you ran your fingers through his hair, and then gripped the back of his head, pulling his head up so he looked up at you. “you’re gross, satoru.” you said. “and desperate.” you added.

“i am.” he said back, almost immediately. “but i promise it’s for good reason. i—i just really like you.” he whispered, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. “let me show you how much i like you. please.” he pleaded, pulling your shorts down. despite your spiteful words, you lifted your hips to allow him to take off your shorts easier. “i already know what you like.” he said, but you didn’t doubt it once. “you like it soft,” he whispered, resting his cheek on your thigh, as he reached out and rubbed his index finger over your clothed clit.

“gentle..” he murmured, urging your thighs further apart with his free hand. he scooted you closer to him, on the edge of your bed, and he put one of your thighs over his shoulder. he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your clothed clit. “sometimes i think i know you better than you know yourself.” he said quietly.

“can i take these off?” he asked, looking up at you with those sweet eyes. a wolf in sheep’s clothing, that boy. you nodded, and then he spoke. “words..” he murmured, caressing your thigh. “yes, satoru.” you finally said. he slid off your panties, and let out a soft sigh, his eyebrows twitching in pleasure.

he spread your legs a bit wider, and leaned in, his breath fanning over your sensitive heat. his lips latched onto your clit, giving gentle sucks and kisses. satoru studied you. he truly knew exactly what you were looking for, craving for, and what buttons to push to get you to the edge. aside from looking at your private pictures, he also looked through your likes on twitter, and what you read about.

maybe he did know you better than you knew yourself.

because as of right now, he was striking every chord to a T.

you writhed beneath him, his name falling from your lips in sweet, sweet gasps, just as he prayed for every night. you grabbed his hair, not even having to guide him how to do it right. he just.. knew. you were almost embarrassed at how quickly he took you to the edge.

“satoru,” you whispered, letting your eyes fall shut. “i’m close.” you murmured, returning your gaze back onto him. he moaned into your flesh, and looked up into your eyes.

he locked his arms around your thighs so you stayed in place, and kept his eyes on you. his working tongue sped up on you, giving you gentle licks and sucks, despite the speed. there was nothing in this world that he wanted more, than for you to finally come on his tongue.

he watched as you tensed up, your eyes squeezing shut. he felt you clench, and felt your legs lock around his head, and he absolutely relished in it. he couldn’t help but grind himself against your bed, his hips bucking against your sheets desperately, matching your speed. “please,” he whispered, keeping his eyes locked onto you. “i need it. i need this so bad.”

and finally, as you came onto his tongue, it sped up his own release. he gasped against your heat, pulling away briefly to collect himself. you caught your own breath, looking down at him. “satoru?” you murmured, beginning to sit up. you ran your fingers through his hair, picking up his head. you could see the faintest pricking of tears on his waterline.

with that, he came closer to you, and kissed you with a red hot passion that he couldn’t respectfully hold back anymore. “you’re just so beautiful.” he mumbled against your lips, cupping your cheek. “did you—?” you said against his lips, but didn’t finish, your words being swallowed by his mouth.

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