a/n: drabble about satoru aging bc he would’ve been 35 today. not old but it’s enough to begin showing the signs of aging. i love him. not proofread!
satoru is going grey.
thirty-five years old, and he’d never, not once, thought he’d ever go grey—with the whole white hair thing, you know?
but those dreams are absolutely crushed as he looks in the mirror, getting ready for the birthday dinner you had planned for him. you walk into the same shared bathroom, catching your husband’s downright agonized stare in the glass.
“babe, we’re going to be late. can you put on your tie please—.”
“not right now,” he interrupts, all too dramatically, “i’m having a crisis.”
“what? what’s wrong?” your voice is filled with worry, pacing towards your husband to turn him towards you.
satoru looks back in the mirror and parts his hair in one specific way, then turns back and leans down to push his scalp right in your face. eyebrows tweaking, you stare at his pale hair trying to find a trace of blood or something—but you don’t see anything.
“what are you talking about?”
“i’m getting old!”
“what? you just turned 35 today, what are you—,”
“i’m going grey! i’m getting old!” he whines, throwing his hands up and leaning back away from you. pursing your lips in frustration, you stare at your husband in the mirror disappointedly.
but then, you see it. one tiny, barely darker than pure white, grey hair poking out of satoru’s locks. and that’s not the only thing that shows his signs of aging. he’s got small crow’s feet forming from all his laughter and grins over the years. smile lines, too. tiny wrinkles litter his face all over from his many expressions he always does, the repetitive motions finally starting to show on his skin.
he’s become just a tiny bit forgetful, and his hearing has diminished just the littlest pinch. he has reading glasses because his perfect blue eyes finally gave into the years and he sees less than 20/20. satoru gets backaches now, he groans loudly when he sits down or stands up.
satoru’s aged, of course. he is still the most beautiful person in the world to you. the signs of his age showing are nothing less than endearing, they are signs of all the happiness and joy and experiences he’s had. even at his not actually old age, he is beautiful.
but you have a dinner to attend.
you pluck the hair right out of his head, a stinging pain coming to the root of satoru’s scalp for just a second.
A/N: inspired by the manwha ‘Childhood Friend Complex’
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI.
satoru never liked using his brain too much when it came to relationships. people came in and out of his life and he just went with it. so knowing you for twenty-two years now was natural to him. your moms were best friends so it was just a thing to always see you. you were comfortable, he didn’t have to do anything. you argued and fought but it was never anything serious aftet a week. yes the longest you’ve argued was exactly seven days and you made up after that. why? because that was just how your relationship was.
so how did he end up here, watching your face twist in absolute pleasure as you cried for him to be more gentle….did it just happen or was it the small things…?
“wanna go eat?” satoru easily leaned against you as you studied.
your jaw clenched. “ow!” you dramatically snap, elbowing him in the gut. “get off me.”
“ow!” he grits his teeth, shoving you so you slid slightly off the bench.
“you’re so annoying, seriously!—“ you kicked him, completely throwing him off the bench. neither of you caring about the students passing around campus staring at you. his nerve twitched aggressively on his forehead making you break out laughing, only for him to grab the back of your shirt and yank you down. the one thing he did easily was cup the back of your head so it wouldn’t slam against the concrete. “what the hell!” you yell, not even noticing that little gesture.
“are you on your period or something, why’re you so mean today!” he shouts, rubbing his side.
but he notices you sitting up, slapping your hands to your face as you start shaking with frustration. “I’m just studying.” you fake gag, to which he jumps back. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this exam! It’s so bad! LIKE REALLY BAD!!!” satoru sits back on his hands as he listens to your crying rant until you’re sitting across from each other eating cheap pizza.
“stop i like these,” satoru tries to slap your hand away as you pick the olives from his pizza.
“no i like them more, stop being a baby,” you huff when he grabs your wrist and eats your whole finger taking the olive. you jerk back in disgust, he’s laughing as you wipe your hand on his shirt. “disgusting.”
because it was disgusting. you never thought about satoru, other than the fact that he was an annoying parasite that you doubt will ever leave your life. people doubted your friendship. it started in middle school when the question of if you like each other first came up. you both almost threw up at even being asked that question. but eventually it turned into even more of nuance, especially with the women that whispered about satoru, people highly doubted something platonic can be around someone that beautiful. but even so, nothing changed.
even as it came to the last year of university, all you could do was focus on your studies and the growing anxiety of graduating and actually finding a job. satoru was just someone that you spent a lot of time with. that’s it.
“you have to!” your friend, noah, groans, glaring at you as you both sit in the computer lab editing your final films.
“stopppp I don’t have time for this,” you whine, crying on the table as you push her face away from you.
your other friends take their headphones off as they join the conversation. and that conversation is about your nonexistent sex life.
your head falls back on the chair, staring up at the ceiling.
“just lose it tonight.” noah grabs your hand.
you glare at her, “ya definitely with the boyfriend I don’t have?”
“with anyone!”
you frown.
“everyone does it. seriously the first is just the ice breaker then you can do it with someone you actually like. the first guy just has to be attractive,” shoko — who’s not even a film student but is just here to bother you guys — says.
you whine, covering your ears because you already know how hot your face is and this was the only way you can preserve some of your dignity. “i…I don’t wanna talk about this.” you flush even more hiding in your shirt.
“why, do you want it to be romantic with rose petals everywhere—“
“no!” you blurt. “I-i just want it with someone i can trust…I don’t want anyone seeing me naked.”
“you’re such a baby. I’ve seen you naked a billion times, you’ve got a great body!—“
“I ate a lot during thanksgiving!” you whine, “no one is gonna like that, and I don’t have pretty lingerie—“
noah goes quiet as does shoko because standing by the door is satoru, his lips between his teeth, desperately trying to stifle his laughter.
you notice their eyes and glance up.
your vein snaps the second he breaks out laughing. tears fill his eyes as he cries, it was almost painful how much he’s laughing. “shut up!” you stand up, punching him hard in the stomach.
he buckles over, gasping, but it turns into more laughing on the ground. your jaw clenches, as you grab the back of his collar and pull him along with you. “shut the fuck up!” you groan as he continues laughing.
but eventually you end up at his apartment eating his moms cookies, because she of course gave them to him to give to you.
“do you have something to drink….like alcohol or something?” you mutter, stuffing your face in the kitchen.
satoru raises a brow, “since when do you drink?”
“UGHHHHHH can I do anything anymore!”
satoru cringes. “what the fuck…” he grabs some vodka, soda and two cups. the second he pours them together you snatch it from him and chug the entire thing. you slam the cup on the table.
you stare at him.
he stares back. his brow quirks.
“have you had sex?”
your question definitely flew out of your mouth faster than you could think, but then again, it’s just satoru so who cares.
he sighs, relaxing on the stool grabbing his own cup. you watch him as he takes a long time pouring himself a drink, then watch him slowly drink it. your eyes narrow in annoyance until he meets your eyes.
“i don’t wanna talk about it.”
your nose scrunches. “so you haven’t.” you roll your eyes.
“no! I didn’t say that!” he screeches, whining even more when you shrug him off grabbing some more alcohol to empty your brain.
“everyone’s obsessed with having sex. but guess what! not all of us can do it that easy! i have—i have….” you grab your head, screaming internally as you whine. he watches in amusement, you’ve gotten drunk a couple of times and it always made you do the stupidest shit which you’d regret the very next day.
“I don’t wanna hear it—“
“whatever,” you continue drinking. the topic changing with your mood as you both start bickering again then laughing, but you’re getting even more drunk. and maybe worse than you was satoru. satoru was now thinking about what you were going to say earlier. you have what? you have…needs? expectations?….but that made him start thinking about who would be your first. would they be a nice guy or a mean guy? would you kiss him? would you let them kiss you? what if they use you? what if they break your heart? what if they hurt you…
“fuck I’m drunk,” he grumbles out loud. glancing up at you who is scrolling through your phone. “what’re you doing?”
“huh?” you look up eyes heavy before going back to your phone. “noah and me are going on a blind date tomorrow with some guys.”
“what?!” he shouts, eyes wide. “are you horny or something?! just touch yourself to that ugly ass mma dude with the scar on his mouth—don’t sell your body!”
“I’m not selling anything,” you mutter lazily, still drunk texting your friend to confirm the date. “and nothings gonna happen, I’m not that easy.” you glare at him to which he rolls his eyes, yeah yeah.
satoru was many things. truly. but spying on your date was not one of them. it was an honest coincidence that him and suguru passed by a restaurant and he noticed you sitting by the window. he didn’t even think twice before slamming his hands against the glass scaring the living shit out of you.
you and noah both scream. but the second you recognize the idiot he’s already laughing, rubbing his face on the glass as if he isn’t the one getting all the germs on him. you flip him off and bang on the glass making him jump back laughing harder.
“leave,” you groan when he comes inside standing in front of the table as suguru stands a couple feet away giving you an amused wave. “take him with you.”
“what! I wanna eat here too, is that a crime?? you don’t own the place,” he smiles at you, only for you to scrunch your face in ugly annoyance, especially because it was embarrassing for him to see you on this stupid blind date. you stand up, apologizing to the men as you grab him by the collar pulling him with you.
he coughs, “you’re choking me.”
“I’m not,” you sigh when you manage to get him outside. your lips part as you cover your face suddenly.
his eyes go wide. “woah, i was just messing around, don’t be upset—“
“is this embarrassing?” you mutter through your hands. his brow rises, eyes growing even more when he sees your eyes peak between your fingers, almost seeing the steam coming off your face. what’s with this reaction? why did you kinda look cute?
“is it embarrassing that I’m going on a blind date with randos and I’m in my senior year of college?”
“it’s more embarrassing that you’re embarrassed,” you cover your face again.
you whine, “I know! I’m so nervous, this feels so weird.” you feel so out of your comfort zone. It’s never been hard to talk to people or guys, but in a setting where it’s a date, it was so foreign. “I’m gonna die alone, satoru.”
“ya probably,” he laughs, but then you lean your head against his chest.
“don’t say that,” you mutter. “I can do this.” unbeknownst to satoru who’s suddenly realizing that you actually want to be in a relationship with someone. maybe he shouldn’t be so mean then.
he pats your head. growing even more conflicted when he squints to see the guys you’re having dinner with. you weren’t the naive type, that’s unless it came to relationships and actually engaging with the opposite sex romantically. i mean he can still remember the first time a guy hugged you back in elementary school. the way you were having fun playing jump rope during recess and some boy suddenly stood in front of you stopping the game and then hugged you out of nowhere. you started screaming and hitting him back which resulted in you standing outside the principals office and satoru laughed.
albeit you were still young then so you didn’t know that meant that boy liked you. if he was to remember something more recent then maybe the time you went to the amusement park as a group and satoru knew for a fact one of his friends liked you. and yet the entire time you were absolutely dumb as a brick. laughing and having fun with him not realizing you were basically matching his energy until he tried to lean for a kiss and you backed away stumbling into satoru. it turned into a very awkward moment and satoru’s friend saying that you were leading him on. and now you’re here saying you want a serious relationship but could never take a hint even if it slapped you in the face?
satoru takes a deep breath. patting your head by accident. you look up, eyes so bright under the moonlight that it leaves him momentarily speechless. woah.
he looks away. rather too quickly to be subtle that you lean on your tippy toes grabbing his face with your hands.
“what is it?” you’re staring into his soul.
“nothing!” he tries to pull your wrists away, but why were your hands so soft against his cheek and strong?
“you just stared at me then jerked your head away. what were you thinking??”
“nothing! I just didn’t wanna see you cry like an ugly baby again!”
“I wasn’t crying!” you whine loudly, shoving him.
“you so were.”
“no!”
“yaaa!”
that went on for a couple seconds until you gave up with a scoff. “go, you’re so annoying.”
“gladly.”
satoru turns sharply, only to look over his shoulder again, you were walking back to the restaurant, his eyes skim down your outfit. you were wearing a pretty cute skirt, something he’d rarely ever seen you wear. you were always afraid of the wind or running and your skirt lifting up so you rarely wore them. but he’s never seen this one before, it was a cute black one. he’d definitely be all over it if it wasn’t you who was wearing it. you with your surprisingly soft hands, and big doe eyes. were your thighs just as soft? would they fill his palms if he squeezes them?
his mind easily remembered the question you asked him yesterday. have you ever had sex? why’re you thinking about things like that? is that why you’re on this blind date? did you wanna fuck one of these guys? if he was thinking about how nice the skirt made your thighs look, what’s stopping those guys from thinking the same thing—
“here.”
you pause as you feel satoru tie his jacket around your waist.
“it’s not cold.”
“whatever, take it, it doesn’t match my outfit anyways.” he lies, and you shrug taking it aggressively, trying to say you’re still annoyed by him as you walk inside. that’s when satoru steps in again, grabbing your wrist gently.
“don’t drink too much.”
“okay, dad,” you scoff.
satoru mimics you before rolling his eyes. “I’m just being considerate, idiot. you’re the one that says you wanna wake up early this entire week to finish editing.” you fall silent, frowning as you pucker your lips.
“ya ya.” you give in.
however even though he told you not to drink, that didn’t stop him from worrying. especially when he was in a private karaoke suite with a bunch of hot women and suguru.
“she’s probably still out with those uglies,” satoru mutters, knee bouncing as one of the other girls gets up to sing. that’s when satoru notices she’s wearing the same skirt as you, but it’s not nearly as fitting on her as it was on you.
suguru raises the can to his lips. “if you’re so worried, call her.”
“we’re in a fight right now. she has to call me first.” he crosses his arms leaning back into the couch, legs spread wide.
“how’re you fighting?”
“we just are.”
suguru met satoru in middle school. he was also one of the kids that assumed satoru had a crush on you or was dating you. how would he know? the two of you were inseparable. but the confirmation you two weren’t dating, only opened more stupid thoughts in suguru’s head, such as: you will date in the future then. but that idea became spotty. he no longer understood your relationship especially during high school and especially in college. you were childhood friends since birth, you knew basically everything about each other, both of you swearing up and down that you can’t stand to look at the other, both of you almost throwing up (no joke) when you were put in a closet for seven minutes in heaven back in eleventh grade….and yet satoru seems to have a very specific type.
satoru arrived back at his apartment pretty late. but nonetheless as he leaned back into his bed after a nice shower he easily opened up his phone and scrolled to his messages where suguru sent him another video on x.
“fuck.”
satoru teased himself over his shorts as he watched the explicit video of a girl laying on her back, legs spread as she’s getting fingered while sucking her lover off. it was one of the many videos satoru would watch, even asking suguru to send him more videos of women that look like her. it was subconscious. the sudden spark that would ignite in him when he’d watch videos of women that look like this. he didn’t know why, but that didn’t stop him from tightening his grip on his cock as he tugged and squeezed his painful dick.
his eyes were growing heavy as he felt the arousal buildup, his fat cock desperately wanting to release but then—
BUZZ BUZZ
his breath hitched seeing your face on his screen.
why the fuck are you FaceTiming him?? he clicks decline. cheeks flush as he tries to get in the mood again, but you’re calling again. he declines. that’s when a rapid number of texts start coming one after the other. your messages were spotty. broken words, the sentences weren’t even making sense except for a couple that would say ‘answer’ or in all caps ‘HELLOOOO’ .
his blood level is spiking, cheeks flooding red seeing your stupid face on his screen again that he finally answers.
“WHAT?!”
you’re walking outside, brows pinched as you finally see his face fill your screen.
“i drank too much. and missed the last train…come, satoruu.” you’re whining and throwing a tantrum as you plead with him.
his throat bobs as he sees you squat by a bench. your neckline dipping to show a little of your cleavage and he accidentally squeezes his cock. a choked grunt escapes his lips as you frown even more. your cute face scrunching and your cheeks flushed adorably, fuck you looked completely wasted.
“why is your face all red?”
his heart stops. “it’s not.”
“your face is all flushed.”
“no. you’re just fucking drunk.”
you frown, “come get me, please please pleaseee”
….fucking idiot.
your eyes light up as you see the familiar motorcycle pull up. you bounce up to your feet, with a huge smile as the rain pours down, you were using his jacket as a cover as you run over to him. “satoru!” you cry, hugging him tight as he pats your back, annoyed.
it took almost an hour for him to find you because you had no idea where you were. he couldn’t even go to the restaurant because you all went to another bar, but you weren’t paying attention to the name when you walked in and after you all walked by the water before everyone went their separate ways. so satoru was driving around the entire city, growing annoyed by each passing second, especially when your phone died and it started raining.
“what happened to that fucking portable charger you used with my money?”
“i lent it to noah,” you lean against his leg as thunder starts cracking above pouring even more. you definitely were wearing the worst outfit for the rain. your skirt was dripping wet, stinking to your thighs, and as for the baby blue blouse that was tied with two dingy strings in the back, well it was sticking to your very full chest so that he could see your black bra so easily through the thin material.
his cheeks went hot.
“get on,” he pulls the extra helmet out from the seat handing it to you. it fit perfectly, considering that when he bought the motorcycle he also bought two helmets. one for him and one for you.
you’re a little unsteady, his hand holding your arm as you slip his jacket on, and climb behind him. your stomach growling. “im hungry.”
“shut up.”
he makes sure your arms are secure around his torso. “don’t let go.”
“obviously.” you huff, squeezing tighter as you come closer to him, he can feel you shivering behind him as more rain pours down. he’s silent as he starts his engine again his hand giving yours a squeeze. in response you squeeze back, signaling that you’re ready.
the city was still awake as you drove. your eyes bright under the mask as you looked at the lights. your mind so in the clouds that you didn’t even regret drinking so much, even though it was still pouring, you felt so alive. you were so lost in your head that you even pushed back that feeling you felt earlier. especially after what happened at the bar…
“are you okay?” satoru yells as he feels you squeeze him a little tighter,
you hum, before realizing that he can’t hear you. “ya!” your sing song voice has him laughing, driving just a little faster. he didn’t think about the satisfying feeling that stirred inside him when you pressed yourself fully against his back. your thighs squeezed the seat, as you came closer to him, moving your arms from his torso to stretch your arms out.
satoru was quick to grab your arm and put it back around his torso, gripping your wrist tight:
“idiot!”
you laugh as he drives faster the rain was lighting up, no longer pouring like before. you yell for him to go faster and he does just a little almost running a red light before stopping at the next one. this gave him the chance to look over his shoulder.
“i told you not to move.”
“i was stretching, idiot.”
he tsks, “same thing.” your arms wrap around his torso fully as you press your chest against his shoulder blades, whining in the helmet. “don’t fucking cry.”
“im not crying. my clothes are all soaked because of the seat and my panties are wet too now!”
what the fuck?! satoru mentally screams, are you dumb? you can’t say things like that to him. he’s still a man at the end of the day. asking him about sex, wearing a short skirt. you’re you! the stupid idiot that’s been stuck by his side since practically ever. but now there is an explicit image in his head of your panties being soaked to transparency. were they black like your bra. what if they’re blue like your blouse? and now they’re so wet from the rain and sitting on his seat that it’s stuck to your folds—
“s-shut up!” he stammers, so hyperaware of your proximity that he feels his lower stomach burning up. your legs were all wet and your thighs were pressing into his side.
satoru wanted to drive faster to finally get you away from him, but he was also aware of your safety.
“finally!” you sigh, arms in the air as he parks his motorcycle in front of his high end apartment complex. “help me.”
satoru sighs, taking off his helmet and turning in the seat to help you. your leg casually moves on his thigh as he tilts your chin up, undoing the clip. he can feel your eyes on him under the mask, but his own mistakenly drift down to your skirt which was lifted high up your thigh revealing a glimpse of your very soaked panties.
you take the helmet off. your eyes blinking as satoru remains sitting, turning away from you. “let’s go inside, I’m hungry.” you move off the bike as satoru still remains seated ,his hand covering his face. your brow quirks. “satoru.” you move to touch his shoulder when he grabs your wrist. your eyes wide. “woah, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
he lets go, grabbing his helmet and going inside.
sometimes he thanks god that there is no such thing as mind readers. because if their was one, he’d definitely be labeled as a fucking pervert. the image of your panties was imprinted in the front of his brain as he replayed that image over and over. have you ever had sex? your stupid question sent him into a spiral. who’s gonna be the one to see your panties? were they gonna treat you well? would he treat you well? would they peal your panties to the side and see your wet glistening pussy—
“satoru, go make some ramen,” you push him into the kitchen. your arms stretching above your head as you groan. “i had such a long day. I’ll need to get up early tomorrow too. I don’t think i can.”
the way you were talking sounds like you’ve sobered up some more. you were still pretty hyper and in a good mood, which he found interesting. that’s when he finally asked about your date.
“oh it was good. he’s an architecture major. they’re always doing projects and their classes are just as long as my film classes,” satoru hums. “oh i should call my mom. i told her I’d tell her when I’m home.”
satoru doesn’t even respond because you’re stupid date is now on his mind. did you tell him about your projects too? but you usually brainstorm with him. you probably didn’t. you don’t know how to talk to guys anyways. but you still looked to be in a good mood. satoru poured the ramen into two bowls as he dropped a hard boiled egg in each. “here you go.”
he places your bowl in front of you. he glances up and his heart nearly stops.
your eyes are wide as you stare at his phone screen and he knew exactly what you were looking at because he could hear it. the lewd sounds of some girl choking on a guys cock and the squelching of her pussy as she’s getting finger-fucked to tears, even the clap of his palm hitting her pussy rang in his ears and made him see bright pink—
“christ, y/n!” satoru yanks his phone from your grasp as he x’s out. his ears were bright red. as he feels his face unbelievably flushed. “what the hell.”
satoru can’t even bare to look up to see your face and wait to hear your loud laugh. but he still does. his eyes go wide.
you’re not laughing. your eyes were down as you stared at your lap and your hands balled into fists around your wet skirt. you looked like the most flustered person in the world. satoru felt another wave of pink wash his face as he stared at you’re flustered face. he can’t remember ever seeing that reaction from you.
“sorry.” you finally mutter. “i was just gonna text my mom. but i opened and um…yea.”
satoru felt even more embarrassed just hearing you explain and apologize.
“it’s fine. just eat.”
he shoves your bowl closer to you as he also starts shoving his face. you awkwardly take the chopsticks and start eating. the sound of your slurping echos in the living room which made your mind wander back to what just happened and the tension only grew. satoru grabbed the remote and turned on the most random show you both have seen before just to fill the awkward silence.
you felt so sober. like the video snapped you back to sanity that even you could process what you’d seen.
“do you watch porn a lot?”
satoru chokes. he coughs violently, glancing at you. “shut up.”
“it’s just a question.” you huff.
satoru keeps his eyes on the tv, “it’s a stupid fucking question.”
“you didn’t even bother swiping out, kinda makes it seem like you watch it a lot.”
“I don’t!” satoru’s face is bright red, almost flaring so bright he might catch on fire. you feel overwhelmed seeing him like this, especially when he runs a hand through his hair almost pulling at it.
but a few more minutes pass. after you finish your food. the next episode playing, and you open your mouth again.
“she kinda looks like me..”
“huh?”
“the girl in the video kinda looks like me.”
satoru snickers, loudly. you narrow your eyes. “no she doesn’t.”
“ya she does, her hair is the same and she’s the same size as me too-“
satoru rolls his eyes shaking his head, what kind of assumption even is that? “her boobs are much bigger than yours.”
“they literally aren’t!”
“oh ya? then prove it!”
“fine!”
it seems that both of you have lost some brain cells, because your arms are pulling at the wet strings of your blouse, tossing it off, leaving you in your tight skimpy black bra. satoru swallows thickly as he feels his cheeks flush again. your skin was damp, and your chest was heaving slightly from the fueled fight.
“same size.”
satoru leans his chin in his hand. eyes looking at your chest. “I can’t see.”
fuck, he really is a pervert. it’s you for crying out loud. just yell at him and call him a fucking weirdo. but instead you’re grumbling and moving your arms behind your back, unclasping the material until your bra is landing on your lap letting your full tits hang out. satoru’s hand envelopes his chin and mouth as he stares. your nipples were pretty, his mouth salivating as they turned hard.
“now you can’t say anything.” you feel warm. you want to cover yourself, but he was staring so hard, he’s never stared this hard before. and at you nonetheless. it was making you feel warm all over.
satoru rubs his chin, his chest was hammering as he felt so fucking confused. you look so fucking hot, and your eyes were not looking away from him.
“satoru?”
“hmm?”
“admit it.”
he grins, “admit what?”
“that the girl looks like me.”
“what girl?”
“the one in the video!” you slap his chest, and he’d slap you back if he didn’t catch the way your boobs bounced slightly from the action.
he leaned forward, hand placed in front as his hand moves to your tit. “the girl in the video doesn’t have this.” his thumb brushes a small mole under your nipple, one that he’s never seen before.
you hold his wrist, confused. you’re always confused, but never about satoru. no he was the only thing you’re ever sure about. you knew everything about him, seriously everything. but you don’t know about his sex life, or that he watches porn, or what kind of face he’s making right now…you didn’t want to admit it, but you liked not knowing something about him.
“what?” your head tilts, wet hair swaying that satoru can’t help but smile nervously.
“you have a couple moles here,” he’s staring up at you. still leaning against his arm. his eyes fall down to your perky tits. “let me…” his words are stopped by his own actions. his lips wrapping around your nipple sucking gently.
you gasp in shock, hand falling behind you as the other touches his shoulder. his lips suck like a greedy baby until it feels like he’s kissing you and swirling his tongue around the bud. “s-satoru…” you gasp in pleasure. “what’re you doing?” your fist tightens on his shirt.
he’s not drunk. but his head is filled with heat, his lips can’t stop attacking your boobs. fuck he loved hearing your little gasp, and sucking your nipple was making him so fucking turned on. he wanted more.
you whine under your breath, gently pushing his shoulder back away from your chest until his lips unattach, leaving a string of spit connecting his lower lip and your nipple. “you’re being weird.” you’re slightly out of breath, especially when you’re staring down at your best friend, his face completely flushed and his eyes darker than usual. “it’s not fair that you’re seeing me like this.”
“you’re the one who wanted to compare,” satoru snickers, sitting up. “are you embarrassed?”
“no.” you frown, moving to cover your tits up but he moves to grab your chin, his thumb caressing your cheek unexpectedly.
“we didn’t finish comparing?”
you raise a brow, only to feel satoru moves his arms around your waist pulling you forward letting you fall back, catching yourself with your arms. “wait, what’re you—satoru!”
fuck. his eyes were big, staring between your spread legs. your panties were still wet and completely transparent that he felt himself grow more pre-cum into his boxers.
“I’m surprised you didn’t wanna change,” he’s almost mumbling, dragging his hands across your thighs, squeezing the flesh making you flush deep. you move a hand to his shoulder again, especially when he leans down, kissing your sternum. it was surreal hearing the sounds of his lips leave wet kisses across your breasts. your legs were spreading unconsciously the more he leaned down, his hand rubbing your thighs.
“you never wear low tops, is it because of your tits?” he laughs against your skin, making your cheeks hot.
“you’re not being fair,” you push him back, sitting up.
he frowns, “what?”
once you’re sat, your hand moves down under his shirt. you immediately feel his abs, your cheeks grow warm as you caresses his skin. “do you jerk off a lot?”
his head falls back. “quit asking about that.”
“why?”
“because I don’t wanna tell you.”
“but why?”
“because!”
“because why?!”
“because it’s fucking nasty, you don’t need to hear it!”
your eyes narrow. his cheeks are red and his own brows are creased together. you lean forward, hand going up his chest, until it rests on his sternum. “you never talk about sex….are you a prude or something?”
his jaw clenches, swallowing thickly as he feels your hand push his shirt up, helping him take it off. seeing your satoru so flustered was making you jittery. since when was he so cute and fucking hot. his body was definitely bigger than the average guy. was he always this big? i mean you were taller when you were younger but he basically hit the ceiling in eighth grade and just got taller since. but for some reason you didn’t notice him building so much muscle. “did you get bigger?”
his eyes stare at every move you’re doing. “ya I guess,” he took up mma earlier this year too for no apparent reason. “you like?”
you hum, “it’s hot.” you eye his firm abs, your legs squeezing together as you watch the way his stomach flexes, your finger circling his nipple.
“shit.” your lips connect with his nipple, sucking gently making him jump. you hum around him in pleasure as he lets you suck for a couple seconds before pulling you off. his face beat red, holding your shoulder back. “what’re you doing??”
“I’m just doing what you did?”
were you really clueless?
“you…” he feels so flustered, the way your cute lips wrapped around his nipple, arching over him as you sucked. “i can only do that.”
“why? i liked it, so i did it to you??” you were annoyed with him. why is he being so confusing? “what—hey!”
his hand covers your eyes because he couldn’t handle the way you’re staring up at him topless and dumb brained. “stop talking.”
“what’re you—“ his lips brush yours, hesitating for a second before kissing you.
you’re frozen, lips part as he continues kissing you. “kiss me back.” he whispers. you feel like burning through your skin as you kiss him back. his hand still over your eyes as he kisses your bottom lip, sucking it, only for you to hold his wrist . fuck you’re so submissive.
you pull away, lips wet as you remove his hand. his eyes flick down to your chest as you stare up at him.
“how was it?”
your cheeks are so cute and full, and he almost has to bite his tongue when you lean forward and hold his face. “another one.”
ah fuck. his lips crash into yours again. it was messier this time. your lips felt so inexperienced against his, but feeling your tongue try and play with him and follow his lead had him yearning for more. you’re so cute. his hand moves to grab your boob again, squeezing it in his palm as you whine, hand moving up to grab his fluffy hair. “ach…toru,” you pant, catching your breath. “I like kissing.”
“i bet.”
you’re still panting, lips grazing his again as you move closer to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “have you kissed anyone before?”
why’re you asking him these questions?!
“it doesn’t matter.”
you’re so drunk off his lips that you kiss him again and again. his arms move to wrap around you, hoisting you on his lap as you pant, hands holding his cheeks as he feels your ass. his mind was going crazy as his palms groped you. your cheeks were so soft as he kneaded the flesh.
you wanted more….why have you never experienced this before? and satoru was here the whole time. if you knew he would be here you should’ve brought it up sooner. wait…what’re you thinking? should you be doing this? this isn’t something you should do with him—
“satoru,” your arms wrap around his shoulders, face hot as you press yourself against his chest. dodging his lips so it connects with your cheek.
he groans, the deep low rumble making you flush. “don’t turn away from me.” he huffs, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together.
you squirm, hitting his forearm as you shake your head, but he just laughs. “stoph hit.” he laughs even more as you talk with your cheeks squished until you start pulling his hair, hard.
“ack!” he winces as you tug harshly making him loosen his grip on your face and reach for his head. you’re laughing, until you feel something hard between your legs.
your face bursts with heat as you freeze. satoru grunts, yanking your wrist from his hair. he then notices your tense body, your eyes looking down at your seat. he immediately realizes what’s going on and feels more heat rush to his head. “are you gonna do something?”
your words had him staring at you with wide eyes. “oh um ya.”
he does a cautious roll of his hips, pushing his bulge against your wet panties, the feeling wasn’t foreign. you’ve touched yourself more than once, but it definitely was different. you had more of a reaction, especially as you smelled his aroma. you’ve never been affected by his scent till now. you remember all through middle school when you’d both finish soccer practice, but satoru reeked like no other. especially when he’d come back from jujutsu practice in high school and would purposely bother you. however seeing his face so flush now, and the small beads of sweats sent a new kind of pleasure flooding between your legs.
“can you take your pants off?”
his throat bobs as he hums lifting his hips up as you move to sit next to him watching him shuffle out of his cargo pants. your eyes focused on the prominent outline of his dick through his boxers. he turns back after discarding the annoying material, his breath catches.
you looked so flustered.
his mind was recalibrating. is this a good idea? will this ruin your friendship?
“I’ll take mine off too.” you mutter, only for satoru to almost faint. his hand stretching out to hold your wrist. you glance up, and he immediately realizes how confusing this ordeal is and he doesn’t care. his lips attack yours again. the moan that comes from the back of your throat has him groaning. he cradles your head, tongue playing with yours as you whine, touching his chest as you feel his muscles under your palm. it was electric, the chills that broke across your body as the sudden pulse between your legs the more satoru’s hands squeezed and caressed.
“spread your legs.”
you obey so easily you’re immediately embarrassed. cheeks hot as you stare up at satoru as he licks his lips. your hands fall on your chest, tummy warm as he trails his palm down until his finger plays with the waistband of your panties.
he glances up. “why didn’t you wear any shorts?”
“they were in the laundry…” you flush. satoru hums, still fiddling with your panties, the tension rising even more. you moved to close your legs, but he pushes his body between them, preventing you from achieving your goal. his arm wraps around one of your legs, hoisting it up on his shoulder and kissing your calf.
why the fuck?! your skin broke into a hot mess, eyes dizzy as his thumb caressed your clothed pussy, as he left kisses up your legs. his thumb pushing your transparent panties between your wet folds, smiling at the squeak you let out once he found your clit. “ya look so dumb.” he laughs, making you huff — you cover your face, but his hand reflectively catches your wrist pulling it down.
“you just made fun of me.”
“it was a joke.” he sighs, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “i was just joking, idiot.”
you scoff, moving your hand to grab his hair until he catches it again. your brows pinch in annoyance. why is he suddenly using his strength against you? he’s never like that. satoru liked being messed with, and now that you’re thinking about it, he’s manhandled you a couple times without you even noticing. but why are you suddenly aware of it now?
satoru’s eyes narrow once you turn your face away, closing your eyes. “what the hell?”
“what?”
“why’re you looking away?”
“your face is ugly.”
he scoffs, “so why am I staring at you?”
“cuz im not ugly.”
he laughs loud. “as if.” he notices the vein popping in your head. “lemme see that ugly face.”
his hand grabs your face, once again, forcing you to look at him against your will, your eyes remained shut, so he decided to lean even closer, and lick your eye.
“ew, satoru!” your eyes blink open as you try to wipe your eye, but satoru can only lick your cheek then. even spitting. “what the hell?!” you whine as he continues to litter your face with his salvia. the licks turn into very wet kisses as he licks your ear and cheek, biting your bottom lip and running his tongue over it. you’re initial disgust oddly and quickly, morphes into surprising pleasure. your nails scratching his undercut, dragging them to his damp curls as he grunts in pleasure.
his hips start to rock into you again, it felt even better without his pants. he felt like a dog, so desperate for relief, but also finding more pleasure in the slow burn of it.
“you’re so disgusting,” you sigh into his lips.
his lips curl, “fine by me.” his tongue laps at your lips dramatically, making you flush because you weren’t disgusted by it. “not gonna push me off?” he chuckles.
“no,” you sigh, holding his neck as you pull him to your lips again. your tongue sticks out as he smiles, licking yours as he lets a small amount of spit go into your mouth. you tug his hair, but not in the usual way.
his judgement now completely clouded, he suddenly pushes his body up and grabs your legs easily. your lower half is on his lap giving him easy access to bury his face between your legs.
you gasp, back arching in surprise. “satoru!” you cry, eyes wide as he pushes your panties to the side, kissing your folds. what the fuck is this look? he looked completely hypnotized. eyes drunk as his tongue pushed between your folds, licking a bold strip up to your clit, making your whole body shudder.
“did ya learn this from p-porn?” you gasp, pushing his hair back as he moans into your pussy. your arousal fills his tastebuds as he slurps more.
“stop asking about that.” he groans, especially when you start tugging his hair, but instead of his usual annoyed face, his eyes flutter shut, the tugging egging him on. “taste so good.” he moans, pushing his tongue into your pussy hole as his nails dig into your thighs. the sounds of his lips against your pussy were lewd. your eyes fluttering shut as you felt something inside you. your pussy was drenched, the sweet taste of your arousal coating satoru’s tongue filling his head. his best friend tastes like heaven!
“sa-ah-toru—more, ungh ngh more,” you whine, tugging his hair harder as you buck your hips to meet his lips, eyes hazy as you gasp, moans getting a little more high pitched as satoru sucks your clit into his mouth. he was being greedy, hearing you cry out loudly, pulling his hair hard until you cum.
your legs shake as you press his face against your pussy, feeling him groan, not realizing he was looking at you the entire time until you’re pushing his head back.
“fuck, you’re mean,” he groans rubbing his head from the harsh tugging. your chest is heaving as you stare up at the ceiling. you’ve never cum that hard when you touched yourself. “y/n?”
satoru moves into your line of vision. his face flushed as he stares down at you. his mouth and chin covered in your juices making your pussy clench. fuck his dick really hurts. your hand reaches up, and satoru leans down licking your palm as you wipe the mess off his face. “you’re such a dog,” you tsk. his eyes lighting up as he leans down, kissing your neck.
“but you’re the one being such a good girl,” his words sent a red hot blaze pierce through your veins.
your hand moves to your face covering your mouth as you look away. “s-shut up, dog.”
satoru’s eyes go dark, you were so fucking hot. his arms easily lift your legs up, pulling your skirt and panties off, tossing them aside. you glance up, heart beating rapidly, he was pushing his boxers down—
what the fuck.
s-satoru was big.
fuck, why was he so big?? your tummy felt hot as you reach for his neck. “sat—“ his tongue pushes into your lips, swallowing your words as he pumps his cock, wincing slightly as he drags his tip between your folds making you gasp.
“wrap your arms around me.”
his command was easily obeyed, and in seconds, his arm wraps under your ass lifting you both up. you press your cheek to his as you pant. “he really is strong”.
“i know,” he laughs, making you speechless at the cockiness. fuck he really is a dick. satoru is kissing you nonstop. eyes open as he makes his way to his bathroom, leaning you on the counter, arm still around your waist as he rummages through the cabinet and ripping open the condom box. it was messy. he falls back on the ground where your clothes are and rips the condom open.
“you’re so fucking wet,” he points pushing his tip inside without warning. he’s kneeling with spread legs, holding your thigh and lower back angling your hips up. this was unlike anything ever.
your throat is dry, full of shocked gasps and surprised moans. “w-wait…” your lashes flutter, chest heaving as you stare up at your best friend. “you wanna have sex with me?”
satoru snorts, nails digging into your flesh as he leans over, bending you up so he can be up in your space. “i know you’re slow, dummy.” he bites your cheek. “but we’re both naked right now. I just sucked on your fat tits, and my dick is really fucking hard because of you so ya, we’re gonna have sex.”
“ookay.”
satoru melts.
he buries his face in your neck. your heart beating quicker as he turns his face to your neck as you feel his lips move. “one word?”
“ya. I wanna do it.” satoru trails his lips to your ear. his breath was hot and heavy especially with his annoying dick poking its tip on your clit.
“do you wanna do it with me?”
you can’t pinpoint the reason your heart skipped a beat. but you hum to his question. “please.” you roughly tug his hair up, a groan escapes his lips as he sits up, grabbing your thigh and dragging his cock between your folds. his eyes are laser focused on the first stretch of your hole, pushing his pink tip inside.
you squirm, head turning at the painful stretch. satoru however groans in absolute pleasure, your soft walls squeezing him so beautifully. “fuck you’re amazing.” your tits heave, hand holding his wrist as he drags his cock out and back in. your body feels hot as satoru starts fucking his hips faster, the pace picking up making your body squirm as you whimper.
“s…slow—slow please—“ you reach for his bicep, eyes wide as you feel the stretch sting, a shock running up your spine.
“you’ve never liked anything slow before,” his devilish smile makes you dizzy. you knew satoru was a cocky bastard, but seeing him like this was making your mind cloudy. but he still slides his hand below to the dimple of your lower back, smiling the second he pressed into it making your back arch like a button. “ha good girl.”
“satoru!” you moan out as you feel him slide deeper, his words were mean, like always, but his touch was gentle and intimate.
how else would he handle you? he wasn’t even conscious of it, because he always handled you with care. your soft skin like smooth glass, your whimpers like soft melodies — he wanted to hear you more clearly, his best friend that sounds so fucking hot whimpering and crying because of him. he leaned back lifting your legs up as he kissed your inner knee, pressing his cheek against your leg as he watched the drag of his fat cock disappear into his childhood friends pussy.
your eyes were big and full of bliss as he thrusted into you. your pussy sucking him in with each clap, as he groans. fuck you were beautiful to look at. you pussy crying as he hammered himself deeper into you, his mind going hazy as he saw another side of you. one so intimate it was only fitting for him to see.
“ngh ugh, wha-toru, I’m gonna c-cum!” a sudden glint shot in his eyes, your moans making his stomach flip with excitement as he smiled so big you crashed out.
“s-shit!” he swore loudly— you cried, squeezing him to death as you shook with pleasure. satoru released the coil he was holding back, filling the condom with his hot seed. “didn’t think you’d cum that fast.” he chuckled, pulling out and wrapping the condom and tossing it to the side. you were panting, but you felt his arm lift your legs up, staring down at your messy hole.
he slid your body to the side, it was embarrassing how easy he handles your body. you were a heaving mess, not realizing he was rubbing his raw cock between your folds again. until he grunts a gentle… “take it again.”
your hand shoots out grabbing his forearm, your nails digging into his skin as you gasp, cheeks flush as you look up at him and your breath fucking catches. his cheeks were just as flushed, his chest sweaty and hair pushed back as he gripped your thighs, with one single muscular arm, keeping your legs together and to the side as he kept his own big thighs spread apart as he pressed his still erect dick against you. has he always been this hot?
“you wanna take it again, right?” satoru rests his cheek against your legs, hugging them close like you were the most precious thing in the world.
“h-how can you go again?” you pant, still holding his arm as you glance away from him. suddenly feeling embarrassed by his unwavering gaze.
satoru slides his engorged tip past your folds, rubbing his pre-cum with your slick. “because i thought about being inside you again…” his jaw clenches as pushes in feeling you squirm again. “and ngh fuck it made me wanna fuck you again. feel you clench around me raw.”
you choke as he slides deeper than before. “I wanna see ugh if i can put it-it all in this time—fuck!” satoru throws his head back as he pushes in your tight fucking pussy. keeping your legs together like this was making you even tighter and it felt so delicious.
“y-you put it in before—“
“not all of it, pretty.”
even though your childhood friend’s dick is currently inside you, pulsing and stretching you out in ways you couldn’t even imagine, the thing that made your skin break into a hot mess was hearing that one silly nickname. “shit, you’re squeezing me to death, pretty girl,” satoru chokes as you clench around him again. “fuck.”
you’re burying your face to the side, face hot as satoru grips your legs, abs clenching as he feels your gummy walls tighten around him. “s-shut up.”
his eyes flick over to your turned face. “wh-what?” his jaw is clenched as he grunts again, jamming his cock deeper making you claw at your shirt on the floor. “fuck-you’re fucking tight, baby.”
your hand goes up to his face, covering his mouth as you squeeze around him again and that’s when the realization dawns on his flushed face.
you feel a devilish smile form under your hand which drops when he pulls out, grabbing your legs and hoisting them up. he slides his entire length in causing your arm to fall. he grabs your wrist, swearing with a smile as he pants. “what is it, pretty?”
“d-don’t!” your eyes flutter , as you try to turn your face again but his grip on your wrist was tight as he pulls out, glancing down at the slick that fully coats the base of his throbbing cock, and pushing it back inside you hearing the squelch. he starts to pick up an even pace that sends shocks of pleasure through your body.
“ah fuck, you’re such an idiot,” satoru grunts, leaning down as he fucks you harder, the claps of his thighs meeting your ass made your head spin. his hand slid to hold your cheek the drool coating his palm as he turned your face over. “ah..aha ya that’s it.” he felt your hot breath fan right on his face as he stared at how pretty you are letting him fuck you. and you were getting soo turned on by silly nicknames, your pussy felt even sweeter. “cmon, praise me too. ngh tell me how much ya like it, baby.”
“i-i like it,” you gasp, whining when he pushed one leg down and holding one up to his chest fucking you deep. “angh tor-u fuck I like it—I like it!—you’re dick is fucking me so good! angh so big—“
you can’t even register the fact that you’re climaxing until you were gasping in his kisses. “you’re so hot when you cum, pretty girl.” your thighs clench together as he drools in your kiss until you’re meeting his same energy and force. his kisses were so messy and mean, like you were going to disappear, but his hand cradled the back of your head like his most precious thing. you whine in his mouth, hand going to wrap around his shoulders. “easy,” he sighs, once again handling you gently as he turns you around, kissing your shoulder as he keeps a secure arm around your waist, right under your tits.
“j-just tell me to turn,” you heave, chest rising and falling as you come down from the previous orgasms. you feel satoru smile as he rests his cheek on your shoulder looking up at you as you glance down.
“but you’re just my dumb pretty girl. I haveta do everything for ya. ain’t that right?” you glare at him, of course he’s still a fucking smartass. but still it makes your cheeks hot and your eyes roll. “no comeback?”
“you want me to say something?”
satoru smiles, kneeing your legs apart as he presses his leaky dick against your pussy. “my name wouldn’t be bad..,.angh haha there we go, you’re so sensitive,” he chuckles feeling your pussy flutter against his tip.
your arm holds his as you squirm. “fuck, angh why are you so big?”
“you almost sound like you’re complaining?”
you whine as he pushes in again, the stretch was fucking thrilling, “because I amm!”
“ah!” you yell, the spank to your clit pulsing. “what the fuck!” you glare at him, and he breaks into a laugh as he kisses your neck, his tongue running in circles as he pushes his painfully hard cock even deeper, groaning as he slaps your clit again to be even more mean.
“ahh!” you cry, nails digging into the forearm under your tits. your pussy was twitching like crazy, gripping him much tighter than before, clearly sensitive from the abuse he was giving your poor swollen clit. “s-satoru, stop hitting it.”
“holy fuck, you feel like heaven,” he continues to play with your clit no longer slapping it, but rubbing harsh circles and occasionally pinching it to invoke a deathly squeeze that left his entire body shaking from the edging.
your eyes begin to cross as he starts going faster again, his pace was always building up, but he was going for much longer than you were expecting. his arm moved up, grabbing a handful of your tits as he scratched and twisted your nipple making you cry, head falling back on his shoulder.
“just like that, babygirl,” he laughed, bouncing you on his dick as you grow dumber by the second. “my dumb baby! fuck your pussy is so good!” your juices coat his thighs and balls, it was so cute how much of a mess you were making.
your head is spinning at the relief and pleasure coursing through your veins.
“ngh fuck, toru, you’re so big, faster—pleaseplease…nghh ha ha!” you were absolutely delirious.
satoru was fucking pussy whipped, his cock hurt with the edging he was doing, slowling the pace when he’d feel himself about to cum, then picking it up again to make you cum on his dick. he was selfish. very much so that he needed you on every level, including this, and he didn’t even realize how starved he was until he got a taste of you.
“scream my name, shit—I’m gonna cum, fuck wanna fill you up!” satoru’s deep grunts and moans was fucking hypnotizing,
your insides tightening, stomach clenching as you cry, turning your face to kiss him. it was messy, and barely a kiss as you moaned into his mouth, tears running down your face as you felt his fat cock start to twitch and grow inside you, every vein sliding against your walls as he holds you up with his strong arm.
“come on—cmon hngh cum with me,” satoru was shaking as he held you unbelievably close fucking his hips even harsher and faster the clapping filled your ears until he started groaning loudly.
“satoru!”
he couldn’t even register what happened.
the relief that burst in white ropes filled his soul. his drawn out groan became hiccups as he groaned with each thrust into your tight fucking pussy, feeling more ropes of his hot white cum spill into your tight walls, his cock engulfed by sticky warmth as you shook.
“fuck me,” his presses his face into your neck as he shakes, his balls tightening as you squeeze around him. “shit, too much.” he whimpers. only to realize how limp your body is. “baby?” his arms relax around you, only for you to fall back into his chest, “shit.” he holds you up, his hand coming up to your face, slapping your cheek lightly trying to wake you back up. “open your eyes,” he continues slapping you until you’re blinking. “there we go.”
“wha—ah,” you jump at the sticky mess. your insides making you squeeze around him as satoru held your face to the side looking at him. “what happened?”
“you passed out is what,” he looked angry. your lips frown. “did you feel me cumming inside ya?”
your face burns. “what the hell?!”
“did you??”
“shut up, oh my god,” you groan, flustered by the question. but he doesn’t stop, instead he lifts you off him, his soft cock sliding out as more cum oozes out of your hole, but instead of placing you down, he keeps you up, arm hooked under your legs, as his free hand cups your pussy, shoving two fingers deep inside.
“wait!” you cry, shaking as satoru starts fingering his cum back inside, making you cry out. “I said wait! I can’t—satoru,” you cry out, nails digging into his arm as you feel him press his thumb against your clit until you’re shaking with pleasure.
“fucking dumped so much cum in you and you weren’t even conscious for it,” satoru grunts, he really sounded annoyed, but you didn’t care, because you were coming undone, legs shaking as you suddenly felt a new feeling start to come over you.
“sa—toru—wait wait!—angh!” you’re entire body shakes, as your pussy squirts aggressively. satoru’s eyes grow wide, hand drenched. “what the fuck,” you cry, covering your face as satoru puts you down, rubbing your pussy gently.
“fuck you,” you slap his arm hard. your chest heaving and your legs shaking, as you keep them closed.
“you just squirted.”
“ew shut up,” you’re beyond embarrassed. that’s not a flex. you just made a mess! but your best friend didn’t look upset, especially as he loomed over you, his eyes looking over every inch of your body. his hand coming up to rub your belly. “you better only do that for me.”
“weirdo,” you cover your chest but he pushes your arms open, hand gropping your boobs. “you really like my boobs?”
“hmm.”
satoru leans down, tongue falling open to suck on your tits again. “if only there was milk.”
“the fuck! oh my god,” you slap his head, making him laugh, but continues sucking. his hips roll slightly, put you manage to reach a hand down to grab his semi hard cock, he moans around your nipple. his cock was sticky but you didn’t mind, it made you blush just holding it, you were holding your best friends dick and he was moaning. you whine as satoru sinks his teeth into your nipple as you squeeze his tip, thumb pressing on his slit as you pump it. his fingers slide back to your pussy, playing with your fat lips and then your bundle, his fingers getting coated in his cum.
after a few seconds satoru pulled his lips away, a long string of spit fell as he sat up, moving your hand as he aggressively pumped his dick in front of your face.
you were mesmerized. his face was red as he shook like crazy, his abs were clenched, every muscle of his body flexing, his thighs were apart and you could see his heavy balls shake, he was completely overstimulated, was he going to come on your face? your boobs? please you wanted a taste. but instead he pushed your legs open—
“wait no—Im too full! angh!!”
satoru slammed his cock back inside your pussy and came right there. his cock bursting cum as you cried, closing your knees together squeezing him as you felt his cum fill your tummy up. satoru fell on top of you, his body shaking as he buried his face in your neck. his body jumping more cum into you as he whimpered.
“you’re so warm, did you feel me cum?”
“mhm,” you sniffle, the warmth inside you sent flutters around your head. you loved it. his cock inside you, his cum filling your insides, how selfish he was being. “do you like it when girls feel your cum?”
satoru rolls off you, his hand sliding down to hold his oozing cock, as you roll to your side when he ignores you. “satoruuuuu.”
“what?”
“how many girls have you cum in?” satoru covers his face with his arm. you sit up, leaning over his body. “why’re you ignoring me?”
“because it doesn’t matter.”
“but why?” you frown. “was I not good? I literally took so much of your cum!” satoru’s face goes bright red. “you never talk to me about your sex life-“
“because I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable!” he tries to turn away but you press both arms down on his chest, moving to sit on top of him, fighting to push his arms away. but it was useless, so you move your face under his arm, tongue licking his lips making him squirm, and finally releasing his arm so you were kissing him. all wet and messy just like you like it. “why do you care about my sex life?”
you look down at him, his eyes trying to find answers in yours. “because…i don’t know anything about it.”
“so?”
you frown. “do you not wanna know about my sex life?”
satoru smirks. “i already know this is your first time. you have nice tits and a tight pussy. you like it when i bite your nipples. you also get turned on when i spit—“
“stop,” you cover his mouth, face so hot. “w-well, why do you get to know everything?”
“because you’re my best friend.” he smiles, leaning up, hand wrapping around your neck and pulling you to his lips. you whine, kissing him deeply as you press your hand to his chest. why is your best friend so skilled?
“I want to know everything about you, too,” you mutter. “i wanna know why you watch porn. why you don’t talk about sex? I’m not stupid—“
“I’ve only had sex a few times. barely,” he groans. “I stopped because it’s not fun. and it’s your fault.”
“what!!” you jump back.
“every time i realize the girls don’t have hair like yours, or boobs like yours…I get turned off…happy?”
your stomach is flipping as you look at your best friend. his face is red and his eyes are darting everywhere else.
“say something,”
“don’t ever say that with a straight face. you’re so fucking weird.” you’re burying your face in your hands. “that’s not even a real answer.”
“whatever,” he squeezes your waist. “you’re just jealous I’m more skilled than you.”
“what? you came just as fast as i did the first round.” you glare at him.
satoru licks his teeth leaning back on his palms, his head cocked to the side. it was almost a crime how hot he looked right now. “at least I didnt squirt all over my friends carpet.”
your face bursts to flames as you slap his chest. “what the fuck!” you’re so embarrassed, moving to get off him, but he only holds you down.
“I’m kidding! It’s a joke—“
“it’s not funny,” you squirm in his grip. why is he so strong?!
“I like that your pussy gushed for me,” he kisses your hot cheek. “it’s hot. I definitely hit the jackpot.” his lips kiss your neck repeatedly, as you heart beats a little faster.
the reality of what just happened was a process. your mind not even fully realizing what you’d just done even as after you took turns showering, or when satoru tossed your clothes in the washing machine, or when you laid on his bed as he brushed his teeth, or when he crawled behind you, pressing himself into your back.
“we should probably talk some more in the morning.” his low voice sent shivers down your spine as you hum. “just tell me now if you’re happy your first was with me.”
your heart thumps a little louder, almost afraid he can hear. you can feel his chest rising and falling against your back, his hold around your waist loosening when you don’t respond.
“i am…”
his body relaxes.
“good.”
tomorrow was a mystery and you didn’t know if the pit in your stomach was guilt or fear. guilt that you don’t know if you just used your best friend for sex, or fear that you might actually have a different kind of feeling for someone you’ve known your whole life.
a/n: sorry i fell off the face of the earth, im kinda tryna to figure stuff out. i wrote this in Aug/sept but just wrapped it up now so i hope u guys enjoy <3 and happy holidays!!
I'm here and back at it again! Physically I’m not laughing but mentally I am. I’m smiling and happy in this moment of typing too. I’m back on here trying(edit: doing.) again, my name sake. Leaving and starting over and that’s all right. Funnily enough I’m 32 now. In my first post I was 29 and mentioned how my brain thought/kept saying I was 32. Lol my body def knows before me.
I’m still in the same relationship even though in a previous post I thought it wouldn’t work. Multilple times during it, I didn’t think it was going to work out. Yet here I still am trudging through. At times recently I wonder if it will work out but that’s alright. There’s going to be doubt so I’ll try to enjoy the good moments while I can even though it’s really hard to with the kind of person I am.
A lot of stuff happened since my last post and I don’t know how things will turn out but I have faith that it will turn out for there better. I’ve become more religious since my first post thanks to the person I’m with. Not because they are but because I got high with them on an edibles. Hey, I’m a person too. We def don’t do it often since it’s the only thing that works on me and at times it makes me feel like I’m dying. I don’t like that feeling. Other times I have terrible deja vu so it’s not a good trip and on the rare occasion I’m sleepy or really sexual with them so it’s a good trip. So maybe 10 or so times? Either way, I don’t want to or plan to do it any more. Even if I do want to get closer to God while doing it.
I haven't gotten a violin, still working on figuring out my feelings, still working on finding out what I want to do in life, the career I want, and I finally got a therapist. Yay me! I’m also a bit happier and more at peace as well. That only happened in the past 10 months, spaced well out. Not all at once. Feeling happier and more at peace when I became more religious as well. Yet even so, my depression is still there. I’m not magically fixed but I am getting better. From previous post to now, I’m not afraid to apply for jobs any more. Be I’m qualified or not.
(In the DMV area I’m looking for entry level IT and Office Administration that can get me in the door for IT. I was A+ certified but it expired in 2017. Definitely willing to learn.)
Since my first post I have realized starting over isn’t bad even though it seems hard for me to do at times. It’s just a new start and I don’t like endings. Yet the new start has an ending as well and who knows, starting a new journey may not be so hard, or maybe it’s already begun. I’ve just got to be more positive about it. It’s one thing I noticed and realized about myself. I'm not as positive as I like to think I am. So I have to work on that as well and constantly remind myself if I can. So I took steps back but here I am today starting a new journey even if it’s the same one. I ended something so I can get better and be here today. I haven’t given up. Great job 29 year old me for making this blog!!!! YYYEEEAAAHHH~!!!!!! I’M PROUD OF YOU!!!
I think the lecture I was supposed to do was an IT lecture, which I did!!! Just a bunch of IT videos I have to watch. I still haven’t figured out how to balance work, free time, school, and people. Double since I only had a part time when I last posted and quit(it was a toxic work place). It’s def going to be different with a full time job. Yet I’m not too worried. Double since I still stopped doing games in my free time to focus on job hunting, studying, religion, and me.
Like? I love the person I was talking to since I’m in a relationship with them now. It has 100% had its ups and downs. Yet through it and religion, I learned what love is and means. That there’s going to be more bad than good times and I honestly have to get over myself. I didn’t learn what it all means or was thanks to them but through religion. That I seriously have to get over myself in order to love. I can’t properly love someone if I’m always focused on myself and have one foot out of the relationship. It’s hard. Extremely hard. Double since I want to be better and grow. It is not in my self interest to be hurt or anything bad. Yet sadly that comes with being in a relationship and I had to get over it. The same happens in religion, we get over ourselves to do and be better for something else. It’s not easy and we’re not perfect. It applies to a lot of things honestly. Life repeats itself in many ways and forms and religion taught me that as well.
I’m not in an abusive relationship but it is a drain mentally and emotionally. Hurt people hurt people after all. Double if they don’t get over themselves. My partner still carries the hurt and pain from their traumas and so do I. We take it out on each other in different ways and of course it’s not a good thing. Yet no one is perfect and we’re both growing. We’re both afraid as well. We’re afraid of the hurt and pain the other might cause us and that we’ll leave each other. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Yet with religion, I got over myself and being afraid of being hurt. Don’t get me wrong, it still sucks and hurts at times. Very much so since it’s frustrating and I don’t want to suffer. Yet you know who suffered for out dumb butts? Jesus did. He was killed for us. I am not going through nearly a much as that so why can’t I suffer a bit for the person I love? Life will not always be sunshine and rainbows. Life sucks and we make the best of it. I just have to navigate the bad times, which involves me appreciating the good times. So when I have a good moment, I have to recognize it and not be apologetic for seemingly enjoying it too much. I have to enjoy it as much as I can since tomorrow isn’t promised. It’s not promised, just like good moments aren’t either. Not just with them but life period. Adulthood sucks. Why would I want to work until I can’t. Not everyone can be super rich to where they don’t have to work.
I still don’t have things to really connect with. I get tired of my usual for connection, I want to expand more. Yet I’m not social. My partner is and I love that about them so much. They’re basically everything I’m not/want to be and I love it. I know some people dislike others since they’re what they’re not but I’m the opposite. I think my partner’s on that side of things actually... I should ask... Yet that’s all for this post. I MIGHT queue something yet we’ll see.
I don’t think I found that cookbook either... Yet my partner can cook so I don’t really need it right now! Their food is so yummy! Good job me. I’m proud of you. You want to cry as you write this and it’s alright to do so. Don’t forget to be nicer to yourself. It’s actually been helpful. I’m proud that you’ve come so far and look forward to seeing how much you’ve grown in later years since typing this. Double since you’re starting to look forward to stuff in your future, a future period, and new things about you. So keep going. - Fri Jun 30 2023
P.S You were in the library while he was at work. I’m proud of you for crying.
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