urgh i haven't written in so long because i unfortunately have a social AND academic life to maintain. i basically only have 1h of free time max that i spend doomscrolling HAHAH sorry guys </3
not having a fic idea that i like enough to post is not helping either #sendhelp there are a few drafts but idt i would ever post themmm 😭😭
hiii kat! i love your gojo works sososo much, i was wondering what you think abt gojo w a mommy kink 😼 he just wants to be babied yk? He dreams about being a sugar baby to a pretty, older, more mature woman… (every night)
anyways i hope you’re doing well bby! (´ ω `♡)
HI BBBBB!! you're so sweet mwah ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა
I AGREE WITH YOU, i can see him just wanting to be dominated by his woman yk? although he is canonically filthy rich, he'd probably still want to get pegged by a milf. just for that stress relief yk! he would use "mommy" both ironically AND unironically. i realise i like making gojo a sub HAHAHA his character is just perfect for it (the duality of this man makes me question whether i want him to be the phone or the charger...)
i was literally JUST talking to my male friends today and they said they fantasised about being dominated by a woman im crine taking that strap ig
husband!gojo edges you with your own rose toy! mdni ⟢
"a one time thing, huh?" satoru quips devilishly, "but baby, don't you happen to own a rose toy?"
your blood runs cold. "how the actual fuck do you—?"
"please," he scoffs, "you think I don't know every inch of this apartment? every little secret?" he sits up slowly, his usual confidence reasserting itself. "I've seen that pretty pink rose tucked away in your nightstand."
"that's different," you protest quickly, but your voice lacks conviction.
"is it?" he tilts his head, white hair falling across his forehead as those brilliant blue eyes study you with predatory interest. "you just edged me mercilessly with my toy. seems only fair I return the favor, don’t ya think?"
you watch, frozen, as he disappears into your bedroom. the sound of a drawer opening makes your stomach flip. when he returns, he holds the rose-shaped toy in all its glory, its silicone petals closed in a deceptively innocent bud. the sight of it in his large hand makes something clench low in your belly.
"this isn't—you can't just—" you stammer, but he’s already climbing back onto the bed.
"can't I?" he settles beside you, one hand coming to rest on your thigh. "you made the rules, baby. toys instead of the real thing deserve punishment, right? and unless I'm mistaken..." his fingers trail up your leg, "you've used this plenty of times when you could have just asked me."
guilt flickers through you because he was right. how many nights had you reached for that toy instead of waking him, telling yourself he was tired, that you didn't want to bother him?
"well, I didn't think you'd mind," you counter weakly.
"oh, I don't mind," gojo assures you with a smile. his hand slides higher, pushing up the hem of your shirt. "but fair is fair. you taught me a lesson. now let me teach you one." his fingers find the waistband of your pants. "off. now."
with trembling hands, you shimmy out of your pants and underwear, all too aware of the hungry look blazing in your lover’s eyes.
"beautiful," he murmurs reverently. "now lie back. you know the drill baby, legs spread."
you obey, your heart hammering against your ribs. the power dynamic has completely flipped, and the vulnerability of it makes your skin flush hot. gojo positions himself between your legs, the toy held loosely in one hand.
he quickly reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out two silky blindfolds. you shoot him a look of bewilderment, to which he simply flashes you a grin.
he holds up one of your wrists to the wooden bedpost, using the first blindfold to tie your wrist securely in place.
"this isn’t—" you start, but cut off with a strangled gasp as he presses a kiss to your thigh, teasingly close to where you were already getting wet.
"not what? not fair?" he laughs softly. "you're right. it's not. but you started this game." his free hand strokes up your other thigh, thumbs brushing up so close to your pussy that you can’t help the small whimper that escapes. "now let's see how well you play."
he makes quick work of tying up your other wrist above your head, leaving you completely and utterly accessible to his whims.
he turns on the toy, and the soft whirring sound fills the room. the rose's petals open slightly, revealing the suction mechanism inside. you'd felt it dozens of times before, knew exactly what it could do, but somehow having satoru control it made it ten times different. and made you ten times wetter.
"I've done my research on these," he says conversationally, as if discussing the weather and not your impeding edge torture. "suction and vibration combined. designed specifically for your clit. supposed to be... overwhelming, right?" he brings it closer, so that you can feel the air pulsing from it. "well, I wanna see for myself."
"satoru, wait—" but your words stutter in a sharp cry as he presses the toy against you.
the sensation is immediate and intense. the silicone petals seal around your clit, creating a maddening suction that pulls at the sensitive bundle of nerves. your back arches off the bed, hands fisting in the pillows.
"oh.. oh fuck," you gasp.
"good?" he asks, though he clearly knows the answer. he adjusts the angle slightly, and the sensation intensifies. "you know, when you were using my toy on me, you were so controlled, so methodical." he increases the suction, and your hips buck involuntarily. "but I think I prefer a more... exploratory approach."
he wasn't lying. where you had established a rhythm, gojo seemed content to experiment—changing the intensity, shifting the angle, pulling the toy away only to press it back in a slightly different position. each variation sent new sparks of pleasure through you, never letting you adjust or anticipate.
"look at you," he murmurs, his free hand sliding up your stomach, pushing your shirt higher. "already trembling, how long has it been since you used this, hmm? last night? this morning?"
you couldn't answer, couldn't form any coherent sounds as he increases the vibration. the suction pulses rhythmically, and you could feel your orgasm building embarrassingly fast.
"I bet y’thought about me, right?" gojo continues, his voice dropping lower. "betcha imagined it was my mouth on you instead of this toy." he leans down, his breath hot against your inner thigh. "were you right? does it feel like my tongue?"
"no," you manage to gasp out. "d-different—it's different—"
"better or worse?"
you couldn't answer that, wouldn't give him the satisfaction, but your silence speaks volumes. the toy was intense, overwhelming, but it lacked his tongue’s warmth, his fingers’ skill, the way he’s learned your body's responses over years of making love to you.
gojo seems to understand. "that's what I thought."
he pulls the toy away suddenly, and you nearly sob at the loss of stimulation. your clit throbs, swollen and sensitive, your orgasm retreating just out of reach.
"please," you whimper before you could stop yourself.
"please what?" he traces patterns on your inner thigh with his fingers, deliberately avoiding where you needed him most. "please let you come? but we've barely started, sweetheart. you edged me at least three times. seems only fair I do the same to you."
"satoru—"
"besides," he interrupts, bringing the toy back but not quite touching you with it, letting you feel just the vibrations in the air, "you haven't admitted it yet. haven't told me what I want to hear."
"I don't—" you start, but he presses the toy against you again, harder this time, and your words dissolve into a scream.
this time he was less playful, more focused. he finds the angle that make your legs shake and holds it there, the suction and vibration doubling into something you could only describe as heaven and hell combined. you can feel yourself climbing fast, pleasure coiling tight in your cunt.
"that's it," gojo encourages, his voice rough. "let me see you fall apart. show me what this toy does to you. show me what I do to you."
you’re so close, right on the edge, your whole body tensing as your orgasm approaches. just a few more seconds, just a little more—
he pulls away again.
"fuck!" the word tears from your throat desperately. your hips lift, seeking the stimulation that had vanished, but gojo holds the toy just out of reach.
"aw, were you close?" his tone mockingly sympathetic. "that's too bad. maybe if you asked nicely..."
"fuck you," you seethe, and he laughs.
"there's my girl. still got some fight in you." he trails his fingers through your wetness, and you gasp at the contact. "god, you're soaked. this toy really does work wonders, huh?" he circles your clit with his thumb, feather-light, and you whimper. "but I bet I could make you wetter. make you come harder."
"youre jealous of a fucking toy?" you challenge, voice wobbly “you think you could make me cum harder? fucking prove it then,”
his eyes flash. "careful what you wish for."
the toy returns, but this time he combines it with his fingers, sliding two inside you while the rose works your clit. the dual sensation is devastating. you cry out, your hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
"there we go," he murmurs, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. "this is what you need, isn't it? not some toy. me. my fingers. my attention."
you couldn't deny it, couldn't think past the overwhelming pleasure. the toy's suction pulses in rhythm with his fingers, and you were climbing again, faster this time, higher.
"say it," gojo demands again, his voice rough with his own renewed arousal. you could see his cock hardening again, responding to your desperation. "tell me you need me."
"I—" you gasp, fighting it even as your body betrays you, clenching around his fingers. "I can't—"
"yes, you can." he increases the toy's intensity, and you nearly scream. "say it, baby. tell me this toy isn't enough. tell me you need me."
you’re right there, balanced on a blade’s edge, your entire body shakes with the need for release. but he holds you there, keeping you suspended in that agonizing space between frustration and satisfaction. but your body could only handle so much for so long..
"please," you sob. "please, satoru, I need—"
"what do you need?"
"you!" the word bursts from you, raw and honest. "I need you, satoru. fuck. please…"
"good girl," he breathes, and finally—finally—he lets you have it.
the orgasm hits you like an earthquake, crashing over you with devastating force. you buck up into him, a scream tearing from your throat as pleasure whites out your vision. satoru doesn’t let up, the toy and his fingers moving in perfect synchronization, drawing out every wave until you were shaking and oversensitive, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes.
only then does he remove the toy, turning it off and setting it aside. his fingers gentle inside you, slowly withdrawing as you trembled through the aftershocks.
he brings up his slick fingers and dips them into his mouth, tasting the evidence of your release
"what the fuck," you breathe, throwing an arm over your face.
"mhm" gojo hums, and you could hear the satisfaction in his smut voice. "see what it feels like?" he stretches out beside you, pulling you against his chest. "though, i can’t really tell which position turned me on more"
you can’t help the weak laugh that escapes. "you're such a freak."
"maybe. but you know I’m always available to you." he pressed a kiss to your temple. “I’d undergo any freaky kinky position you’d wanna put me in."
"wanna test that thought?" you suggest, reaching down to wrap your hand around him.
gojo groans, his hips pushing into your grip. "fuck yes. but this time—" he rolls, pinning you beneath him, "—no toys. just us. because as fun as that was, I'd much rather make you come with my cock instead of some silicone."
"just us," you agree, and pull him down into another kiss.
a/n: lord have mercy on the poor soul who happens to stumble upon all the rose toy related research in my google history..
‧ ₊❝ satoru just needs one final push (nsfw)
he physically can’t cum until he hears your voice
satoru's been at this for at least half an hour by now.
hand gliding up and down his cock, thumb pressing hard against the bulging vein. he imagines it’s your soft, pliant hands instead of his own that are coaxing him towards an orgasm. his mind is hazy, the vision of you blurry as his hips buck lazily into his grasp. the movement of his wrists speed up when he feels himself teetering on the edge, only for him to be pulled back onto solid ground immediately.
he's been at this for at least half an hour and yet, he still can't reach the sweet, sweet relief he was aching for. you're to blame, he thinks. the tight squeeze of your pussy around his cock, enveloping him in a special kind of warmth, has ruined everything else for him. especially the now-slick palms of his own.
even the polaroid he keeps in his wallet isn't enough. not even his favourite — the one where you're on your knees in front of him, mouth stretched around his cock. your eyes are locked onto the camera in his hands, and the faux eye contact makes him stifle a groan. but he still needs more.
he dials your number.
you pick up at the second ring.
"hey, babe, what's up?" your voice is amplified by satoru's phone, pressed up against his ear. he feels his balls tighten.
“please…,” he whimpers through gritted teeth. it’s followed by shallow breaths. then the wet shlicks of his precum being smeared all over his length. it glistens with obscenity, and the shame of getting off to the mere sound of his name uttered in your voice.
“satoru? are you okay? you sound…out of breath.”
though your words were innocent, to him, your voice was no different from porn.
“haah, yes, i-i’m, fffuck, i’m fine—please, say my name again,” his voice cracks, and so does his poorly-maintained facade of composure.
“what—satoru, what’s going on?” your lack of awareness of his dirty actions made him grow heavier in his palms. the strands of his hair were slick with sweat, sticking onto his forehead, head tilted back against the headrest.
“shit, again,” he gasps out, deft fingers tugging at his cock. how you haven't caught on, he's not sure. or maybe you have, and you're just playing dumb. whatever it is, every word makes his breath quicken, his face feel hotter, and his legs tremble more.
“is this a prank?”
“no! please, just keep going. talk to me, anything you want. tell me about your day? pretend as if it’s a—hngh—a life or death situation.” it might as well have been the way he was desperately clawing at any shreds of you.
“umm, okay…? well, i was at the grocery store just now, and there was this lady who was a complete bitch. she cut the queue, and y’know what she said to me? she said she didn’t see me! i mean, hellooo?? she could’ve just—”
“fuck!” a loud groan interrupts your little rant.
spurts of cum spill onto satoru’s hand and lap, all of which, of course, you do not see. his chest heaves with relief, head tipped against the headboard. he lays still for a moment, nothing but shaky breaths leaving his lips. the other end of the line is silent too.
for a moment, he thinks you hung up. left him to ride out the aftershocks of his long-awaited orgasm, fingers still twitching against his cock from the muscle memory.
fahh i have so many things to do, i'm genuinely so stressed rn i feel my head throbbing </3 or maybe it's because of the copious amount of milk tea i drink now for the caffeine
frat!gojo, who had a reputation that always clung to him like smoke—loud parties, chaos, and endless amounts of cheap alcohol with men and women practically throwing themselves at him, but none of his one night stands ever stuck around. no one ever really stayed.
frat!gojo, who was always perpetually bored of people, no one could ever really keep up with him, that was until you.
frat!gojo, who’s almost instantly enamoured by you, following you around like a lost puppy everywhere, just so you can give him even the slightest bit of attention.
frat!gojo, who almost whimpers when you roll your eyes at him, walking away as if he was never there, and he just knows he has to have you.
frat!gojo, who has your schedule memorised to the T (he found it while stalking your socials), waiting outside your classes every single day, with his tuft of white hair sticking out in the crowd, while following you around immediately while carrying your fat stack and books and your bag while you walk around campus.
frat!gojo, who’s always bored out of his mind when you aren’t in class with him—always pestering poor nanami because you aren’t around to slap some sense into him and tell him to focus.
frat!gojo, who’s almost afraid of how smart you are, his cock straining nearly painfully against his pants when you ramble on about the kreb’s cycle and whatnot, and all he can think about is what it’d be like to be quizzed from between your thighs instead.
frat!gojo, who’s had numerous filthy dreams about you, with you tying him down, walking all over him in your pretty boots, fisting his hair with your pretty hands—and he wakes up, his cock throbbing in his sweats, leaking beads of pre, he feels like an idiot while he wraps his hands around his dick.
frat!gojo, who muffles his moans into his pillows, cumming onto his pretty abs, all while gasping your name in between breaths. he know’s you’d kill him if you found out about the dirty little fantasies he’s had of you—but the very thought of you reprimanding him has him twitching, flushed against his abdomen all over again.
frat!gojo, who has a picture of you in his wallet, it’s a candid from when you were tutoring him, your lips in a focused pout while you were trying to explain your notes, and gods he just never got over how pretty you looked while being completely engrossed in the stupid text that sat in front of you.
frat!gojo, who knows he’s down bad but he just couldn’t care less. so, if you see satoru gojo being yelled at by a pretty nerd, do NOT come save him. he is exactly where he wants to be.
more fratjo!! & tysm for 3.7k da fawk
divider credits: @//pixopix .
🖇️: all work belongs to @liliklei , do not copy, repost, translate or feed into AI !!
you find husband!gojo's secret sex toy. so you edge him with it until he learns his lesson! mdni ⟢
you hadn't meant to find it, truly. you were just looking for satoru's spare charger when you opened the drawer of his nightstand, expecting to find the usual clutter of blindfolds, receipts, candy wrappers, and such. instead, your fingers brushed against smooth silicone, and when you pulled it out, your eyes widened comically.
a fleshlight. clearly high-end, expensive-looking, and used based off the bottle of lube tucked beside it.
"looking for something, sweetheart?"
you turn around to find your clueless husband leaning against the doorframe, a short-lived, lazy smile plastered onto his face. though his smile is wiped off just as suddenly when he registers what you're holding in the palm of your hand.
"satoru," you enunciate slowly, holding up the toy. "what is this?"
"I-I can explain, baby..." he pushes off the doorframe, shuffling miserably toward you as if accepting his own face "it's really not a big deal..."
"not a big deal?" you tilt your head, an expression of utter betrayal painted across your features, "you have me. why would you need this?"
something flickers in his brilliant blue eyes—like a deer in headlights, "sometimes you're not available, and I—"
"I'm always available for you." you set the toy on the bed, crossing your arms. "you know that. so why, satoru? why would you use this instead of just asking me?"
he runs a shaky hand through his white hair, feeling like a scolded child "I-I bought it before I met you.. when there were no expectations, when there was no—"
"—no me," you finish for him. "I think you need to be reminded exactly what you're choosing this over."
his eyes narrow slightly, sensing danger. "what are you—"
"strip," you command, your voice leaving no room for argument. "and get on the bed."
he just stares at you for a moment, clearly debating whether to laugh it off or obey. but something in your expression must have convinced him, because he slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt, mentally succumbing himself to your whims.
"baby, are you serious..?" he murmurs, shrugging off his shirt to reveal his lean, muscular torso.
"oh, absolutely." you confirm with a sadistic smile. you pick up the toy, turning it over in your hands. "since you like this thing so much, let's see how you handle it when I'm in control."
his pants and boxers follow the growing pile of clothes discarded onto the floor, and despite his apparent nervousness, his cock was already half-hard, responding to the authority in your voice. he climbs onto the bed, and you could see the slight tremor in his hands—from anticipation or apprehension, you weren't sure.
"on your back," you instruct. "hands above your head."
satoru complies like clockwork, sprawling across the mattress with his arms stretched overhead. his cock twitches against his stomach, and you notice how his breathing has already quickened exponentially. cocky gojo satoru, already reduced to a helpless puddle at your feet.
you retrieve the lube from the nightstand, warming it between your palms as you kneel beside him. his eyes track your every movement, pupils dilated with sheer want.
noticing the confused anticipation swirling in his eyes, you clarify, "I'm going to use your little toy on you. and you're going to take it. but you don't get to come—not until I decide you've learned your lesson."
"baby, come on—" he starts, but cuts off with a sharp inhale as you wrapped your lubed hand around his now fully erect cock, stroking slowly.
"no," you whisper firmly. "you wanted to use this instead of me. so now you get to experience exactly what you chose."
you release him, and he makes a small sound of protest that dies in his throat when you bring the toy to his tip. his hips jerk involuntarily as you press it down, enveloping him in the tight, slick silicone.
"f-fuuck," gojo breathes, his hands clenching into fists above his head.
you work the toy slowly down his length, watching his face contort with pleasure. his usual composure was already cracking, lips parted and breath coming in faster. when you reach the base of his shaft, you pause, letting him feel the full sensation.
"feel good?" you ask, voice dripping with false sweetness.
"yes," he gasps. "god, yes, but—"
you begin moving the toy again, establishing a steady rhythm that has his back arching off the bed. up and down, twisting slightly on each stroke, you work him with practiced precision—except with silicon instead of the familiarity of your palm. his cock is flushed and leaking, and you can feel him throbbing inside the toy.
"but what?" you prompt, slowing your movements.
"but I ngh.. want you," he admits, his voice strained. "not.. f-fuck.. this.. I want you."
"should have thought of that before." you smile, increasing your pace, revelling in the way his whole body tenses in response. you can see it building—the way his abs clench, how his toes curl, the desperate way his hips patheticallu start to thrust up into the toy.
just as he approaches the edge, you stop completely, pulling the toy away.
"no!—" the word bursts from him desperately. "—p-please, I was so so close.."
"I know," you reply calmly, watching his cock pulse and twitch in the air, denied its release. "that's the point, 'toru."
his chest heaves as he struggles to regain control, a light sheen of sweat already forming on his skin. those blue eyes fix on you, pleading.
"please," he tries again. "I-I'm—fuck!—sorry, okay? I shouldn't have—"
"shouldn't have what?" you trail your fingers up his inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where he needed you most.
"sh-shouldn't have used it," he pants. "shouldn't have ever chosen it—hnng—over you. just please... I need you to touch me.
"but I am touching you?" you bring the toy back up, pressing it against his sensitive tip. he whimpers—actually whimpers—at the contact. "isn't this what you wanted?"
before he could answer, you plunge the toy down his length again, faster this time. satoru's head thrashes against the pillow, white hair splaying across the fabric as pleasure overwhelms him.
"oh fuck, oh fuuuck, please—" his words dissolve into incoherent moans as you work him ruthlessly toward another peak.
you watch him climb higher, his entire body drawn tight as a bowstring. his hands have moved from above his head, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. just as his cock begins to pulse with the telltale signs of orgasm, you stopped again.
"what do you need?" you ask, setting the toy aside and running your hand up his trembling thigh.
"you," he gasps immediately. "n-need you, baby. your hand, your mouth, your pussy—anything. only you, just you, please."
"not the toy?"
"fuck the toy!" his composure has completely shattered now, your husband reduced to a begging, desperate mess. "I don't want it. I want you. only you. please, baby, pleasee—"
you let him suffer for another moment, watching precum leak steadily from his tip, his cock so hard it looks almost painful. then you wrap your hand around him, and he nearly sobs with relief.
"thank you," he breathes. "thank you, fuck, thank you—"
but you keep your strokes slow, torturous, maintaining him right on that knife's edge without letting him tip over. his hips roll, trying to fuck into your fist, but you pull back whenever he gets too eager.
"tell me again—" you command. "—why do you need me?"
"because nothing else compares," he pants, words tumbling out desperately. "because you're perfect, and I'm an idiot, and I need you more than air—please, please let me come. I'll never use it again, I'll blast it into smithereens, I swear, just please—"
you pick up the toy again with your free hand, and his eyes widen in panic.
"no, nonono wait—"
"shh." you position it at his base while your other hand works his leaky tip. "I want you to come like this. feeling both. understanding the difference."
you work him with both the toy and your hand, creating an overwhelming combination of sensations. satoru was completely gone now, reduced to a writhing, moaning mess beneath you, begging continuously.
"please, p-please, I need it, need you, so close, please let me—"
"come," you command. "come for me, 'toru."
permission granted, his orgasm hits him like a tidal wave. his back arches completely off the bed, every muscle in his body going rigid as he comes harder than you've ever seen. ropes of cum paints his stomach and chest as he cries out your name, the sound broken and ecstatic and utterly yours.
you work him through it, both toy and hand moving in tandem until he was gasping, oversensitive and trembling with aftershocks. only then did you release him, setting the toy aside and running your clean hand soothingly over his heaving chest.
"holy fuck," he breathes, throwing an arm over his eyes. "that was..."
"a pretty neat punishment, huh?" you finish for him, leaning down to press a kiss to his jaw. "did you learn your lesson?"
he lowers his arm, those blue eyes now soft and sated as they meet yours. "yeah," he says quietly and contently. "I learned that I'm a fucking idiot for ever thinking I could ever hide anything from you."
"good." you kiss him properly this time. when you pull back, you pick up the toy one last time. "so we can throw this away?"
"yes. god, yes. please." he watches as you toss it towards the trash bin. "I never want to see that thing again. you're all I need, baby. all I want."
you settle beside him, and he immediately pulls you close, still trembling slightly. "though I do have to admit," he murmurs against your hair, "that was the best punishment I've ever received."
"don't get any ideas," you warn with a smile. "this was a one-time thing."
"a one time thing, huh?" he quips devilishly, "but baby, don't you happen to own a rose toy?"
a/n: @princeable the kids miss you baby please come back home🙏🙏🙏
‧ ₊❝ satoru just needs one final push (nsfw)
he physically can’t cum until he hears your voice
satoru's been at this for at least half an hour by now.
hand gliding up and down his cock, thumb pressing hard against the bulging vein. he imagines it’s your soft, pliant hands instead of his own that are coaxing him towards an orgasm. his mind is hazy, the vision of you blurry as his hips buck lazily into his grasp. the movement of his wrists speed up when he feels himself teetering on the edge, only for him to be pulled back onto solid ground immediately.
he's been at this for at least half an hour and yet, he still can't reach the sweet, sweet relief he was aching for. you're to blame, he thinks. the tight squeeze of your pussy around his cock, enveloping him in a special kind of warmth, has ruined everything else for him. especially the now-slick palms of his own.
even the polaroid he keeps in his wallet isn't enough. not even his favourite — the one where you're on your knees in front of him, mouth stretched around his cock. your eyes are locked onto the camera in his hands, and the faux eye contact makes him stifle a groan. but he still needs more.
he dials your number.
you pick up at the second ring.
"hey, babe, what's up?" your voice is amplified by satoru's phone, pressed up against his ear. he feels his balls tighten.
“please…,” he whimpers through gritted teeth. it’s followed by shallow breaths. then the wet shlicks of his precum being smeared all over his length. it glistens with obscenity, and the shame of getting off to the mere sound of his name uttered in your voice.
“satoru? are you okay? you sound…out of breath.”
though your words were innocent, to him, your voice was no different from porn.
“haah, yes, i-i’m, fffuck, i’m fine—please, say my name again,” his voice cracks, and so does his poorly-maintained facade of composure.
“what—satoru, what’s going on?” your lack of awareness of his dirty actions made him grow heavier in his palms. the strands of his hair were slick with sweat, sticking onto his forehead, head tilted back against the headrest.
“shit, again,” he gasps out, deft fingers tugging at his cock. how you haven't caught on, he's not sure. or maybe you have, and you're just playing dumb. whatever it is, every word makes his breath quicken, his face feel hotter, and his legs tremble more.
“is this a prank?”
“no! please, just keep going. talk to me, anything you want. tell me about your day? pretend as if it’s a—hngh—a life or death situation.” it might as well have been the way he was desperately clawing at any shreds of you.
“umm, okay…? well, i was at the grocery store just now, and there was this lady who was a complete bitch. she cut the queue, and y’know what she said to me? she said she didn’t see me! i mean, hellooo?? she could’ve just—”
“fuck!” a loud groan interrupts your little rant.
spurts of cum spill onto satoru’s hand and lap, all of which, of course, you do not see. his chest heaves with relief, head tipped against the headboard. he lays still for a moment, nothing but shaky breaths leaving his lips. the other end of the line is silent too.
for a moment, he thinks you hung up. left him to ride out the aftershocks of his long-awaited orgasm, fingers still twitching against his cock from the muscle memory.
