nerdy camboy satoru uses you as a teaching prop. 18+
camboy satoru had made a name for himself all over the internet. his digital footprint consisted of scathing factitious self-sex and cliche titles, deliberately curated, to earn the most clicks from his viewers.
people watched. they paid. they requested. and mostly, they were interested. in him. who was he? what was he like outside of this?
a daytime nerd with the way his glasses hid those blue orbs of innocence. chapped lips bitten out of sheer anxiety. stutter whenever he talked to you, girls or anyone in particular. vast knowledge that was presumed to be innate because how could such talent exist?
but at nighttime, a whore in front of the camera.
and he somehow had you, his study partner, complicit in his promiscuity.
it had innocently began with you groaning about your low grades in physics because of which you brought up a deal. if he helped you earn at least a pass in the test, you would do whatever he asked. no bounds, no backing out.
and now you were here. all because of your oath.
your legs were unsurely open, tremors with trepidation. âtrust me on this, hm?â, satoru comforted with that little awkward smile of his where one corner tilted higher than the other. his eyes gleamed despite the barrier of his glasses, as if unearthing a sly indulgence of the situation.
the camera, seemingly branded, tilted to only show the bodyârespected your wishes of remaining confidential. the red flare indicated its broadcasting, thousands of viewers already garnered.
âhey guys, upon tons of requests i received from last timeâtodayâs video will be focused on how to pleasure a womanâ.
it was as if he was a different person. as if skin was sloughed rebirthing someone new.
âhere, iâve got a pretty girl with me. sheâs a little camera shy so pardon usâ, he tipped his head forward, encouraging. with a bashful nod, you hesitantly waved a little at the camera.
âso, firstly you need to be gentle with your lady. she is a human, not a toy. build the tensionâ with that, his fingertips traced the outline of your pussy through the dampening panties.
âtease her just a little. make her want it. want you. donât force yourselfâ the middle finger of his rubbed at the overly saturated spot as your breath hitched out of sheer want. a chuckle from him.
âhear how her breathing changed? yeah, she wants itâ. you whined, feebly, when you felt a dollop of your arousal cascade down. self consciousness nurtured your body as you squirmed in your position.
his lone hand switched from holding your pelvis in position to the meat of your breasts, a squeeze too firm.
âdonât just focus down there, play with the rest of her body. worship the temple youâre blessed with.â his breath licked the heated skin of your ears, a sugary tone of profane grating words that were sure to exile a saint.
âp-pleaseââ, a pleading too weak, consumed by another porny moan.
âyeah, baby. i got youâ he pulled the sticky fabric to the side, caressing and pacifying your soaked folds with his fingers. he traced the pattern of your mound down to your inner lips, each labia lulled by his feathery rubs.
a bloom of writhing butterflies in your abdomen erupted from sensuous want, a subconscious grind of yours on his fingers signified the requirement. his fingers. inside of you. right now.
âbabyâs a little impatient huh?â he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, clutching your thighs from closing.
a slender, bleak skinned finger inside of your wet hole. his fingers tried to open you up for another, simply rutting his pointer in and out of your pussy.
âdonât go all two or three at once. it might hurt her. get her to open up more. loosen her up, tightness hurtsâ. he placed more plumose kisses on to your temple, in order to distract you from the abruptness of the second finger he slipped in.
two fingers conjoined to go in and out of your pulsating hole. two fingers that came out sleek, drenched and went inside again in the same state.
squelches of his fingers stroking the inside your cunt was too loud, obscene echoes of water gushing and moans formed from the scorching heat. his other hand kept torturing you by moulding your breastsârubbing the nipple between his thumb and pointerâswiping upwards on the tip making you jolt at times. âyeah, you are doing so good. taking my hand so good, hm?â
his fingers lurched in to your pussy deep. staining the walls with his imprints, denting crescents inside of your raw cunt. âyeah, are you about to cum?â he grunted against your ears, cauterising blood rushing through your head, burning your senses.
you moaned as you felt them curl, again. he had buried his fingers in to the hilt, you felt the heel of his palm grind on your clit, incessant lapping on the overtly sensitive clitoris bud. âyeahâsheâs close. and when she is, focus on her clit. stimulate it more and moreâ
his two fingers wiped from your secreting hole and your bud, hasty and careless in spreading your sweetness all over. on the spur of the moment, you squirted out your orgasm in gushesâall over his working fingers, far enough on to the camera lens.
the sticky residue clung on to the skin of your thighs, breathing erratic from the arduous action only to be interrupted satoruâs sharp intake of air.
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Ęá°É he's a little afraid of u on ur period !
⤡ gojo satoru x mean!fem!reader
-> 1.1k words!
satoru chooses his battles wisely and carefully when you're on your period.
and by that, he means none of them.
ever.
because he's brave. but he's not that brave.
on a usual day, you're his sweet girl who pouts when he lets go of her hand for a millisecond. he's always felt like he won the world with you. you were his dream come true.
and for one week every month, he gets to pay the price for that dream.
he swears he isn't trying to be misogynistic. but when your cycle starts, sometimes he can't recognise you.
you glare at walls. you sob 'til the point of gagging and trembling because 'megumi's too adorable'. you put three thick blankets over yourself then complain it's too warm and force him to turn the temperature down to below freezing.
and if he dares suggest taking even one blanket off?
you growl.
he swears, he's heard you growl on past cycles. it sounded like something straight from the depths of hell, an otherworldly, beastly noise in an octave so low he didn't even think he could reach it.
he brought it up once after your period ended and you'd giggled and saidâ "hehe, what do you mean, i growled? weirdo." he didn't try again after that. perhaps he's terrified that he was correct.
from that day onwards, he'd made an agreement with himself; whatever you say on your period goes.
and he truly tries.
but the rules change every few minutes, which makes it damn near impossible.
âbaaaaby, can i cuddle you?â he asks, trying to mask the caution in his request with that sweet, drawled-out satoru tone. it works sometimes on your cycle. when you were in a good mood. usually when you were eating. which you were, right now.
you look at him over your snack, then beam brightly and nod, opening your arms "c'mere!"
then two minutes later, you swallowed the last bite of said snack:
âget OFF, youâre too warm.â
ââŚright. sorry.â
then five minutes after that:
âwhy are you all the way over there? do you think i'm gross?â
heâs sweating trying to keep up.
so when you tell him you want an ice cream sandwich at midnight, he shoots up from his spot, eager to please, clutching his chest dramatically, "i will retrieve the goods, m'lady."
"don't ever say that to me again." you say coldly.
he clears his throat, rubbing his nape, "yup. my bad. sorry."
he returns home about ten minutes later, holding up a four-pack box of ice cream sandwiches like it's his proudest achievement, "ta-daaa!"
you stare at the box. then at him. then at the box.
now, satoru has been your boyfriend long enough and taken care of you during enough periods by now to know not to expect praise when you're in a bad mood.
but he'd anticipated at least you to take the box and thank him begrudgingly, then order him to rub your feet or something. which he'd do without a pipe.
so when you start crying, his soul briefly leaves his body.
he just stares at you with wide blue eyes while you weep into the pillow like he personally betrayed your bloodline.
âi-itâs the wrong one..!â
and the thing is â he knows he got the right one.
he remembers standing in the freezer aisle squinting at the options because he wanted to make sure he got exactly what you asked for. he even checked the photo you'd sent him twice.
so for a split second, heâs confused. "wait, nonono, look!" he pulls out his phone, opening your text messages, "see, you sent me this one!"
then you choke out: âyou never listen to meâŚâ
and his expression immediately softens.
oh.
itâs not about ice cream.
your cramps have been wrecking you for hours. youâve barely slept. you snapped at the microwave earlier because it beeped too loud. your body hurts, your emotions hurt, everything feels awful and uncomfortable and wrong.
your body won't listen to you. nothing feels in your control.
and suddenly he feels terrible for even trying to prove you wrong.
âhey, hey, câmere.â his voice drops instantly, gentle enough to melt through the tears and frustration and melancholy feeling that's eating you from the inside. he climbs onto the bed beside you and smooths your hair back carefully. âiâm so sorry, pretty girl. i must've misheard you.â he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
he absolutely did not mishear you.
but heâll take the blame if it makes you stop crying.
"which one did you want, hm?"
you sniff miserably while he kisses the corner of your eye. you think for a few beats, clearly not having thought this far into the argument you'd planned in your head.
"...cookies and cream."
âokay. iâll go back and get your cookies and cream, okay?" he murmurs. âyou want me to put this one away or dâyou still wanna eat it?â
âw-wanna eat itâŚâ you hiccup.
âokay, baby.â
he unwraps it for you because your hands are tucked under the blanket, then places it carefully into your fingertips which are just barely sticking out, like itâs some sacred offering.
you take a tiny bite, still sniffling.
and poor satoru looks genuinely devastated watching you cry over melting strawberry ice cream at midnight. "i'm sorry." he says again, stroking your hair.
âi-itâs okayâŚâ you mumble weakly.
he shakes his head immediately, kissing your forehead again.
âno, itâs not. my princess is crying. this is serious.â
you look up at him all puffy-eyed and guilty because somewhere deep down you know he didnât actually do anything wrong.
but he never makes you feel bad for it.
instead he just wipes your tears with his thumb and goes:
ânext time iâll buy every flavour.â he says.
you contemplate the idea, then add croakily, "...but not mint."
he huffs at you in disbelief, "see, i'll do that and then you'll decide you want mint that day."
you giggle sleepily.
he pokes your nose, "i know your plans."
"go get my cookies and cream." you order, poking his outstretched legs with your foot under the blanket.
he sighs, defeated, and stands, "yes ma'am."
he's slipping his feet back into his slippers when you reach out and tug his sleeve, "baby, you don't have to." you mumble, "it's okay."
and satoru looks back at you like he's seen a ghost.
was that leniency?
from you?
on your period?
"we both know you didn't actually mishear me."
no. it's a trap. it must be.
"it's fiiine," he plays his nervousness off nonchalantly, pinching your cheek, "i'm a gentleman."
but you see right through him. you narrow your eyes. "right."
(a/n): maybe self indulgent bc my period's kicking my ass and i've cried over so many pointless things in the last three days that i genuinely think it's making me dehydrated
[đđ] â ::â đđđđđđđđ. your boyfriend buys you a pretty golden necklace with his initials, not knowing itâll only intensify the urge to claim you as his.
tags. olderbf!gojo satoru x gf!reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20âs, gojo early 30âs). possessive. breÄding kink; crÄampies. pregnancy kink? reader gets called âbaby, sweetheart, mamaâ :: wc. 1.7k :: ac. @/3-aem
âlook at that, baby,â satoru coos as he watches the golden necklace bounce around your collarbone with each wet thrust. itâs a 24k gold necklace he bought just today, with his initials on it. a pretty damn expensive purchase.
something inside him stirred the moment he put it on you. satoru couldnât help himself from pinning you to the couch and claiming you as his own for the nth time. it doesnât matter how many times he fucks you; itâs never enough.
the letters âsgâ are shimmering under the light of the living room. heâs grinning from ear to ear, nearly cumming from the sight of you wearing that necklace alone. itâs a sign of possession to him.
youâre hisâyouâre only his. heâs the only one who can touch you like this.
âshit, ât makes me wanna put a ring on it,â satoru hisses, one of his hands pressing down on your lower tummy.
you gasp and clutch at his broad back, nails digging into his flesh quite painfully.
âi think iâd engrave my initials on the inside of the ring too, what do ya think?â
each word is punctuated with a thrust. his hips are non-stop ramming into yours, claiming even the deepest spots of your body beneath him. he leans down to trail kisses down your sensitive neck, eliciting a couple whines from your lips.
âdây wanna get married, sweetheart?â
the sudden proposal takes you off guard. you canât believe satoru would ask such a thing while being balls deep inside you. youâre blabbering nonsense, your voice muffled due to the saliva building up in your mouth.
âmâ married? babe, are you ser-â your question is left unanswered as your boyfriend kisses your plump lips.
satoru switches to a slow and gentle pace, grinding into your needy cunt until it leaves you shaking. his fingers play with the golden jewelry around your neck.
a necklace will do. as long as youâll wear that accessory from this day forward, heâll be satisfied. the urge to make you his forever partner could be satiated. for now, that is.
he knows you still have a bright future ahead of you, like getting your degree and first ever proper job.
âletâs have you finish university first, yeah?â satoru smiles down at you after detaching his lips from yours.
he watches the string of saliva hang between your mouths, giving a short hum once it snaps. his big hand slithers down to cup your breast and knead it, kissing your nipple whilst holding eye contact, âi can wait for you.â
satoru sighs as he rolls his tongue around your hardened nipple. heâs drooling over your breasts, a drunken glint in his eyes. heâs so obsessed with you to the point that heâd marry you right now if he could. that proposal wasnât really a jokeâbut he figured that it also wasnât the smartest.
heâll give you a proper and serious proposal one day. though, now you know for sure that heâs gotten into this relationship with the thought of actually marrying you.
âbut i alsoâfuckâcanât wait,â satoru whines, feeling your walls clamp down on his thick cock.
his dick is pulsing with need, exploring your squishy insides while his balls prepare to release all semen stored right into your fertile womb. even if you may take a pill to get rid of any unwanted consequences, the thought of seeing your tummy swell with his child is making the older man go insane.
satoru buries his face between your breasts and breathes heavily against your sweaty skin. his hips move with renewed vigour, his energy never depleting when it comes to pleasuring you, âwanna make you my wife ân breed this pretty pussy.â
you moan repeatedly, unable to stop yourself. especially after satoru frantically spews such lewd words. heâs getting lost in your cunt and the way itâs swallowing him inâinto your pretty pussy that he owns. his pussy.
âwanna be your wife so bad, âtoru,â you hiccup, nearly crying from the intense pleasure.
youâd love to be satoruâs wife. he already treats you so well while youâre his girlfriend, you canât imagine how much better itâs going to get once youâre officially his. your stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of being able to call him your husband.
the white-haired man chuckles. his blue eyes stare down at you with nothing but love, âyeah? mh, iâll treat you so well every single day. gânna come home to you ând give you some proper loving.â
satoru can already imagine it. coming home to you after a long day of work, needing a quick release. seeing you greet him at the door will send him into a frenzy. especially if youâre wearing an apronâheâs a sucker for domestic stuff.
you, his wife, taking care of him after a rough day at work. . . itâs a dream come true. heâll spoil you with materialistic gifts and his unending love so youâll live a happy life.
and donât get him started on kids.
satoru ruts into you like his life depends on it, the hypnotising rhythm of your boobs jiggling in circles is making him drool. having a little family with you is his end goal. youâll be such a good mother and heâll be such an amazing dad; a perfect combination.
satoru can already picture the amount of times heâll dump his cum inside of you, without any restrictions. without you taking a pill or him wrapping a condom around his dick. his libido is going to be at an all time high when the time comes.
even if he ages a bit, heâs sure that heâs going to be able to have sex with you non stop. you get him hard without fail every single time. youâre his everythingâthe apple of his eyes.
satoru nearly chokes on his own saliva. he pushes his cock in to the base, burying it as deep as possible. your fingers curl around the pillow youâre holding for support, your eyes rolling back. his pink tip hit the right spot. that sweet spot that makes you cum without fail.
satoru bites his bottom lip. the way heâs looking at you, with a possessive kind of love and lust, is simply too much. his oceanic eyes are glimmering with need. erotic images flash through his mind of him impregnating you, âgoing to put a baby into you as soon as youâre ready.â
your tummy fills with butterflies. the way heâs talking to you like youâre already a married couple is making your pussy even wetter than it already is. itâs like itâs begging satoru to give it to you alreadyâto make it store all his cum.
his eyes roll back as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. he has to hold himself back from cumming too soon. he wants to cherish every second spent inside of your warm body.
satoru attaches his lips to your breasts again, âmhhh, yâre gonna look so beautiful pregnant, mama. those tits of yours. . .â
his voice is barely audible because heâs busy sucking on your nipples. your boyfriend is imagining the pair growing with each semester, filling out perfectly to store milk for the baby.
satoru cannot wait to be the reason why your body will change so much. youâll be even prettier than you already are, that he can tell already. heâs going to give you gifts every day, to thank you for carrying his child. heâs going to spoil you rotten because you deserve it and so much more.
he canât wait for the married life with you. many men dread that life, but thatâs not the case with satoru. every day of his married life will be spent with his wifeâyouâand the honeymoon phase will never end. ever.
satoruâs cock is twitching and begging for the much needed release. he pounds you into the couch until youâre screaming in pleasure, feeling him so deep inside you. heâs so big, heâs stretching you out so well to the point of no return.
the older man grins at the sight of your already fucked out face, âyâr cunt is gonna be so swollen because of how much iâll pleasure herâpaint her all white with my cum.â
satoruâs nasty words are causing unspeakable things to your body. youâre on the brink of reaching that euphoric state. the dirty talk is too much to handle at this point. your limbs are tingling and your cunt is aching to be stuffed full of his hot semen.
âs-satoru, donât say such stuff,â you comment in a shaky breath.
your head is spinning and your hands desperately reach out to hold onto his shoulders, squeezing the skin. your hips are bucking up lightly, your clit bumping against satoruâs pelvic area with each thrust, âiâm gonna cum if you keep saying that.â
your loverâs grin widens even more. he knows you enjoy it when he whispers such dirty stuff in your ear. thatâs mainly the reason why he does it. heâs talked you through multiple orgasms beforeâitâs quite easy to do so with his husky voice and manly touch.
âthatâs fine, baby,â satoru coos and leaves one last, sloppy kiss on your nipple before leaning in to attach his lips to yours. his tongue swirls around yours as you share your spit, the mixture trickling down your chins.
his hips donât stop. he positions his lower body in an angle that gets you screaming for mercy, which he wonât do. he craves to ruin you on his cock, to see you melt with pleasure underneath him.
âmake a mess on my dick while i make a mess inside of you,â satoru encourages you which seals the deal.
your body shakes as you feel the waves of pleasure run through your system. you can feel hot ropes of cum nestle deep inside of your cunt. your boyfriend shudders at the sensation and helps you ride your climax out.
he pushes in and back out a few times, lazily, his finger finding your clit to rub until youâve calmed down. âgood girl. yâ took all of it, hm? lovely,â satoru nearly collapses on top of you after the energy leaves his body, careful not to crush you underneath his weight.
he doesnât bother to pull out. he keeps his cum plugged into youârelishing the moment of ecstasy. even if he canât fully breed you now, heâll wait until the day he can.
âi love you, wifey,â satoru kisses your temple, tiredly giggling at the nickname he gave you. in his mind, you are already his one and only woman.
husband!satoru : and darling they all look like me
satoru gets the wind knocked out of him.
kind of embarrassing for the strongest but,
youâd just caught him off guard okay?
i mean, who expects to be woken up by their extremely pregnant wife sobbing into his arms and then getting punched in the gut by said wife.
mind you, at three am.
certainly not him.
âow!â satoru winces, attempting a lopsided smile âyou throw a harsh punch, babeâ he comments, trying to seize the situation.
âitâs not fair!â you sob, uncontrollable tears continue to stream down your face, âiâm doing all the hard workâ
âyes you areâ satoru nods eagerly, not wanting to piss you off any further.
âthis is my third pregnancy, THIRD, i do everything i bare all the load and they allââ you hiccup.
satoru sees it coming, he knows exactly what youâre going to say.
âthey all always come out looking like YOUâ you jab an accusatory finger at him.
your husband tries to open his mouth but you cut him off, rambling now âwhite hair, blue eyes, stupid adorable smile, itâs all you! i mean am i even a participant in their birth??â
trying not to laugh, satoru raises his hands up in mock surrender âthese are all valid concernsâ he affirms âbut i thought you liked my featuresâ
âyeah i did until now, when thereâs two exact replicas of you running around and another on the wayâ you yawn, sleep already overriding your argument.
you didnât really mean it, you loved seeing your lovers face in all of your children, but for the sake of sentimentality were you really the last of your generation? an almost extinct species truly.
âiâll tell my genes to do better, actually you know what iâll tell them to do worse, theyâve been outperforming recentlyâ satoru speaks while caressing your hair and pressing soft kisses all over your face.
you patted his chest softly, almost feeling bad for punching him and already half asleep âyeah you do thatâ
he lightly chuckled, smiling at your belly all swollen with none other than another mini-him.
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Gojo always acted like leaving for missions didnât bother him. Heâd keep grinning with his hands shoved in his pockets, sunglasses crooked on his nose, leaning down just enough to steal one last kiss before disappearing for daysâsometimes weeks.
âDonât miss me too much, yeah?â heâd tease.
But the second he came back?
That man was Insufferably clingy.
The first sign was always the silence. Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive was physically incapable of shutting up for more than thirty seconds. But, heâd walk through the door and just⌠hold you, face buried in your neck. Arms wrapped tight around your waist. Breathing you in like heâd forgotten what home smelled like.
âMissed you..â heâd mumble, voice rough with exhaustion.
Then came the attachment issues.
You stood up to get water? Suddenly he was trailing behind you, tall and sleepy, chin hooked over your shoulder while you filled the glass.
Trying to cook? His arms locked around your middle from behind the entire time, whining dramatically when you told him he was in the way.
âToru, I canât stir the sauce well enough if youâre hanging off me.â
âYes you can. I believe in you.â
And at night? It was worse, way worse.
Heâd practically drape himself over you like a blanketâlegs tangled with yours, one hand under your shirt resting against your skin like he needed constant proof you were really there.
If you tried to move even an inch, his pale lashes would flutter open immediately.
âWhereâre you goinâ?â
âThe bathroom.â
âOkay. Iâll wait.â
ââŚYou do realize Iâm coming back, right?â
âMhm. Still waiting.â
And yeah, sometimes youâd call him dramatic when he groaned, âYou love your phone more than me.â after you answered a text in the middle of him talking.
But youâd never really change it.
Because every lingering touch, every sleepy hug from behind, every moment he insisted on being closeâ
it all meant he came back.
Back from the missions.
Back from the danger.
Back to you.
So if Satoru Gojo wanted to spend the next week attached to your side like you might disappear if he looked away too long?
nsfw content mutual!gojo satoru keeps his promise by flying overseas and sending you to poundtown. part one + part two
two months⌠satoruâs been thinking about you for two whole months. each day felt like a time lag, and every week felt like a never ending simulation. it felt as if the earth decided to stop spinning ever since that day he witnessed you using his gift â the toy heâd replicated of his own dick.
the late-night live you streamed for your onlyfans was now a file downloaded on satoruâs phone â ever since then, heâs been finding himself constantly looking at the download. whether it was for the sole purpose of admiration, or desperation⌠that video never stopped circulating within satoruâs head. it was as if his mind had been corrupted with an extreme sense of want.
a âwantâ so desired, the longing has lasted longer than sixty-one days. itâs basically became a routine: wake and hit the gym, shower and jerk of to the only nsfw downloaded on his files, eat breakfast, head to campus, head home, buy takeout, study and then doom-scroll on twitter and converse with you for the rest of his night.
and good habits, or not â satoruâs also found himself secretly getting off to the sound of your voice whenever youâd call him because for some reason, he just couldnât discard the image of you stuffing your insides with his dildo.
the video was practically burned into his retinas, setting off an unjust trigger of frustration heâd been holding in. it was almost unbearable â he had to find some kind of way to reaching you just as he did in his dreams because the life of a cuck was never something heâd foreseen as his own reality.
satoru had to get out of japan, it was the only step that would make it possible to see you â and, the only possible way to subside his carnal craving for you. but the thing is, he needed an excuse. he needed a reason to be overseas because no matter how much he joked about giving you the real âthingâ, and expressing how crazed you make him â thatâs not enough reason to fly out, no matter how impulsive he may be.
he had to strategize it, make the reason why heâs in your hometown sound believable. heâd call it an overseas âcollaborationâ. the kind of travel that content creators do for networking purposes, expanding their growth and earning more profits â it was a perfect idea.
âhypothetically speaking⌠what if, and i mean what if.â satoruâs voice grows in pitch as you hear his excitement over the phone. ânot again, toru. iâm tired of your âwhat ifâ questions, let talk about something else.â you sigh.
satoruâs been buzzing in your ear for the past few hours about absolute nonsense. first it was about him traveling overseas for vacation, then it was about him âvisiting friendsâ overseas â which never bothered to mention, and now here he was again.
âfineââ he pursued his lips, âlast one. what iffffff.â he drags before pausing as you hum in response, but thereâs an awkward beat of silence. âwhat iff?..â you repeat after him, before hearing him giggle like a little boy with a crush.
you raised an eyebrow, listening to satoru on the other side of the phone. the only times youâve heard satoru giggle like a child was either because his favorite game has finally been released, or because he had something mischievous in mind.
âwhat ifâ and this is a hypothetical, okay? but what if i went overseas for a collab?â he utters out quickly, as you hear a grin creep onto his lips. âthen i guess youâll be overseas for a collab? i donât know.â you respond slightly confused, unsure whyâd he even tell you that.
âyouâre no fun.â satoru huffs, and itâs safe to assume he was expecting more than just a slightly dismissive response. âi mean⌠why are you so intent on traveling outside the country?â you ask, âyouâve been mentioning traveling overseas every time we speak on the phone.â youâre talking while trying to figure out why satoruâs so fixated on traveling, before it it clicks to you.
âdonât tell me that collab has you losing months worth of sleep because you just canât wait to go.â you roll your eyes with cringe, which earns an incoherent groan from satoru.
âyou just wouldnât get it.â his voice softens as he accepts quiet defeat. and itâs unfortunate really, itâs not like he could tell you that the collab would be with you without sounding like a desperate loser.
he sent you a molded figure of his dick two months ago â half jokingly, half hoping that thereâs a chance that youâd use it. he honestly thought the odds were against him, until they werenât. until that sole day heâd find himself seeing you as more than just a mutual friend, but an unfulfilled desire.
âget what, toru?â you let out a small laugh, mixed between amusement and disbelief. âget how youâre basically crushing on one of your mutuals.â you tease just enough to hit that sore spot thatâs been slowly killing satoru.
âwhaaat? yâ jealous?â he taunts, as if the ache within his chest is inexistent. âdefinitely not.â you scoff lightly.
âyeah, sureee.â he lets out a laugh. âiâm sure after using my replica, you feel a little territorial over me, no?â he adds, half a playful, half truth as he anticipated your response, but all you do is let out an inaudible laugh.
of course satoru was a menace, he always has been since the day you two became friends â but the one thing you could never get used to was his tactless behavior. either he was stupid, or just abnormally impulsive.
ânah, but iâd definitely get territorial if youâre giving out money to other women on their streams.â you jokingly tease back, but thereâs truth hidden between your words before youâre hearing satoruâs laugh break your phoneâs sound barrier.
âgive me a personalized stream and iâll have you set for life.â he says over the phone, as if he doesnât have a downloaded file of you on his phone.
âyouâre a college student, toru.â you deadpan your phone as if youâre on facetime. âiâll indulge in my savings for you.â he replies, soft and stupidly, but only satoru knows thereâs a hell of a lot more things heâd do for you.
âyeah, suree.â you drag sarcastically, âgoodnight, toru before you make me lose the little brain cells i have left.â you wish him a good night, earning a laugh from him.
âsighhhhh!â satoru sighs the actual word out loud, âyou always think iâm joking.â he says, and you can hear the pout in his voice. âbut goodnightâ iâll see you tomorrow, love you.â he lets out a smooching sound before ending the call.
â
text from satoru: you home? sent at 7:38 PM
your phone buzzes on the couchâs armrest making you reach across the sofa to grab your phone.
you: no
you: did you bring me another one of your gifts ?? đ§ââď¸
your fingers tap against screen of your phone, as youâre reaching to put it back down against the armrest before your phone is buzzing again.
text from satoru: WHY ARE YOU NOT AT HOMEE
text from satoru: I HAD A GIFT FOR YOU đđ, i was gonna tell you to open the door so youâd be surprised but NOOO you decided not to be home
the texts from satoru are coming in one after another, and you canât help but giggle because in truth, you actually are home, but itâs not as if he could prove it.
you: đđ
you: itâs okay, just take the L tonight âšď¸
text from satoru: this is more than a L
text from satoru: I JUST GOT SHOT FIFTY TIMES
text from satoru: BY YOU btw.
you laugh as you rise from the couch, kicking on your slippers before making your way to the front door as you unlock the door â swinging it open, before being met by a towering silhouette as you jolt in surprise.
âoh!â the lower voice exclaims.
âwhat the hell!?â you practically scream.
âsâsurprise..!â
you raise your head to the familiar voice as your gazes meet. âsatoru? oh my god?!â you let out the biggest exhale as your body fights off the adrenaline coursing through your body.
thereâs no way that â that âgiftâ satoru was spiraling about would actually be him in physical form. âare you supposed to be my gift?..â you ask shockingly, almost at a loss for words.
â⌠yes iâ WAIT? i thought you werenât home.â he shouts in realization, as heâs standing awkwardly at your front door. his soft blue eyes roaming all over your face, taking in every little feature as his eyes slowly make their way down before instantly flicking back up once he hears your voice.
âand i thought you were just traveling for your collab.â you purse your lips as the words taste a little bitter on your tongue, which makes satoru grin. âyouâre poutinâ because i have a collab coming up?â he teases, before youâre taking a step back in your house and closing the door.
âwait, wait! iâm joking.â he hastily utters, subconsciously stopping the door with his hand before letting go as he scratches the back of his head with an awkward smile. âcan i come in?â
â
satoruâs been roaming around every inch of your apartment like a curious puppy. âhmm, so this is your room?â he asks, peeking his head through the door frame.
âyou can go in, youâve seen my room a thousand times on face-time.â you insist as he trails behind you with his mouth parted like this is the most surreal experience ever.
you watch as satoru wanders around, and heâs touching everything within sight before halting at your streaming station. itâs quite a messy setup, the camera stands are fallen on the floor, your camera is tilted against the dresser while still being opened, and to make matters worse. the box you collect all of the toys gifted to you are all inside that box.
and given the curious nature satoru has heâd probably open it up without a thought. you make your across the room, towards the storage box grabbing to put it back in its proper place â your closet.
âwhatâs in it?â satoru questions, voice soft and inquisitive as he watches you open the closet. âuhh itâs nothing, i just use it to prop up my camera sometimes.â the lie slides off of your tongue, but you can also feel your throat getting uncomfortably dry as thereâs a brief pause in satoruâs next words.
âhmmâŚâ his eyes are practically drilling a hole into the back of your head. âi see! so you donât use the camera stands sometimes, thatâs actually smart.â he says lightly, forcing his gaze elsewhere. satoru canât help, but fixate on how snug and thin your tank top is, or how loose and short your bottoms are.
heâs waited two months â sixty-one days and heâs finally gotten where heâs been yearning go, and thereâs absolutely no way heâs going to ruin this moment. not even the bulge slowly growing inside his pants as he shakes his head to keep his thoughts more appropriate.
you finish hiding the box inside the closet, taking in a quiet inhale in attempt to calm your nerves. it was just a dumb storage box that was forgotten to be put away, but it wasnât forgotten. no, it was satoruâs unexpected presence that made the simplest of things less casual than it should be. plus heâs practically seen your entire collection before, whatâs the difference now?
you shut the regaining the composure that was lost as you look over your shoulder to see satoru already looking at you. âwhat are you looking at, toru.â you groaned, turning on your heels towards your bed before plopping down on the mattress.
âmind if i sit too?â he points to your bed, kicking off his shoes once you hum in response as the mattress dips beside you.
thereâs nothing but silence⌠awkward silence. you honestly never expected things with satoru to ever be this awkward. the two of you were great friends, or great friends online that is. but maybe that weird tension between you both came from the fact that neither of you knew how to act around each other outside of a phone screen.
you steal a glance at satoru only to find him sprawled comfortably against your pillows as if he belonged there. one leg stretched across the mattress while the other bends loosely, his attention seemingly focused on his phone despite the occasional flick of his eyes toward you.
âso did you fly overseas just to stare at me in silence.â you quip with your cheek smushed into your pillow, which makes the corners of satoru mouth curl upwards. âyep, so i could look at the face all day.â he sits his phone down with a grin as you huff.
âseriously though.â you mumble into the fabric of your pillow, âwhat even is this collab?â you ask making satoru sigh, watching him slouch deeper into your pillow as his shirt rides up his abdomen, exposing the flex of his abs.
âjust a collab somewhat outside my skill set.â he sighs, already dreading the conversation. âyour skill set?â you repeat after him.
âyeah⌠rough, and mean.â he says, as if his entire twitter isnât videos of him rag dolling a fleshlight and his fist. âthatâs literally your middle name.â you let out a laugh while satoru lets out a whine.
âno itâs nott.â he sinks further into your pillows again, âthereâs no reason to be nervous, toruâ unless⌠you like her or something.â and thereâs brief pause before satoru lets out a quiet laugh, though it sounds more nervous than anything.
âwhat if i did?â he asks.
âthen it should be easier iâd assume.â you reply, watching the way satoruâs attention is fixated on your ceiling, ânot really.â he replies back.
âwhy not?â you ask, completely oblivious to it all.
âbecausee.. i donât know.â he drags, throwing his body to the slide to face you as his eyes meet yours as your heart grows heavier.
heâs so close, just within a reach grasp and you can sense the change in satoruâs demeanor as he shifts closer towards you. his gaze flickers down for half a second before returning to your eyes, his lips parting like heâs debating whether or not to cross a line.
âcan i ask you something.â he murmurs, as you nod. âsure.â
âwant to help me practice?â
â
and maybe thatâs how you found yourself straddling satoru. barricading either side of his waist with your thighs â rocking your hips into his, and grinding against the mound of his sweat pants.
âfâ fuckâŚâ satoru groans, his hands reach out to grab at your waist. the way youâre roll your hips, and slowly drag yourself against satoruâs bulge has him in a trance of him re-visioning the way you grind on all the silicone didlos you own.
the corners of his lips curl into a grin, âyou gonna use me the way you use your toys?â he teases, as if you arenât the one doing him a favor as his hands wrap around your waist, pressing you closer onto his lap as he pivots his hips up.
you let out a soft exhale which was heavier than expected as the damp fabric of your panties molded into the folds of your lips, making you feel every graze against your clit catching onto the hem of satoruâs sweatpants.
âwhy not.â your eyes flicker to satoruâs face as his eyes are already drawn upon yours. âi thought you needed my helpâŚâ you murmur, rolling your hips deeper against the outline of his sweats, earning a small grunt from satoru as you feel him twitch against you while inching your lips closers to his.
âyouâre no different than my toys right now, right?â your breath fans against his parted lips, before pulling back as he lets out a chuckle in remembrance of exactly how crazed you make him feel. âdamn, i almost forgot how mean you are to me.â satoru groans almost gutted in complete pleasure, youâd thought heâd already came.
you feel one of satoruâs thumbs tug against the hem of your shorts, indicating to take them off as you lift your hips up in response, feeling him tug them off before tossing them across the room while heâs working himself out of his sweatpants. and you can see exactly how long heâs been waiting for this very moment.
the raging bulge in his briefs are oozing pre-cum. satoruâs mind is absolutely broken, completely empty and thinking about none other than being inside you.
you can even see a little bead form on top of the cotton as satoruâs slender fingers rack down to grab a flesh full of your ass, pulling your lower half flush against him making you both moan to the blissful sensation of less cloth as your clit catches against the prominent vein of his cock.
âmmmh, shitâŚâ heâs raising his hips to match the rhythm of his hands pressing you against him â attempting to fuck you through barricading fabric. âyour clit is fuckinâ swollenâ bet thatâs how hard she gets grindinâ on other dicks, yeah?â satoru taunts, low and mean as he flashes a canine.
and you can feel every inch of his clothed dick dragging in-between your folds, over and over again. your chest is pressed against his, feeling your nipples harden against the material of your tank top from constantly rubbing against it.
your arms wrapped around his neck, letting him mouth words against the column of your throat as your vocal cords vibrate with a gentle laugh. âyeah she does, you jealous?â you mock, referencing a past conversation as satoruâs jaw tightens.
indeed he was, inevitably so. ever since the day he confirmed that personalized shipment overseas to your address â he was more than just jealous. and you can hear satoru grit his teeth before heâs flipping you over, back against the mattress.
the hem of your thin tank rising above your stomach, and the strap falling off your shoulder â feeling the soft strands of satoruâs silver hair brush against your forehead. your lips are parted, letting out a gasp to the sudden shock as youâre practically pinned beneath satoru as he leans over you.
he rises up, snaking his arms across the lower half of his torso before tugging his hoodie over his head, revealing each plane of his abs.
ââm a little jealous.â he admits with a playful edge, though his actions are the complete opposite as he tosses his hoodie to the side before ducking down.
and your eyes follow his every movement, from the way his hands snake underneath your shirt before traveling down the sides of your waist to your hips.
you let out a small hitch, almost forgetting that this is just practice as his eyes focus on you â fixated on every little reaction he gets out of you. starting with the way your chest rises up and down and how whenever you both lock eyes, you immediately avert yours.
satoru chuckles amused, âdo you want me to be jealous?â he murmurs, soft and intrigued before youâre muttering.
âstop going off script.â your lips purse, feeling your body run warm as the gravity of the situation finally dawns on you. satoru halts for half a second, his eyes scanning over you once more before pressing his lips against yours.
his tongue pushing against your teeth, ushering access to the inside of your mouth making you open your mouth as his tongue catches yours. exchanging saliva and making a mess as your feel once of his hands slide between your thigh and his other hand trailing up to cup your jaw, never breaking the kiss.
and thereâs barely any time to breathe. not when his tongue is at the back of your throat, spit dripping down your chin as youâre moaning into his mouth from the pads of his fingers ducking into your panties as his fingers work to find your swollen clit.
satoru breaks the kiss, and thereâs a little string of salvia connecting you two as you gasp for air.
âthere is no script.â he breathes out hoarse, and thereâs nothing holding him back now. his eyes flicker down to the hand buried inside your panties before tugging away the fabric, as he nudges your thighs further apart with his knees.
and he almost drools at the sight of your pussy on display. a moment just for him â the moment heâs waited for months on end as he pushes his hips against your bare cunt, grinding his clothed dick against your clit as you moan at the friction.
âthere she is.â he groans, almost sounding frustrated by how affected he is. âbeen waiting fuckinâ months.â he lets your clit throb against his bulge as you shudder.
you throw one of your arms over your face, embarrassed by how much this is affecting you as well before satoruâs grabbing your wrist and pinning your hand to the side.
âcâmon, angel.â he coos, watching your teeth sink into your bottom lip. âdonât be shy, yeah? i know this pussy better than those toys do.â he lets out a quiet, almost guttural groan as if heâs remembering the countless clips heâs seen of you stuffing your pussy full.
his words travel straight to your core making your hole involuntarily twitch as you knit your eyebrows. âyou talk too much.â you say quiet, and breathless before his other hand is taking your other hand and guiding it towards his pelvis, making you palm at his bulge through his briefs as heâs humping into your hand with a breathy laugh which quickly dissolves into a groan.
âfeel it?â he grinds deeper into your hand, and you can feel the warmth of his stiff cock twitch against your palm as you nod. âthatâs what you do to me.â he drags your hand near the band of his briefs as one of your fingers catch the hem of it, before heâs making you tug the band down freeing himself as his dick instantly springs out and slaps heavy against his lower abdomen with a groan.
âbeen hard the second you opened that doorâ almost gave me blue-balls.â he whines with a pout as his eyes drop down to the unfathomable size difference between his dick and that tiny hole heâs gonna stretch open.
and your mouth drops because thereâs no way heâs going to fit inside of you. it looked physically impossible, satoruâs dick was even bigger than the molded replica he had made for you.
your throat runs dry, and you swallow hard as your fingers brush against satoruâs pelvis. âtâthatâs too bigâŚâ you stammer out before pushing against his lower half as heâs swatting your hand away, before pulling you into him as his length slides in between your folds, gathering slicks as the head of his dick grazes against your clit making you both moan in unison.
âyeah?â he responds, voice shaky because thereâs no disagreeing with that â not when he practically dwarfs you in every physical way possible. he watches the way his cock drags back and forth through your folds, slowly dragging down near your entrance before ghosting over it with a strained moan.
âtoruâŚâ your voice trembles a bit. youâre trying to mentally and physically prepare yourself for whatâs to come as satoru uses his free hand to cup the back of your knee, pushing it towards your chest.
âyeah, baby?â he hums, rocking his hips closer against your entrance thatâs squeezing around nothing. and all he earns is silence from your nervousness as he lets out a reassuring grin while unpinning your wrist with his other hand. âjust relax fâme.â he drags his hips down, lining up flush against your entrance.
âm sure youâve been stretchinâ yourself out on replicas for me this whole time.â he teases, his eyes locking onto yours. âlook at me, pretty girl.â he tilts your chin gently towards him as he leans in.
âbeen wanting to see how pretty you look taking me for months.â he murmurs against your lips, before slowly rocking his hips into yours as the head of his cock slips past your entrance making you wince.
âcrapâŚâ satoru breathlessly chuckles, sounding a little delirious, his head dropping to your shoulder as he realigns himself with your entrance. âjust one more time, angel.â he whispers, nudging his hips into yours as the tip of his dick finally sinks in.
âf- fuckk, fuck!â you choke into a whimper feeling yourself get split apart as the pressure slowly stretches you out. your hands find any kind of leverage as one of your hands claws into the back of satoruâs neck while the other digs into his bicep.
âmmmghh, you feel soââ satoru groans against your shoulder, hips stuttering for a second as if he canât handle it â sinking deeper into you, until heâs pelvis flush against your bum as your back arches off the mattress.
his hands snake tight around your waist, engraving moon-shaped crescents into your skin his movements pause because this is the vision heâs replayed in his head a million times over.
the decision of taking his sweet time with you, and making passionate love until youâre saying âi love youâ âor fucking you raw until the sun comes up and youâre screaming his name.
the halt in his movement gives you time to better accommodate around his length. though the burn is still there, and your pussy feels indescribably full as the head of satoruâs cock nudge sweet against the sensitive spot inside of you.
a moan escapes from your throat, and your canines are sunken into your bottom lip. this is the moment satoruâs dreamed about, even fucked his palm to the thought of just how warm, and tight youâd feel wrapped around his dick. he lets out a low, strained groan beginning to rock his hips forward.
maybe he should be gentle with you, and watch you slowly fall apart on his dick â but thatâs not the way you used his dick on stream.
satoruâs rhythm picks up, his thrusts getting meaner, and his strokes getting longer as he begins snapping his hips into you.
âshitâ youâre taking me sâ goodâŚâ his lips part into a gasp as he watches the way your pussy swallows him whole with every thrust that has your body rocking up and down beneath him.
every roll of his hips causing your walls to involuntarily squeeze around him. âtâ toruâŚâ you whimper, thighs trembling within his hold as his cock drags in and out of your hole.
âmmm, thatâs my name.â he hums, swallowing a moan. his eyes roaming every inch of your body before finding your face. your eyes are glossy, and your bottom lip is swollen from gnawing at it. âgonna let âtoru fuck you the way heâs been dreaminâ about, yeah?â satoru lets out a shaky exhale.ďżź
his grip tightens around the back of your knees, as heâs shifting his position in a way that drops most of his weight onto you forcing your knees against your chest.
you choke at the sudden fullness, your eyes flicking down to see a small bump in your lower stomach. you couldnât even talk, satoru was so deep inside of you in ways no toy could. one of your palms trail down to push against satoruâs lower abdomen, feeling the flex of his abs.
âsee that?â satoru grins, pupils blown wide at the sight of him deep inside of you. his hand sliding over your stomach while pivoting his hips at an angle to hit deeper against that sweet spot that makes your toes curl.
âthat little toy never reached this deep, did it?â he taunts, pressing his palm against the bulge in your stomach, making your breath hitch and your walls choking around his cock earning an escaped whimper fall from satoruâs lips.
his hips are basically moving on their own. snapping into yours as he practically pounds your pussy into the mattress. âfuckkâ canât stop.â he chokes, each thrusts sloppier than the last as you throw your head back moaning his name.
âyeah, yeahâ thaatâs ittt.â he drags, as he slowly begins to lose himself. âmmhnghâ keep milkinâ me just like thatâŚâ
the head of his cock is repeatedly pressing against that wet, spongy spot inside of you. ânngh, toruu!â you whine, each stroke makes your stomach feel weird and your core tighten in a way that makes your bladder swell as euphoric waves course through your veins.
you can feel satoru twitch inside of you, his hips stuttering with each thrusts. heâs ducking his head down, burying his face into the crook of your neck and panting against your skin.
the sound of bare skin slapping against each other, and the exchanges of whimpering and moaning bounce off the walls. âs-shit⌠hated watching those streams knowinâ it wasnât me.â he grits, panting against your neck.
âshouldâve been me.â his voice quakes, muttering into your skin, almost sounding frustrated by it as he drools against your neck. âi shouldâve been the one making you feel this good, not some fuckinâ toy.â he moans into you, and his pelvis flush against yours.
his dick nuzzling sweet against your cervix. your breath catching in your throat with your mouth open, âfuck, fuckkâ âm cummingg!â you shriek. your legs shaking in satoru hold, as your nails rack desperately against satoruâs back as your spine lifts off the mattress.
your body seizing at the orgasmic wave of pleasure shooting throughout your body as your vision flashes white. a plethora of broken whimpers spill past your lips, eyes shut tight â feeling every drag of satoruâs dick against your sensitive walls as he chases his high.
ââm close.â he exhales, as your pussy strangles his dick, milking him with every thrust as he feels himself involuntarily spill inside of you. his hips are slamming into yours, thrust gut-deep before nuzzling his length as deep as possible into your pussy as his cock swells inside of you before pulling out.
instantly spurting cum onto your stomach as he grinds against your body as youâre both moaning, trying to catch your breaths.
you let out somewhat of a incoherent sigh as satoru collapses on top of you â sticky bodies flush against each other.
âsoâŚâ you sigh, snaking one of your hands against the back of satoruâs head, running your fingers through his soft locks as his arms wrapped around your torso.
âare you ready for your collab.â you ask, muscles feeling like jelly as you play in his hair. âyeah.â he hums absently, âi can go more roundsâŚâ he breathlessly laughs.
You both loathe each other. You have since high school.
You were the studious, overachieving valedictorian and he was the idiotic class clown who created nothing but distractions for the entire class. You bickered more with one another than anyone else, even into college surprisingly.
So why the hell are you on your knees on the bathroom floor, raging party on the other side of the wall, and satoruâs fingers on the back of your head as he pushes your mouth down on his fat cock.
You donât even remember the argument or drinks that led you both into this bathroom. All you know now is that your lips are wrapped around the tip of his cock and his grunts sound heavenlyâto your dismay.
âMmmm, fuck, princess, been holdinâ out on me,â Satoruâs open mouthed smile shoots straight honey to your pussy.
You grab the base of his length, pulling yourself off with a wet pop, drool peeking from the corner of your lip. He winces at the suddenness, chest stuttering as you glare up at him.
âHey, I-Iâm just playingâŚâ he shivers, mouth twitching into a nervous grin. âYou know how I amâmmph yeahhh, just like that.â
Heâs got you back to sucking him off, lips hugging around the pinkened mushroom tip, tongue swirling around the slit of his head. It pained you that he felt and tasted so good in your mouth, that your moans were drawing out of you without any sense of your usual tame control.
Satoru grunts again, jaw dropping as you suck him off. However he scoffs when the shirt he attempts to hold up in place keeps slipping down. You try your best not to roll your eyes while you quite literally blow him.
When he does it one more time in genuine frustration, you pull off him and proceed to roll your eyes. âBite it.â
âHuh?â he quivers, brows scrunching.
You scoff and rise to your feet again, hooking your fingers under the hem of his shirt and tugging it towards his mouth as he watches with hearts in his eyes. Bringing your other hand to his chin, pressing down to tip his mouth open before you roughly tuck the fabric between his teeth.
He continues to watch as you sink to your knees again, shifting your hair back and wrapping your fist around his cock. His breath hitches at the sudden motion, and he nearly chokes when you begin fisting him again.
Lathered in a coat of your saliva and his precum, his moans only get louder. If it werenât for the raging music blasting throughout the frat house, you are sure far too many ppl would hear it. Rotating your wrist as you pump his dick, you canât help but relish the fact heâs goneâbreath so heavy with shivers and body so tense, heâs shaking.
âNghhhâ his muffled moan is barely that through the cotton of his tshirt.
And when you crane your neck to the side to lick his balls, he loses it. His hand flies to slam flat against the bathroom wall for purchase, fortunately which can be confused for the bass thundering throughout every inch of the party.
With a smirk ever so slight, you tilt your head aside, dragging your tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling the ridges of every thin bulging vein before you take him entirely again in your mouth.
And he whimpersâwhimpersâwhimpers so loudly that youâre tempted to slip your fingers between your thighs beneath your short skirt. You hollow your cheeks out, taking as much of him as you can. All the while, his other hand remains on the top of your head. And heâs not gentle either. Satoru is practically shoving you down on his cock, swaying his hips to meet your lips in each thrust.
âNghhhhâfuuckkkââ he groans desperately.
And when he tips his head so far back that his backwards placed snapback hat falls to the ground, are his cloudy white locks unveiled. Satoru pulls you against him in a rough thrust, in which your nose meets his pelvis and youâre left gagging. Feeling the tip of his pretty dick hit the back of your throat, you half-scream half-moan, eyes watering.
That look of you nearly swimming in tears is the sight he is met with when he tips his chin back down. His brilliant blue eyes are flickering ablaze though the dim bathroom lights and you can hardly focus on his face anymore but you do catch the way the edge of his lip flicks up behind the shirtâs fabric between his teeth.
His brows scrunch again and the throbbing in his length is all but tellingâheâs there. As soon as he feels it, he pulls you off quickly, wrapping his hand around his cock and fisting it so fast youâre scared heâll hurt himself.
Heâs whimpering, pathetically at that, fucking himself right above your eyes. And you stare, mesmerized by the twisted sight. Satoru promptly tugs your hair, which you understand the wordless means of telling you to open your mouth.
You do as âtoldâ, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out. He continues fucking himself on his fist, moans progressively getting louder and louder before he trembles adorably when he cums.
He seethes something between his clenched teeth that sounds vaguely like âOhhh godddâ
White ropes spurt from the tip of his cock, spraying on your tongue in thick ribbons that glisten in the dull light. Satoru holds himself in place as he releases in your open mouth while you pant like a dog in heat.
His jaw goes slack, shirt slipping from its place as he lets out open mouthed sighs of pleasure. He squeezes out as much as he can, slapping his tip against your tongue, âAhhâŚ.oh fuck.â
He smears it again your lips too, offering a totally spent smile. Baby blue eyes looking a tired cobalt, his fingers loosen in your hair.
âCâmereâ he cups your face, guiding you to stand again.
As you do, you grumble, âIdiot.â
He lets out an amused breath and brings your lips to his, closing the gap. You let his tongue mesh with yours in a tired, sloppy kiss, feeling his kiss deepening.
He murmurs against your lips, âYouâre prettier when youâre using your mouth like this.â
Satoru kisses you again, âAnd when my cockâs in it.â
When you heave an annoyed sigh against his mouth, he chuckles into the kiss, chest slightly rumbling.
Suddenly, he hoists you up, enjoying how it elicits a gasp from you. Setting you down on the countertop beside the sink, Satoru bites your lip, tugging it gently between his teeth.
The boy smirks as he backs away from your mouth and his fingers creep up your bare thighs, pushing your flimsy skirt up till his long fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, sliding it off your hips.
âNo worries, pretty, Iâll show you what else my mouth is good for,â Satoru sinks to his knees.
lil something i wrote on the train, not proofread so pls ignore any bad grammar đŽâđ¨
them going to the same aquarium he took riko to. that was his baby sister :( and now heâs there watching over his babies in the exact same place <3 no doubt he was reminiscing the whole trip
thereâll never be enough words to express how much this man means to me. every time i think my capacity to love him is full, i somehow end up loving him more and more every single day. heâll forever be the name on my tattooed heart Tá´T
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ŕłŕż*:シ Bringing your best friend Satoru to a wedding to make your ex jealous! | Gojo x reader fluff
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Your best friend Satoru happily agreed when you asked him to be your plus one to a friend's wedding.
Your shitty ex was on the guest list and you couldn't bear the thought of showing up alone. Better yet, you asked Satoru to help make him jealous, batting your pretty lashes at him while you asked so sweetly. How could he possibly say no?
Your best friend Satoru, who you dragged along with you to shop for a dress. He pretended to be inconvenienced, of course, but in reality watching you light up over shoes you "had to have" and blush when you tried on a revealing dress might've been the highlight of his life.
He wasn't much help when it came to actually choosing a dress, considering that he thought you looked beautiful in everything you tried on. But when you found the dress, Satoru was at a loss for wordsâunsettling behavior from someone who was well known for never shutting up.
"You're quiet," you frowned, silky blue fabric twirling as you spun away from the mirror to face him. "You don't like it?"
Black swallowed blue as his pupils dilated, eyes looking you over from head to toe slowly, cataloguing every divine detail.
"Just speechless is all," he said finally, a lopsided grin stretching across his face. "It's like it was made for you."
Your best friend Satoru, who insisted on finding a tie that perfectly matched your dress. He was committed to the task, dragging you along to store after store. "Payback" he'd called it, for generously buying your dress, although he'd do it again 10 times over for only the smile on your face in return.
Your best friend Satoru, who nodded eagerly when you offered to put his tie on him, struggling to form coherent thoughts with your pretty face just inches from his. He shuddered when your fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of his neck and silently hoped you didn't notice.
Your best friend Satoru, who drove to the wedding so you wouldn't have to worry about drinking. Plus, he pointed out, you'd look "hot and mysterious" showing up in his expensive sports car. He was right if the look your ex shot you as the two of you pulled up was any indication.
As he opened the door and helped you out, his large hand found its way to the small of your back. It stayed there for most of the evening.
Your best friend Satoru, who held you close, always touching you somewhere; your hips, your waist, your face. He had to be convincing after all, especially with the man who fumbled you watching.
Your best friend Satoru, who grew bolder as the night went on. His touch grew more possessive with every glance your undeserving ex stole, and his hands began to wander when you leaned approvingly into his touch. His fingertips traced lazy circles over the silky fabric that concealed your thigh, and Satoru couldn't suppress a grin when you hummed approvingly, satisfied with his touch.
Your best friend Satoru, who led you by the hand to the dance floor when a slow song came on. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as he held you close, dancing with a calm confidence that quietly urged you to follow his lead.
Your best friend Satoru, who kissed you under the twinkling fairy lights of the dimly lit venue as the music concluded. Maybe your ex was watching, but he was long forgotten, especially with the way you kissed him back.
nerdjoâs glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while youâre bobbing on his cock.
âfuckkk, thatâs so goodâshit, wait, did you know that like⌠most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, yâknow, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory periodââ
his words stutter when you swallow around his sensitive tip, spit dripping down your chin. âohhh god, okay, yeah, thatâsâfuckâthatâs definitely less than five minutes for me.â
your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.
âahhhâshit, baby, did you also know semen actually has, like, fructose in it? itâs literally natureâs energy drinkâohhh fuck, your tongueâwait, wait, donât stopââ his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but canât decide if itâs rude.
you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.
âo-okay, okay, uhâs-science says sucking dick releases oxytocinâhahh, f-fuckâbonding hormone, yâknow? so technically, weâre like⌠getting closer right now.â
you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. âshitshitshit, baby, youâreâfuck, your throatâs so warm, youâre making me cumâahhh, oh god, wait, Iâm serious, Iâmââ
he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about âincreased intimacyâ while you swallow every drop.
Enjin has a little issue with the chokers. Not a mechanical one per se, or even an issue with receptions. Itâs the timing.
Youâll be sitting in a meeting, notes being jotted down quickly as Corvus explains a mission while Semiu sits and listens, providing feedback as needed. Youâre fully engaged; hand moving at rapid speed as the meeting continues on.
And then the chime comes in. Corvus stops, Semiu turns, and you answer.
âHey sexy, whatta ya wearingâ?â
Enjinâs raspy tone is unmistakable, drawl lazy.
But you donât catch what he says when you donât answer; choker already off your neck and tossed into the hallway with the slam of the office door.
And it keeps happening, no matter how many times you scold, scream, and ignore.
One time at lunch, Rudo and Riyo seated across from you bickering about something trivial, and your choker rings. Out of reflex, you answer.
âYou in the room? Got a pair of somethinâ pretty for ya later⌠canât wait to rip-â
Having to explain to Corvus why your choker was hiding in the pile of food scraps was embarrassing, but the quiet was worth it.
It escalates, because itâs Enjin, and you keep leaving your choker somewhere else or try throwing it off into a polluted zone, but it always finds its way back to youâŚ. Settled on your pillow with an artificial flower tucked under it.
âTulips are your favorite, yeah?â
You turn, eyes adjusting to the darkness as Enjinâs frame blocks the doorway.
âMaybeâŚâ
Enjin hums, staying put. You watch him for a moment, head cocked to the side like youâre observing something new, too afraid to touch it.
âWe gonna keep doinâ this?â He asks, breaking the soap bubble silence.
You shrug. âHow many more chokers do you have left?â
âNone.â
You shrug again. âAlright then⌠you coming in or what?â Your eyes darted to the open door.
Enjin smirked, and slammed the door shut hard enough to knock over the vase of fake flowers you had collectedâŚ. All of them tulips.
a/n: rushed but I loved the idea and needed it out of my brain!! Because look at me and tell me he wouldnât do this??
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enjin finding out about your hand kink, enjin making you watch him play with your clit, knuckling through your folds until youâre dripping in his lap, enjin wrapping one hand around your throat and directing your gaze, enjin slowly working two thick fingers into your warm, wet cunt, each tattooed ring a marker for how much further he wants to go, enjin making you cum with just his hands for weeks until youâre begging him to take you with his dick
A loud knock jolts you from your focus, your stationery practically shakes from the force. You murmur to yourself, âWhat now?â Irritation evident in your voice as you push yourself out of your seat at your desk and head towards your dorm door.
Youâre met with a very groggy, very out-of-it Satoru.
âSatoru? What are you doing here â why have you got gauze in your mouth?â
He pushed past you with a groan and flopped down onto your bed as if he owned it. âJust got my wisdom teeth removed, sweets.â His words were slurred, almost incoherent. You stared at him, pondering why on earth your fuck buddy was coming to your dorm out of all places after just having his teeth extracted.
âAren't you going to cuddle me?â
You snorted at his garbled words, the idea being so foreign that the only reasonable reaction was to laugh. âSatoru, we never cuddle after you visit, we high five and one of us leaves after getting dressed.â The white-haired manâs eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at your words, âBut⌠why would I not want to cuddle my girlfriend?â
Hold on, girlfriend?
How many painkillers was this guy on?
You moved closer to him, sitting at the edge of the bed and rubbing your hand up and down his shin. âWe arenât dating, Toru. We just hook up sometimes, remember?â You tried to sound as kind as possible, lowering your voice so as not to embarrass him. Satoru however just shook his head, drool slipping from the sides of his mouth as he sat up.
âNuh uh, we are dating because Iâm sooo in love with you, pretty girl.â He tried to smirk but his cotton-stuffed mouth prevented that, instead, he ended up looking a tiny bit lopsided.
You froze, eyes wide, mouth agape at his confession. âYou donât mean that, youâre practically high from how many meds youâre on.â You tried to get up but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto the bed with him. âNo, I love you.â He repeated in a sing-song voice, nuzzling his head into your hand.
âMy girlfriend, let me love you...â You felt him starting to fall limp against your hand, eyes wavering as he fought a drug-induced sleep. You signed, leaning closer in to press a soft kiss to his damp forehead. âWe can talk about whatever that was tomorrow, Toru.â
âLet me love you⌠donât you give up, nah-nah-nahâŚâ
âYou listen to Justin Bieber?â
âSuguru played it in the car, told me to serenade youâŚâ
And with that, he was asleep.
a/n: perceive gojo as incoherent pls and ty
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