#mmmmhm

you remember running into him the first week of university itself, when people were scrambling around campus, trying so desperately to find the friends they were looking to be with for the rest of their degree— specific interests being thrown around in soft whispers, "so, do you smoke?" or "girl, i love your heels, what brand is that?" or "we should totally make a playlist!"

amidst all of that first-week chaos was satoru, who gave you a calm nod of acknowledgement while you both collected forms for that semester's science exhibition event, where all courses were setting up interactive stalls for school kids to come and learn from. most people took this task as a way to get good extracurricular grades, but not you and satoru.

he volunteered at the physics stall with his group, of course— right next to your microbiology one. he brought you juice boxes for hydration when the sun was too hot and the kids were getting loud and annoying.

he even offered you the cloth he used to wipe his own glasses when he saw you wiping your lenses with your t shirt, murmuring gently— "don't do that. it'll cause scratches. here, use mine."

so sweet.

he asked you out sometime that month, because he didn't want to waste time being an idiot, something about being your boyfriend before anyone else from your lab could even try made him feel satisfied. perhaps he had been a little insecure and nervous about losing you to another guy because of his cowardice.

word spread fast.

"they're lowkey cute!" someone giggled.

"me and who?" another person whined.

the funny thing was, you and satoru never even walked around with each other like that. never to show off or act purposely cute in front of others.

people just... observed.

they saw him when he didn't even bother looking at anyone else. you were right next to him, talking about a recent discovery made in your field, about how it opens doors for students who want to go down that specific route in the subject after graduation— he could barely focus on what you were saying, when you looked so his.

it's all in the eyes, they said.

"he looks at her like she created the damn forces he studies about."

it's funny. cute. admirable. the kind of bond that gets positivity from every circle in the university.

now that you're in the third year, you start hearing the unwanted opinions and questions that not only felt like an invasion of your privacy, but are also quite... incorrect.

"they're too cute. bet they'll get married a few years after graduation."

"duh. they also seem like they'd wait for marriage before funny business. god, i wish i had waited, too— when will this kind of love find me?"

as weird as the assumptions are, they're collectively a blessing in disguise.

satoru preferred it this way.

he preferred you two being seen as the innocent couple who attend science events together and still remain so healthy even after being on opposite teams during some debates. he loved the gentle act of your hands instantly interlocking and your faces smiling sweetly as you walked back to the dorm rooms.

he preferred the twisted idea of no one else being aware of how horny you got halfway through the discussion. he liked knowing that no one else could ever understand from the subtle curve of your eyebrows that you're soaked for him while he was busy making a valid point for his team.

it was not your fault. it was that white button up shirt of his— and his hand just looked so hot wrapped around the mic as he spoke into it. his other hand was tapping against his knee in that fidgety habit whenever his brain was working on producing smart statements. he was so effortlessly sharp and intelligent, spewing some accurate statistics about STEM careers, you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander as you crossed your legs politely.

and now that the debate is over (his team won), he grabs a handful of your ass under your plaid skirt when you walk up the dorm building's staircase. his long fingers shift lower between your thighs, squeezing the puffy folds of your pussy through your drenched panties, watching you go stiff from his greedy touch as you grip the railing for support.

you gasp, pushing at his hand weakly, already trembling with need as your hands fumble the keys. "'toru.."

"why didn't you just tell me you wanted some relief from your pre-debate anxiety?" he huffs softly in amusement, blue eyes still focused on your backside as his head dips to rest against your shoulder. "it was hell, watching my sweet girl shift on that chair like it was my face. bet you left your scent on it, too."

you somehow succeed at unlocking the door. you waddle inside with your lanky boyfriend attached to you from behind.

his hand slides up and down the curve of your side, greedy fingers brushing over one soft breast through your sweater like it's a crime he can't be caught getting away with. "...or was the anxiety thing a lie? maybe you let your pretty little head go down the gutter."

you whimper, turning around to face him properly as you stare up at him through your glasses— doe eyes needy without shame as your hand shifts down to the hardening bulge in his slacks. "yeah. couldn't focus. you looked so hot today. like a professor."

he chuckles, his tone soft and sweet. "a professor? creative thoughts, sweetheart."

one arm tightly wraps around your waist to keep you against him. his other hand slips between your thighs easily, finding your panties warm with slick as he taps over your mound once, twice. "all it takes is me infodumping on stage to get this pussy acting up?"

"yes," you moan out, knees buckling from the sheer hot feeling that spreads from your core to your tummy, up to your chest. "please, 'toru."

"please what?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple as he guides your pliant body to the couch— he didn't have the patience to walk a few more feet to your bed.

"please, anything," you hiss softly as you stumble down on the couch— your glasses askew when your face hits the cushions and his big hand grips your hip, keeping your ass in the air.

"anything?" he echoes quietly, letting out a heavy sighing like he needs time to think— even though he already knows what he wants. he frees himself from his jeans, fuck, he's so hard it hurts.

the flushed tip of his dick glides smoothly over your already see through panties, yet the fabric still absorbs the pre-cum, creating a delicious lubricant for his length to move between the fat of your ass.

his hands squeeze your flesh, holding on for leverage as he rocks his hips against you once more with a soft curse falling from his lips. you moan again, swaying your hips to meet his cock eagerly while his hand lifts your skirt further, carefully unveiling more of your stunning body.

"fuck," he curses again, azure eyes observing how you pulsate under the fabric just from the feel of his cock against you. he slaps your pussy with it a few times, long and heavy, breathing louder as more pre-cum dribbles down his length and sticks to your inner thighs. "hah.. i'm gonna fuck you silly, baby. this is all your fault."

''m-my fault..?" you whine in protest to his foul blame game. his long fingers finally, finally, finally tug your panties down your thighs. the material is so wet it sticks to your skin, coating it with a mix of your arousal and him— the sight makes satoru's cock leak like never before.

"s'not my fault," you shift a little, your hands supporting yourself up as you look at him over your shoulder, pretty lips curved in that soft pout that he can't ignore, glasses sitting so nicely on the bridge of your nose. "and i can read a whole research paper faster than whatever this is, babe."

"demanding," he just smiles, lining himself up. god, he'd be lying if he said that the feel of your soft folds against his tip didn't turn him on more than being inside you.

there was something about how beautifully your pussy was made— how flawless it was in his eyes. the perfect hole for him to sink into, adorned by slick folds that welcomed him in with so much love. someday, he wanted to really take his time and worship you.

but today wasn't that day.

he slides in with an easy push, but still goes slow— it's more about you being able to fit his length comfortably. a perfectly executed process by you, because your walls let him in with such gentle pulses, accommodating his cock with warmth and familiarity. "satoru," you let out a dreamy sigh, burying your face in the cushions once more because of how good it feels when he comes in slow like that.

"i heard you, angel," he whispers breathlessly, a sound of want leaving his lips as he pulls back just enough, thrusting back in with a force that makes your upper body fall forward. you squeak out loud, eyes snapping shut. "oh!"

he's not being gentle today, even if his lips are still pulled into a soft smile. your moans arrive in sync with his cock that fills you up perfectly. satoru's balls hit your inner thighs just right, skin slapping against skin as he leans over you. "open your eyes, pretty. look at me."

you obey, tilting your head again so you can maintain the eye contact, and he leans just a little lower to capture your glossy lips in a sloppy kiss that you moan into. "fuh— hck.. 'toru, harder."

harder, you say?

"whatever my princess needs." his smile widens into a proper grin now— all shiny teeth and amused blue eyes, and he runs a hand through his hair once, adjusting his glasses just to keep his eyesight clear so he can watch the way your ass jiggles with each thrust that he speeds up. "that's right. squeeze me. no, you can do better, baby. squeeze me harder."

you squeal into the mattress of the couch, cheeks flushed and pussy milking him just like he asked, your hands clawing at the cushioning when your lower stomach gets that familiar weight of an incoming orgasm. "b-babe! hnngh, fuck!"

while he still holds your ass up, his other hand travels around your body— like a snake coiling itself around you, and he rolls your clit between his index and thumb, making you yelp in unison with his encouraging words as his cock throbs in the tight grip of your cunt. "take it, take it. be good."

your body squirms, running from how fucking good it feels when he's so deep inside you, but he doesn't let go. his hand only rubs your clit with a sudden fervor that makes you see actual stars, your eyes start to widen as your vision blurs with white-hot pleasure.

you cry out his name loudly, the sweet sound making him hiss and hold onto your hip tighter. "satoru! s-so— ahnn.. so good! g'na make a mess!"

he grunts, slamming into you faster as his fingertips brush back and forth over the sensitive little bud until you're limp against the mattress and barely even coherent with your words. your pussy is so warm with your orgasm already, he can't hold back the hot spurts that follow right after your climax. "s-shit, baby— that's it, gonna come.. hah, come right here... and fill my sweet girl up."

he stays inside for a moment, taking a good experience of the way your cunt still greedily clenches around him through the aftershocks of your bliss, until he finally pulls out in the slowest, most gentle manner.

not because he's worried about hurting you— he knows you're fine, judging from the way you mewl against the cushions like a satisfied princess and barely even acknowledge how hard you just came.

he keeps your lower half steady, supporting you by a lean arm under your soft belly as he watches the slow spill of his cum from your orifice, the translucent substance slowly dripping down onto the couch— he doesn't even feel bad about spending the rest of the day cleaning it.

satoru rubs your smooth back, slowly letting your body rest back down as he presses a gentle trail of kisses up your hip and waist. you're still half clothed with your sweater still on, and it makes him laugh under his breath because of just how impatient you two were.

"angel?" he whispers, shifting off you, pulling his boxers back on as he cradles your form in his arms and lifts you without a sound. "you okay, sweetheart?"

"mhm," you smile lazily, blinking your eyes open to stare up at your boyfriend's face as the words leave your sinful mouth. "yeah. felt s'good, 'toru. want you to come in me all the time."

his breath hitches.

you were still stuck in that post-high haze.

right?

he chuckles softly, pale skin flushing under your sleepy gaze as his footsteps lead to your bathroom. "you're funny when you're all tired, gorgeous."

"not joking," you whisper back instantly, catching the mild surprise in his expression as you smirk, running your tongue over his jawline. he moans in response, almost tripping over the bathroom mat.

"fuuuuck, sweets. d-don't start again."

"so, today's your second year together, huh? you two even had your first kiss yet?" your friend giggles as you settle into your usual seat in the lecture room— first row, middle chair, with satoru on your right and your friend on your left, because that's how it's always been.

she doesn't usually tease you about your relationship. she doesn't care much. it's just a question of genuine curiosity, because just like everyone else, she has never seen you and your boyfriend do anything more than gentle hugs, and now you've started sitting on his lap more often. 'a new step', the rest of the students call it.

"'course we have," you smile softly, responding to her with a gentle look in your eyes as you turn your head to stare at satoru. "we had our first kiss months ago."

she raises an eyebrow at the new information. "oh? that's nice. just asked 'cause, y'know, heard you two weren't one of those couples."

satoru raises an eyebrow back, lips twitching into a soft smirk as he takes his earphones out, rolling up the cord gently. "those couples?"

"y'know, the couples who eat each other's faces for breakfast at eight in the morning." she murmurs back, sighing in exasperation at the mention of those people.

oh, i usually eat more than just her face for breakfast, satoru wants to say.

he doesn't.

"yeah," he laughs quietly, a sound so sweet and soft that no one would believe it if they found out what he was doing half an hour ago. "we're not really like that."

his warm, sticky cum in your panties says otherwise. your thighs casually squeeze together under the desk as you cross a leg over the other, adjusting your rumpled skirt so it modestly covers your lap— the air conditioner's cool air settles against your pussy in the most bothersome manner. you shudder, and your still-flushed skin doesn't help as you try to forget about how his cock was buried deep inside you a while ago.

his previous words echo in your mind when you close your eyes in an effort to seem relaxed, your chin resting against your palm, elbow propped up against the table. you replay the entire moment.

"sorry, baby," he had hissed into your ear, pounding you against the wall of the janitor's closet on the fourth floor of the building. "had a dream about this exact situation last night— ah, fuck, y-you wouldn't believe me if i.. nngh, if i told you i came even in my sleep, would you? but i fuckin' did."

all you could do at that time was let out a muffled moan, clamping down on him like a vice as he held you up tighter, thrusting deep and slow— and each powerful snap of his hips had made your pretty tits bounce in your half unbuttoned blouse. "mmh? y-you did? ah.. i believe you, 'toru!"

the sight and your voice alone had him spilling his seed deep into you, which was already dripping down his balls and onto the dusty floor of the cramped closet with a deep groan delivered against your neck, his voice cracking with bliss. "shiiiiiit. you're always so willing, angel. i lose my mind over it sometimes."

"always for you," you'd whispered, standing on wobbly legs and using his shoulders for support while he gently tugged your underwear back on— tight and snug against your swollen pussy so his cum doesn't leak down your trembling thighs.

then he'd kissed your cheek so lovingly, taking off your foggy glasses to wipe them clean before setting them back on your nose with a proud glint in his blue eyes. "there's my smart girl. always saying the right things."

now, your heart still pounds at the recent memory of his big hands smoothing your skirt back down, fixing your hair and only then tucking himself back into his pants. all because he cared more about making his beautiful girlfriend look presentable first.

satoru's hand on your knee snaps you out of your thoughts, but he knows you're thinking about what happened in the closet, and it amuses him. "you feeling okay?"

you just smile, shy and knowing, biting down on your bottom lip as you take out your laptop. "mhm. i'm good, 'toru."

he nods, still rubbing your knee gently, and his gaze returns back to the front of the room when the professor starts his lecture.

his thoughts, however, aren't exactly in the academic mood.

there's a lot more he wants to do with you.

guess he'll just have to make a neat schedule.