Part 2 of satorus love for innocence please🥹🥹
satoru guiding you through your first blowjob .ᐟ
cw: smut, bestfriend!satoru, purity kink, oral (m!receiving), handjob (m!receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, down bad satoru, satorus annoying but gentle with reader, no use of y/n
after what had transpired only two nights ago, satoru had become infatuated with the idea of slowly stripping your innocence.
he was absolutely over the moon when you asked something so humiliating to his face. to know what a dick felt like.
after being forced to tiptoe between the line that was your friendship for years, he finally had an excuse to touch you without repercussions.
he wanted to teach you everything he knew about sex, he wanted to be your mentor.
the only rule being that you practice with him and him only.
you had no idea how to take the ordeal. you wondered if his intentions were purely to teach you or not. but then you remembered the way he talked about you losing your virginity to him and thought otherwise.
you decided to come over—with the only motive being to watch a movie with him—but you should’ve known satoru wasn’t going to let what happened go.
he sits next to you on the couch, both of you sharing a blanket. the tv screen cats a blue hue on your face as you watch the movie—oblivious to satoru’s constant staring.
he’s been hard this entire time. if he’s being honest, he hasn’t paid attention to the movie the second you turned it on.
and he feels bad because you told him it was one of your favorites. but how could he not be distracted when you’re right there—barely arm’s length away?
he smells the perfume you applied earlier before coming over, the faint smell of vanilla from your shampoo that he’s used too many times when staying over at your house.
you feel a tingling sensation on the side of your face. you turn—coming face to face with satoru’s radiant, azure eyes.
his face is blank as he stares back, the seriousness of his face only makes you more nervous.
you feel your heart skip a beat and feel your face heat up gradually. you chuckle nervously. “what’s wrong?”
he tilts his head. “wanna learn something new?”
you freeze. the movie becomes irrelevant and morphs into background noise.
you recount the words he breathed into your neck two nights ago.
“how about you come over for more of these lessons, yeah?”
the air quickly thickens, heavy with memories from what occured the other night. you’re unsure of what to say.
you gulp nervously. “learn what?” you’re surprised your voice comes out even—completely contradicting the way you feel inside.
you feel the cold surprise of his hand snaking onto your thigh from underneath the blanket. you gasp, your eyes flickering to your lap then back to his face.
he grins. “a new way to feel me.”
you kneel in front of satoru, the carpet burning into your skin. his pants are down already, the only barrier being his boxers.
you glance at the hardened bulge practically staring at you, a damp spot in the middle from the abundant amount of precum he’s been leaking.
“you shy, sweets?” you startle when his hand settles on your head, gently caressing through your hair. you look up at him.
you shift uncomfortably. “no.” you lie. he catches it immediately and smirks.
his hand droops to your chin, his touch scalding and tender. “there’s no need to be shy. you wanna learn what a dick feels like, yeah?”
heat crawls up your neck. “how’s this gonna help me feel it?”
his frowns. “you feel it through your mouth. feel the way i react to your touch. it’s important.” he shrugs.
you raise an eyebrow at him. he chuckles. “now, the first step is to take it out.” his hand falls off your cheek and onto his thigh.
your eyes fall to his underwear and you take a deep breath. you reach to the hem of his boxers and anxiously tug them downwards.
his protruding cock springs out, startling you into gasping. you stare at it—the thrumming veins running down the sides, the perfect, strawberry tip that spurts out heaps of precum—and then it twitches.
your eyes widen in disbelief.
“that’s supposed to fit in my mouth?!” you blurt out without even realizing. satoru begins cheesing smugly.
“what, now you’re scared?”
“uh—yeah! that’s going to poke the back of my throat!” you press your hand to the base of your throat, already feeling the sting.
“hm, maybe.” he hums. you glare at him. he clicks his tongue, fighting the urge to laugh at your irritation.
“c’mon, you’re a big girl. and if i have to sit here any longer while hard, i’m gonna have to go in the bathroom and deal with it. which is horrible compared to this.”
you bite your tongue, worriedly grimacing at the blue-eyed man in front of you.
you begin cursing your past self for asking him that dumb, humiliating question two days ago. for crossing the thin barrier of your friendship, for turning it into this.
because as much as you’re scared of even touching the thing—you even more afraid to admit how much you enjoyed the euphoric feeling satoru gave you.
you didn’t want to lose your virginity, you weren’t ready. but you’d do anything to have that feeling course through your body again.
he smiles proudly. “there’s my girl.” he reaches for your hand that rests on his knee, bringing it to his mouth.
“first you have to get it niiice and wet,” he spits in your palm, the sight filthy and wicked. you feel a fuzzy feeling bloom in your chest. he brings your hand to his cock and wraps it around his cock.
it’s thick and heavy in your hold. the veins pulse steadily.
he cups his hand over yours and begins to stroke it slowly, the pace teasing and tantalizing. “grip it like this, ‘kay?” he lets go of your hand and you continue steadily stroking him, his saliva mixing with his precum.
you nod, biting your lip. your thumb swipes over his tip and a deep growl rumbles through his chest. “fuck, just like that.” he rasps.
you look up at him through your eyelashes. his face is tainted with a deep blush, his mouth agape as he breathes heavily.
it then dawns on you the amount of power you have over him, how easily he crumbles under the weight of your hand.
the realization sends a warm feeling to your naval, heat pooling there.
“like this?” you ask, squeezing it a bit more. he jerks violently in your hold. a small whine escaping his lips is all the answer you need.
he sees the cocky glint in your eyes and feels his dick pulse. he huffs out a broken chuckle. “alright, let’s get to the blowjob part before i come, hm?” he says, his voice unsteady.
you feel nerves flare through your body as you stare at his cock, completely believing that you won’t be able to fit him in there.
he grabs the base and slaps his cock against your plump lips. “c’mon, you trying to torture me?”
you glare at him. “fine, what do i do first?”
“first, kiss the tip.” he tells you, staring down at your flustered face with his intense, serene eyes.
you glance at him anxiously before leaning in, pressing your lips to his sensitive tip in a shy kiss. he inhales sharply—releasing a satisfied moan.
“good girl.” he murmurs, his voice thick and heavy with lust. “now you gotta lick it.”
your eyes meet his skeptically. “is that necessary?”
he pouts. “of course it is, angel. you have to feel every part of me and make me feel good, don’t you want that?”
your eyes flit back to his angry tip. you get closer, your tongue darting out to give it a scarce lick.
he lets out a broken groan, his head tilting the side.
the sight of you on his knees, holding his cock and licking it so cutely is almost enough to make him come.
for you to be so compliant to give him your first blowjob—even though he said it was for you to learn—blooms a deep sense of proudness.
he nods, willing himself to not come so early—to not ruin this moment.
“good. now you gotta put it in your mouth.” he quips with a small grin. he puts his hand on the back of your head, bringing your face to his dick.
he taps it against your cheek tauntingly. “c’mon. you’ll be alright.” you shift on your knees, the carpet burning your skin scarcely.
you take a deep breath and open your mouth—slowly sinking his cock inside.
you feel the expanse of his cock on your tongue, all the reactive veins and smooth ridges. you breathe through your nose. your eyes start tearing up.
he grits his teeth as he watches you take him so easily, as if you’re not scared. his chest rises and falls in short breaths.
you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex. you choke and quickly take him out of your mouth. you sputter for air.
he frowns. “easy, you’re okay, it’s okay.” he says softly, stroking your hair. he catches a lone tear just as it falls. you wipe your mouth, panting.
“you got it.” satoru interrupts, his voice firm buy gentle. you look up at him. “try again, and go slow this time, yeah? i’ll guide you through it.”
you bite your tongue, clearing your throat. “okay.” you reply. you part your lips, bringing his cock into your mouth once again—carefully sinking down this time.
he grits his teeth, the slick, wet feeling of your heaven sent mouth that envelopes his dick overwhelms his senses. his hand in your hair tightens gingerly.
“there you go. now, take a deep breath, relax your throat.” he moves the hair out of your face. you breathe deeply through your nose, willing yourself to calm down—your throat gradually relaxing.
his snowy pubic hairs tickle your nose. you feel the urge to sneeze but push it down. saliva begins to trail down your chin and onto his dick.
“good, good.” he grumbles. “now start by moving your head up and down—and use your hand at the same time.”
you listen to his instructions, bobbing your head and stroking him with your hand at a cautious pace. you experimentally press your tongue against his shaft. he whines and flinches, his hand in your hair tightening.
“fuuck, good girl.” he groans. his praise hits you and goes straight to your core.
you feel your cunt throb—desperately clenching around nothing. “go faster.” you increase your pace and press your tongue against the slit on his tip. his cock jerks in response and he inhales sharply.
he brings his other hand to the other side of your head, his hold firm. “you’re such a quick learner, aren’t you?”
you hum and the vibration makes him moan. he plasters a wet smile on his face.
you gain a boost of confidence and swirl your tongue around his dick. his smile immediately slips, his mouth forming a circle in a broken groan.
his veins pulse with each movement of your hand and mouth. the knot in his core promptly tightens.
your eyes flicker to his. they’re a dark, stormy blue, clouded with lust and libido. his smile grows. “fuck, i knew it. you’re not so pure as i thought.” his voice is unsteady.
“you’re probably soaked right now too,” he moans when your grip on him tightens. “wet just from sucking me off.” his eyes flutter closed. the back of his head rests on the couch cushions.
he can feel his body heat up and his cock pulse violently as his release chases him. his breathing becomes shallow.
you slurp the slick amount of precum and your saliva, the sound filthy. it brings more heat to your naval.
he moans loudly, not caring to stay quiet anymore. “fuck, i’m g-gonna come, sweets,” he states. “you wanna swallow it?” he questions and you hum around him.
the answer makes him laugh like a maniac. if he already has you sucking him off and swallowing him cum—how much longer till he gets to fuck you?
“look at me.” he tells you, his voice flicking from broken and firm. you listen to him, your glossy, pure eyes meeting his dirty ones.
the same eyes he’s stared into—imagining this exact scenario and more—for years. the fact that he now gets to play out his daydreams with you could make him cry.
with your flushed, plump cheeks, those soft lips wrapped around his cock—drool running wildly down your chin—you look beautiful.
“shit, you’re so pretty. could do this everyday, make you lose every form of innocence because of me.” he rambles. you’re ashamed to admit that you could feel yourself throb at his words.
then—with a broken, loud whine—he comes.
hot, sticky ropes shoot from his cock and to the back of your throat, painting your mouth. you slow your pace and his grip in your hair loosens.
you pull away, a string of saliva being the only form of connection between you two.
he tastes sweet—underlying the salty flavor mixed in. you swallow it and he chuckles darkly.
“so beautiful. such a good girl f’me.” his hands on your head strokes your hair affectionately. he wipes the drool off your face and smiles.
“we should make these lessons into a regular thing, hm?” he quips. heat crawls up your neck.
he sounds like he’s joking, but knowing him—you’re sure he’s not.
and you know he’ll live up to his words.
