— he’s rambling while eating you out
｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ
Of course he’s talking about some fuckin’ anime show again..
Satoru has not shut up about this “Digimon” thing since the first date — rambling at dinners, forcing you into matching shirts at cons he drags you to, full lectures at 2 a.m. — but now?
Now he’s doing it while his tongue is sliding into your gummy walls, while his thick fingers curl inside your tight heat.
“Toru..c’mon..mmp..stop doin thatt..ahh..—“
You can barely talk. Especially with the way he hums against your soaked pussy, mumbling his commentary like it’s nothing. You swear you feel him grin when your back arches off the sheets.
“I’m not doing anything.” A beat, then a smug, “Well… obviously I’m doing something, considering little miss puss puss is absolutely dripping for my tongue.”
“N..uhh..Not— fuck…fuck..Toru!..its not funny..!”
And again, he lifted up to look at the stupid Tv behind you as a scene of the fucking anime thing played, leaving you breathy and desperate for release.
And Satoru loved every minute of it.
Every time he looked up and left your gushing warmth, licking a glossy glob from the side of his mouth and telling you whats going on in the show, even when you whined and moaned for him to keep going.
Because Satoru Gojo, the absolute nerd that he is, is committed to edging you through the entire episode.
.
.
.
.
Within reason ofcourse.
Just long enough to hear that broken, desperate cry for an orgasm… and to tell you how many minutes are left.
｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ
-# first shot kinda nervous..
