeezes lightly.
Feeling the moment too much, he almost nips at your ear when someone clears their throat loudly for the both of you to hear.
He grunts and turns to see his all his coworkers and many fans looking at the both of you. One of them, Sukuna, taps his wrist, indicating that time is up.
Satoru rolls his eyes because even though he can’t see it, he knows that Sukuna is holding in a laugh. He gives your hand a final kiss and sends you off again. You don’t say anything and he wonders if he had gone too far.
He stands next to the other love interests and begins saying goodbye to their fans. He watches you join the crowd and hug your friend tightly. You seemed shock and he wish he could tell whether it was out of fear or pleasure.
Everyone starts waving to the crowd which is practically wailing. Today is the last day for fan interactions. Or so they think.
“Hello players! We’re excited to surprise you with a special meet-the-cosplayer interaction tomorrow afternoon to end the con! You may enter a raffle for the chance to win a thirty minute private interview with your favourite cosplayer. Please see the front desk to enter!”
The crowd goes crazy with this information and some girls even leave to register immediately. But you just remain standing but Satoru can tell that you’re excited for the event. Your eyes light up and you start to shake your friend aggressively.
As Satoru and the rest are escorted into their shared green room, Satoru flops onto the couch, exhausted.
“One more day, guys!” Choso exclaims.
“Barely. It’ll be just half an hour tomorrow,” Sukuna huffs. “Satoru!”
Satoru groans. He hates the sound of Sukuna’s voice and would honestly kill him if he could. “What?”
“Who’s that girl you were all lovey dovey with? Thought we were gonna get a porno for free. Honestly, wouldn’t have minded—“
“Shut the fuck up,” Satoru snaps.
“He’s right, y’know? That felt realistically intimate,” Suguru comments.
“Maybe you guys don’t watch me enough. That was completely normal for my character.”
“Sure, Satoru,” Sukuna mocks.
Everyone seems to find this funny. Except Satoru. He keeps a straight face when everyone else is giggling at him.
After a few minutes of getting out of their cosplays, someone knocks at the door.
“Hey, guys. The raffles are in. We had to limit the time to sign up, there were so many girls lined up.” She hands everyone a fishbowl with slips of paper that filled them to the top. “You’re definitely popular tonight, Satoru.”
His bowl was basically overfilled and he sneers. This makes chances of picking you, much lower— and that’s if you signed up.
The worker leaves them be and all the other guys stick their hand in and pulls out random names but Satoru refuses to let this opportunity pass by. He takes a few slips of paper out and looks through all of them.
“Hey, that’s cheating,” Suguru remarks.
“Does it look like I give a flying fuck?” Satoru continues looking through the names but it doesn’t take long until he finds your name at the top of the bowl, buried by only a couple of names.
Satoru’s eyes glow but soon dim when he hears an eruption of laughter come from the other guys.
“But that girl wasn’t special, right?” Sukuna smiles.
“Fuck you,” Satoru barks, holding the piece of paper delicately between his fingers.
“I’m sure she’d love that more than me.”
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Day three:
It was your first time ever being able to participate in a convention. You were excited to learn that your favourite otome game was holding fan interactions.
It took many embarrassing conversations between you and your friend, Shoko, to remember that all of this is for pretend and that many other girls have felt the same way as you did.
But there’s just something about your interactions that feel so real…
But that must be in your head! I mean, even if you know Satoru is behind the mask, it’s not like he knew that you did. You’re slightly amazed with how professional he’s been these past two days. Despite knowing you— or at least you hoped he did— he kept his mannerisms towards you the same as he would for any other girl.
Now you’re panicking about whether you should even go to this meet-the-cosplayer event. You had been uneasy about it because it may put tension between your non-existant relationship when you see each other at school.
But seeing how popular his character and cosplay was, you thought the chances of getting chosen were slim to none. So in the last minute, you entered the raffle.
Shoko tries to comfort you, reminding you how lucky you are to be chosen in the first place.
“Are you even sure it’s Satoru? His eyes aren’t even blue and I haven’t seen a strand of snowy white hair anywhere near him,” Shoko asks.
“Yes, I’m sure. I just know,” you groan.
“You both will be fine. Even if it is him, the two of you are too shy to do anything about it. Probably a couple of awkward glances but you’re both in the same boat.” You glance at her, slightly confused. “You know, cosplaying for an otome game? It’s not like you could out the other for being weird.”
“That’s not the point,” you huff.
“Then what is? Maybe you guys can become friends.” She nudges your shoulder and you push her lightly.
“After the freaky shit we’ve been through? No thanks.”
“Could be worse. You guys almost fucked in front of everyone. Now that would be freaky.”
“We didn’t almost fuck,” you fight back.
“Sure looked like it.”
“This is why I’ve been telling you to get your eyes checked.”
“You have to admit that he was a bit out of line. He looked like he was spreading you open in front of everyone!”
You roll your eyes but deep down, you know that you agree. After that interaction, you walked back and many girls were staring at you, eyeing you with disgust.
“Okay, maybe. But it might’ve been because I was the last girl of the day. Finish the day strong?” you suggest.
“Oh, but I’m delusional?”
“I think you’re jumping into unrealistic conclusions. He plays a character for an otome game.”
“Yeah, and you’re supposed to play the dumb female lead, not actually be dumb.”
You only roll your eyes and drag her through the art booths to distract both of you, but it was really for yourself.
Your time slot to “meet the cosplayer” was from 8:15 to 8:45 p.m. and you had gone to the convention at 9 a.m. to enjoy the rest of the convention for its last day. But even though time flies when you’re having fun, it also flies when you dread an upcoming event.
9 a.m. turned into lunch and then turned into the end of the day in the span of what felt like ten minutes. Your heart was pounding as you confirmed your personal information at the front desk for the event.
The lady led you into a waiting area and you took a seat, your leg bouncing at an ungodly pace. The clock ticking is the only thing you can hear until a girl rushes out and turns to face you with a huge grin on her face.
“Hey! You’re the last one I think. Are you excited?”
“Yeah, a little nervous though.”
“Don’t be! They’re all super nice according to my guy. But take my word with a grain of salt.”
You tell her about which character you’re meeting and she reassures you, telling you that the love interest she met up with said that he’s equally as nervous to meet “his girl” too.
A worker comes to let you know that it’s your turn and you nod, getting up and smiling at the girl.
“Thanks, I feel a bit relaxed now.”
“Have fun!” she exclaims.
You thank her one last time and follow the lady into a warmly lit room that had a table and two chairs facing each other on either side of it.
“Enjoy. The only rule is to try to keep it PG,” she sighs. “We still have cameras on you. But feel free to chat about anything, we thankfully can’t hear anything. We’ve already seen too much.”
You laugh awkwardly, knowing exactly what she means by that. That won’t be happening though, right?
There’s some sort of ritual chanting happening behind the doors when she opens it again and it takes a few minutes before the person you’re sure is Satoru walks in. When he does, he uses his hands to shoo a laughing crowd away and shuts the door loudly.
“Sorry about that.”
Unfortunately, even after you hear his voice, you can’t tell if it’s Satoru. He doesn’t speak much in class and when he does, his voice is barely above a whisper.
“That’s alright.” You flash him a sweet smile.
He takes a seat in front of you and sighs.
“Hi.” You fiddle with your fingers underneath the table and pray you survive the next half hour.
“Hello. I’d like to thank you for taking the time to meet with me.” His formality makes you snicker underneath your breath.
“Yeah, I didn’t think I’d win,” you admit. “I put my ticket in at the last minute.”
“A lucky girl, hm?”
“You could say that.” You wink playfully and the both of you laugh. “So what’s it like? Do you like cosplaying?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He eyes you down quickly and you remember the cosplay you have on.
It’s pretty simple, really. It’s a white button up shirt and black pants with matching boots. What made it especially unique is the amount of leather straps you had. They were on your chest, waist and thighs.
You had a form of weaponry gear around your legs that you had taken off when you sat down earlier.
“Well, I love it! It helps me express myself. But I don’t have to stay in character all the time like you.”
“I only act most of the time. Not with you though,” he says in a smug voice.
“See? You’re still in character!” You point at him accusingly.
“Like I said, I don’t act with you.”
“Wow. You really don’t break character. I see a bright future ahead of you.” You lean back on the chair and nod.
“You’re stubborn, aren’t you?”
“Excuse you—“
“To answer your question, I like it too. I’m able to be confident in all the characters I cosplay as.”
He pauses.
“The face mask helps a lot.”
“I see. Is that what the mask is for?”
“Well, no,” he starts. “It’s so that we only use eye makeup, leaving the rest of our face up to your imagination. Some people do it for identity protection too.”
“I see.”
“Though, I doubt anyone would be able to find me even without my mask. My wig and eye contacts already do good job of hiding who I really am.”
“Hm, really? Let me see then.”
The words slip out before you could even think about them. You roll your lips inwards and smack them quickly.
“You don’t actually have to! I was just—“
“Okay. I’d like to see if you could recognize who I am. I think you know me.”
Unbeknownst to him, you already know exactly who he is.
He takes the mask off at a teasing pace and when it comes off, there is no denying that it’s Satoru. You could recognize that shy smile anywhere.
“Hmmm,” you pretend to think. “You look like someone from my college.”
“Maybe,” he shrugs.
“Yeah, but he’s got white hair… and really blue eyes.”
“He sounds like a very handsome guy.”
“He is. I’ve never talked to him though.”
Satoru’s face turns a faint red and he looks away for a second.
“Hm, maybe he’s too shy,” he says through pursed lips.
“Sucks then. He’s really cute.”
At this point, you both are looking at each others with blood rushing through your faces. When Satoru smiles a little, you burst out laughing.
“This is so embarrassing.” You drag your hands down your face.
“This is much worse for me, don’t even,” he argues, laughing.
You two continue to debate each other about who has it worse but by the end you agree that you’re both in equally embarrassing positions. You swear to each other that you’d keep this a secret.
Your conversation moves to your shared classes and missing assignments and then to your favourite animes.
Thirty minutes disappear in a blink of an eye and your laughing is interrupted with a worker knocking on the door and entering.
“Thirty minutes is up!”
Your smile falters a little bit as you get up and tuck your chair in.
“Man, you seem so chill. We should’ve talked sooner,” you say.
“I think becoming friends through intimate fan interactions is much more interesting.”
“Very,” you agree.
As you walk out the door, he follows closely behind.
“So, uh… the convention ends in like fifteen minutes and I was wondering.. maybe you’d like to get a bite after this? I know this cafe we can go to.”
“Sure! I’d love to.”
“Great! I’ll meet you in front of the main entrance?”
“I’ll see you there in fifteen. Goodbye now!”
He waves you a goodbye as you walk out. Shoko is outside waiting patiently.
“Hey, how was it?”
“It was pretty good. He’s really sweet.”
“Hm. Anything else?”
“We’re going to a cafe after the convention ends.”
“Holy shit! Bagged a date already? I’m proud of you.” Shoko wraps her arms around you and squeezes tightly.
“It’s not a date.”
“Whatever you say.”
Just then, a loud rumble of girls can be heard to your left. You and Shoko turn to see what they’re looking at and realize that all the cosplayers are leaving the con.
You search for Satoru’s familiar eyes and find them almost immediately. When he finds you, he gives you a flying kiss and you catch it, bringing your hand to your heart.
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After you spent around an hour and a half at the cafe, it was already 10:30 p.m. and you were riding comfortably in the passenger seat of his car.
“Do you want to come over? I live nearby and it’s pretty late.”
“Yeah, sure. I don’t think the trains are running at this time anymore.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” you repeat.
When you reach his house, your mouth hangs open when you enter his room. It’s covered in shelves filled with manga and figures.
“Oh my goodness. Satoru!”
“Y-yes?”
“You’re so cool! These are so cool.”
He hums and straightens his posture to appear more confident and smirks. “Yeah, I even have your character that you’re cosplaying too, look.”
He holds up a figure of a girl in the middle of running and wearing a serious expression.
“Wow, it’s so detailed.”
“Yeah! It’s got the same details as your cosplay.” He tugs at your chest harness and grazes his thumb over it. “You see these belt loops?”
Your face grazes over his hair but he’s too distracted with your cosplay to notice. He continues to drone about the similarities your outfit had with the figure.
“The straps are functional but also aesthetically pleasing. They’re so hot on her.” He looks up at your flustered face and backs away immediately. “Sorry! Jeez I should.. uh.. go get out of cosplay. I’ll get you clothes too.”
“Okay.” You sit on the edge of his bed and wait patiently.
It doesn’t take long before he returns, his platinum white hair and bright blue eyes back on his face. He hands you a sweater and a pair of shorts, rubbing the back of his head.
“Sorry, I don’t have any girl family members to borrow clothes from.”
“That’s okay.” You take the clothes and place it in your lap, unbuttoning the first button of your white shirt.
“Oh, shit— sorry I’ll—“
“You can stay. I need help anyway.”
“Okay.” He shuts up pretty quickly and takes a seat next to you on the bed. “What is it that you need help with?”
“Can you help me with this harness?”
“S-sure!”
His hands shakily approach the harness and you can feel his breath through the thin fabric of the shirt. He has trouble with the harness and ends up pulling at it tightly, squishing your tits in the process.
A raspy moan escapes your throat and you try to cover it up with a cough.
“Sorry, I can see why you need help,” he says weakly, finally unclasping the harness.
You start to unbutton your shirt completely and point to your hips, where another harness rests. He struggles for a second but it comes off much faster.
“Is that the last of— oh.”
He looks back up at you and sees your shirt completely unbuttoned, your black lacy bra the only thing covering your upper half.
“That’s all, right? I’m gonna—”
Before he can get up, you tug at his wrist and pull him into your lap, your noses touching harshly.
“Ow..” you whisper. “Sorry, I was trying to do—“
Your sentence is cut off short when he grabs your face and kisses you with desperation coating his lips.
Your soft kiss turns into an intense battle of dominance between your tongues, with you winning in the end. When you both pull away for air, you’re both breathing heavily with wet lips.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”
“Just kiss?” you pretend to pout.
“Ah— well, much more but—“
“Tell me?” You kiss his neck and give it a light bite to leave a mark.
He moans out a little and starts to grind on your hips. He pulls at his own belt and removes it quickly before hopping onto your lap again.
“Eager, are we?” you tease, shaking your leg up and down.
“Please. I want you so bad— you’re so pretty.”
“Hmmm.”
You press against the bulge of his underwear and watch his facial expressions distort into a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Don’t tease— mmmgh please,” he whines, giving your neck a gentle kiss.
“Okay, okay. I won’t.”
You slip his cock out of his briefs and begin to stroke gently, but he’s already a moaning mess.
“F-fuck I’m gonna cum…” he whispers into your neck.
“Already?” You laugh.
“Don’t laugh… I’m still a virgin.”
“Me too.”
Somehow, that seems to make Satoru go crazier as he begins to thrust into your hand. You keep looking up at his flushed face whilst pumping his cock quickly.
As a pathetic attempt to cover his moans, he bites onto the back of his hand.
“Wait— slow d-down! I’m— hahh- hmmfghh-“
You choose to pump faster anyway and feel him convulse underneath you and cum hit your chest. The warm fluid trickles down your stomach and you scoop some up with your finger and lick teasingly.
“You taste sweet.”
“Please let me eat you out. I’m gonna cum thinking about it.”
His hand creeps under your bra and he starts massaging your breast, giving you kisses all over your face.
“Alright alright no need to be desperate— oh!”
He pushes you down to the bed with one hand and slides out of his shirt and briefs quickly. He tugs at your loose pants but realized that they’re not completely undone.
The thigh straps are preventing him from pulling them down completely. His hands are all over you, desperate for any skin to skin contact. Your shirt disappears along with your bra, but he can’t get your damn pants off.
“What the fuck.. help me, please.. how do I undo this?”
He flips you onto your back and fiddles with the clasps of the straps.
“Satoru—“
“Baby, I’m gonna cum if you say my name again— ahh..”
Satoru finally unfastens the straps, pulling your pants down in the same second and you swear you feel his drool coat your entrance.
“Uh, hey—“
“Shhhh.” He pushes your head onto the mattress, slightly suffocating you.
He dismisses your muffled cries and presses on the back of your thighs, urging you to lift your ass up. With your face pressed against the mattress and ass up in the air, Satoru licks at your thighs before tonguing your cunt suddenly.
He’s practically lapping at it like a dog, the feeling overwhelming for your first time.
“Satoru! Fuck— wait!”
“C-can’t,” he whimpers against your drenched hole, sticking a finger in it. “Do you like that?”
He shoves another finger in, scissoring you open whilst still licking your entrance.
“Hmgh— Satoru please,” you cry out, but not really sure what you’re begging for.
Just as you’re about to cum, he takes his fingers out and moves them to your clit, rubbing just as fast as he was pumping them earlier. He’s sucking at your aching cunt which pushes you over the edge, making you a trembling mess beneath him.
“Agh— cumming!”
Your first orgasm shakes you up and leaves you drooling on his white bedsheets. He doesn’t give you any time to calm down, his hands on your ass again immediately.
“I can’t hold back anymore, baby.” You feel the tip of his cock poke your entrance before sliding in. “You’ve been teasing me so much.”
He spreads your ass further and enters you completely with his balls pressed against your waist. You’re too fucked out to say anything, giving him full control over your body.
He grabs onto your waist and starts driving into you at an unbearable pace, not easing you to his huge cock. The bed underneath you shakes loudly but your moans are somehow louder.
“S-Satoru, what the fuck?! I’m still— hmpffff— sensitive!”
Your legs are wobbling and threaten to give way, so Satoru uses his hands to keep you in your bent over position.
“Sorry, baby. Can’t wait— hngh— when you look like this.”
His thrusts only get more aggressive from there, making you lose your mind.
“F-fah fuck, Satoru, I’m gonna cum!” Your tears are prickling with tears but he leans down to kiss them away.
“Yeah? Cum for me, baby.”
His thrusts don’t get more forgiving but it feels like he’s rutting into you.
“Shit— anghhh!”
He lets go of your thighs and your legs fall flat on the bed, your feet dangling off the edge. You feel hot cum spurt inside of you, filling you up completely.
“Satoru,” you whine. “Feels so full.”
“Aw, I know, I know. You’ll let me clean you up, right?”
Your eyes widen when his mouth is back on your cunt, giving you small kitten licks.
“What the— Satoru! I can’t, it’s too much!”
He groans into your cum leaking pussy, dragging his tongue everywhere. The pressure of his hands on your legs again make you sure that he’s going to leave marks.
“You taste so good. I’m gonna cum again— hah.”
His mouth unlatches from your overly sensitive cunt and you turn around, watching him hump the bed, next to your feet.
You watch his cock twitch before releasing ropes of cum again before he flips you over and jumps on you. He peppers you with wet kisses and the occasional lick on your lips.
“You’re mine now, right?”
“Satoru—”
“Right?” he repeats.
“Yes, I’m yours.”
I wanna turn this into a series cuz in my head cosplayer Satoru is a huge perv and I’ve got like four scenarios in my head
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Coming home tends to be people’s favourite part of their day for various reasons: They’re free of the professional act they have to wear, there are no more deadlines, or they no longer have to see their coworkers.
But you enjoy coming home to be greeted by your favourite companion.
Unfortunately, today is different. You come home much later than usual and Choso has fallen asleep in your shared bed. Exhausted, you lay down cautiously next to the snoring man. Your attempt at not waking him up sadly fails.
“Hmmm.. hi, baby. What took you so long?” he asks, punctuating his sentence with a breathy yawn.
“Unexpected interruptions,” you whisper back.
He cuddles into you closer, curling his body around you. You feel him cling onto your work clothes and shift his head awkwardly around your neck.
“What’s that smell?”
You push him away lightly and raise an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
“You smell weird.”
You lift your forearm to your nose for a sniff and shrug.
“I don’t.”
“You do,” he argues. “You smell like animal.”
“Could that not just be you?”
“No, you smell like…” he pauses and then furrows his eyebrows. “Dog.”
“Dog?” You stop to think. “Oh, there was a puppyboy at work today.”
He lets go of his warm grip around your waist and turns away dramatically. You reach over to pat his hair and ears gently, cooing softly.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I cook you dinner, wait for you, and you tell me you’ve spent the day with a mutt?”
The last word leaves his mouth like it’s a slur.
“Aw, c’mon… I only showed him around.”
You stroke his tail gently but he pulls away and wraps it around his own body. Then you try to pepper him with kisses but he wraps his hand around your face like a muzzle.
“Whatever. Don’t touch me with your dog pheromones.”
“Baby—“
“No.”
You sigh in defeat and get up to walk to the bathroom. Even though your body ached with fatigue, you take a steaming shower to wash off the “dog scent” that Choso can smell on you and hates.
When you get back to bed, he’s snoring softly again. You frown, uncomfortable with the fact that the two of you are going to fall asleep without talking about your problems.
You sneak under the covers at the edge of the bed and stare at his back. His ears twitch soundlessly and it makes you want to reach over to feel them; Choso is a light sleeper that would wake up at the gentlest touch.
Luckily for him, you’re a deep sleeper.
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“Fuck… baby, you’re so...”
Choso has his finger buried deep inside you, curling it to reach the sweet spot that you oh-so loved. Usually, Choso preferred to have his face all over your wet entrance, but this time, he wanted to watch your face distort in your sleep.
He moved his index finger in and out of you slowly, trying his best not to wake you. Your nose scrunches up, making Choso smile. He watches you move your head slightly with your brows slightly furrowed and mouth partially opened.
When he pulls his finger out, he licks off your juices and groans.
“You might smell different but you taste as sweet as usual…” he mutters to himself, feeling his cock harden at your taste.
He palms his cock through his pyjamas before taking it out and giving it a few strokes. Your shorts and underwear are pulled to the side but he pulls them down completely so that he has full access to your ass.
He gives your butt a soft squeeze and holds his breath when he notices you shifting in your sleep. You mutter something inaudible before breathing softly again.
He turns you to your side and aligns himself at your entrance, rubbing his tip along it.
Having no more control over himself, he pushes into you as gently and quietly as possible.
“Hmmmp… ahh..”
He grips onto your shoulder and simultaneously pushes inside you deeper.
“Fuck, you’re so— aghhh- tight.”
He covers his mouth with his hand to mute his desperate whines, but it’s of no avail. His face is in the crook of your neck, breathing in the strawberry scent that he’s more familiar with.
“Don’t— gah— ever get near that mutt ever again.”
Though it’s risky, he gives your neck a gentle bite.
“You’re mine.”
The bed begins to shake underneath you two as he thrusts into you relentlessly. The wet plaps are like music to his ears and he grins against your neck before licking it.
“Cho?” You groan and start to stir awake, moving awkwardly next to him. “What the-“
“Shh, shhh baby…” he coos, covering your mouth with his hand.
He slows his thrusts but pushes into you deeper, which only makes your moans louder. You try to speak up again, to ask what he’s doing, but responds by shoving his fingers in your mouth.
“Need to leave my scent all over you.”
Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head as he continues to drive into you. Now that you’re awake, he’s thrusting into you with no signs of mercy. His thrusts are angry and punishing, making you arch your back against him.
“Cho- hmphhh-“
“Sorry, baby… that mutt has to know you’re mine.”
He nibbles at the same spot on your neck as earlier, daring himself to draw blood. This is his way to leave his mark on you, alongside his scent. It acts as a temporary reminder of both the pain and pleasure he gives you.
The fingers in his mouth press against your tongue, leaving you unable to speak and moan properly. Embarrassed, you try to stop from making noises altogether, but you end up making odd hiccup noises.
“Cho— hic— Gonna cum!” Your words come out muffled but Choso knows exactly what you mean to say. He can tell through the clenches around his cock and the way you’re convulsing beneath him.
“Only I can do leave you babbling like this, right? Hmm?”
He takes the fingers out of your mouth and rubs your clit with them, moving at an unbearable pace.
“Ahh! Choso— cumming!”
You twitch and moan out a string of sounds and Choso follows soon after, grinning proudly at your state of mind. He turns your head to admire your fucked-out face:
Your mouth hangs open, moving slowly with your breathing. Your eyes are half-lidded and looking down at his face. Your hair is damp and pressed against your forehead.
Choso licks your face and kisses your nose before giving you a tight hug, with his cock still inside you. The action pushes his cock into you further, making you moan out once more.
“Hmmm… Choso, what the hell?” you say, half angry and half asleep.
“That stupid dog will stay away from you, now that he can smell me on you.”
“Choso…”
You rub his ears and press his face against your chest. He nudges his head in between your boobs and takes a whiff.
“I needed to do that. Those dogs can’t ever control themselves around pretty girls like you.”
“Seems like you couldn’t either,” you giggle.
“That’s different. I’m allowed to because you’re mine and I’m yours.”
It had been 10 years since you last saw your best friend. And you’re unsure if he’d still consider you his.
The two of you were inseparable all throughout your elementary years. But big changes created physical and emotional distances between you two.
He moved when the both of you turned 9 years old. Every night since you found out, you cried yourself to sleep. The tears almost left a permanent stain across your cheeks.
He was your best and only friend. How could you go on without him?
Over the years, you both tried your best to keep up with one another. Phone calls, yearly visits and even letter writing. But whilst distance makes the heart grow fonder, it makes forgetting faster.
You forgot to call, forgot to text, and you both began to forget each other. Yearly visits became biennial and then disappeared altogether.
But Satoru Gojo always knew how to surprise you.
“Woah, is that you?!” A deep voice echoes down the halls, calling out your name.
You turn around to see an unfamiliar figure. He’s tall with striking white hair, an odd combo.
You adjust your glasses to get a better look at his face. It’s undeniable. It’s Satoru Gojo.
The tall figure comes running after you before knocking you off your feet with his brawny strength. He spins you around with his hand on your head. Your shoulder bag is slipping off your arm before it slams into a wall.
“T-toru, wait!”
He drops you down and picks up your bag. He grabs a sketchbook that’s fallen out of your bag. It’s opened to a page of a human figure in different poses.
“Wow, you’ve gotten so good at art! I still have the picture you drew of me and you in my room!” he exclaims, handing you your belongings.
“Toru, I— what are you doing here?”
“I got a scholarship here.”
Wow, he’s gotten smarter.
“For what?”
“Football.”
Ah.
“Wow, that’s exciting.”
“It’s been so long. We should catch up! I’ve got class, but I’ll text you, m’kay?”
You push your glasses up.
“Oh, sure.”
“See you, miss!”
Oh. You’d forgotten about those nicknames.
When you were both 7, you noticed that everyone referred to those older than them as “miss” or “mister.” Sharing the same birthday, you both fought about who was the youngest. A weird argument but the both of you loved fighting over small things.
Therefore, as a way to tease, the two of you called each other miss and mister. Neither of you wanted to be the eldest.
“Later, mister,” you murmur more to yourself than to him.
Later that night, you receive text messages from your Satoru.
Satoru: hey!
you: hiii
Satoru: Im free tmrw afternoon like at 1.. wanna meet up?
you: yeah sure! I’ll be on the fourth floor in the piano room.
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You settle down in the piano room at 12:30 p.m. It had become your secret spot for studying in between classes. It was a small room tucked away on the highest floor of the school.
You switch the lights on and settle in front of the piano. You take your laptop and begin working on an assignment.After a few minutes pass, a knock echoes through the room.
“Come in!” you shout.
Satoru walks in with a varsity jacket hugging his broad shoulders. He has a backpack slinging off his one shoulder and a box of takeout in the other.
“Hey!” he greets loudly.
“Hello, Toru,” you smile at him.
He grabs a chair to sit next to you, his large figure still prominent.
“It’s been so long…” you whisper.
“Yeah, like ten years? I missed you.”
It is only now that you look up at him and notice his softened blue eyes looking down at you. You turn to your laptop before you respond.
“As did I. What program are you in?”
“Kinesiology. You?”
He opens up his box of takeout, the warm and herbal scent filling the room. You explain your program to him as he stuffs his face with food.
“So, how’ve you been these past couple years? We’ve barely hung out,” you say.
“I was busy! But— uh— it’s been alright.”
The silence that comes after your awkward conversation is deafening. It’s been years since you two have spoken in person.
He’s gotten muscular, taller and his voice has gone deeper. You remained relatively the same. Aside from the small growth spurt, you carry the same soft smile Satoru remembers from 10 years ago.
“You hungry?”
He offers you a forkful of his pasta.
“No, I ate.”
“Okay.”
You avoid making eye contact with him. His blue eyes scare you. They’ve scared you since you were children. Whenever he was angry at a couple of bullies or frustrated that you injured yourself, his eyes would get darker. And this was usually followed up by yelling.
“Do you play?”
You raise an eyebrow at him.
“The piano,” he clarifies.
“Oh, yes.”
“Will you teach me?”
Your furrow both your eyebrows now and scoff.
“The Satoru Gojo wants to learn how to play an instrument? You always found it silly when I did.”
“My girlfriend plays.”
Oh. Your smile falters slightly. It never really occurred to you that he might be dating someone. You’re not upset with the fact, but you aren’t necessarily happy either.
“I see. Why don’t you get her to teach you?”
“Because I live hours away from her now, duh?”
You nod your head and hum.
“So will you?”
“Fine.”
And so, that’s when it started. Your biweekly piano lessons with Satoru Gojo. Turns out, his girlfriend already taught him a bit so it wasn’t hard to get started.
He started to bring you lunch too, after he noticed how you stared at his food. He called it “payment” for the lessons.
After half an hour of missing notes and not paying attention to the key signature, he give up and it usually led to the two of you chatting.
And after a couple days of awkward questions and responses, you two found your connection again. Talking to each other became natural again.
One day, he came to practice late. An hour late. You were about to leave when he came barging in through the door.
“Toru! Where—“
You stop the rest of your words from escaping your mouth when you notice a red hue across his face. His eyes are glossy and his face is dried with tears.
“Hey, are you okay?” you ask with a softer voice.
“She broke up with me.”
Your eyes widen at that. He takes his usual seat next to you and stares at the piano keys.
“Wait, what? Why?”
“Said the distance was too much for her. Fuck that,” he huffs angrily through his mouth.
“Well, do you want to talk about—”
“No.”
“Okay.”
Silence fills the room. He lifts the fallboard of the piano to reveal the polished keys underneath. He starts to play the piece the two of you had been working on.
He starts to make small mistakes like usual but it ends up with him bashing the keys, frustrated. You try to stop him but he beats you to it, bringing his hands to his face and crying.
You sit there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. Had it been a girl friend, you’d offer reassuring words and gentle pats on the shoulder. But this was Satoru Gojo. You never saw him cry.
When you guys were young, he’d always remove himself from any situation that would bring him to tears. He always ran away with his feelings and hid them. Even from you.
You decide to reach over anyway and give him a side hug, your arm barely reaching his shoulder.
“Hey, it’s okay. If she gave you up that easily then she never really deserved you. Cheer up,” you say softly.
“I just— my heart—,” he responds through sniffles.
“That’s okay. Let it all out.”
He only cries harder at that. You let him sob next to you. Soon, his cries turn into slower sniffles and hiccups. You stroke his back gently.
“Play for me,” he whispers and you barely catch it.
“Huh?”
“The piano. I want to hear you play.”
“…Alright.”
You retract your arm from his back and rest them on the keys. When you align your fingers onto the right keys and press, a soft and somber chord echoes in the quiet room.
You continue and allow your fingers to move gracefully across the keyboard. He’s looking down at his lap, tears dripping from his face. He turns to you and watches your concentrated face.
You feel his gaze and turn to look at him briefly. Though your glance is quick, you can’t miss his flushed face and bloodshot eyes. When you turn back to the keys in front of you, you laugh.
“Wipe your face. There’s snot all over.”
“Way to ruin my vulnerable moment,” he sighs and grabs a tissue anyway.
He rubs it all over his face before blowing his nose into it. You stop playing and smile.
“That’s better, right? Why don’t you go get some lunch?”
“Just me? Why don’t you come with?”
You never really enjoyed buying lunch. You think it’s a waste of money. You tend to pack your own lunch or wait until you get home to cook something up.
“Oh, I’ve got lunch.”
“I’ll treat you! Please?”
His eyes, which still have tears gathered in them, widen like a puppy who wants a treat. He clasps his hands together and juts his bottom lip out, pretending to whine.
“Fine. Only because you’re so broken-hearted,” you roll your eyes.
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Lunch is something simple. You chose the cheapest sandwich on the menu. Satoru, on the other hand, chose a noodle dish packed with intense flavour. His food smells divine.
“Want some? I told you to get something bigger! A sandwich is hardly enough for lunch.”
His words come out in a jumble but you know exactly how to pick apart the words.
“I’m okay, Toru. Not everyone has a six foot body to feed,” you joke, taking a bite of your sandwich.
He laughs at your joke, telling you that it was a good one. You shrug him off and continue eating. You stare off at the people walking by. And so is he, apparently.
“Yo, baddie on the right.”
You knit your eyebrows and turn your head slightly, instantly spotting a woman walk by. She wore office attire: a pencil skirt with a button up. You can’t help but agree with your best friend.
You turn back to your food and hum.
“You think she goes here?”
“Not sure, Toru. I mean, she is walking on campus.”
He nudges your shoulder.
“As a prof, maybe? She looks like a milf,” he comments, drool practically dripping from his mouth.
“Toru, you just got broken up with…”
“That was hours ago.”
“You can’t be thinking like this. You need to focus on what’s ahead of you.”
He points his finger forward, landing on you. He smirks.
“So are you suggesting that I focus on you?”
Your mouth hangs open and you shake your head vigorously.
“What? No! I meant in life!”
“Heh, just teasing.”
Yes, just teasing. Everyone teased you about him. When the two of you were younger, you were forced to take the parental roles when your friends played “family.” The two of you were always the victims of the “kissing in the tree” song.
Even in middle school when you brought him up, your friends would refer to him as your mystery prince. But you’d deny everyone’s claims before Satoru could.
When he beat you to it, your heart would sting. So you made sure that you always rejected any idea insisting on your guys’ romantic relationship.
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“Shit, it’s so late now. Thanks for helping me with this assignment,” Satoru gets up and begins to pack his laptop into his bag.
“Of course!” you smile.
“I’ll walk you home. Where do you live?”
“Oh, it’s off campus. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
Satoru grips your shoulders.
“I will walk you home.”
You smile awkwardly.
“Okay.”
When the two of you hit the sidewalks, nothing can be heard except for the streetlights flickering. And of course, Satoru’s voice.
“You live so far! You walk this everyday?”
“Yeah. It’s not that bad. The quiet walks are usually enjoyable.”
You eye him and he laughs guiltily.
“It’s dangerous for a girl to walk on her own at this time of night,” he shrugs.
You grunt but smile anyway. When you reach your apartment, you key the lobby door and push it open.
“Thanks for walking me. You really didn’t have to.”
You turn to face him. The cool air lets you see the heavy breath he lets out.
“I wanted to. I used to walk you home all the time.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you lived two houses in front of mines,” you scoff.
“Still walked with you.”
“Sure.”
You both stare at each other, your hand on the door handle. It’s a silent winter night and the warm light above you is the only thing that lets you see his slightly flushed face.
He’s wearing his usual toothy grin and a scarf around his neck. His hands are deep in his pockets before he pulls them out to wrap around you.
“I… I really missed you.”
“We’ve been meeting up twice a week for months now and you still miss me?”
You return his hug, nuzzling into his jacket. When you try to pull away, he only pulls you in tighter.
“I know you might not want to but will you go to this party I’m hosting?”
“Toru—“
“Please? I promise I’ll be by your side.”
You groan into his chest before facing him again.
“Fine.”
“Really? Yay!”
He peppers your hair with light kisses and gives your forehead one large smooch. Your face warms up, making you forget about the cold.
You pull away from him quickly.
“Yeah, yeah. Now go home.”
You shoo him away with your hand and he obeys. But not without waving goodbye to you. He sends you a wink and a flying kiss but in your mind, you try to dodge it.
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You knew very well that Satoru couldn’t keep a promise. He used to forget his promises to come over, his promises to bring you after school snacks, or even his promises to eat lunch with you.
Somehow, this fact slipped your mind when he made his “promise” a couple nights ago. You sit on a couch in the corner of his living room, drinking a soda.
Satoru is nowhere to be found. He told you he needed to “go to the bathroom” but it has been almost an hour since then.
A couple of people approached you, mainly his roommates because they’re the ones that actually recognized you. They all shared the same story: they know you as Satoru’s “piano” friend.
You find out that Satoru talks about you all the time. How he knew you in elementary and how he sees you for “piano lessons” on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
It’s comforting to know that Satoru has never spoken ill about you. But still, the discomfort of being alone is much larger.
By midnight, you choose to go home and bid farewell to the new friends you made. You weave through the crowd and freeze when you reach the kitchen.
Satoru is standing there with a girl. They’re both laughing. She hits his shoulder playfully and he lifts his hands as if he were surrendering. It’s a sickeningly sweet sight.
It was dumb for you to think that there was the chance of Satoru liking you. You’ve always been his best friend. Just his best friend.
Even life took away that title from you for a decade. You were nothing to him. To think that a couple of piano lessons could somehow change that was stupid. And it’s even stupider that it took this moment for you to realize that.
You try to stop looking as you walk through the crowd but your eyes keep finding him. You don’t know if you feel fortunate that his eyes never find yours. When you leave the house, you take a chilly walk back home.
He drove you there and assured you not to bring a thick jacket as he’d be driving you home too. So much for that.
It starts to snow. The snowflakes landing on your jacket only remind you of his snowy hair. Everything leads to him. Because he truly was your everything.
It’s the hardest thing for you to ever admit. Even when you grew apart (physically and emotionally), he remained in your thoughts.
He was the boy who strengthened your confidence. He helped you against your bullies. How could you have stopped thinking about him?
When you reach your apartment, you realize that your face is stained with tears. You sniffle softly before entering the building.
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You stick to your promise and continue with your piano lessons in the winter break. You both agree to meet later in the night than usual.
So you’re back in the piano room. You got there an hour earlier than agreed just to play on your own.
An hour flies by and you don’t notice Satoru stepping inside the room until he speaks.
“Hey.”
“Oh, hello. I didn’t hear you walk in.”
“Sorry. That sounded great,” he says sheepishly.
You notice that he’s carrying a guitar.
“Wow, where’d you get that?”
“A gift from a couple years ago. Ever since we started playing piano, I tried to learn the guitar too.”
“Wow, impressive. You gonna play me something?”
“I was thinking we could duet.”
“Oh. Sure, I might not have the music but—“
He cuts you off.
“You’re good at sight reading, right? Here.”
He places a few pages of sheet music onto the stand and sits next to you.
“A present for finishing exams! You remember your Twilight phase?”
“What?”
“I’ll count us in.”
He counts a bar of nothing before he starts to play. You recognize the melody almost immediately. A Thousand Years.
A few bars in and Satoru starts singing. It takes all your willpower not to turn to laugh at him. Not because his voice is bad, it’s almost angelic. But because Twilight has been a guilty and hidden pleasure for the both of you.
You continue playing with small slip-ups but both of you did not pay much mind to them. He plays flawlessly, he’s clearly practiced.
When the song returns to just the guitar and piano, he tells you to sing with him. It takes a couple of lines before you feel comfortable to sing along with him.
Your voices harmonize with one another perfectly. It surprises you. He drops out for a bit and you lower your voice too.
“Keep going,” he whispers.
So you do. And though you can’t see him directly, you swear you could see him smile in the corner of your eye.
When the vocals completely drop out and the instruments are left to sing, he sighs loud enough for you to hear.
“I really do love you. I have for a thousand years and will for the thousand more to come.”
Your hands freeze, hovering over the keys. You look at him but his eyes stay on the guitar. The soft melody continues, his fingers plucking at the strings.
You laugh loud enough for him to hear. He stops and looks at you, an obvious pink blush on his cheeks.
“What? Are you practicing your confessions?”
He blinks at you and sets his guitar aside. He takes your hands in his but your body flinches underneath his touch.
“Don’t pull away please.”
You almost listen to him. Almost.
“I don’t know how to make it any more obvious. I love you.”
“No, you don’t,” you reply coldly.
“Why do you push me away?”
“Satoru, you’re just emotional from your recent breakup—“
“I’m not! That was months ago! You always reject how I feel but you never tell me how you truly feel.”
He’s right. Truthfully, you’ve always had a special place in your heart reserved for him but refuse to act upon it. Because Satoru Gojo could never see you more than a friend.
Girls flock him like birds. You’ve always been there throughout his plentiful girlfriends. You’re nothing but a friend.
“How can you blame me for that? If you can’t even keep my promise to stick with me at a party, how can I be sure you’ll stick with me through everything else?”
“I—”
You pick your bag up and stand in front of the door.
“I’ll see you after the break, Satoru.”
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A week had passed since Satoru’s confession. Your friends have all left to go visit their families for the break but you chose to stay on campus. You pass the piano room everyday but never enter it.
You decide to go when you’re sure Satoru isn’t there. He’s tried reaching out by texting and calling but you refuse to pick up. You even saw him outside your building, standing in the cold.
When you step inside, everything is tidy and dusted off. You sit in front of the piano and notice a small note on the stand. You unfold the note and realize it’s from Satoru.
To my miss, 07/12/2026
I’m sorry for leaving you at the party. I thought you were having fun with the others and I got caught up with a friend. Strictly a friend. There’s no excuse for leaving you alone.
But I want to make it up to you because I love you. I’ve loved you since we were children and my love has only strengthened when we met up again. Distance truly makes the heart grow fonder.
I dated other girls but honestly, my heart felt incomplete. You held the piece that made me feel full. I love you so much and I’m sad that I’ve only realized now. You don’t have to love me back. I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable.
My birthday wish this year is for you to forgive me. Just forgive. I leave on the 18th if you wanna talk.
Last time, I promise.
I love you,
Satoru
The 18th? You check your watch. That’s today. You run out of the room and to his shared house. It’s cold. You weren’t expecting to be running outdoors.
You cross the street, not minding the traffic lights. A car honks at you and you lift your hand up to apologize.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
You run off to the sidewalk but the driver steps out. Startled, you walk slower, facing away from the driver.
The person then calls out for your name.
Satoru.
You turn around and meet his icy blue eyes. They stand out in the white surroundings: his hair, the snow and his car.
“Satoru!”
You wrap your arms around him and he returns the gesture.
“Don’t go,” you sob. “I’m sorry, please stay.”
He strokes your hair gently.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“You said you’re leaving today.”
“I’m just visiting family. I’ll be back.” You feel his cold lips press against your hair.
You punch his chest lightly.
“You made it sound like you were leaving me again. Like you did 10 years ago.”
“But I came back, right?”
“After 10 years.”
He laughs softly.
“I’ll be back after the weekend. Just wait a bit more.”
He pulls you off his chest and holds onto your shoulders.
“I promise.”
He sticks out his pinky. You give him a playful disgusted look before interlocking yours with his reluctantly.
“Okay.”
He takes his scarf off and wraps it around your neck.
“You’re shivering. That’s warmer and better, right?”
“Mhm.”
“Now go home. I’ll see you soon, missus.”
“Missus?”
“We’re basically married now.”
He shrugs.
“Okay, I’ll see you then. Keep your promise, mister.”
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˖Ი𐑼⋆ Choso has… puppy ears???
₍^. .^₎⟆ gn reader, handjob
Choso has always been a little shy around you. He’s explained that it’s because you’re just so pretty and too popular for a guy like him. These conversations always lead to you reassuring him and peppering him with kisses!
Just like now…
Choso is seated in between your legs on the bed, resting his head on your chest. You rub his hair softly and poke through his hair buns.
You give him a kiss in between them.
“You’re perfect, you know that?”
Though his face is not visible, you notice the slight hue of pink appear at the tips of his ears.
“Don’t say stuff like that,” he whispers and begins squeezing your thighs lightly.
“You can’t silence the truth!”
You giggle to yourself.
“Why don’t you ever let your hair down, Cho?”
You feel him tense before he says anything.
“I… never had any reason to.”
“Can I see now then?”
Choso stays silent before turning to you. His lips quiver and you notice the hesitation in his face.
“Just don’t freak out, okay?”
“Why would I? I’m sure you’re not all of a sudden ugly when you let your hair down, Cho.”
You start to take his hair ties out and let his hair free. It’s oddly stiff, not letting go of the bun form. You ruffle his hair around and suddenly feel something softer— fuzzier.
You comb out his hair with your hands and notice something furry sticking out of his head…
Ears?!
You gasp softly when you see his ears twitch. His ears retreat slowly and he whimpers.
“Ah— I’m sorry if this is— oh!”
You run your hand over his right ear, playing with it in between your fingers.
“They’re a bit— hmmm… sensitive.”
“Wow. You’ve been hiding this from me? So cute…” you’re mumbling to yourself, paying no regard to Choso’s physical state.
His back is arched against you, begging to be touched in more demanding areas.
“If you keep touching me like that…”
“Choso, you perv. Are you getting off to this?”
You stop moving your hands but he nuzzles against you to feel the pleasure again.
“I’m the perv? You’re the one feeling up my ears. Keep going…”
He pushes around his bulge and you smile. You press your lips against his ears before nibbling softly.
“I’ll keep petting you if you don’t touch yourself. Can you do that?”
His breath hitches and he nods.
“Yes… of course.”
He grips the bedsheets around your thigh and bites his lip. You just now notice his canine that peeks past his shut lips.
“You’re a cute puppy, aren’t ya?” you tease, angling his face so that you can directly kiss his lips.
He bites your bottom lip and stops you from pulling away. You inch your hand closer to the waistband of his pants and then slip underneath them.
You fondle his balls through his underwear and earn a soft whimper press against your lips. You’re finally able to pull away with a string of saliva still connecting you two. His eyes are clamped shut and he’s biting his lip. Adorable…
A sight to remember. You feel his ears stiffen and perk up when you finally slip your hand under his briefs, stroking his cock directly. With it becoming increasingly hard, it doesn’t take much effort for you to pop it out of his undergarments.
His hard length is throbbing against your gentle hand as you suck on his kiss-swollen lips. His ears are twitching nonstop and his whimpers fall out of his mouth like a stream of water.
You pull back and admire his expression: half-lidded eyes with a lazy smile. Your strokes come in fluctuating waves, the speed increasing and decreasing, edging Choso from reaching his climax.
“P-please don’t tease… wanna cum,” he whines.
“How can I let you cum after knowing you kept this secret from me?”
“I only hid it because— hic! I thought you’d be disgusted.”
“I’m sorry…”
His eyes get glossy and you start to feel pity grow in your stomach.
“Poor thing.“
Your words are genuine but they come out laced in condescension.
You kiss his temple and begin peppering him with kisses. You migrate your head upwards to kiss his perked ears softly. Your other hand starts to work faster, finally giving him what he wants.
His hips buck a little and you can’t help but laugh at him. You kiss over his eyelids and suddenly feel his hands grip at your knees.
You press your thumb against his tip, rubbing his precum all over it. The pleasure from his ears and cock is all too much.
“I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop, please—“
You choose to lay mercy on him and stroke both his sensitive points lovingly whilst kissing his cheek.
“Ah— fuck,” he growls.
You’ve never noticed how animalistic his moans were until now. He’s basically rumbling against you.
“Cum for me, puppy.”
The name seems to trigger a wave of pleasure because with no warning, splurges of his hot seed releases in thick ropes out of his red tip. The strings reach his shirt and you lean down to try and catch some in your mouth.
“S-shit, don’t get so— hngh— close!”
Most of his cum ends up painting your face instead so you try to lick around your lips. You take your cum covered hand and offer it to him.
He gives you a quizzical look and you answer by shoving your fingers past his lips. He welcomes them and swirls his tongue around them. When you tug softly, he gives you one last bite before pulling away.
“Sweet, right?” you ask, an innocent smile on your face.
He knows you love to tease and it riles him up all the time. Matter of fact, he can feel his cocky twitching and rising right now.
“So very sweet…” he replies.
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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Romantic cliché #1: One bed trope ft. Satoru Gojo!
₍^. .^₎⟆ fluff, suggestive, coworkers, office au, gn reader
#2: childhood friends to lovers
Gojo was (and is) a dick. He’s just so damn irritating. He was your coworker, who held an identical position to you. He constantly compared the quality of your work with his, bragging about how his was better.
Unfortunately, the both of you are also your company’s best competitive employees. They needed to send out two representatives to an international conference. What better duo is there if not you two?
People at the office found your disputes entertaining, referring to you guys as the two who fought like a “married couple.”
A good percentage— if not all— of your fights start because of Gojo. It could be a snarky comment, a disagreement with one of your claims or even just him making a face at you during a presentation.
It’s always something small, yet somehow Gojo manages to make it feel much bigger. The constant bickering from the both of you is never unnoticed, especially by your boss, Shoko.
Luckily, she’s close friends with you, reducing the chance of your possible termination. She’s also the one who convinced you to go on this trip in her place.
“Family emergency,” she explained.
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Night one:
“Hello, we’re checking in under Shoko Ieri.”
The lady behind the counter searches for the name on the desk computer carefully.
“Ah! Yes, for three nights?”
“Unfortunately.”
Gojo finally trails in, a chicken skewer in his hand.
“Look! They have free dinner! Want to try?”
The lady turns to the white-haired man and then back at you, smiling.
“I’ll just go get the key,” she informs you.
“Thanks so much.”
You turn to face her when you suddenly feel a blunt object poke your cheek. You spin your head to meet Gojo’s chicken skewer in front of your nose.
“Gojo! What the hell?!”
“Try it! It’s really good!”
“I’ll get my own later! Can you focus?”
“On what..?”
He takes another bite and chews. Loudly.
“Gojo, I swear if you—”
“Excuse me. Your keys.”
You snap your attention back to the reception lady and take the keys, thanking her.
“Please have a wonderful stay.”
“I’ll try,” you huff out.
Satoru says his thanks and follows you to the elevator. When you reach your room, you’re greeted by a short hallway. To the right is a bathroom, and beyond it, one bed that catches your attention.
Two swans made of towels sat on the bed neatly, their heads forming a heart. A box of chocolate placed in front of them with a note saying “Enjoy your stay.” in cursive writing.
You exhale and search for any sign of another bed. You see another door and end up disappointed when you open it and realize it’s a closet.
“Did she book a room with only one bed? What the hell?” you mutter to yourself.
Meanwhile Gojo is already munching on the chocolates and spreading his body on the bed.
“Okay, you can skip the barbecue but you have to try this! Tastes expensive.”
You roll your eyes and open up your suitcase.
“Gojo—”
“Satoru! No need for the formalities outside the office.”
“…Satoru, please get off the bed. You’re filthy.”
“Please, as if this bed isn’t covered in cum stains.”
You scoff and pick out your bath towel and pyjamas. You look at the clock. 10:48. You needed to be up by 5 a.m. tomorrow.
“Whatever. I’m going to take a shower.”
“Suit yourself.”
He shrugs and places the last piece of chocolate in his mouth.
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Whilst Satoru takes his shower, you set yourself up on the couch next to the footrest of the bed. You grab another clean towel from your bag and use it as a blanket.
It’s small and honestly depressing but it works. You’re just about to slip under your makeshift covers when Satoru walks out of the bathroom half naked.
A towel wraps around his bottom half, giving you full access to his toned and wet abs. His hair is slicked up in a way you’ve never seen before. A toothbrush is halfway in his mouth, and the expression he holds says that he’s missing something.
“Ah, there it is!”
He pulls out a wide black shirt with a cat in the middle from his suitcase and shows it to you.
“Isn’t it cute?”
His face contorts into the same expression the cat is making. He pouts at you.
“So cute,” you agree, an obvious tone of sarcasm laced in your voice.
“Please hurry up. I’d like to turn the lights off.”
“Mhm, right.”
He rushes back in the bathroom and it only takes a few minutes before he’s back in the room.
“Okay! Let’s get into bed!” he sings, tucking himself in between the covers.
“Are you not sleeping on the bed?”
“No,” you state and the tone of your voice suggests that you won’t be changing your mind either.
“Okay, weirdo.”
He shut the lights off using a remote— how fancy is this hotel?— and you fall asleep almost immediately.
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Being a deep sleeper had few perks but also many drawbacks. One of them is that you can’t seem to feel any physical discomfort once you fall asleep.
The hotel room is cold. Satoru hears it only two hours into his sleep. And by it, he means your loud shivering. Your teeth chatters loudly above the otherwise quiet night.
Satoru can’t take it anymore. There’s only one way to solve this.
That’s what brought him to carry you into his arms and onto the bed. He prays that you don’t wake up. He doesn’t need you yelling at him right now. He’ll deal with that tomorrow morning.
He pulls the blanket over your shoulders and pushes some hair from your face. He’s tempted to sleep next to you, as it would provide maximum body warmth for the both of you.
But he doesn’t want to push any boundaries that you might’ve set. So he takes the cold way out and sleeps on the couch.
The smell of your towel comforts him, along with the warmth your body left on the couch. It doesn’t take long before he begins to snore softly.
Night two:
You didn’t ask Satoru about how and why you woke up on the bed this morning. He didn’t tell you either. Perhaps you both had sleepwalking abilities, you tell yourself.
After the first day of exhaustive talking and endless presentations, you both arrive back at the hotel room. You slip your heels off and plop down on the bed.
Satoru is just as tired and even argues with you that he’s “more tired” than you. You can only scoff at that.
Once the two of you prepare for bed, you sit at the edge awkwardly and fiddle with the blanket.
“So—“
“Take the bed. It’s warmer and you’re so loud when you’re cold,” he simply says as he makes himself comfortable on the couch.
He acts out your shivering and you stare at him with a blank expression.
“Alright! If you say so!”
You hop into the bed and turn the lights off. Deep sleep hits you like a truck but it comes with an uncommon consequence.
You face a horrifying nightmare, causing you to toss and turn repeatedly. The shuffling of your body does not go unnoticed by the light sleeper, Satoru.
He wakes up with his eye twitching in annoyance. He stands up and hovers above you. He notices how your eyes are screwed shut and his gaze softens.
You continue to toss and turn until he shakes you awake. You jump out of bed, coming face to face with Satoru.
“Ow— fuck! You’re already loud as hell and now you’re gonna hurt me? It’s like you don’t want me to sleep!”
Satoru rubs his head aggressively, staring at your wide-eyed state.
“Sorry! I was having a nightmare.”
“Aw, do you want a glass of warm milk to sleep better?” he coos tauntingly.
You flick his forehead and lie down again, hiding yourself under the covers.
“Maybe your subconscious is scared. Do you usually sleep with a stuffed animal or something?”
“N-no! Just go to sleep!”
“I can’t when you’re being loud as fuck.”
You keep silent whilst facing away from him.
“Want me to sleep next to you?” he laughs.
You don’t respond.
“Fine, be that way. I’ll just—”
He scoots in the bed and you immediately feel the warmth that he brings. He keeps his distance, ensuring you both had no physical contact with one another.
“Maybe sleeping next to me will stimulate your brain to dream of me.”
“You’re such a freak.”
“Hey, it wouldn’t have to be a wet dream. Unless—“
“It would be the worst nightmare ever. Good luck sleeping now,” you huff, but there’s no true malice in your tone.
“Sure. Tell me about it tomorrow, sweetheart. Goodnight!”
“Goodnight.”
And so what if Satoru was right? So what if you had a cute dream of you and Satoru living on a Tomodachi island? It’s not like he’d ever know. You’d never tell him.
But he did know. When he heard you whisper his name during your deep sleep, he knew you at least dreamt of him. It made him smile and face you, even though your back faced him.
Night three:
The both of you decide that tonight, you’ll both take the bed. You create a wall made of pillows to place between you two to prevent this morning’s events to repeat.
You woke up practically pressed against each other. His arm secured around your waist and his face pressed against your hair.
“Is this necessary?” he groans out.
“Yeah, I don’t want you all over me in the morning again.”
“As if you hadn’t dreamt of me,” he mutters.
You pretend not to hear it, trying to avoid that conversation as much as possible. Once your pillow wall has been constructed, you lie down and sigh.
“Last night with you. Fucking finally,” you blurt out.
“Fucking finally or fucking finally?”
“What the hell are you on about? Y’know what, just go to sleep.”
“Doesn’t have to be our last night together,” he purrs.
“I’ve enjoyed this trip. Because of the good food and everyone but a lot of credit goes to you. I know we’ve had our differences but… you’re not that bad!”
You can just imagine his cocky grin plastered on his face. You only scoff at his attempt to compliment you.
“Yeah, well you’re still a dick.”
He laughs at that.
“You’re not horrible either, Satoru. That might just be the close proximity speaking.”
“We have a wall in between us. There’s no close proximity at all.”
“Guess you’re right.”
You turn the lights off, getting in position to sleep.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” you echo back to him.
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Turns out, pillows aren’t the best materials for defence.
In the morning, you somehow land back in the same position as yesterday. Only this time, you’re facing him directly.
As you stir awake, you’re met with Satoru’s large chest and shoulders. His leg cages around yours which pulls you closer to him.
When you tilt your head to look at him, his eyes are half-lidded looking down at you.
“Satoru?”
“Shh, you’re cuter when you’re not talking.”
You grunt in response and close your eyes. It doesn’t seem to hit either of you that you’re cuddled up in each others arms so lovingly.
“The flight is in a few hours. Get some more sleep,” he slurs out, falling asleep himself.
“Okay,” you whisper back.
He pulls you in closer, nuzzling his nose into your hair.
“Let’s not tell anyone about this,” he whispers into your hair.
“Definitely.”
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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Roommate!Satoru has to take care of you after you injured your hands :((
₍^. .^₎⟆ fluff, fem!reader and suggestive !!
“What the hell did you do?” your roommate, Satoru, exclaims.
“Nothing! I just—“
Before you can continue, Satoru dashes towards you and lifts your hands up to get a closer look at your bandaged hands. You wince before continuing.
“Rope burn.”
“The hell? How?”
“Rope climbing. Got all the way to the top to fall right on my butt,” you giggle softly.
He holds on to your wrists tighter and sighs loudly.
“You should be more careful next time. This looks painful.”
“Only when you’re gripping my wrists like that.”
He pulls away suddenly and laughs.
“Right! Sorry. You hungry?”
“I could eat.”
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“Say ahhhh.”
You open your mouth widely and bite down when the spoon carrying soup enters your mouth. You swallow the hot spoonful slowly before turning to Satoru.
“So good,” you drawl out.
Satoru brings another spoonful and brings it to your lips, waiting for them to open. You turn to look at him and laugh.
“Must you lather my lips in the soup? Give me a second.”
He grunts and pulls his hand away, frowning.
“Am I gonna have to do everything for you?“ he groans dramatically.
“What are roommates for?” you smile.
“I’m full now. Thanks, Satoru.”
“Already? You barely ate!” Satoru exclaims.
“You fed me a bowl and a half, Satoru. Plus, I thought you were getting tired.”
“I was only joking. I’ll feed you all day if need be.”
“Aw really? You’re such a sweetie.”
A hint of sarcasm lies in your voice. You smile at him and notice how his eyes soften. You raise your eyebrow in confusion.
“You have a little—“
He swipes his thumb across your lips, and licks the residue off it.
“Wow, your lips turned the soup sweet,” he jesters and gets up to load the bowl into the dishwasher.
Your face warms and you look out the window.
Satoru was always a big flirt. And you weren’t the only person who was lucky enough to know that side of him. It was part of his charisma that everyone was well aware of.
Therefore, in times like these, you convince yourself that his words mean nothing.
“Cat got your tongue?”
You don’t see, but you feel the smirk on his face.
“N-no! What am I supposed to say to that?” you huff.
“Just get me some dessert.”
“Okay, okay.”
He opens up a cabinet and pulls out the only sweet treat you guys have in stock right now: strawberry pocky.
He takes a seat next to you again, opening the package up.
“That’s what you consider dessert?”
Your face deadpans.
“It’s sweet! Or would you like something sweeter?”
He bites into a pocky and rests his chin on his elbow.
“Like?”
“Me,” he sings, giving u a wink.
A scowl appears your face as you shake your head.
“Can you just feed me? You’re so cheesy.”
He takes a stick and places it in between his teeth and faces you. He puckers his lips around the strawberry coating, eyeing the stick and then you.
You blush as you take your first bite and he follows. When your noses almost touch, your eyes lock on one another and you pull away, breaking the stick in half.
He laughs but you pout.
“You lose!”
“Can you not just feed me the normal way?”
“Hehe, you’re cute when you’re flustered though. Want another?”
You shake your head and look away again.
“So cute.”
You feel something dull poke your cheek and you turn back around. It’s another pocky stick.
“C’mon, I’m sorry.”
He presses the stick between your lips this time, nudging it inside your mouth until you give in. It doesn’t take long before you bite down on the strawberry flavoured snack.
“Do you need to press everything against my lips?”
“I could press something else against your lips!”
“What?!”
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“Satoru!”
His name echoes softly in the walls of your bathroom.
“Yes? Are you hurt?”
His head peeks into the bathroom, visibly panicked, until he realizes why you called him.
“Aw, poor thing. Can’t brush her teeth without help from the Satoru Gojo?”
“Shut up. Matter of fact, get out. I’ll do this myself.”
“No, no! I’m sorry.”
He takes the toothbrush and you open your mouth on instinct.
“Always me putting something in your mouth. I’m starting to sense a pattern…” he hums.
You grunt as he scrubs your teeth gently, whistling a mellow tune.
“Wider, cutie.”
You’ve no choice but to obey but avoid his intense gaze.
“Okay, swallow.”
“What?”
Your eyes widen and he grins.
“Whoops! That’s usually the next line but I suppose you can spit this time.”
You spit out into the sink, wiping off any toothpaste that remains on your face.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’d show you but you’re in no state of mind. Or should I say— state of hands?”
“Uhuh. Can you actually help me replace my bandages?”
“Sure!”
You unwrap your bandages and wash them under warm water. Satoru watches intently from the edge of the bathtub, holding the bandages patiently.
You sit next to him, grabbing a container of aloe vera and applying carefully. You offer him one of your hands and he wraps them up silently.
That is before he makes another stupid remark.
“My poor injured baby. Can’t even touch yourself like this. Must be like hell.”
“Gross. That’s what you’re thinking about?”
You wince, clamming your eyes shut.
“You’re telling me you haven’t thought about that— wait! Don’t tell me you haven’t touched yourself before?!”
“What the— of course, I— I mean yeah, who hasn’t?”
Satoru says nothing and instead giggles. He takes your other hand and repeats the process with a goofy smile on his face.
Two hours and thirty-two minutes— that’s how long you’ve spent with Satoru tonight. Would you have chosen to spend it any other way? Probably not.
Being an idiot comes with plenty of obvious disadvantages: failing classes, overthinking, procrastinating— the list goes on.
But it did come with one benefit: having a really hot sweet tutor.
Satoru was an undeniable loser. Okay, perhaps that’s too harsh. But he is the definition of both a geek and a nerd. He was always ahead of the syllabus and at least ten lessons ahead.
He kept to himself most of the time as any interaction he had with anyone tended to be awkward. He fumbled his words, laughed at the worst times, and spoke in a volume barely above a whisper.
So why did he start conducting tutoring sessions? Even he doesn’t know.
Though he’s socially awkward, nobody can deny his intelligence. So when you find out that he was offering private lessons, you were the first to reach out.
The lessons are supposed to last only one hour a night tops but Satoru pities your academic struggles. Therefore, he’s stayed more than double the usual duration for the first session. He’s determined to get you at least an 80 on the next test.
“Have you read it over yet? I can start questioning you again.”
You’ve read this specific section on meiosis two times now, but it just won’t register in your head.
“Yep,” you huff, frustrated at yourself for not improving.
“Okay.”
He slides the book to his side of the desk.
“What is the cell called after it has gone mitosis?”
“Primary spermatocytes?”
“Close— it‘s spermatogonia.”
“That wasn’t close at all!” you exhale, slamming your head on the desk.
“They all have the word sperm in them. This is unfair.”
“You do have a point. But that’s why we’re practicing,” he reassures softly.
You blow a raspberry before looking up again.
“After mitosis occurs, what happens to spermatogonia in preparation for meiosis?”
“The cell grows larger and DNA is replicated. These are the primary spermatocytes, right?”
“Correct! See? Already doing better,” he chuckles.
You turn to face him. His elbow rests on the table, his hand propping his face up. You watch as his slender fingers flip through the pages, gliding them in between the pages.
You wonder what it would be like if they were in you- okay, focus.
“Are you paying attention?”
His voice snaps you out of your silly trance and you cough.
“Mhm, yes paying attention to you,” you sputter.
“What?”
“Like I’m listening to you, I meant.”
“Right.”
His voice suggests that he doesn’t believe you one bit.
“So what’s the answer?”
“Good question. What is the answer, Mister smarty-pants?” you try to joke your way out of not listening but it doesn’t work.
“So you weren’t paying attention. Something on your mind?”
His eyes search for yours but you avoid them as much as you can. You look at his platinum hair, then back to his long fingers and then his shirt.
“N-nothing. What wolf is your shirt referring to?”
His grey shirt had the words ASK ME ABOUT MY WOLF in a tattered, black font placed in the middle.
“Ah, thought no one would ask. Perhaps I’ll tell you about it as a reward for answering my questions correctly, hm?”
You cock your head to the side and arch an eyebrow. Although skeptical, you agree.
“Okay.”
So for the next hour and a half, you’re determined to get all his questions right. The curiosity about his ‘wolf’ has subconsciously made you a better thinker and improved your memory temporarily.
By this point, even you are impressed with how much information you’re able to retain.
“Wow, I’m baffled with how much you’ve improved in only four hours!”
“All thanks to you,” you smile.
“You’ll ace your test. And then after, we can study for midterms together.”
You hum in agreement and shut your textbook dramatically. You lay your head on your folded arms and sigh.
“So about that wolf…” your voice trails off before a smirk appears on your lips.
“Oh, right. This may be silly but-“
He interrupts himself by grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it over his head. Your eyes dart to the imprinted wolf that now covers his face.
But like a magnet, his chest pulls your gaze downward instead. He has defined abs that seem to glisten underneath the lamplight.
As your gaze continues to lower, you notice a faint trail of hair leading down from his belly button and disappearing beneath his waistband.
He lifts his hands, imitating claws, and howls playfully.
“Awoooooo!”
He brings his shirt back down, a faint pink now dusting his cheeks. You stare, eyes wide and mouth practically watering. Truly, a reward to remember.
“I even have matching boxers,” he giggles.
You give him a jokingly disgusted look.
“Are you going to show me?”
Your voice turns low and he stops giggling. It’s his turn for his eyes to widen. The blush on his cheeks spread to his ears and he laughs anxiously.
“That’s hardly appropriate,” he says, looking away.
You notice him shift in the seat next to you and you smirk.
“You said it’d be a reward. Please?” you drawl out your plea and bat your eyelashes at him.
“Okay, fine.”
“Yay!” you exclaim, lifting your head up.
His hands shakily work at his belt and zipper before standing up and pulling his pants to his thighs.
You try your best to suppress a giggle but can’t.
He actually has wolf boxers on.
Its face covered his growing bulge and you continue to make eye contact with its golden amber eyes and snicker. You trace the outline of its face and look up at him. His eyes are clamped shut and he’s biting his lower lip.
“D-do you have to touch?” he hisses out.
“Guess not. It’s just that the wolf is so three-dimensional down here compared to—“
You lift his shirt up slightly.
“—up here.”
You start to palm his boxers wolf before looking up at him innocently. He lowers his gaze to look at you, his glasses dropping to his nose.
“What monster are you hiding behind this wolf, huh?” you tease.
“I— hey, don’t— hmmmm,” he whimpers out, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Let me pay you for the three extra hours you spent with me tonight, yeah?”
You trace your fingers along the waistband of his boxers, giving you a peek at his sculpted V-line.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to pay me,” he mumbles.
“Very sure, Satoru.”
You drop to your knees and gently pull his briefs down. And holy shit is he huge. How can a quiet guy like him be packing a genuine monster?
Your thoughts are disrupted when his cock twitches, inching higher until it reaches his stomach. Seeing the shadow cascade onto your face made him jerk his hips into the air involuntarily.
You take a handful of his balls and massage them between your cold fingers before sucking on them. Your tongue makes sounds that he found porn worthy and he groans.
“F-fuck please put it in.”
You choose to be nice; after all, he spent four hours tutoring you. You bring his cock to your lips, allowing only the tip in. You swirl your tongue around his flushed head, before pushing him in slowly.
“I can’t! Mhmmm- need it so bad,” he whimpers.
Before you’re able to adjust to his thickness and half of his length, he pushes your head to the base of his cock where your nose meets his shirt.
“S-sorry.”
Despite his apology, he continues ramming his cock into your mouth. You struggle to breathe and it causes you to gag on his cock. He doesn’t stop— he actually thrusts into you faster.
The tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat. You start to feel tears well up in your eyes. He’s huge and rough— totally the opposite of what you’d thought he’d be.
“Ah- gonna- hngh!”
The grip he has on your head becomes tighter and his thrusts become needier. If there’s one thing you expected— and you were right about— it’s that he cums quick.
“C-cumming!”
You shut your eyes as you feel his warm cum burn your throat. His thrusts finally slow down but his intensity continues, your face slapping against his pelvis firmly.
When he pulls away, your lips and his cock are still joined through a string of saliva. Or cum. You couldn’t tell due to its translucent colour.
“What the fuck?” you gasp, looking up at him.
“I’m sorry! I should’ve said something before—“
“No, that’s fine. I’m just shocked with… everything else.”
You point a wiggling finger to his body and he shrugs. His shy demeanour is back, his flushed cheeks matching his throbbing cock.
You pace back and forth between the bedroom and bathroom, trying your best to assure yourself that everything is okay.
You finally did it— you asked Cho to meet in person. Truthfully, both of you were hesitant to agreeing but ultimately decided to do it.
No camera and no masks (inevitably). Your identity would be revealed tonight. That’s what scared you the most.
You cease your anxious marching and stand before the large mirror in the bathroom. You splash cool water onto your face before pushing your hair back in frustration.
You grab onto the edge of the sink and hear a ping come from your phone.
It’s Cho.
omw! be there in 20 mins :)
You stare at the message for a second before replying with a suggestive selfie. You angled the photo downward to get a clear view of your cleavage in the lingerie that you knew he loves. You also sent:
can’t wait ;)
Choso hops in his car, blushing at your lewd photo. He might need to bust one out before the road. But his excitement takes over his body and he pulls out of his parking lot, eager to meet you.
He’s scared that you won’t think he’s not hot enough and cancel the meet altogether. Choso knows that you’re very pretty, based off just your eyes and lips. The standard you have for him must be very high and he’s unsure if he’ll live up to it.
When he reaches the hotel, he checks in and walks towards the lobby. They hand him a key and let him know that a woman is already inside the room.
“Have fun!” the receptionist drawls.
Choso looks back shyly and smiles. A prominent blush spreads across his face and ears as he enters the elevator.
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You sit at the edge of the bed, staring at yourself in the mirror to the right of you. You switch the lights off, leaving only the bedside lamp to light the room.
You hear tapping at the hotel room door and you stand up, patting your thighs anxiously.
You quickly put your laced mask on and watch as the door pushes open slowly and see Cho walk in.
The man has layered hair that sat right above his shoulders. He’s tall and isn’t extremely muscular but you could tell he worked out.
His black laced mask matched the rest of his outfit: dark jeans with a black zip up hoodie. He had jewelry that adorned every part of his clothing.
In summary, he looked hot as fuck.
Suddenly, you felt embarrassingly bare. Your “outfit” barely even covered your ass.
Although, to Choso, you look breathtaking. You’re so pretty in the patterned lace. He can’t believe he’s seeing it in person.
As Choso closes the door behind him, you decide to break the silence.
“Hi.”
“Hey, bunny.”
His voice comes out shaky and he wants to walk out. He feels like such a loser in just your mere presence.
You sit on the bed again, tapping the spot next to you. He walks over and sits, avoiding your kind gaze.
When you finally lock eyes, you speak again.
“You’re much taller than I had imagined. Although, I suppose it makes sense considering how big you are in other places.”
You grin innocently and watch as his cheeks dust with pink.
“Ah, you’re too sweet.”
He presses his hands firmly against his thighs.
“I know I say it a lot but you’re really attractive. This lingerie just adds to it.”
His big hand move to your shoulder, moving across the strap of your bra. He toys with the cute ribbons that adorned it and moves downwards. When he reaches the cup of it, he pauses.
“Can I?” he breathes out and you could barely hear.
“Yes, you can. This is all for you.”
He wastes no time, taking a cup of your breast in his hand and squeezing.
The scene is awkward: both of you sit on the bed, his one hand extended to your chest. His touch is careful, as if he doesn’t want to break you.
He undoes the large ribbon which tied your tits together, just above your cleavage. He pulls the ends to opposite sides, bringing your breasts together.
Your eyes flicker from his hands to his bashful face. You then notice how his legs become tense and how his eyes are completely focused on your tits.
You move suddenly, bringing your legs to straddle him in his place. His mouth runs dry as he keeps it open, desperate for any contact. His hands are still pressed against your breasts but his eyes have shifted to meet your gaze.
“My turn,” you sing.
“May I?”
You tug at the strings of his laced mask, and he nods.
You begin peppering his face with your soft kisses, avoiding his lips on purpose. As you untie his mask, his hands explore your body, landing on your waist. His grip is firm, but not rough.
When the mask comes loose, you let it fall in between you and you pull away to admire his face.
His face looked tired under the lamplight, a red hue around his eyes. A black stripe covers his nose— perhaps a tattoo?
His eyes may be dazed, but they’re also hungry, lust glistening in them as he looks at you.
You shift your knees to bring your bodies closer to each other, grinding on his bulge accidentally.
A loud exhale leaves his lips and his head drops, looking away from you. His eyes land on your tits again until you lift his face with both your hands.
“My eyes are up here, ya know?” you tease, finally giving his lips a peck.
He doesn’t reply and lets the weight of his face fall upon your hands. You use your thumbs to rub identical lines across his cheeks and he melts immediately.
He lets out a soft whine.
Holy shit.
You bite your lip and grind on him purposefully this time. He lets out another noise, desperate and from his throat.
“You’re more of a dog than I am a bunny, hm?” you giggle.
“S-sorry. It’s my first-“
“Your first time? And you do it with a camgirl?”
You don’t mean to, but your tone comes off as condescending. He grabs your wrists and pulls them away from his face.
“A really pretty camgirl,” he corrects.
You release your hand from his loose grip and slap his face lightly.
“You’re cute.”
You stand up on your feet and kneel in front of him. His hands go to his hoodie and unzips it. He strips himself of any clothing he had on his upper half while you worked through the bottom.
You use your own hands to undo his belt, the sound alone turning you on. You unzip his baggy jeans and he helps pull down his pants.
Now that only his boxers kept you from his huge dick, you gulp.
You pull down his underwear to reveal a familiar sight. His cock is identical to his dildo, the only things differing are its weight and colour.
Choso’s cock is unsurprisingly heavy in your hands. The lamp highlighted the features that gave his cock depth. The tip was a faint red, mirroring the skin around his eyes. Precum leaked out of the tip, dripping onto his balls.
When you look up at him again, you find him staring at you, waiting for your next move.
You give his tip a quick kiss before covering the rest of his length with your kisses. When you reach his balls, you suck lightly, continuing to maintain eye contact.
He breaks the eye contact by clamping his eyes shut, clenching his hands tightly. You use your hand to pump him softly. Occasionally you rubbed his tip with your fingers.
His body twitches underneath your touch and his lips part. He wraps the loose ribbons around his fingers again, bringing your tits together.
You take the hint and crawl closer to him, heaving your tits onto his thighs. You allow him to play with the strings a bit longer before taking his cock and slipping it in between the tight space.
“Ah- hmngh- bunny, you feel so- hm.”
He grips onto the ribbons tighter and starts jerking his hips in an uneven pattern. Your squished tits are about to spill out of your lingerie and they ache under the pressure.
You keep silent, letting him do his thing, not moving even an inch. He pulls on the fabric tighter, pushing his cock so far up, you see the tip.
As he continues to thrust, your body moves with him and you have to settle your hands beside his legs to keep balance.
“Ngh- bunny,” he cries out.
“Hm? Keep going, Cho. You’re doing so good,” you praise.
You look up at him, watching him bite his lip in pleasure. He meets your gaze and starts thrusting faster.
You let a string of saliva fall onto his cock, acting as lube for his desperate pounding. His eyes tell you that he’s about to cum.
You take a risk and undo the strings of your mask, removing it carefully before revealing your flushed face.
His eyes widen at your reveal and his thrusts only become more frantic.
“Fuck- bunny- so hot.”
His hips stop moving. He takes the ribbons and tugs at them rhythmically. He begins to thrust into you slowly as he feels his climax approach.
He gives you one last shaky thrust and uses his hands to manually squish your tits together, up and around his cock.
“Gonna cum- please- ahhh!”
His cock spasms before it releases ropes of cum onto his stomach. Some of it lands on your tits.
His mouth hangs open, not holding back any moans. You let him ride out his orgasm before lifting your tits off his still hard cock.
You take two fingers and scoop his cum that landed on your tits, placing them in your mouth. You exaggerate the sucking motion and pull your fingers out in a pop!
Choso’s cock grows harder.
Is that even possible?
“So sweet,” you tease.
Choso’s breathing is uneven and audible. You can feel the desperation leave his swollen lips.
You stretch to kiss them passionately, your tongue entering his mouth. He doesn’t fight your dominance— in fact, welcomes it. Your tongue swirls around his mouth, grazing over his teeth and tongue.
Even with his lips pressed against yours, you can still hear the whimpers leave his mouth. They send direct vibrations through your lips and it makes you smile.
When you pull away, you feel the wet spot on your panties grow larger at the sight of his parted lips and slightly protruding tongue.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, tucking strands of hair behind your ear.
You nuzzle into his hand before getting up suddenly.
“Where are you going?” he pouts.
“Cleaning up your mess.”
You gesture at your cum covered tits and he blushes. He hesitates before speaking suddenly.
“I can clean it up for you. Please?”
He doesn’t wait for your response. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back down to straddle him again. You yelp at the sudden movement. You gather your confidence again and huff.
“Yeah? What do you plan on doing then?” you ask, your voice coming out strained.
Choso latches his face onto your tits, smothering then in his saliva. You gasp at the wet touch, crying out his name.
“C-cho…”
He starts licking your at your cleavage, giving it an occasional suck. His hand snakes up your back and unclips your bra, freeing your tits from the lacy constraint.
His mouth focuses on one nipple now, the other being toyed with his hand. He rubs the nipple in between his index and thumb, whilst circling his tongue around the other.
You find it troubling to remain still and buck your hips unintentionally. Your clothed heat rubs against his erected cock and your mouth forms an o as hot air escapes.
“F-fuck, Cho I thought- hm- you were a virgin?”
He pulls away, an offended expression on his face.
“I also watch a camgirl in my free time,” he states blankly.
You shrug and nod. You suppose that makes sense. He’s probably watched you pleasure yourself enough to the point that he knows what you like.
Instead of continuing to lap at your tits like a dog, he squeezes your ass cheeks lightly. He stands, flipping you onto your back so that you’re beneath him.
He doesn’t stop manhandling you there. He flips you over onto your stomach and drags your legs to the edge of the bed. When your knees hit the floor, he uses one hand to turn your face toward the mirror on your right.
You squeal as he leans down towards your face.
“Does me being a virgin make you doubt my ability to fuck you?”
No.
“Yes, a little,” you whisper.
“Huh?”
It’s his turn to be condescending. He slaps your cheek lightly and then shoves two fingers into your mouth. He presses on your tongue, restricting your speech, but his eyes tell you he still expects a response.
“Yes,” you try to say louder but his fingers muffle any noise you make.
“How mean, bunny. Do you know how much your words hurt me?”
One hand is still exploring your mouth and the other is now rubbing his cock. He guides the tip along your clothed pussy, causing you to jolt.
You whimper around his fingers and it only encourages him to push them into you further. You gag.
“Aw, bunny… can’t handle my fingers? Just a few days ago you were sucking my huge dildo, no?”
Accepting the fact that you can’t speak, you nod your head hysterically. His tip sneaks into your panties, sliding against your entrance directly.
“Do you have it with you?”
You use a clammy hand to point at a small black bag that’s placed neatly on a chair.
He pretends to think before slipping out of your panties and your mouth.
“I have an idea, bunny. Sit in front of the mirror for me.”
You sigh through your nose at the loss of physical contact and raise an eyebrow at his request.
He stands up and walks over to the black bag, his back facing towards you. You choose to do as he commanded, sitting crisscross and staring at yourself.
Your laced outfit is loose. Your hair is a mess. Your eyes are widened and accompanied with a pair of dilated pupils. Aside from the physical reflection in front of you, you also reflect internally.
Your body feels warm. Your panties are drenched. You’re eager but unprepared for what Choso may give you next.
Whilst you continue to study your body and feelings, Choso examines the contents of the black bag.
Within the bag is another bags. He could easily distinguish that it had the dildo due to its distinguishable length. He also notices a pair of bunny ears and a tail.
Choso feels like a pirate who’s just found treasure. He picked the two things up and noticed another thing in the bag.
Your camera.
Did you want to record this? Choso contemplated asking you. The idea of fucking you in front of your usual crowd turns him on but he chooses not to bring it up.
He doesn’t want that blindfolded bitch to see you get fucked good. He hates that guy. He decides that this would be for his eyes and his eyes only.
He takes his dildo out of the bag and smirks.
When he turns to you, he sees you looking at yourself in the mirror. When you notice that he’s facing you, you make eye contact with him through the mirror and grin.
Choso crawls and positions himself behind you. He takes a chunk of your hair and puts it into a loose ponytail, using his hand as the tie. He yanks your hair abruptly and causes you to look into his darkened eyes directly.
He gives you a small peck to the nose before letting your head sit naturally again. This time, he takes the bunny ears and puts it on your head.
“Oh, you found the accessories,” you remark, making eye contact with his reflection.
He hums, “Can’t fuck a bunny without her bunny parts, hm?”
Before you’re able to say anything, he pushes you against the mirror. Your hands and knees fall onto the floor.
He takes the bunny tail and wraps the cord around your waist. When he’s finished, you give him a playful shake and he slaps your ass almost instantly.
You shriek at the sudden contact and turn to face him. He rubs your chin with his fingers before forcing his thumb into your mouth. He jerks your head to look back at the mirror.
He removes his grip from your face and reaches behind him. Surely enough, he’s holding his dildo. He presses it on your lips but you don’t budge.
“Bunny, c’mon. Open for me,” he practically begs.
You do, moving slowly, teasingly.
“That’s it. Good,” he praises.
The dildo gets slathered in your saliva and makes it easier for him to slip it in and out of your mouth. You hollow your cheeks out and let out soft mewls.
Whilst the dildo is in your mouth, he pulls it and sticks it onto the mirror. You continue to suck on it, watching him through his reflection.
“Shit, I’d fuck your mouth but-“
His body shifts and you feel his cock press against you. He moves his hips and grunts.
He finally takes your panties off, slipping them to your knees. You instinctively rub your thighs together before he slides a hand in between them.
“Spread.”
You part your thighs shyly, still sucking on his fat dildo. He grips onto your hips and finally enters you.
The movement is slow, allowing you to adjust to his familiar length. It’s overwhelming. The length isn’t a problem— you’ve taken his dildo many times before.
It’s his grasp on your waist, the dildo in your mouth. But most significantly, it’s the weight that comes with his real cock. The silicone that you were used to feeling is replaced with his hot skin. Every vein that traced along his cock is more apparent.
He pulls back out just to slam back into you again.
“Cho…”
Your voice is muffled by the dildo that invaded your mouth. A sadistic smile creeps up on his face as he watches your eyes roll back and arms shake.
“You can take it, right?”
“Mhm- agh! Cho- ngh-“
He suddenly begins slamming into you desperately. You screw your eyes shut and allow his cock to mold your cunt’s walls. His thrusts are frantic and show no sign of slowing down.
“F-fuck, bunny. You’re a dream- hah- come true.”
His mouth is parted with his tongue poking out. He truly is like a dog.
His strokes are restless and makes the mirror shake. The thrusts force the dildo down your throat, causing you to gag and even cry.
Tears start to well in your eyes before they drop onto the floor. Choso notices and slows down.
“You okay, bunny?” he whispers against your ear.
You nod weakly. Slow tears continue to drip onto the floor.
He nibbles on your ear lightly before reaching for the dildo that occupied your mouth. He popped it off the mirror and out of your mouth, setting it next to you.
“M’sorry, baby.”
His kind words don’t prepare you for his upcoming movements. He ruts back into you with the same tempo from before.
“Cho! Fuck-“
His lips twitch and form that familiar smirk again. Although his actions are confident— cocky, even— his voice tells a different story.
“Hngh- bunny! So t-tight!”
This man is vocal. The occasional grunt slipped out here and there but he let out desperate, softer sounds more often.
His intense pounding is accompanied with talented hands. They roamed your body with ease and rubbed the right spots with intention. He’d move to your neck, your tits and your clit.
So much of you feels all of him and it causes the quick buildup of your climax.
“C-cho, I think- hm- gonna cum!”
Choso doesn’t respond with his words, but rather his actions. His hand finds its way to your clit again, rubbing rapidly.
“Agghhh- Cho- cumming, please!”
“Fuck- that’s it, bunny.”
The tip of his cock is nearly kissing your cervix now. You feel yourself pulse around his cock. You allow your walls to memorize every part of it.
He pulls out swiftly, letting ropes of his thick and copious amount of cum land on your ass. The sudden emptiness between your legs makes you shiver and you unconsciously rub your ass against him.
But feeling your body weaken, your arms that earlier acted as pillars collapse, causing your head to droop against the mirror.
“Oh, bunny. Poor thing,” he coos.
You suddenly feel his strong arms lift you upward and then drop you onto the bed.
He walks off to the bathroom and when he returns, he’s holding a damp towel. He wipes your lower body with it gently.
When he’s finished, you snuggles up into the blanket, pulling your panties up. Choso pulls up his underwear and faces you with a concerned expression on his face.
“Uh, should I go?”
Is this guy serious?
“Stay, please,” you plead.
“Okay.”
His answer is immediate and it makes you laugh.
When he crawls into bed, you turn to face him. You push back some hair that framed his face.
“You’re really pretty,” you whisper into the hot atmosphere.
“P-pretty? That’s something I should be telling you.”
He pauses.
“You’re prettier.”
You let out a giggle and give his lips a peck.
When you pull away to admire his face, he kisses you again. His tongue is all over the place, basically licking you up.
“You should wear puppy ears next time. How about that?” you joke.
His face flushes before he nods his head.
“Woof.”
finally done 🙏 had some exams this week.. and I’ve been working on a choso edit lol so I’m sorry this took foreverrr
Days pass but Cho’s voice still lingers in your head. Outside of your daily streams, you use his dildo to fuck yourself silly.
The experience with his dildo is just so different. But it’s not the same without him moaning in your ears. So you do what any other sensible person would do.
You text him.
hi cho!
It’s Friday night, and you’re setting your cameras up for your stream. A notification pops up on your phone.
hi bunny!!
You’re nervous to continue with your request but decide to push through anyway.
uhm I have an odd request…
hmmmm yesss?
can I use ur dildo on stream?
while I call you?
wanna hear ur voice again :p
Cho doesn’t reply right away. You see him type a message, stop, then start again.
Your anxiety has risen to an unbearable level and you text him again.
sorry nvm forget abt it lol
Just then, he finally sends a message.
dw I’d be honoured!
Your body relaxes and you tell him what time you’d call.
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The clock ticks to 9:15 p.m. and you exhale deeply. You press the call button on your phone and it rings two times before he picks up.
“Hi,” you hear his voice, raspy through your phone speakers.
“Hello. Just wait, gonna put earbuds in.”
“Okay.”
You connect your phone to the device, putting one earbud in your ear.
“Can you hear me?”
“Loud and clear, bunny.”
His voice has shifted from rough to smooth, now filled with confidence. You turn the camera on and stick your tongue out playfully.
“Can you see me?”
He hums and you nod.
You flip the camera around to show him your setup: his dildo on your new sex machine. It’s placed on a plush carpet that is in the center of your living room.
“Hm, did you recently buy this?”
You flip the switch on the contraption, causing it to move the dildo slowly.
“Yeah, just for your dildo honestly.”
Your voice comes out in a hush and he smiles to himself. You turn the machine off and flip the camera again.
“How cute.”
“Me or the machine?” you jest.
“Both.”
A smile creeps up to your face.
“Can I start the live stream now?” you ask, biting your lip. You set the phone camera next to the live stream camera on the floor.
“Sure, shouldn’t I get a special view though?” he teases.
“Oh, sure! Of course. What do you want to see?”
“As long as I can see your face.”
“You don’t even see half my face with this mask,” you huff dramatically.
“Your lips are enough.”
His comment brings heat to your face and you sigh.
“Okay, I’ll have to start the stream before I figure out what I’m doing with you.”
He makes a confused sound and you just grin. You take a seat in front of both cameras, crossing your legs.
“This might be pushing it, but I have another request,” you say, your voice trails off.
“Okay, shoot.”
“Will you turn your camera on too? Give me a special view too,” you ask sheepishly.
The line remains silent aside from the soft buzz in the background. You shift in your position awkwardly, waiting for his response.
“Okay.”
“Really?”
You perk up, straightening your back and beaming with excitement. In Choso’s head, he compares you to a happy dog, the only thing missing is a wagging tail.
“Yeah, of course. Anything for my one and only favourite camgirl.”
You hear harsh shuffling on his end that goes on for a few seconds. When it stops, the camera turns on and it shows a reassuring sight.
You were hoping he wasn’t some old pervert behind his huge cock and hot voice. And he wasn’t!
The camera revealed a dark room, the only source of light coming from his computer. It did a good job at illuminating his clothed body. The camera looks like it’s positioned underneath his desk, showing only his lower body.
He’s wearing grey shorts and a white tee. But even his shorts couldn’t hide his bulge if they tried.
That dildo really must be his cock.
The dildo is thick and lengthy; it’s hard to believe anyone actually has something of that size. But even through the shorts, seeing it removed any doubt you had.
Choso notices your stare and forces a laugh.
“Is something wrong? Usually I do the watching, so this is new to me.”
His voices snaps you out of your trance.
“No, no! I’m sorry, uh- I’ll get the stream started now.”
He laughs again, this time sounding more genuine.
“Okay, bunny.”
“Alright. Three. Two…”
Your expression changes, your voice turns alluring, and your actions are light and effortless.
“Hello, bunnies.”
Your chat floods with your usual guests— and, of course, a few new ones.
“So! I want your guys’ opinion.”
The chat blows up with reactions and questions.
“What position do you guys want me in?”
You move out of the way to show your new sex machine and smile.
“I got a new toy! I can do missionary or be on all fours! I don’t have a preference but I know all of you do.”
“Are you kidding? I better see you on all fours,” Choso hisses.
“Better vote then!”
You set up a poll for the two positions, and watch the voting take place. It fluctuates initially but ultimately ends with doggy winning by around ten percent.
“As expected,” you hum, setting up the machine in front of your sofa.
You place your phone onto the couch, setting your upper body against the cushions.
Bl1ndfolded sent 20 carrots!
Bl1ndfolded: yo what is the monster attached to that it looks so real 😭
The stream camera shows your ass in all its glory and the cute baby pink lingerie that barely covers it.
You giggle as you bring the lingerie down to your thigh highs, shaking your ass playfully. You tease a finger at your enterance, lathering it in your slick.
“Yeah, I got it from a nearby store the other day. It was under the monstrous section,” you joke.
“Oh, really?” Cho’s voice rings through your ear.
You tilt your head and offer him a subtle shrug.
You slide your middle finger inside of you easily, pumping it in and out sluggishly. Though your actions are unhurried, your body makes foul, wet noises.
namento sent 10 carrots!
namento: I wanna see some tits do missionary after plssss
“It might tire me out after one round. It’s huge but we’ll see.”
“Aw thanks, bunny.”
You smile shyly as you stick another finger inside of you. You hear light tapping from his side and soon a ping from your computer.
Red4paint sent 10 carrots!
Red4paint: put it in bunnyyy! don’t be a tease :<
“I was beginning to wonder where you were, Red.”
His name leaves your mouth in a ribbing tone as a sly smile creeps up your face. You hear him grunt and watch as he shifts lightly in his seat.
“But since you’re here…”
Your fingers come to a halt suddenly. You turn and sit upright, facing the stream camera. You bring your soaked fingers to the camera and spread them widely.
Your slick drips down onto the palm of your hand and you bring your hand to your mouth, sucking your fingers softly. You tease your tongue all over your damp fingers before pulling them out again.
Bl1ndfolded sent 40 carrots!
Bl1ndfolded: so freaked out today.. do that again
As you’re about to bring your fingers into your mouth again, Cho’s voice interrupts you.
“Use the dildo.”
You bite back a smirk and perk up. Reaching behind you, you grab the dildo, gathering saliva in your mouth and letting it drip onto the lengthy toy.
Your chat goes wild at the sight and donations are being thrown at you left and right. All of them are begging you to put the dildo inside you; it’s only a matter of where.
Some request the mouth, most request your pussy, and the odd few request ass. You choose to listen to the majority and spread your legs slowly. You drag the dildo across your entrance before slipping it in slowly.
You bite your lips at the incredible length and pump it in you slowly. Your soft whimpers and wet plaps echo through your room, ringing in Choso’s ear.
“So cute,” he breathes out.
You’d love to look at him and see what he’s doing. And so you take the dildo out of you, it leaving with a pop! and place it on the sex machine again.
You position your ass to the stream camera again, crawling to position yourself onto the dildo.
You rest your head on the couch and use your hand to guide the dildo in you again. You let out a gasp when it enters you from this angle and switch the machine on.
You look up on the couch to see Cho palming himself through his pants but with no sense of need.
Is he not enjoying this?
You mewl louder to try and get his attention and it works.
“You okay, hm?”
Although your stream is for all your viewers, you can’t help but want to please Cho the most.
You nod your head miserably and continue to moan for the camera. Your viewers love it all: the way you’re pushing yourself back on the already moving dildo and your genuine whimpers.
You press your lips together in anticipation for Cho to take his pants off. And as if reading your mind, he slides them off, leaving him in just his boxers.
He keeps his boxers on but takes his cock out, causing your eyes to bulge.
He notices and giggles.
“What a view. Just for me, right?”
You nod your head pathetically and reach for the sex machine. You increase the speed and pant.
His cock, identical to your dildo, looked far more appetizing. You part your lips, hungry for the real thing, and drool falls from them.
Your hands grip onto the couch cushions as the pace overwhelms you. You begin to whine at the unbearable feeling.
“You really are like a bunny. Wear a tail next time, yeah?”
His hand squeezes his cock gently, rubbing the tip teasingly. He begins to jerk into his hand with minimal effort, enjoying the messed up state you’re in.
“Gonna- hngh- cum!”
The sight of Cho jerking off is enough to make you cum. It’s a view you’ve wanted to see since you got the dildo. You dreamt of this moment but little did you know, he dreamt of it too.
“Ah- already? Seeing my cock is making you cum this quickly? Huh?”
His voice is confident and condescending, it doesn’t match his actions. He’s thrusting into his hands much faster now, wet noises interrupting his voice. It’s desperate, lustful.
You can’t say anything so you whine again, practically crying out.
Your hands reach for your clit and you rub quick circles around the sensitive bud. When your hand grows tired, you place it next to you, gasping for air.
“Sweet bunny is tired? It’s okay, you’ll cum soon.”
Choso’s enjoying how pathetic you looked. He can’t help but think of this stream as something between the two of you, the others are just watching.
Supposedly, that is true, but the other viewers don’t know that. He’d love to fuck you in front of this pathetic crowd- one that he’s proud to be a part of on most days.
“Come on, bunny. Give your favourite viewer a show.”
His words encourage you to move faster. You bring your hand back to your clit and thrust back into the dildo. Your walls mold around the thick shaft, slowly remembering every imprinted vein on it.
Your climax approaches a new high and your moans work their way up your throat, culminating in one strained whimper.
“C-cumming!” You cry out, halting your rough movements.
“Good, bunny.”
Choso’s thrusts are desperate and he cums as well, white ropes running down his hand.
A similar image is splayed across his screen, your cum dripping down your thighs. He types something with his other hand.
Red4paint sent 100 carrots!
Red4paint: superrrrr hot bunny. u should use this dildo more often
Bl1ndfolded sent 50 carrots!
Bl1ndfolded: yesss I came so fast
“Fucking hate this blindfolded guy. Always trying to outdo me,” Cho scoffs.
You pull yourself off the dildo and laugh.
“Thanks, Red. And thanks, blindfolded. All the love is always appreciated.”
You sit upright again, facing the camera. Your hair is dishevelled from rubbing against the couch cushions but Choso thinks it adds to the fucked out look.
He might cum again.
“That’s it for today’s stream. Hope you enjoyed the new type of content. See ya, bunnies!”
You switch the stream off and turn to your phone camera.
“Was that-“
“You’re so pretty like this. If I were there, I’d shove my real cock down that small throat of yours.”
Your face warms at the thought. What harm does meeting up with a fan bring, right? You’ve already seen parts of him. You wanted to see his face, his expressions when he cums.
What could go wrong with a meet and greet?
can u see me and hear me ???
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Parties are overwhelming. You only learn that today.
Your friends drag you to a frat party to celebrate your soon-to-be commencement at college. You were wrong to think that they’d stick by your side the whole night.
Everybody dispersed the second you stepped foot into the house. You find yourself jumping from group to group, observing all the “fun” activities they were participating in.
Feeling more alone than ever, you go to the second floor where the crowd disappeared. Well, except for those who wanted to fuck.
You found that out the hard way, walking into a room that was occupied by two people against a wall. All you could hear was their intense breathing and skin slapping.
You had stood there awkwardly before you realized how intrusive it was. You shut the door silently and return to the hall.
When you finally locate the bathroom, you step inside, staring at yourself in the mirror.
You shut the door but don’t bother to turn the lights on. You allowed the moonlight to fall on to your face, watching as your eyes began to well up.
You glance down at the sink, your hands tightly gripping at its edge. Then the tears start streaming down your face.
Your tears washed away the makeup you spent hours perfecting. The sight of the ruined mascara and smudged lipstick made your weeping worse.
Your somber mood is interrupted by harsh knocking on the door. Panic rushes through you as you splash water on your face. You grab a nearby towel and wipe it dry as you open the door.
The man was about to knock again but the sudden movement catches him off guard, making him stumble.
“What the…”
Who else would it be if not
“Gojo?”
The white haired man stands before you, a drink in his hand. He wore a loose button up shirt and the usual black tie around his neck.
“Oh, it’s you.”
“Sorry, I was just leaving,” you mumble.
As you walk out, the soft sniffle that escapes you doesn’t go unnoticed by Gojo. A firm hand wraps around your wrist, forcing you to stop moving.
“Are you okay? What’s got you crying at a party?” he laughs.
The concern in his words clashes with the tone of his voice. As always, there’s a hint of condescension in it.
“I’m not crying,” you snap.
You hate Satoru Gojo. Hate is a strong word but it’s the right one. He’d always find a way to tease you about anything you do.
You’re speaking? Interrupted by his agitating voice.
You’re writing? He scribbles all over the margin.
You look at your phone? He tries to peak at the screen.
It’s constant. It’s annoying. You wish he’d stop, but he finds you “too easy to anger.”
“Your eyes seem swollen,” he remarks.
“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”
“I’d rather not, Gojo.”
The grip on your arm becomes tighter and he tugs at you softly.
“Stay. Going back to the party won’t do you any good.”
He has a point. Although, you could just leave the party altogether. It’s not like your friends would mind. But his voice sounds promising so you pause.
You draw in a shaky breath and sigh.
“Okay.”
That familiar cocky smile appears on his lips and he pulls you into the bathroom again. He sets his drink down on the sink and shuts the door behind you. He has you against the door with his neck inches away from your face.
His hands move from the doorknob to his neck to undo his tie. Once loose, he yanks it off his neck and wraps it around your eyes.
“What are you-“
“Can’t have you watching me pee!” he giggles.
Even with your vision restricted, you can imagine his stupid smirk plastered on his face. He secures the tie with a knot and flattens down the wrinkles near your eyes.
“Kind of like this look on you. Give me a sec, ‘kay?”
He cups your cheek with both his hands for a brief second and then his presence disappears from in front of you.
You hear clothes ruffling, a zipper being undone and then a splash followed by a steady trickling.
“I could’ve stepped outside, you know?”
“I guess. But you would’ve left,” he says.
“You know me so well,” you jest, rolling your eyes underneath your eyelids.
“I know, I try.”
Suddenly, you hear him zip his pants back up and the water from the sink running.
“So, what’s up?”
“Oh. Well my friends just kind of left me alone. These parties are too much for me. Feeling overwhelmed.”
You hear him stifle a laugh and you frown.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just thought you’d be crying over something more reasonable.“
“Fuck off,” you huff, lifting the tie to your forehead.
“No, I’m sorry,” he whispers into your ear and slips the tie over fully your head.
“You’re insufferable.”
“You love it.”
He smirks and places the tie on his shoulders, grabbing his red cup from the sink.
“Parties are about being free. You don’t need your friends. You know what you need?”
You scowl and raise an eyebrow.
“A drink! Say ahh.”
He leans in with the cup and you furrow your eyebrows. The cup meets your lips and you part them slightly, maintaining eye contact with the man in front of you.
His lips form a gentler smile as the drink flows through your mouth and throat, burning every part of you that it touches.
“Good job. Finished it before I could get a taste.”
He hands you the cup and you see its remnants. A cloudy brown liquid dripped along the cup’s walls.
“What the fuck is that?” you cough out.
“Don’t know. Suguru made it.”
You shove his shoulder but his stance remains.
“You bitch.”
“Your bitch,” he mutters.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he winks.
“Can I have a taste?”
“Drink the rest of it,” you mumble, handing him the empty cup.
Instead of taking the drink from your hand, he grabs your wrist and leans closer to your face. He takes his thumb and wipes the corner of your mouth.
“Ew, what-“
He swipes the pad of his thumb across his tongue and raises his eyebrows.
“It’s sweet. Although, I don’t know if that’s because of the drink or your lips.”
His comment sends heat to your face.
“Aw, are you flustered?” he coos teasingly.
“You’re always trying to embarrass me, aren’t you?”
“Maybe. I like seeing you get all worked up. Kind of hot.”
Here he goes again. He always makes suggestive comments but you know he does it to piss you off. He means nothing by them. He’s the frat boy of all frat boys.
Girls are always giving him his attention and praise. Except for you. He sees you as a challenge. Something to toy with.
“You’re so irritating to look at.”
He nods, pretending to think. He takes his tie and wraps it around your eyes again.
“Better?” he purrs against your ear.
“F-fuck you,” you stutter at his sudden closeness.
“Woah, buy me a coffee first,” he jokes.
“But we can skip the casualties if you’d like.”
You feel his hand trace up against your jaw and then tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You’re a joke,” you hiss, tilting your head upwards as to look at him.
“And you’re still here with my tie around your head. So who’s really the joke here?”
You grunt and swat his hand off you. What are you doing here?
“Can I have another taste?”
Before you can protest, you feel his soft lips press against yours, and you startle. Your lips pucker but you remain unmoving.
His lips hesitate for a moment as their actions are not reciprocated by you. He pulls away.
“I’m sorry. Fuck, I-“
You use your hands to grab onto his shirt and pull him back to you. Due to your eyes still being covered, you end up kissing his chin instead.
A soft giggle leaves him and you release your grip on him and drag your hands across your face.
“Nuh uh,” he tuts.
He removes your hands from your face and inches his face closer to yours.
“You’re cute sometimes.”
“Just sometimes?”
He kisses you again, deeper this time. When you kiss him back, you feel a smile creep up to his lips which makes you giggle in return. His hands push your wrists to the wall, giving him the opportunity to cage you against the door with his long legs.
The kiss becomes wet and sloppy as he slowly pushes his tongue into your mouth. The moonlit bathroom is filled with echos of your soft whimpers and his occasional grunts.
One of his legs slide between your thighs and he inches up gradually until he meets your dress.
You rub your thighs together to tell him to move further up. He wastes no time, rubbing through the fabric that separates his knee from your wet heat.
When he pulls away, rough breaths can be heard from both of you. You grind on his knee subconsciously, even though he stopped moving it.
“Desperate, are we?”
You halt your movements.
“Okay, you know-“
A finger is pressed firmly against your swollen lips.
“I said we, meaning I am too.”
“Gojo-“
“Satoru,” he corrects.
Before any more words leave your mouth, he guides your body to the sink and you instinctively place your hands on the counter.
He nestles his body right behind you and you feel his clothed erection against your thighs.
“Hard from kissing?” you tease and smirk.
“As if you’re not wet yourself,” he scoffs and rubs his fingers through your underwear.
The sudden touch forces a whimper out of you and you turn your head to face him.
“Do something about it then.”
“I was about to until you fucking talked.”
His other hand positions your head to face the mirror you’re unable to see. He lifts your dress up and squeezes the plush of your ass firmly before giving it a light spank.
“Cute panties. All laced up? You sure you weren’t planning to get laid tonight?”
Spank!
You utter a desperate sound before responding.
“Maybe. Jealous?”
“Who’d you have in mind?”
“Oh, probably Suguru,” you pretend to muse.
Spank!
“Hey-“
“Don’t lie to me.”
Each word was followed by a loud slap against your ass. And each slap was followed by a whiny moan that escaped your throat.
You hear him undo his pants again and feel his pulsing cock against your ass which stung in pain. Soft crinkling can be heard and a groan escapes him.
“Sorry, condom.”
You hum and back your hips into him hungrily and-
Spank!
“Who said you could move, huh?”
He squeezes your face with one hand and uses the other to guide his tip along your underwear.
“Needy bitch.”
You let out a soft mewl as he moves his hand to knead your ass. His hand inches closer to your underwear, moving the fabric to the side.
You feel his tip directly at your opening this time, making you gasp. After coating his tip in your sweet slick, he pushes into you slowly.
Both of you let out a groan at your connection. He slips his full length in completely, causing your hands to search for something new to hold on to. You bend over further, allowing him to reach you deeper and he grips onto your waist.
“Gonna take it like a good girl, right?”
“Don’t even try that-“
Your sentence is interrupted with your own moan as he pulls out to drive back into you. Instead of giving you proper time to adjust to his incredible length, he continues to rock back into you frantically.
His thrusts become rough and alternate from fast to slow, edging you. He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back.
“Yeah, who do you belong to?”
Before you could answer his possessive question, a loud banging is heard against the door. Satoru’s actions do not stop and they actually increase in speed, making it harder for you to hold back your noises.
He brings a hand over your mouth, barely muffling the pornographic noises you are letting out.
“Satoru?”
Oh, of course it was Suguru Geto.
“Suguru! What’s up?”
His voice remains normal, as if he wasn’t thrusting his dick in you.
“The fuck are you doing in there? We’re about to play flip cup and we need you!”
The thought of Suguru being outside the door, clueless of the true scene happening makes you clench around Satoru.
“Ahh shit. Man, I’ll be out soon! Your drink fucked me up.”
Your moans turn into cries and his his hand can’t restrict your noises any further. He pulls the tie from your eyes to your mouth, stuffing the fabric into your mouth. You gag and he smacks your cheek lightly.
Regaining your vision allowed you to see the filthy scene you guys were acting out. Your back was arched slightly, hair disheveled and tits bouncing rhythmically.
Satoru is biting his lip with sweat decorating his forehead. His hands over your mouth turned into fingers pushing the tie further down your mouth. His blue eyes meet yours and they are filled with hungry lust.
He smirks and leans in closer to your ears and nibbles softly.
“Shut the fuck up or you won’t cum, yeah?”
You nod desperately and bite on his tie to try to stop your audible moans.
“Oh.”
Suguru seems to realize what’s going on and sighs.
“Just hurry the fuck up, okay?”
“Of course!”
Satoru’s cheery voice doesn’t match the filthy actions his cock is doing. When Suguru’s footsteps fade, Satoru smacks your ass again.
“You’re so pathetic. Did hearing Suguru’s voice turn you on? I felt you clench around me-“
Spank!
“-bitch.”
Your dazed eyes make brief eye contact with him before they roll backwards from the intense pleasure you are feeling.
His thrusts become messy, filling the room with the sound of wet skin slapping against each other. His one hand is all over your face, then your neck. He squeezes gently and watches as you shut your eyes.
As your climax approaches, your lips part instinctively and you whine. He takes this opportunity to grab your face and suck on your lips. He nibbles at your lower lip and places a hand at your throbbing clit.
He rubs soft circles but it doesn’t last long because almost immediately, he’s swirling his fingers like a madman. This causes your voice to croak against his lips and he grins.
“So hot. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he breathes out.
“Hmgh! I’m gonna cum!”
“Awww,” he coos.
“Come on my dick, baby.”
Your tongue lols out of your mouth as you give him one final squeeze and release. A string of moans escape you and he follow suit.
Giving you last one thrust, his cock remains inside of you and he kisses your neck lovingly.
“You’re mine now, right?”
His voice is lower and desperate. His head is over your shoulder and you mess with his hair.
“Buy me a coffee first, Satoru.”
tbh I kinda hate this but gotta finish what u started 💔
A few minutes after the stream shut down, Choso receives a notification.
bunnycooks sent you a message
hi red!!!
Choso stares at his screen. It’s unreal that his favourite (and only) camgirl was sending him a personal message right now.
hi
thanks for being a consistent donator!
you’ve really helped with paying off my tuition lol
of course! ur streams are so perfect u deserve it!
ure too kind :)
so… regarding the call!
it’ll be similar to the streams set-up wise, but it can be personalized to ur liking!
got anything in mind?
Oh, Choso’s mind is flooded with ideas. Choso knows you only used small vibrators on stream before. There was the occasional stream where you did not cook and used a dildo manually to cum but even then, he thought the dildos were too small (he thinks).
Not enough to pleasure you in the way he knows he could. If he had the option, he’d just fuck you himself instead of having this call. Of course, that cannot be. So he has a compromising idea.
do u have a po box?
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A few days after messaging Red, you continue with your streams and he shows up every time.
Everyday, you check on your po box at the post office, expecting a package. Days go by and nothing.
One Friday afternoon, you finally receive something. It’s a package that was about 7 inches long and took up most of the space in the box.
From: Red4paint
You take it sheepishly and walk home.
After taking a shower, you sit on your couch and text Red.
hey!
got ur package
should I open it? do u wanna have the call tonight?
it’ll be via a link!
Red reads your message instantly and replies.
yes I’d love to
pls just read the note in the box
You send a thumbs up and place your phone down. Using a knife, you open the box and see a large piece of paper that covers a white, elongated box.
Beside it is a red velvet pouch, begging to be opened. The paper read:
hi bunny~
You asked me if I wanted this stream personalized in my way so… I went the extra mile and got you some stuff I’d like you to wear! (put them on before the stream! all of it please)
And… I also got you a dildo of my cock >_<
sorry if that’s weird, you don’t have to use it but it would make the call extra hot!
Every handwritten word makes your eyes widen. This guy really sent you a dildo version of his own dick!
You fold the paper in half and set it to the side. You pick the pouch up and tug at its opening, revealing white lingerie.
You pull the fabric out and see that it’s a one piece corset with ribbons decorating the middle. There’s even a cute bow nearing the pelvis area.
White laced thigh highs sit at the bottom of the pouch as well, wrapped around a bunny-ear headband and lace bracelets.
You sit and stare in adoration.
This guy knows what he likes…
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Moments pass and you still don’t call Choso. Or notify him of what’s to come. He becomes tense, thinking that the dildo might have been too far.
After putting on the filmy attire, you notice that it’s a bit tight, especially in the chest area. The fabric is basically squeezing your breasts together.
You look at yourself in the living room mirror as you put the bracelets and headbands on when you get a notification.
I’m sorry, was my package weird? we don’t have to do this
no it’s fine!
v creative lol I’m excited
I’m almost ready. give me five more minutes and I’ll send the link :)
okay!! can’t wait ;>
You straighten your head to the mirror again and apply lip gloss on carefully. After, you pick out a white lace eye mask to match the lingerie and wear it.
You set a final camera in front of your kitchen counter, facing you like it always is.
Straightening up, you stare blankly at a wall, feeling like you’ve forgotten something.
Oh, his homemade dildo.
You tiptoe back into your living room, taking the white box into your hand. Tilting the box, the base of the dildo comes out and
it’s thick.
Moving the box higher reveals the dildo’s length and you gulp. Not only is it thick, it’s rather lengthy too. Much bigger than the dildos you own. Several veins trailed the shaft too, adding to your excitement.
You hold onto it and head back to the kitchen. You turn the private live stream on and take a seat on the counter behind you so that you’re facing the front view camera. You turn it off, just to keep it suspenseful.
hey
im ready ;)
You send him a link and your computer soon pings, notifying you that someone’s joined the stream.
“Hey, Red,” you greet. “This stream is a bit different. Similar to a call, you can talk to me too! There should be a mic button on your side. Of course, you don’t have to. There’s still the chat.”
“Uhm, hello?” A raspy voice echoes through your computer speakers.
“Hey.”
You jump off the counter and stand closer to your computer.
“So how did the lingerie fit? I hope it’s not too small or big.” His voice is lower this time.
“Do you want to see?”
“Yes- God, yes.”
You turn your front camera on and give it a smile.
“You’re so hot,” he breathes out.
“Can I see the back?”
You decide to tease him and turn around, knowing that your ass (and tail) is being covered by the counter. You wiggle your hips a little before bouncing back to face him.
“I could barely see anything… do you have the back camera set up maybe?”
“I do!”
You decide to mess with him further.
“Say please!”
“Please,” he pleads.
Hearing the desperation in his voice, you switch cameras, revealing your barely covered ass and fluffy bunny tail. Whilst being bent over the counter, you shake your hips again.
“I could come to this alone,” he laughs.
“Yeah? You don’t want to see your little- or should I say huge- dildo in me?”
“Of course I do.”
You smirk, but he doesn’t see.
“Could you maybe…” he starts.
“Yes? This is your personal stream. I’ll do just about anything.”
“Suck the dildo off first?”
You pause your movements and think. You’d never done much mouth stuff before so you’re scared that it might look weird. But this is about pleasuring your customer so you agree anyway.
“Okay.”
You reach for the dildo and get onto your knees, turning to face the back camera.
You tuck your hair behind your ears and begin licking the tip of the silicone cock.
“Yeah, just like that,” you hear him whimper.
You elongate your licks, bringing the tip of your tongue to the base of the dildo to the head. Soon, you wrap your lips around the tip and push it down your throat slowly.
The unfamiliar feeling makes you gag, causing you to pull it out of your throat.
“S-sorry,” you say anxiously.
“That’s okay… keep going when you’re ready.”
His kind response makes you rub your thighs together.
You shove the dildo back into your mouth, closing your eyes at the discomfort you felt at the back of your throat. This time, you try to relax and the pain starts to dissipate.
His breaths become clearer and louder and it makes you smile.
“Okay. Could you put it in you now?”
You smirk and withdraw the dildo which is now covered in your saliva.
“Is it not already?”
“You know what I mean,” he replies shyly.
“Don’t think I do. Use your words.”
“In your pussy,” he whispers bashfully into his mic.
“Sorry, couldn’t hear you. Traffic,” you gesture to a window, edging the tip into your mouth.
“In your pussy, please,” he repeats, louder and more desperate this time.
“Ahhhh okay,” you nod.
You kiss the shaft and you stand up again, showing your ass to him. You take the thin string of fabric which barely covers your ass and move it to the side.
You grab the dildo and place it at your entrance.
“Ready?”
“Yes. Wait. Could you moan out Cho for me? Instead of Red or something.”
“Cho?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, Cho.”
You push the dildo into your aching heat carefully and a wave of pleasure overcomes you. When it’s completely inside of you, you pull it out unhurriedly and slam it back into you.
“Ah- just like tha- hm.”
His moaning is followed with hurried plaps in the background.
schlap!
This is so much better than your other dildos. It was massive and curved just right to hit all your sensitive spots.
You lean on the counter, edging your ass closer to the camera.
“So- aghh- hot.”
You moan, “Hm, Cho your cock is- hah- like made for me.”
“It is made for you.”
He moans.
“Could you split screen please? I wanna see your tits too.”
You not at his request and use your free hand to change the camera settings so that it showed two point of views:
One of the dildo being pushed into you and the other being your half-covered face and tits. They were spilling out of the tight lingerie.
“Ohh shit,” he moans.
You begin to buck your hips back on the dildo now and you feel your legs begin to shake.
You use your free hand to pull down the lingerie to reveal your hardened nipples. You play with them roughly and cry out.
“Your dick- hmngh- feels shooo good, Cho.”
“Say my name again,” you hear him say in between his own whimpers.
“Cho! So big- mhmmmm.”
You feel your high approaching quickly and you bite your lip.
His mic picks up everything clearly. You hear his breaths, moans and even him speeding up movements.
“G-gonna cum,” he pants. You hear the plapping from his side grow faster and you gain the strength to move faster too.
“Me too,” you moan out.
You move the hand that’s playing with your nipples to join the chaos going down in your pussy. You rub your clit frantically and you feel your climax.
“I’m gonna cum!” you hiss.
“Yeah- fuck.”
As you reach your climax, your whole body trembles and you slow your movements.
“Hah- hngh- bunny I’m cumming- ah!”
You press your face onto the counter and you hear him whimpering, slowing down his strokes.
Your hair has become a mess and your eyes are hazy. Feeling weak, you fall onto your knees and drop the dildo.
You turn around to face the back camera and grin.
“That was so hot, bunny. You’re gorgeous right now. I’d love to actually bend you over that counter and fuck you.”
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Tutoring frat!Toji and he teaches you how to give…
“A blowjob?” Toji’s eyebrows raise.
You blink at him innocently.
“Yes? I teach you something and you teach me something. Fair, isn’t it?”
“Sweets…”
You and a couple of friends are running private tutoring sessions for the first and second years for some extra cash.
Toji isn’t younger than you though. He’s actually a year older but he’d kept switching majors and now, he’s stuck in a biology class he doesn’t want to be in.
He’s decided to push through with it because at this point, his money is on the line. Tutoring was the cheaper option so here he is.
“You also said you wanted to bargain my prices, right? If you teach me how to give a blowjob, you won’t have to pay,” you sing the last part and Toji stares at you awkwardly.
He nods, considering the exchange.
“Just a bold request for a girl like you,” he murmurs.
“Sure.”
You squint at him and push your chair away from the desk you both are sitting at. You rise from your seat and walk to the edge of your bed. Toji’s chair spins and his eyes follow your every step.
Toji watches as you kneel down, resting your head on the bed.
A week ago when he met you, you acted closed off and as if you were forced to tutor him. Despite your nervous demeanour, you agreed to tutoring him and slowly, you did open up to him.
But this was way too quick. Maybe not for him but for you. Toji had sex hookups often but usually with girls who were just as experienced as him. He didn’t need to teach them how they should pleasure him.
But he was running low on cash so he’d do anything to save a penny at this point.
He exhales loudly and stands, walking to your bed. Maintaining eye contact, you smile cheekily as he stands in front of you.
You perk up excitedly and scoot in front of him, biting your lip.
“So? Do I need to teach you how to take my pants off too?”
You shake your head frenziedly and reach for the waistband of his sweatpants, hooking your fingers onto it and dragging it down.
His large bulge is covered by his grey boxer briefs and you trace your fingers along the outline.
Your soft touch makes Toji’s whole body twitch and his breathing becomes more audible.
“You gonna start licking through the briefs or something? Pull ‘em down,” he demands.
You do as he says, dragging his briefs to down and his thick, massive cock springs up, reaching his shirt.
He takes a seat on the bed and you watch his cock spasm, precum trickling down his length.
Feeling intimidated, you gulp and continue to ogle at him throbbing.
“You’re freaking me out. Do you actually need me to narrate everything?” he grumbles.
You think about how the tutoring session was going a couple minutes ago and how you had to teach him cellular respiration step by step. You had to narrate every stage so he should too, right?
You shrug innocently and flutter your eyelashes at him. You wedge yourself in between his legs, gripping onto his bare thighs.
“Didn’t know you could be such a brat,” he spits. “Use your hands first.”
You nod simply and wrap your dainty hand around the tip of his cock, applying various amounts of pressure as you stroke down slowly.
“Usually you put the tip in your mouth now?” Toji’s voice comes out raspy.
You blink silently and choose to tease by deliberately giving his tip a few kitten licks, cleaning off any cum that had leaked out.
You notice Toji’s body stiffen and you smirk to yourself. You wrap your lips around the head of his dick and suck lightly.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Toji praises.
You envelope his whole tip into your mouth and gradually you swallow more of his length. His girth pushed your mouth wide open and once he had reached the back of your throat, your eyes begin to tear up.
You look up at Toji with glassy eyes and you notice him watching you silently.
“Keep going, you’re doing good.”
You drag his cock out of your mouth and eagerly, you push it back in. You took him in deeper this time and you gag slightly, pulling him out instantly.
“Sorry…” you whisper, stroking him softly.
“That’s okay. Try again.”
He guides his tip to your wet lips and they part slowly, taking in his dick again. You get used to the feeling of his cock occupying the space in your mouth and begin to move your head faster.
“Fuck just like that.” Toji leans his head back in pleasure.
Unexpectedly, his whole cock slips out of your mouth and before slipping it back in, you rub his cock. You stick your tongue out and slap his cock against it, grinning.
“You fucking tease,” Toji growls, grabbing your hair with a hint of force.
He forcefully pushes his cock into your mouth until your nose makes contact with his stomach.
You let out a muffled groan and shut your teary eyes.
“Yeah, you’ve learned enough, right?” he grunts, shoving his dick so deep down your mouth, you feel it reach your throat.
“Relax, you know better than to gag, yeah?”
You try to nod your head but he slows his movements and begins to roughly buck his hips into you.
“Fuck, can I cum down your throat?”
Toji doesn’t care whether you say yes or no. He does it anyway.
As you nod your head, you feel hot fluid flow down your throat and you choke. Toji steadies your head to the base of his cock and he groans. Hearing your muffled gags only encouraged him to cum more.
He pulls out of you slowly, spurts of cum landing on your tongue. Once your mouth releases its grip on him, you move your jaw side to side ungracefully to relieve the pain from being pried open.
“Aw no… did it hurt?” Toji fakes the concern in his voice.
“You’re just really big,” you murmur, rubbing your cheeks and looking at the floor.
“Yeah, I know.”
You don’t see but you can imagine the mocking pout in his face.
Choso is a complete virgin. He’d never had a girlfriend and more importantly, he’s never had sex.
But a man has to indulge in his manly desires somehow, right?
Choso‘s way to relieve his sexual frustration was by hopping on to a camgirl website every night at precisely 9:30 p.m. to watch his favourite performer:
bunnycooks
Choso adored her streams and anticipated them every night. Her streams consisted a regular routine of cooking, usually with a toy vibrating inside of her. It made her squirm when she did simple tasks like crack an egg or clean the dishes.
His favourite angle was of course, the one from the back. Although her tits were nice to ogle at, there was something about seeing her ass shake involuntarily.
The angle also allowed Choso to immerse himself in the stream his release was much more intense.
His favourite part of this angle was that sometimes, she wore bunny ears that were otherwise hidden in any other angle to prevent showing her face.
Sometimes she’d even wear a bunny tail if she was feeling generous.
Choso barely lasts a minute when she wore her bunny features.
Tonight was no different. 9:30 p.m. came around and the pop-up to the webcam started.
bunnycooks is live now!
Choso clicks and his laptop glows with a woman behind a kitchen counter.
“Hi, bunnies,” she greets, wiggling her fingers at the camera.
“I have a surprise tonight!”
Choso sits up a little, watching as she reaches for something outside of camera view.
“Before I tell you guys, which toy should I use today?”
Her hands reappear in frame, holding a small black vibrator in one and carrying a longer, purple one in the other.
Choso rushes to his keyboard.
Red4paint sent 20 carrots!
Red4paint: pls the purple one!! give us the view from the back too
She giggles.
Bl1ndfolded sent 30 carrots!
Bl1ndfolded: purple purple purple!!
“Purple is popular tonight, huh?” She discards the black one, taking the purple and slipping it underneath the counter to put inside her.
“Sorry Red, my camera from the back isn’t set up.”
Choso frowns.
“I have something that might make up for it though.”
Choso straightens up.
“I was thinking of having a one on one call with a fan soon. As a surprise for my largest donator this stream.”
Choso’s eyes widen. Not only did he want this. He needs this.
“But anyway, let’s get started, yeah? Don’t let the late joiners know about it!” she laughs and for a brief moment, Choso gets a peek at her soft curved lips.
“I’ve already cooked some spam! I wanted to make spam masubi for today’s stream.”
namento sent 50 carrots!
namento: y aren’t u squirming at all ?
“Oh, I forgot to turn it on. I’m sorry.”
She dips her hand back under the counter and a soft hum follows.
A soft breath leaves her lips and Choso feels blood rush to his cock already.
“Thanks for the reminder. Today’s stream will be short. Just putting the ingredients into moulds and- hmm- yeah!”
Choso watches her in awe. She’s so cute.
Red4paint sent 30 carrots!
Red4paint: take the apron off pleaseeeeee
“Red- hah- we haven’t even started.”
Red4paint sent 40 carrots!
Red4paint: looks like you’re gonna cum soon tho
She smiles and starts to pat rice down into the mould.
“Patience.”
After a few minutes of little gasps and giggles from her, Choso decides to stop palming his cock through his pants and pulls them down.
Red4paint sent 20 carrots!
Red4paint: please take the apron off I’ve been waitinggg
Bl1ndfolded sent 30 carrots!
Bl1ndfolded: this red dude desperate as fuckkkk
Choso is taken aback and honestly offended by this.
Red4paint sent 45 carrots!
Red4paint: fuck off
“Guys, let’s not fight through the donations.”
She takes the last piece of nori and wraps it around the spam and rice.
Bl1ndfolded sent 50 carrots!
Bl1ndfolded: was just stating the truth.
Red4paint sent 70 carrots!
Choso refuses to lose. Especially to this idiotic blindfolded guy. Who does he think he is?
“That’s the last of it! I suppose you guys deserve a treat too.”
She takes her finger which is soaked in the oyster sauce which was used to marinate the spam and brings it to her mouth, sucking lightly.
The other hand wraps around her back and her apron comes loose. Choso thinks he’s about to cum.
She takes the apron off, revealing her hardened nipples centred on her swollen breasts.
“F-fuck,” Choso moans out in his dark room. He starts pumping his cock faster, bucking his hips in desperation.
She starts to play with her nipples, rubbing and pinching them.
namento sent 60 carrots!
namento: turn up the intensityy
She bites her lip and reaches for the vibrating toy. The hum gets louder and so does Choso.
“P-please,” he pleads to nobody.
She reaches for a blindfold and wraps it around her eyes, then drops her arms to the counter and leaning forward.
Her tongue is out and she’s whimpering pornographically.
“I think I’m gonna cum- please?”
“Cum for me baby. Come on,” Choso whispers as if she can hear him. His strokes become messier and his moans become louder.
“C-cumming,” she whispers and her body jolts on the counter, biting her lip.
The toy turns off after she reaches her high and she pulls it out of her to show the camera.
“Hm.. came quite a bit,” she breathes out.
The toy was leaking of her fluid and she smiles lazily. Choso follows in her footsteps and comes whilst moaning, “Hngh- my bunny! So shweet.”
Red4paint sent 100 carrots!
Red4paint: so pretty, bunny
Bl1ndfolded sent 150 carrots!
Bl1ndfolded: js came on my screen. hot like always
Red4paint sent 160 carrots!
Red4paint: who won the call, bunny???
“Ah sorry. I totally forgot.”
She leans forward to check the stats and smiles.
“Well, who else if not you, Red? By about one hundred dollars too. I’ll dm you for further details. Thank you.”
Choso smiles to himself and feels his cock get erect again.
“Bye, bunnies.”
part two one day I’m very bad w commiting to mult part stories 😭
˖Ი𐑼⋆ Barista!Kento loves pastries from the local bakery!
Working at a bakery has many perks. You are constantly surrounded by a comforting aroma and get to learn how to bake for yourself. But best of all, you take it upon yourself to deliver sweets to the café next to you in exchange for a warm cup of coffee.
You always took the early morning shifts for this reason. From 3 a.m. to just before 7, you baked to prepare for the morning rush that occurred daily. You also usually had classes at 8 a.m., so it aligns perfectly with your schedule.
Ten minutes before you opened, you’d take some extra pastries and travel across the street to deliver them to the barista there.
He is a bit older than you, with blond hair and glasses that frame his face perfectly.
This tradition of exchange started a few weeks back when you had stayed up all night studying for an exam, in desperate need of coffee. You packed yourself some croissants after your shift and rushed out to the café nearby.
Curious, the man asked if you worked in the bakery and you only nodded. After noticing how he stared at the mini croissants you were shoving in your mouth, you offered him one to which he accepted. His eyes lit up and he praised your baking.
You blushed and offered to bring him something even tastier the next day. So it became routine to bring him some extra pastries and he would return the gesture with a new blend of coffee every day.
You learned his name: Kento Nanami. Throughout your daily ten-minute meetings you’d learn so much about him. You even consider yourselves good friends.
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One early morning at 6 a.m., you finished mixing some cake batter when you hear a knock from the front door of the bakery.
The door, which is mostly made of glass, made it easier for you to see that a tall figure stands outside. It’s still dark so it was hard to see his face completely. You walk up to the door cautiously and point to the “closed” sign on the window.
As you get a closer look, you see that it’s Nanami and let out a breath you did not realize you were holding.
You unlock the door and sigh.
“What are you doing here?”
“I had a day off and wanted to visit,” he smiles and steps into the bakery.
“You’re always coming to me, so I thought I’d return the favour.”
“You don’t have to, Nanami. The café is on the way to campus so it’s more convenient for me to come over,” you smile and lock the door behind him. “Plus, I enjoy the smell of coffee.”
“Hm. I bet it smells better in here though. I’d love to watch you bake up my sweet treat, if you’ll allow me.”
“I’m just about to bake some cake. Come with,” you gesture to behind the counter, leading him through a door which led you to the messy kitchen. “Sorry for the mess. I usually clean up in my last thirty minutes before my coworkers arrive.”
“That’s okay. I like messy.”
You smile and perk up.
“Wait here a moment.”
You leave the kitchen and grab a chair from one of the tables and place it in front of him.
“You can sit there and look pretty for me,” you joke, turning to your cake batter and pouring it into multiple steel pans.
“Me? Pretty? That’s a task for you. And I’d say you’re doing a damn good job at it,” he smirks and pulls the chair forward to be closer to you.
“Awww stop,” you blush.
“It’s the truth.”
“Well thank you, Nanami.”
“Please, do call me Kento. No need for formalities.”
“Okay,” you whisper, placing the cakes into the oven. “Wanna help with the buttercream?”
“I’d love to. What should I do?”
“I don’t think I’ve sifted the powdered sugar yet,” you think out loud, grabbing a sieve and a bowl. “The powdered sugar is in a bowl behind you. Just grab it for me and I’ll start mixing the butter.”
You grab your hand mixer and turn it on, interrupting the quiet atmosphere with its disruptive hum. Kento appears next to you and begins sifting the sugar. After five minutes you turn off the mixer and sigh.
“Sorry. That was a bit loud.”
“That’s okay. I’ve finished with the sugar. I assume that I need to add it to the butter?”
You smile. “You assumed correct!“
He nods and adds all of his bowl’s contents into yours, creating a small cloud of powdered sugar around it.
“Okay great! Thanks. It’s gonna get loud again, so bear with me.”
You turn the hand mixer on again and powdered sugar escapes the bowl, splattering across your apron and his shirt. Too focused on mixing, you both don’t notice.
Once you finish, you turn off the mixer and look at him. You notice that powder has left a trace on his shirt and you gasp.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry I should’ve made you wear an apron,” you shriek, patting down his shirt as an attempt to get rid of the white dust.
“That’s okay. A little white powder doesn’t hurt.”
“I’m sorry again. Do you want to try it?”
You scrape some buttercream with a spatula and lift it to his face.
He tilts the spatula with his hand, bringing it closer to his mouth and licks it. He maintains eye contact. His tongue moved slowly to the tip of the spatula.
“It’s sweet. It’s good,” he praises.
“Sweet! Yes, sweet! Good to know,” you anxiously repeat. You pull the spatula away from him and take a lick for yourself. You see his face flush a little and you smile teasingly.
“Can’t help myself. I love buttercream.”
He grunts.
“Yeah, me too,” he mumbles.
Both of you, visibly embarrassed continue to stare at one another until the timer rings, signifying the cakes are done baking.
“I should-“
“Yeah, go do that.”
You walk to turn the timer off, putting mittens on to take the cakes out of the oven.
“Aren’t they cute?” you exclaim happily.
“Yeah, for sure.”
You can feel that Kento isn’t looking at your cakes and is looking at you instead. This makes your face feel as hot as the cakes are.
“I’ll start doing the dishes. It’s almost 7.”
Kento nods and follows you to the sink.
“Go sit down, Kento,” you instruct as you turn the sink on.
“I’m sure I can be of help.”
“Fine,” you sigh dramatically.
For the next 10 minutes, you both wash the dishes together, avoiding each other’s glances and occasionally brushing hands.
When you both finish, you begin to cut the cakes out of the pans and placing them onto a wire cooking rack.
“Time to frost!” You pick up the bowl of buttercream and start to ice the cakes swiftly. Kento takes a seat and admires your agility and precision.
“If you want to try, you can ice one.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you can keep it too. It’ll be your sweet treat of the day!” you chuckle.
You pass him a cake seated on a plate. He stands up and using a spatula, slaps a huge blob of buttercream onto his small cake. His attempt at not making a mess fails and some cream spills onto the plate underneath.
As you finish icing the last few cakes you set them to the side and watch Kento finish. The edges of his cake are rough and uneven, making you smile.
“The best part of icing cakes is getting to eat the leftover buttercream,” you beam, swiping your finger across his plate.
You place your finger into your mouth and gently suck the frosting off. Kento stays silent and you take another dollop from his plate.
“You should try-“
Before you could finish your sentence, Kento has his mouth around your finger and he sucks softly, making eye contact with you.
“K-Kento when I said to try it I didn’t mean to-“
He interrupts you again, pulling your finger out of his mouth and kissing your lips instead. At first, you’re wide-eyed and your lips remain unmoving but soon, you close your eyes, kissing him back hungrily.
“You’ve been such a tease,” he murmurs against your lips. “Do you know that?”
You only whimper in response, looking up at the clock.
“Shit.”
“What?” he says, still kissing you.
“It’s almost 7. I still need to clean a bit, Kento.”
“I won’t stop you from cleaning. Just allow me to repay you for the cake, okay?”
“Hm?” you query.
He pulls away, leaving your lips cold without his pressed against yours. He pushes you against the counter passing you a rag and a spray bottle.
“Come on, baby. Get to cleaning,” he sing-songs.
“And you say I’m a tease?” You roll your eyes playfully and start spraying the countertops.
“Don’t worry,” he starts. Without warning, he tugs at your pants gently.
“May I?” he whispers into your ear, nibbling on it softly.
“Yes, please.”
He pulls your pants down with ease, beginning to rub circles on your sensitive clit.
“So wet, aren’t you?” he coos, bringing his fingers up to your lips. “Say ah, baby. It’s your turn.” He pushes the pad of his fingers against your lips until you open your mouth, allowing them entry.
“Good girl.”
You finish wiping the countertop and set aside the rag and bottle, placing all your attention to Kento.
You suck on his fingers sweetly and buck your ass against his pants, rubbing his erection in the process.
“Fuck- can’t wait, huh?” his voice comes out raspy.
You pull his fingers from out of your mouth, still connected to you by a string of saliva.
“Please, Kento.”
“Shit.”
Suddenly, you hear the sound of a belt unbuckling and then feel his cock pressed against your ass.
You grip onto the edge of the counter, rubbing your thighs and ass against his hard cock.
“Kento, put it in,” you whine.
He wastes no time and slowly slips the tip in.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mumbles, stuffing you with his cock further.
“Kento, please if you don’t go faster I might-“
Before you could finish your sentence, he pulls out and rams back into you, followed with a loud squelch!
You moan out his name as he continues to thrust into your tight cunt. He uses one hand to pin your arms behind your back and the other to snake around your throat, applying light pressure.
This movement makes your head snap up on instinct. “F-fuck, Kento!”
Your pornographic moans echoed in the silent kitchen. He moves his arm from your throat to your face, cupping it in one hand. He turns your head slightly and kisses you sloppily, practically licking your lips.
“So sweet and tight for me, baby. I’ve been wanting to fuck you- hngh! for so long.”
“Kento! Gonna- ngh! cum!”
“Yeah? You gonna cum?”
His thrusts become more uneven and faster than the last, pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm is felt by both of you as you clenched onto him in an unpredicted rhythm.
You feel his thick, warm cum release into you and you whimper.
“Hah- Kento, so hot,” you breathe, lolling your tongue out.
“Fuck, baby- so tight,” he moans out your name, loosening his grip around your face and placing his hand on top of yours which gripped the counter tightly.
He kisses you again, pulling out of you slowly.
“So pretty. My sweet, sweet baker. Sweeter than any pastry,” he pecks your cheek repeatedly.
You chuckle and turn to face him. “Enough with the jokes.”
“Can’t help it. You’re too cute.”
He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket, cleaning both of you up with it.
“You came prepared?”
He blushes and responds softly, “Yeah. I carry it around everyday in hopes-”
Just then, you hear the front door unlocking.
“Oh shit. What time is it?” You look up at the clock and it shows: 6:58 a.m.
You both pull your pants up quickly and occupy yourselves with a random kitchen task.
Your coworker, Satoru, walks in and raises an eyebrow.
“Wow, who’s this?” he ponders out loud with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
He’s very much aware of your crush on the barista next door and just wanted to tease. He smirks at you.
“Smells like pie in here. Just not… the usual apple.”
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“Baby, can I take a photo of you like this real quick?” your boyfriend, Satoru, asks eagerly before a moan slips out of his mouth.
Currently, you’re on your knees whilst Satoru sits on the edge of your shared bed, leaning his head back in pleasure.
“Okay,” you respond, enveloping the tip of his erect cock in your warm, velvety mouth.
“Y-yeah, just like that-“ he angles his phone so that the camera would capture your entire body.
“Baby, look up at me.”
You hum, sending vibrations down his throbbing cock. You look up and bat your eyelashes at him, sucking on his tip softly.
click!
“Take it out for a sec,” he commands and you obey happily. Your lips are lathered in a combination of his cum and your drool, the sight alone makes Satoru groan.
“Open, baby.”
You do as you’re told and Satoru takes the opportunity to press the pad of his thumb on your tongue, forcing your mouth to open wider.
“You’re so pretty like this. My pretty girl.”
click!
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“Satoru?” you awaken from a nightmare and search for the warmth of your boyfriend’s body. Sadly, your hands instead meet the cold and wrinkled fabric of the blanket.
You flutter your eyes open and look at the time: it’s 11:28 pm. It’s not unusual for Satoru to be awake at this time but it is frustrating. The lack of body warmth makes it harder to sleep. You get up and walk down the dim hallway.
You know that Satoru has trouble falling asleep some nights, and instead of drinking warm milk or counting sheep, he’d draw in his sketchbook. And to no surprise, when you walk into your shared study room, he’s sketching away with his back facing you.
“Hey baby.”
“Satoru come back to bed.”
“Why? Can’t sleep either?” you don’t see it but you feel a smirk has crept up on his face.
You huff and close the door behind you.
“Satoru what are you even-“
Oh.
You’re left speechless when what he’s sketching comes to view.
It’s a character’s face looking up, drool hanging off their chin and a finger is placed in their mouth. The freakiest part wasn’t the drawing itself but the fact that he was using the photos he took of you the other day as a reference.
“S-Satoru why are you using that as your reference?”
“I took the photos for this baby. Did you think I was going to jerk off to them or something?” he laughs.
Honestly, yeah. You thought that he wanted photos of you sucking his dick so he could cum to them some other time- not to use as drawing reference.
“Sit baby,” he pats his clothed thighs, moving his chair to allow you some room.
You pout in response, taking a few steps closer to him.
“Don’t be like that baby. Come, please?”
“Fine…” you slouch your arms onto his shoulders and wrap them around his neck, straddling him, “Why are you drawing that anyway?”
“Commissions.”
“Of that? How provocative,” you mumble into his shoulder.
“You say that but you’re in my shirt and your shorts are barely covering your ass.”
“That’s just your dirty mind,” you defend yourself. It’s true, your outfit wasn’t purposefully sexual.
He laughs, “Sure baby. Sit still.”
For a few minutes you sit unmoving, closing your eyes, listening to the clock tick and his pencil scratch the surface of his sketchbook. That’s until your legs start to cramp up and you squirm to reposition yourself.
“Baby- hey,” he sighs, “Wha- What are you doing? I told you to be still.”
“Cramping up a bit, sorry.”
You continue to shuffle when Satoru groans suddenly. It’s unclear whether it’s a sign that he’s in pain or taking pleasure in this. The feeling of his growing bulge under your thighs confirms that it’s the latter.
“Satoru, are you getting hard?” you pull away from his shoulder and see that he’s biting his lip.
“Can you blame me baby… you’re so cute right now I could eat you.” he says lazily, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.
He smiles and pulls away, gripping onto your waist.
“Why don’t you do both of us a favour?” he smirks, pushing his glasses up.
You hum in response.
“Grind on me baby.”
You blush and place your head into his shoulder.
“That’s so embarrassing,” you practically whine.
“I know you want to. Just try. I’m almost finished the base colour and then I’ll fuck you real good, okay?”
You whimper in response, starting to grind slowly when he laughs softly.
“Good girl, just like that.”
For a few minutes, you continue to grind gently with soft whimpers occasionally leaving your mouth. Satoru seems unbothered, the only sign of enjoyment is his raging erection and the wet spot on his bulge growing.
Soon you feel the need to go faster and your breaths become shorter.
“F-fuck, gonna come- Satoru,” you whimper directly into his ear.
“Stand up and take your panties off.”
“Satoru I’m about to come, please.”
“Take ‘em off or else I won’t fuck you the way you want,” he commands with a stern voice.
You stop grinding, feeling edged and whine as you get off his lap. As you stand up, you pull down your shorts and panties. He doesn’t even look at you, just continues to colour in his art.
“Now what, baby?” you cry out.
“Just wait.” he says, dismissing you. “Go back to the bedroom. I’m almost done.”
You go to reach for your underwear and shorts but Satoru tuts.
“Uh uh, keep them off.”
“Satoru,” you groan out loud.
“Go.”
You grunt and walk into the bedroom, about to cry with how empty you felt.
In desperation, you grab your pillow and put it between your legs, grinding slowly. Your eyes tear up and you whimper.
The door opens and you see a sliver of light in front of you. Satoru enters the room quietly and laughs at you.
“Awww, my baby couldn’t wait?” he coos condescendingly.
He crawls behind you, pushing you onto all fours.
“Yeah, my sweet girl started humping like a bitch in heat. Does it feel good, baby?” he says, dragging his finger down your thigh.
“Come on, baby. You’ll cum for me right?” he whispers softly, biting your ear.
You continue to grind desperately, rolling your eyes back slightly when he wraps his hand around your throat.
“S-Satoru please,” you beg.
“Please what?”
“Gonna c-cum,” you moan out and sob.
“Cum for me baby.”
That pushed you right to the edge and you came on the pillow, slowing down the thrusts.
“How cute. Goodnight now, baby.” He kisses your temple and brings a blanket over him.
