thinking aboutttttt best friend satoru who’s trying to cheer you up after your stupid ex broke your heart once again. he never really expresses how much he hated and absolutely envied that guy.
so he ends up switching your sad tears to tears of pleasures as he opens you up with his long slender fingers. there’s no turning back as he splits you open on his dick and hears you cry out his name.
yeah… there’s no way you’re going back to that lame ass fucking dude.
hehehehe @lex-dear @sirenspider come lookadis :))
bc you're absolutely correct.
he'd typically avoid the envy that seeps into his bloodstream and roots itself deep. push it aside with every forehead kiss and love-infested look you'd throw your boyfriend's way—or ex-boyfriend he should say. now he can say that and the grin that breaks onto his face is maniacal, hidden behind a large hand and a downcast gaze. the shine on your cheeks from all the shed tears makes Satoru's heart constrict in his chest.
he doesn't think he's ever seen you this hurt, always used to your cheerier disposition. It makes a lot of sense to him though—you think you loved the guy, well according to your revelations last week. none of that matters now though, it's Satoru's job to pick up all your pieces.
and he does. does it exceptionally well too.
his hands cradle your neck as he hovers over you, every snap of his hips making your toes curl as your feet dangle against the small of his back. surely enough, Satoru Gojo was burying his cock so deep in you that there's a ghost that remains when he pulls out, imprinting himself as deep as your warmth allows. with each new rock of his hips, he earns another hiccup, another cry, another saccharine call of his name that makes his balls tighten in warning.
your nails imprint on the skin of his shoulder, deep red marks left on him as your arms curl between his and your hands search for purchase along his spine. there's so many sounds, so many feelings as his hips slap against your pelvis and force the tears down your cheeks. "There we go, angel." Satoru coos, thumbing away the tears on the apples of your cheeks. "That's more like it, pretty girl. Only want you cryin' because you feel good, m'kay?"
you can barely nod, barely give him any form of response—but he's not really looking for one anyways, unless it comes in the form of your dulcet moans and the wet, warm feeling of your cunt. that's the best thing he could ever receive and as long as he keeps you pinned beneath him with spread thighs—he'd keep being able to receive.
