fucking surfer!gojo on the beach after a bad breakup. 18+
The coast brushes the shore with soft kisses in secret. Blanket laid out beneath your feet, you find yourself nearing the coastline, letting your toes dip in the teasing water. The sun was hardly out, rising from the waves like it spent the night giving light to the sea.
Your mind was a torrent of terrible anger, a stark contrast to the calm waters. That stupid man who is your now ex-boyfriend still lingers in your thoughts. Dumping you out of the blue after a fight so idiotic, you couldn’t even bear to see that promise ring he slid on your finger anymore.
So, you pried it off, angrily chucking it into the water, not bothering to see where it lands before you close your eyes again.
“Hey!” a voice calls, sultry yet demanding.
A man rises from the water, cerulean surfboard tucked under his arm. An unfeeling frown set on his pink lips.
“You can’t chuck your valuables in the ocean,” he holds up the promise ring you had just discarded. “It hit me in the eye.”
Your gaze trails from his veiny hands, down his muscular drenched frame. His soaked white locks, like water lilies in a pond, drip with the salty water of the sea, skating down his pearly, hardened abs.
“That cheap thing’s not valuable,” you grumble, waving dismissively. “It’s probably from a pawn shop. You can do whatever with it.”
He cocks a snowy brow over his brilliant blue eyes, an indifferent crease between them as he eyed you from head to toe. “You get dumped or something?”
Your eyes sharply shoot toward him, “Is it that obvious?”
He holds up the ring as a silent response. You remain quiet, continuing to eye his every feature and his bulky frame.
He throws the ring into the ocean, chucking it over his shoulder. “You want to get over him?”
Your face buries into the blanket sprawled out on the sand. Satoru has you on your side, hand cupped underneath your thigh, holding it up as his dick slips in and out of you with a precision so baffling it has you choking back on your own moans.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he rumbles, cock plowing in and out of your cunt like it’s second nature. “Let it out. He fuck you like this?”
His lips feather over the curve of your shoulder, cock rutting so deep into your sopping wet pussy that his balls making an obscene squelching sound with each force of contact. Prodding so deep inside you, the head of his cock bustles at an angle so delicious, it truly feels like he is in your stomach. In fact, if you make the brave decision of looking down, then you can see the way it leaves an outline bulging on your tummy.
Mindlessly whimpering, you shake your head. Not paying any mind to the fact that you are fucking an absolute stranger because his dick prods so deliciously inside you, it feels like complete insanity.
“Oh god,” your back arches away from him, fingers trailing down between your thighs, pads of your digits rub loose circles against your clit, already glistening and wet from your mixed arousal.
“This pussy—clenching so hard around me—” Satoru grunted, hand slipping around your jaw to force your mouth to his. “That guy’s a fucking idiot.”
And just like that, his lips capture yours in a sloppy open-mouthed kiss where a mesh of tongues and saliva is all you can comprehend.
“Gonna make you forget all about him.”
Panting like wild dogs in heat into each other’s mouths, your tongues slide against one another, and you hardly even remember who Satoru is referring to.
Your fingers curl into the blanket you had sprawled out before sunrise to sit and mope on. The bagel you brought was probably rotting away in your tote. And bit by bit, the sky is becoming brighter and brighter.
You could hardly process how it happened, one moment you’re talking to Satoru about getting dumped, and the next he has you on your back and hovers over you.
Satoru’s thrusts into you one final time, and when he stills for only a second, you worry that he won’t move after that. Except he doesn’t, with one muscly arm, he lifts you off your side and gruffly plops you in his lap.
Out of breath, you gaze down at him, catching a full and proper glimpse of how irrevocably beautiful he is, even when in such a debauched state. Before anything could be said, he lifts your hips with effortless ease, and sinks you down on him again.
The edge of his lip twitches when your jaw falls open, brows pinching together when he guides your movements on his cock, helping you ride him to filth.
“Too pretty to be miserable,” he whispers, unsmiling. “Ride that cock, baby, yeah, just like that.”
You whimper just at the praise, hands falling to his chest as you lift yourself off of him, to sheath back down. You work yourself up to a pace so heady and quick, the salt air begins to feel like clammy steam, the gentle waves feel like blurring music, and your spinning head begins to feel like the world around you is spinning in your stead.
Satoru pulls you flush against himself, eliciting a shocked squeal from you when your still-covered breasts meet his chest, and he holds you in place. Planting his feet flat on the ground, he fucks up into you, thrusting at a rough and fast pace.
“Fuck—ah—I’m gonna cum,” you whine into his ear, hair a mess and face buried in his neck.
His hand curls around your shoulder, holding you in place while fucking up into you. You feel the way his fingers imprint into your skin, all the while his cock slips out of you till your walls hug his flushed tip, and ruts so harshly back into you.
And he’s not giving anytime begin each thrust to recover. Beyond the waves of the waves of the ocean, all you can hear is the obscene pap pap pap of his skin slapping against yours. Your moans come broken, mingling with the wretched breaths that spill from his own mouth.
A gasp so sharp rips from your throat when your vision goes completely blurry, stars painting on the darks of your eyelids when you squeezed them shut, unraveling all over his cock.
With your forehead pressed against his sweat slicked temple, you can hear every sound that drips from his lips. How he grunts when he bucks his hips up into you, how he almost chokes on his breath when you squeeze around his length, how it sounds like a strangled moan because he is so caught up in the way he barely fits in you.
“Just a pretty little cock sleeve, huh?” his voice cracks with the groan. “Needed a stranger to give you good dick.”
He doesn’t let up his tempo, beginning to throw his head back as he reached his climax, tilting your jaw towards him, “Hey, pretty, it’s okay for me to cum inside, yeah?”
Whimpering like a pathetic mess, you nod, “Mhm—”
He smirks a smirk so subtle, you miss it. You miss the devious undertone to his question, the lewd dirty pleasure in his desire. How you two are out in the open and don’t know each other at all, and you’re letting him ruin you before the elderly couples that walk the coast for their morning walks could emerge.
And when he plunges into you one final time and releases all that pent up tension in the form of white warm ropes inside your cunt, dripping down your thighs and his own, trickling onto that blanket you had laid out.
You both stay quiet, your breaths heavy and winded are all that fill the air.
Until he sits up, saying, “Let’s go. I can show you how I eat pussy better than that dumbass too.”
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