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ê°àŸàœČ Ę áŁSYNOPSIS : satoruâs been too buried in his book to notice his sulky girlfriend desperately trying to get his attention.
âžâž CONTENTâžâž â : MDNI, smut, established relationship, making out, ass groping, riding, p in v (duhhh), youâre so dramatic đ , many âiâm sorryâs, praising!!, nipple play, pet names (baby, princess) the smut is towards the ending.
PAIRING .á gojo satoru x f!reader
ᶻ .á WORD COUNT â 1.7k
đ â first written work! (iâll get better over time, hopefully), also it wasnât proofread! so there might be errors, a tiny bit rushed lol. art not mine and gotten from pinterest (Astar Bun Ma) idk if thatâs the original creator
youâve been trying for at least twenty minutes now. and lowkey it was starting to get embarrassing. âsatoruâŠâ you called out softly. your arms crossed over your chest, making your shirt ride up just a tiny bit.
he didnât even flinch. no dramatic realization like âoh shit! the love of my life is calling for me!â. he didnât even bother to glance up at you. his pen scribbled something on the notebook, his blue eyes focused on the textbook in front of him like it was the most exciting thing in the universe and not the person beside him who looked like a kicked puppy.
you leaned down, your palms flat on the desk. putting your face directly in his line of sight. âsatoruâŠâ you called out again. even softer than before. âhm?â that was it?! just one tiny hum like you were some annoying kid and he was your over working, tired of life dad. his glasses was already on the bridge of his nose, his hair covering his face from how long he had been hunched over his desk.
you grabbed the empty chair next to his desk, leaning your body close to him. âbabyyyy, look at me⊠even if itâs for two secondsâ. you said in that sweet tone you knew always worked.
he finally looked up. but it was for barely a second. just long enough to glance at your face before looking back to the textbook. âyeah, im listeningâ âwhatâs up?â. you waited but nothing else came. he didnât pull you into his lap like he normally did. the silence went on for too long until it became awkward.
the next move was the puppy eyes. you widened your eyes on purpose, a small pout forming on your lips as you titled your head in a way that it made your hair frame your face in a way that made him down. you pushed your cheeks right up his, your breath brushing against his ear. âcome on saturo⊠iâm so. boredâ.
âmhmmmm just give me ten more minutesâ he said but he was already focused on his book before he could even finish his sentence. ten more minutes. it didnt seem that long, you could wait for ten minutes. except⊠thatâs what he said 30 minutes ago.
your shoulders dropped in disappointment. the little hope youâd been holding onto had long gone. you straightened up, the chair squeaking as you pushed it back. for a second you stood there staring at his head, hoping heâd look up and notice you were done trying. he didnât.
a small sigh escaped your lips as you stood by the door. you glanced back at him muttering under your breath. âi guess you donât love me anymoreâ. it was quiet. but loud enough for him to hear if he was even paying attention. the words sounded a little too dramatic and pathetic to your own ears but you didnât take it back. you closed the door behind you, letting the door shut a bit harder than necessary.
satoru sat there for a few minutes since the door had closed. he was chewing his pen in concentration but the words on the book started to blur. his brain started to reminisce to the words you last muttered before leaving. âi guess you donât love me anymoreâ. ten more minutes he said.
heâd been so deep in his books that everything else didnât matter. including his girl. he treated you like you were some annoying kid. the guilt started to hit fast.
âfuckkkâ. he whispered, shoving the chair back so hard he almost fell over. he didnât even bother packing up all the stationeries and notebooks on his table. it would take too much time. he rushed out of the room so fast, his heart about to rip out of his chest.
there you were in the living room, your legs covered with a blanket, gaze completely focused on the movie playing on the tv. you looked mad. like hella mad. what was he even saying? you WERE mad. and the worst part? you had every right to be and it was completely his fault.
he stood in the doorway for a few seconds before his brain finally registered that he needed to apologize. ASAP.
youâd been sitting on the couch, sulking for what felt like forever. you were barely paying attention to the movie, every time the characters laughed you couldnât help but roll your eyes. âcanât believe he picked his stupid books over his own girlfriend⊠againâ you huffed. your throat was already getting dry from all the annoyance youâve been building up, so you stood up and slowly walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
you stretched to reach for your favorite cup. until you felt a presence behind you, a presence so close that you could feel the body heat. he reached out his hands to grab your waist gently. of course you knew who it was, you didnât need to turn back to know it was him. instead you crossed your arms over your chest, letting out a loud huff as your shoulders tensed.
âprincess iâm so sorryâŠâ satoruâs voice came out softly as he whispered right by your ear, giving you goosebumps.
his hands stayed on your waist, his lips brushing the side of your neck in a way of saying âiâm sorryâ then another one on your shoulder. âi got so buried in it again and didnât realize how long gone i had been. iâm so sorryâ âyou shouldâve at least acknowledged meâ
âi know! iâm clearly in the wrongâ he said, his face already buried in your neck as he gave it another kiss. slower and dragging his lips along your neck. his free hand slid down to cup the curve of your ass through the fabric of your shorts. the squeeze was gentle at first, like he was testing to see if youâd slap his hand away. then his fingers dug in a little more.
âi heard what you said before you leftâ âyou know thatâs not true right?â he blurted out, his voice shaking from how panicked he sounded. you swatted his hands away from your ass but he didnât pull back. if anything, he pressed his body closer, his chest against your back.
his hands returned back to where it was before you swatted it away. âstop touching me you idiot!â. you muttered, trying to sound annoyed (but you were already cracking). you huffed louder, and finally turned around to face him, your hands crossed over your chest. âoh? you really think a couple sorries are gonnaââ the rest of the sentence never came out.
satoruâs lips were on yours before you could finish. soft, warm and a little too desperate. the kiss was very sudden. like he was getting impatient and couldnât wait another second.
his hands slid low to your waist, pulling you closer while he kissed you deep, like he was trying to pout every apology into it. âiâm sorryâ he whispered against your lips between the kisses. you tried to stay mad but the way he was kissing you made your brian go blank. he tasted like the mint of the gum he had previously been chewing and his hands were already moving, one staying on your waist and the other sliding down to grip your ass again. squeezing it like he had been dying to do this.
his lips moved to the corner of your lips, the right back at the center. the kisses were getting hungrier and messier, his tongue slipped in properly, slow drags that made your knees go numb.
without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you up like you weighed nothing. placing you on the edge of the counter and slipping in between your legs.
you could feel how hard he was as he pressed against you inner thighs through his sweats but he still kept the pace. every now and then he would pull back and whisper another âiâm so sorry babyâ (itâs like the fucking 80th time). before kissing you again, deeper.
you donât recall how you ended here. one minute you were in the kitchen making out, the next youâre ontop of the bed straddling him, both knees on either sides of his hips. clothes were long discarded, scattered on the floor.
he was already rock hard against your clit, his blue eyes staring at you, his hands finding its way to your waist to help you grind down against him. âfuck⊠just like that babyâ
when you finally sank down onto him, his grip shifted from your waist to your ass. his fingers spreading and kneading the flesh, like he couldnât get enough of it. a loud groan slipped out of his mouth the moment you bottomed out. âs-shit you feel soooo goodâ he breathed out, his eyes never leaving yours. not even for a split second.
you started moving, rolling your hips in a lazy rhythm. his hand never left where it was, guiding just a little but mostly letting you set the pace. one palm slid under your top to cup your tit, thumb brushing over your nipple in a slow circle.
the room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, and his quiet praises. âargh fuck, just like thatâ âmove however you wantâ âyouâre doing so goodâ his voice stayed low, even when he was buried deep inside you.
his fingers dug deeper into your ass helping you bounce a little faster, each time the groping became more desperate.
you kept going, your hips rolling faster now. saturoâs breathing got uneven. âGod you look so ethereal right nowâ he muttered, thumb flicking your nipple under your shirt, while the other one squeezed your ass tight.
when he started getting close you could feel his hips twitching up to meet yours, his grip a bruising a little. voice cracking and getting all whiny even tho he was trying to stay in charge. âdonât stop! please donât stop baby⊠iâm so closeâ. you kept riding him through it and the moment he came he buried his face deep in your neck for a few seconds, his hands pulling you down against him.
he pulled you down so you were practically laying on top of him, his hands wrapping around your waist. satoru pressed a kiss on your forehead, the your temple. âround two?â he asked with a teasing grin.
