Archive of Our Own

Nobody is supposed to know.

It’s just a little hobby of yours. You’ve always been a writer, making up stories and little worlds in your head. When you got overly attached to a piece of media, it felt natural to want to continue the story, or spin your own take on it. Thus, your eyes opened to the world of fanfiction.

You love writing. You like taking your favorite characters and putting them in different scenarios, like you’re playing with dolls. You can do anything they want. Do you want Hatsune Miku to meet Darth Vader? Absolutely. You could write about Barbie and friends becoming pirates, or a horror story about the hockey players you see on TV.

Of course, your love for fanfic also includes the more adult side of things. It’s fun to curl up with a glass of wine and your vibrator, your favorite fic open on your tablet, every once in a while. You’ve picked up enough that you’re decently good at writing smut, too, although the lack of experience really gets in the way of writing about things.

Enter Satoru Gojo.

He’s your loud mouthed, overbearing and surprisingly nerdy coworker. He has strong opinions he is not afraid to voice, and he’s difficult to work with.

Thankfully, he’s easy to go out with.

After weeks of pining, Satoru had finally asked you out in a grand finale of an epic string of schemes by your coworkers to finally get you two together.

Trapped in a dark, quiet closet, heart racing, you almost miss his nervous little gasp when he’s shoved in beside you. His hand hits the back wall, just over your shoulder, effectively pinning you in place. The door slams shut as he straightens up, leaving him pressed up against you. The closet really isn’t big enough for one person, let alone two.

You stare at each other, his piercing blue eyes burning into yours. You’ve flirted with him plenty, but for some reason, you’re terrified to now.

Then he shifts closer, pressing his forearm to the wall and brushing his lips against your forehead. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I’ve wanted you forever. I shouldn’t have told Shoko.”

You had wondered why she was suddenly so insistent on you talking to him. “It’s okay. It’s my fault, too. I told her…I like you too.”

“Really?” Satoru’s gaze flicks to yours again. He leans down, nose brushing against yours. “Then…can I kiss you?”

You nod.

That was the most experience you’d ever had. Up until your third date with Satoru, of course. He’d dropped you off at home, so of course you invited him in for a drink. He humored you with a soda, and you’d ended the night in his lap, grinding yourself down on his erection. You weren’t even really sure how it happened — you’d never done anything like this before. But it felt incredible, and you’re looking forward to doing more of it.

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A warm breeze blows through your bedroom. The early May heat is doing wonders for the heat beneath your skin, which grows as Satoru kisses your neck. You’re perched on his lap, thighs quivering as he unravels you slowly, clearly planning on taking his time.

You had been alone only twenty minutes ago, innocently writing when he entered your room and flopped on your bed. You aren’t entirely sure how he got into your house, but you’re far too horny to question it at the moment.

“Satoru.” You whine his name when he sucks gently at your skin, and your nails dig into his shoulders.

He hums against your neck, long lashes fluttering. When he finally pulls away, you can practically feel the bruise forming. “Mm, what?”

“I wanna kiss you,” you mumble. You tangle your fingers in his overgrown hair and pull him in for more. His mouth clashes with yours, tasting and teasing every part of you. You wrap your arms around his neck and grind down on his growing hard on, nice and slow. The lazy friction stirs a pulsating, simmering heat in your stomach and between your legs.

He moans softly against your mouth and rolls his hips up. You whine and clutch the collar of his shirt as his arm slides around your waist, holding you steady against his chest as he rocks and grinds up against you.

You break away from his mouth with a gasp, vision spinning as air rushes through your burning lungs. The lack of oxygen just seems to make the friction sweeter for the both of you. Satoru’s head is tilted back, and he’s panting like a dog as he thrusts up against you.

Ding!

You manage to avoid looking at your laptop, but a second, identical ding! has your eyes betraying you. You check the laptop screen and register the two emails from the Archive before another one pops up.

Satoru glances over his shoulder at your laptop, which sounds off another one. “Four? Damn, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly, but just as you’re leaning forward to grab the traitorous device, Satoru bucks his hips. Your head spins, dizzy with pleasure, and the laptop slips into his hands, instead.

“So, what do we have here?” He murmurs, scrolling through your mailbox. “Emails…okay, all from Archive of Our Own. You’ve got kudos, you’ve got kudos, comment, comment, comment, comment.”

“Don’t look at those,” you say quickly. The second you open your mouth, you know you’ve already lost.

“Why?” Satoru looks at you. If there’s one thing he loves doing, it’s pushing boundaries. He clicks on an email. “Aw. What a sweet comment. Did you write this?”

“No.” You purposefully avoid saying more.

“You’ve clammed up, huh?” Satoru grins at you. “That’s alright. I’ll do some investigating myself. First, let’s click this link — "

“No, wait!” you protest, but Satoru rolls his hips again and braces a hand on your back, like he knows that you’ll need the support.

He’s right, though, you do. You gasp softly as you grind against his thigh, and you slump against his chest.

“This is fanfiction,” he says suddenly, eyes flicking over the screen. “Title by genericusername…is that you?”

You don’t say anything, just bury your face in his neck.

“I guess so. Hmm.” You hear him tapping around on screen. “So, what these little symbols are telling me is that you wrote an explicit story about your favorite characters getting it on?”

“I write about more than that,” you mutter softly. “I have three full length fics.”

“That is actually pretty impressive,” he says, rubbing your back. “And you just do this for fun?”

You nod, still too embarrassed to let him see you.

“Well. Let me sit back and enjoy some of my girlfriend’s work.” He pushes himself up against the headboard, you still in his lap.

You don’t try to take the laptop from him. You know he’s stronger than you, and he’ll fight back. So all you can do is hide your face and hope he doesn’t find anymore of your porn.

“This one just says my name,” he says. Your head shoots up so fast you almost hit him in the nose. “But it’s about some anime characters?”

“Don’t read that one.” You grab the laptop, but he’s already reading the summary.

“‘Porn (with a little plot) inspired by things I want my boyfriend to do to me.’ Oh.” His icy gaze meets yours. “You’re gonna let me read that.”

“Satoru,” you plead, tugging at the laptop.

“Shush, baby.” He presses a finger to your lips, effectively quieting you. “I need to know what my pretty girl likes.”

You squirm in his lap, embarrassed and humiliated. He makes soft, amused sounds as he reads, but you can tell when he gets to the smut. His breathing pattern changes, and he swallows hard. You feel his cock twitching against your thigh, which makes you whimper softly.

“Baby,” he breathes, setting the laptop aside. “This is so hot.”

“Stop,” you murmur, face buried against his heated skin.

He coaxes you out and tilts your chin up. “I’m serious. You’re an incredible writer. I — god, fuck, I’m hard, baby. From words.”

You nod slowly. “This is…this is mainly what I consume. Instead of videos.”

“I might need to switch over.” He exhales shakily through his nose. “So, that whole story is just things you want me to do to you, huh?”

You don’t answer, and you avoid his eyes. You’re too humiliated, even though you absolutely wrote the story with that intention. You just never expected him to find it.

“I thought you were a virgin.” His fingers brush through your hair. You squeeze around his neck tighter and nod. “You are? And you’re already so good at writing this shit? It all seems pretty accurate to me, but I think we should make sure you have a good idea of how it all works.”

You freeze and whimper softly against his neck. You don’t know how you’re supposed to resist that. Not when his hands are on your hips now, grinding you gently in his lap, and his mouth is pressing sweet kisses to your jaw, then your neck.

You gasp softly when he lifts his hips to press his swollen erection against you. You grind down, whines escaping your throat.

“That’s my good girl,” he breathes, and you melt, because he’s never said that to you; he got it from the fic. “Oh, yeah, you like that, hm?”

You nod and bite down on his neck.

His hips jerk and press hard against yours. “Sh-shit — "

“Satoru,” you moan. You lift your head and stare at those icy blue eyes watching you with such intensity. “F-feels good.”

“Yeah?” He leans back against the headboard with a broad smile on his face. “My pretty girl. Just grinding all over my cock like such a little slut.”

You suck in a breath and cling to his shoulders. “Satoru — fuck, ‘m gonna — "

“Already?” He grins. “Alright. We’re not done, though, we are far from done.”

A breathy little sob escapes you as he rolls his hips up in time with yours. The heat that’s been pooling between your legs and in your stomach coils tighter and tighter until it seems to snap. Your moans grow louder and louder as you grind through your orgasm.

“There you go,” Satoru breathes once you finally collapse against him. His hand comes up to rub your back. “That’s my girl. Good girl.”

“Shit,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. “Ah.”

“You alright?” His thumb rubs over your cheek. “Stay with me. No passing out.”

“I’m not gonna pass out,” you mumble, even though the idea is very tempting.

“Good.” He pushes you off his lap until you fall onto the mattress. “I have more reading to do, but I think I have a general idea of what sort of things you like. Just based on those tags.” He winks. “Can I take these off?”

You nod, head spinning as he pulls your shorts down your legs. You hadn’t been expecting this. You hadn’t shaved, cleaned up or anything. Your thighs press tightly together once he has your shorts off, and they stay that way even when he tries to pull them apart.

He looks up at you, a soft pout on his lips. “Baby. C’mon, let me make you feel good.”

“I just — I’m not ready,” you squeak. “I haven’t cleaned up or shaved at all, and I don’t want you to hate it.”

“Okay, not to brag, because I know you’re a virgin,” he says, resting his hands on your thighs, “but some of us spent college having fun instead of studying. I did, I mean. Pussy is my favorite food. Trust me.”

Your face erupts into colors, but you allow him to gently spread your legs. This is the first time you’ve gone this far, and you’re trembling with nerves. Or maybe anticipation? You’re not too sure.

“Relax,” Satoru breathes. He presses a soft kiss to one of your thighs. “God, look at you, baby, you’re soaked.”

Your thighs snap back together, and your breath hitches loud. That’s a line you recognize. One you wrote while you were thinking about him.

He grins filthily up at you as he spreads your legs open again. The heartbeat in your chest and between your legs pulses rapidly as he leans in and presses a slow, wet kiss to your clothed cunt. He stays there for a minute, breathing you in. When he finally pulls away, his pretty lashes are fluttering like he’s getting off on this. “You smell so fucking good. I need to taste you.”

You whimper as the tips of his fingers curl into the waistband of your panties, which are thoroughly soaked and ruined. He pulls them down slowly, and you lift your hips to help. A string of slick sticks to the fabric and snaps against your thigh as they slowly come down your legs.

Satoru is salivating as he stares at your pussy, eyes wide and pupils blown with lust. He looks up at you and crushes your panties against his nose. Then he moans, long and loud, like the smell is enough.

“Oh my god,” you whine, clutching the sheets.

“Fuck, this is all I need.” He moans against your panties again. “‘M gonna keep these and jerk off with them, okay baby?”

Wordlessly, you nod. How do you even respond to that kind of thing?

“‘Kay,” he breathes. He tucks them into his pocket and lays down on his stomach.

“Wait!” You close your thighs before he can get any closer.

“Hm?” He looks up at you. “What is it?”

Pink colors your cheeks. “Can you…can you take your shirt off?”

Satoru smirks. He knows exactly how pretty he is. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it aside, then lays between your legs again. He pulls your legs up and tosses them over his shoulders as he sidles closer.

Your pussy throbs as you watch the muscles in his back move. He’s unfairly hot.

“Baby,” he breathes. His lips brush against your inner thigh.

You hold your breath as he leans in. His nose nudges against your clit, tongue slipping out to trace tiny circles.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe. He makes a noise, a hum of contentment, and spreads your lips with his thumbs. You cry out as he licks his way inside you. “Satoru! Oh — Satoru, oh my god — "

He hums quietly, and you all but sob. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his nose where it’s pressed against your clit.

This is completely and utterly filthy. Never in a million years did you think you’d have a pretty boy — a pretty boyfriend! — slurping and licking between your thighs like it’s his job. Every sound your body makes is obscene, and he only adds to that as he fucks his tongue into you.

You whine quietly and tangle your fingers in his hair. There’s a mounting pressure in your stomach. It’s different from when you’re on your own, much more intense.

Satoru pulls away to lick his lips and stare up at you before he’s diving back in again, hands on the backs of your thighs to keep you spread.

“Fuck,” you say suddenly. Your stomach coils tightly. “Oh — fuck, baby, I can’t — I’m so — ngh!”

Satoru ignores you, but based on the way his fingers dig harder into your skin, he heard you. He munches away like you’re the sweetest dessert.

Your hips buck uncontrollably, and you cry out. This definitely isn’t normal. “Satoru — oh, fuck, I — stop, stop!”

He pauses immediately and looks up at you, mouth dripping with your slick. The sight is enough to make your toes curl. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you breath, pressing a hand to your stomach. “I — I feel like I’m gonna…pee.”

He smirks. “Mm. Go with that.”

“What? Wait, you can’t — " Your head falls back against the pillow as he sucks on your clit again. “Oh, fuck — Satoru, no, I can’t — oh god — oh, god!”

Fire spreads through your bones as you gush onto his face. Your back arches sharply as you come harder than you ever have, and an obscene amount of clear fluid squirts out of you, involuntarily. It splashes all over his face and hair, dampening his lashes.

With one last lick, Satoru pulls away. He licks his lips and smiles at you. “Feel good?”

You nod.

“Have you ever written squirting?”

You glance between him and yourself. “Did I just…”

“Yeah, baby, you just squirted. All over my face.” He presses a soft kiss to your thigh. “Such a good girl.”

You squirm. “I’m never letting you read anything I wrote again.”

“Yeah?” He smiles, in that way that means he’s egging you on. “You gonna stop me?”

You both look at the laptop.

You move before he does, but he still gets to it first. He holds the screen open with one hand, despite you trying to push it down, and hums as he peruses your writing.

You huff and cross your arms. You’re simply not strong enough to stop him, so the best you can do is sulk.

His eyes light up in that dangerous way they do when he gets an idea. “Oh, princess, I didn’t know you were into that.”

“Into what?” You don’t look at him.

“Being held down and fucked until you cry. You want me to be mean.” He turns the laptop around so you’re forced to look at the filthy things you’ve written. “You think of me doing these things to you, huh?”

You curl into a ball and hide your face against the top of your knees.

“Hey, hey, come back here.” Satoru hauls you into his lap and settles you against his chest. He rests the laptop on your legs and scrolls with his head on your shoulder. “There. Now we can both read.”

“I don’t wanna read,” you mumble, even though your eyes betray you by flicking to the screen. It’s a story you wrote for yourself — of course you want to read it. But you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of winning.

“No?” Satoru croons in your ear. “That’s okay. I’ll read out loud. ‘The brunette presses kisses to the exposed jawline of her lover as she rolls her hips steadily into her. ‘That’s it. Take it like a good girl.’”

You swallow hard. “Satoru…”

“‘Oh!’” He cries out, in a high falsetto, reading the other character’s line now. “‘Oh fuck — please, it’s too much!’”

You squirm in his lap. “Satoru.”

“What, baby?” He presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to your cheek. “You want me to stop?”

You nod.

“But this is what you want me to do to you, huh?” He chuckles softly and noses against your skin. “You want me to call you a good girl, hm? Tell you to take my cock, ‘cause I know you can?”

You shiver and squirm in his lap, trying to get out, but he holds you firm around the waist.

“Ah-ah. You’re not going anywhere.” His hands slide over your stomach and chest. He squeezes your tits softly, then presses a sweet kiss to the side of your neck. “Is that what you want, princess? You want me to finally give you some real world experience?”

Your heart thuds wildly in your chest. You’ve been dating for almost three months, and he’s been so sweet to you so far. But Satoru feels different today — hungrier, almost feral. There’s a glint in his eye that you can’t blame on excitement alone.

“Hey.” He pats your cheek lightly, bringing you back down to Earth. “Are you still in there?”

“Sorry,” you breathe. You push the laptop shut and rest your head back on his shoulder. His hands are huge on your body. One arm curls possessively around your waist, while he splays his large hands on your stomach and chest.

“Someone is thinking about it, hm?” Satoru teases. “You want me to be mean to you.”

You squirm harder, though your resistance is futile. “You’re already mean to me.”

“Don’t be silly.” He nips your ear, teeth grazing against the shell just hard enough to sting. “I can be much worse.”

A soft, half-formed whine finally works its way up and out of your throat. You close your eyes, cheeks going pink.

“Eyes open, pretty girl.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “If you want me to do something, you have to tell me.”

“Fuck,” you whine. “S-Satoru, I need you, please.”

“Use your words.” His hand curls around your throat, and a wicked smirk lights up his face when your breath hitches. “Tell me exactly what you want. Be a good girl.”

You whimper quietly and arch into his touch. He has you exactly where he wants you. “I want — I want you inside me.”

“Yeah?” He laughs softly and kisses your temple. “I told you to use your words. Tell me what you want inside you.”

“Satoru. Please…please, I want your cock.” Your face flushes. “Don’t make me say it again…”

“But I fucking love hearing you talk dirty to me.” Satoru squeezes his arms around your waist. “Tell me you want it again.”

You whine quietly and squirm in his grip. “Stop torturing me.”

“Not a chance.” He heaves forward and tosses you on the mattress. You land chest-first with a soft oof and crane your neck to look at him as he climbs on top of you, trapping you beneath his huge, muscular form. “Look at you, baby. Trapped with nowhere to go. What are you gonna do now?”

You whine and bury your face in a pillow. His teasing has your cunt aching. You swallow your pride. “Satoru…please, give me your dick.”

He groans softly. “Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear.”

He’s gentle, but there’s a hunger to his movements you can’t deny. “Look at you,” he breathes, palms landing flat on your ass. He squeezes, just to get a feel, then slides his hands down your thighs to push them apart. Your breath hitches, but it quickly dissolves into a whimper as he runs two fingers over your slit.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs. “Just from teasing, hm?”

“You made me come twice,” you snap, hips jolting a bit as he circles your clit in quick, tight circles.

He hums softly, and you hear him slurp on his fingers. Perv. “I’m gonna give you my fingers first.”

“I don’t need your fingers,” you mutter.

Satoru’s fingers clasp around your jaw. He turns your head so you’re looking at him, then pushes his sweatpants down. Straining against his boxers is the outline of the thickest cock you have ever seen.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “That’s not gonna fit, Satoru.”

He visibly twitches at that. “It’ll fit. Trust me.”

You moan as he shoves your face back into the pillow and holds you there. Two of his long, thick fingers sink into your cunt, sending sparks up your spine. Everything is a little raw and oversensitive, but heat is still gathering in a ball in your stomach.

“Listen to you.” His voice is low as he pumps his fingers in and out. “Whining and moaning just from my fingers.”

You jolt as those long fingers curl inside you and brush against a spot that makes your vision blur. You cry out, hips bucking to try and chase that feeling.

“Oh, that’s good?” Satoru grins evilly and curls his fingers again. This time, he leaves them like that, rubbing the pads over the sensitive spot inside you.

You squirm and curse, riding his hand as he fingers you into a daze. Your throat feels dry when he finally lets up and spreads his fingers out again before adding a third. You do whine at the stretch, but your body is adjusting. It’s starting to feel good. You’re becoming addicted to the feeling of his fingers inside you.

Satoru watches you ride his fingers with an amused smile on his face and a hand on the back of your head, keeping your face in the pillow. “God, you’re fucking soaked. It’s all over my hand, all down my arm, it’s on the bed, oh, baby, you have the wettest pussy I’ve ever seen. So fucking cute.”

His filthy words have your squirming. You grip the pillows tightly, as if they’re going to save you from him.

“Fuck. Okay, look at me.” Satoru tugs your head back so you’re staring up at him. “Yeah. Thought so. You’re so cute like this, but I want to see your face. And I want to hear all the little noises you make.”

“How much did you read?” you ask, cheeks rosy red. He’s hitting every nail on the head, getting every kink you knew you had and new ones you didn’t.

“Enough.” He grabs your hips and flips you before you can even complain about the emptiness. “God damn. Look at that, such a pretty pussy. Baby, I know I have more reading to do, so tell me, how do you feel about a little bit of pain?”

You squeak and cover your face. How is he so calm about this?

“Heyy, come on, talk to me. Don’t be shy. This is gonna be so, so much better if you tell me exactly what you want, okay?” Satoru leans down to kiss you gently. “And you know we can always stop if you want.”

You shake your head quickly. “No, no, I don’t want to stop.”

“Alright. So, how do you feel about pain, hm?”

“I…I don’t think I’d dislike it,” you whisper meekly. “I really like when you bite my neck hard. It makes me so…so…”

You trail off as he starts nosing as your neck.

“Keep going,” he says softly. “What does it do to you?”

“It makes me wet,” you whisper, eyes squeezing shut like it can help you avoid the filthy secret. Instead, all it does is blind you to the attack.

Satoru pins your wrist down and cradles your jaw, then sinks his teeth into your neck, hard. Your eyes roll back, and you make a pathetic noise. His hand is between your legs again, thumb circling your clit.

“Satoru!” you whine, hips bucking.

He presses a soft kiss atop the bite mark and pulls away, cheeks rosy as he listens to your noises. “Can I try something?”

You nod and stare at him, eyes glassy. You’d do anything for him, and you’re sure he knows that at this point. As long as he keeps touching you like he is.

“Okay. It might hurt a little, so take a deep breath.” He gives your clit a forceful little tap. It’s not enough to hurt, but it knocks the wind right out of you. “How’s that feel?”

“You can do it harder,” you whisper, cheeks ablaze.

A grin spreads slowly across his face. “Harder? Yeah?”

Your head falls back against the pillows as he brings his palm down harder on your pussy. It stings, but there’s a tingly sensation that makes your toes curl.

“You like that?” Satoru’s thumb rubs tenderly over your clit, then slaps it again.

“Hah!” Your fingers curl into the sheets as your clit throbs under the assault. “Mhm…”

“Hey, use your words.” Satoru gives you another firm slap.

This time, you moan. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I like it,” you whisper, face crimson.

“Such a good girl.” Satoru leans over you and kisses your pink face. “Now, I gotta stuff my poor little slut.”

Your face flushes deeper. “Satoru!”

“What?” He grins. “That’s clearly what you want. You are a slut, reading and writing all that shit.”

“I’m not a slut,” you protest softly.

“Nothing wrong with being a slut,” he assures you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “You just want to be fucked like one. There, that better?”

You whimper and turn to hide your face in the pillow, but Satoru’s faster. He clicks his tongue and draws your face toward him with a soft, guiding hand on your jaw, then he holds you in place with a gentle hand wrapped around the base of your throat. Your heart seems to be having a hard time adjusting.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “My sweet girl is a cockslut. Future cockslut, at least. Nothing wrong with that. Let me give it you, baby, okay?”

Your thighs are trembling, but you spread your legs a bit for him.

Satoru smiles. “That’s my good girl. Take your shirt off, okay? I wanna see everything.”

Slowly, you peel your shirt over your head. When the offending scrap of fabric is tossed aside, you can see that he’s doing the same, working his sweatpants over his hips. The trail of white hair dusted along his pelvis makes you freeze as your mind runs in circles, begging to lick it, begging him to make you do it.

Satoru catches you staring and smiles. “Like what you see?”

“Of course,” you say quietly.

He lifts the waistband of his boxers away from his thin hips and pulls them down. Your eyes nearly bulge out your head at the sight of him.

Satoru’s big and tall. That’s just a fact. You only come up to his chest, which is rippled with so much muscle you’re a little worried about getting crushed sometimes. So it makes sense that his cock would be proportionately sized. That said, you’ve never seen anything like this, even in the pictures you sometimes look at. He’s huge, pale and flushed pink at the tip. He leaves behind a disgusting wet mess in his boxers.

“You look like you’re about to cry.” Satoru rubs his thumb over your cheek. “We don’t have to do anything. We can stop, or I can just keep touching you. Whatever you want.”

You lick your lips. If you’re going to lose your virginity to anyone, it’s going to be your hot, sweet boyfriend with a gigantic cock. “No. I want to keep going. You’re just — you’re really big.”

“I know. That’s why I gave you my fingers.” Satoru’s hands run down your bare thighs. “Pretty. Do you have any condoms?”

You shake your head slowly. You don’t want to lie and say you weren’t prepared for this exact scenario, but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer size of what’s between his legs. Nothing you bought stands any chance of fitting him.

“Hmm, me neither.” A flicker of doubt runs across his face. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this today.”

“What? But you already got me all worked up,” you whine.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry. I’ll let you sit on my face to make up for it, but I don’t want to risk getting you pregnant.”

“Oh.” You blink. “I’m on birth control. I’m not worried.”

Satoru stares at you for a minute before a smile spreads slowly across his face. “Oh, you made a mistake telling me that.”

“Huh? Why?” You lay back against the pillows as he leans over you.

“‘Cause you’re gonna let me fuck you raw, and I’m gonna get fucking addicted to that shit.” Satoru brushes your hair out of your eyes. “You’re probably gonna get addicted too. Just a fair warning.”

“Okay,” you breathe, spreading your legs a bit further.

“Big breath in,” he instructs, eyes glued between your legs as he slowly guides himself in.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. There’s a pressure there, and then he pops inside, and you squeak, clamping down on him. Your body fights the intrusion initially, but your pussy welcomes it, hips rolling to take him a little deeper.

“That’s it,” Satoru praises, watching your face. “Such a good girl. I’m not gonna make you take all of it, that would be cruel.”

“No,” you gasp, voice punched out from the new sensation. “Give it all to me. Please. I want it.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” Satoru kisses your forehead and rolls his hips a bit deeper.

You cry out as he presses against a spot that makes you see stars, back arching sharply against the sheets.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he breathes, voice strained like he’s trying to hold himself back. “Oh my god, baby, you have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me.”

You whimper quietly and cover your face. You peek out between your fingers to watch where your bodies connect, and you clench around him as you watch him slowly glide in and out of your soaked pussy.

“Look at us.” Satoru pulls your hands away from your face and pins your wrists against the mattress. “Look at that. My cock in your cute little cunt, hm? Stretching you out so good.”

Your breath hitches as your hips buck sharply upward.

“And you like being dirty talked, too.” Satoru smiles and presses his mouth to your ear. “My, who would have thought? My sweet little princess is actually a dirty fucking slut.”

You squirm in his grip, but he keeps you still.

“Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere. Silly.” Satoru smiles and rolls his hips. “You’re gonna stay right here and take it, like the good girl I know you are.”

Your eyes drop down to where you’re taking him again, and you clench around him at the sight. He’s sheathed fully inside you, balls pressed to your ass, and every time he pulls out, there’s a soft little shlick sound between your bodies.

“Such a good girl. Taking all of me.” Satoru moans softly and pulls out a bit before rolling his hips back in with a wet sound that makes your heart pound. “Can I go a little faster?”

You nod shakily. “Please.”

“Begging without even being asked?” Satoru’s hips snap back inside you with a filthy squelch. “That’s my good girl. What a smart girl, too, knowing how I like it.”

The praise makes your whole body tremble. “S-Satoru, I think — I think I’m gonna come…”

“Yeah?” His thumb rubs circles gently over your clit. “Me too, baby. I’m so close. Let’s come together, okay?”

You nod shakily and stare at him through half-lidded eyes as he brings you both to the edge. He’s fucking you a little desperately now, thumb pressing hard into your clit, and all you can do is cling to him.

“Fuck — " Warmth bubbles in your gut. “Satoru I — I’m gonna — "

“Aaalmost there, sweets,” he croons, voice broken. “Just hold on a little longer for me.”

Your thighs tremble as he moans into your neck. Your fingers run through his hair and pull gently, which he seems to like. His hips jerk hard inside you, and he whines. “Coming — "

You clench hard around him, eyes rolling back as your orgasm hits you, too. It’s overwhelmingly good, sending ripples of pleasure through your body and soaking your sheets even further than they already are.

“Oh, fuck.” His voice is wrecked. “God, your pussy — squeezing me so tight, so fucking wet, baby, oh my god — "

You’ve read enough know what happens, but you’re still surprised to feel him come inside you. It’s just like how you’ve always written it — he buries his face in your neck and muffles his moans in your skin as his hips rock until he milks himself fully in your cunt.

You hold each other tightly, bodies twitching and tingling in the aftershocks. He pulls out, and you watch with awe as his cum follows, dribbling out of your spent pussy and onto the ruined sheets.

“I think you’re right,” you say, as heat slowly builds inside you again. “I think I am addicted.”

“Now you’re my little cockslut.” Satoru pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You should get some rest, though. Don’t wanna overwork your poor body, because then we might not be able to have sex at all.”

“So you’re gonna hold me while I take a nap?”

“Of course. After we change these sheets. And take a shower.” Satoru wipes his face. “My eyelashes are still kinda sticking together from when you came on them.”

You allow him to carry you around your home. He washes you gently in the shower and throws your sheets in the laundry before putting fresh linens on the bed and wrapping you up in a soft blanket. He climbs onto the bed beside you afterward and pulls out his phone.

“What are you doing?” you mumble, eyes half closed and face against his chest.

“Looking for your account. I have more reading to do.” Satoru rubs your back. “Just relax and go to sleep, baby. I promise I’ll take good care of you when you wake up.”

“Do you mean you’re gonna find out what I’m into and then wake me up with it?”

“Probably.” He kisses your temple. “Need to know what I should be exploring.”

“You should be exploring a nap. With me.” You grab his phone and toss it across the room.

“Bossy. Alright, come here.” Satoru gathers you in his arms. “We’ll nap, but when we wake up, I’m reading more. And then I’m using it on you.”

You smile and bury your face in his chest. It may be a horribly embarrassing thought, but at least you know he cares enough to research exactly what it is you like.

Satoru was a good catch. You can’t believe he’s yours.