݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Cosplayer!Satoru falls in love with you!
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Day one:
Satoru has taken up many side hustle for some extra cash, but he especially enjoys the one he’s picked up recently. He got hired by an otome game company to cosplay a specific character for anime conventions to provide fans with photos and realistic interactions, alongside other “love interests” in the game.
The job gives him a way to enjoy life outside of his usual scholarly life. It also gave him a way to climb out of his introverted personality and be his true self.
Yeah, he’d consider himself a flirt!
But he’s always been too shy to actually show off his “mouth-watering” skills. With the mask provided with the cosplay, he’s able to replace his bashfulness with full-blown confidence.
He’s been very excited to be part of this weekend’s anime convention, where him and his fellow coworkers would have individual booths to interact with fans.
The day started off pretty normally: fans lined up to see him, fans squealed, and some even passed out— completely normal. To be completely honest, nothing was out of the ordinary.
That is until he saw you. He would never have expected to see a classmate line up for this kind of event— let alone you. You seemed to be the shy type and mostly kept to yourself, much like him. When classes ended, you disappeared. He barely knew your face.
And being shy himself, he loved observing people and making sense of their character, but he couldn’t place his finger on you. You were too closed off from the world— his world.
Perhaps this is the day he can finally solve you.
Satoru’s small booth was placed farthest from where the line started, but he could see that you had walked into the first booth with his friend, Choso, already.
Maybe you liked Choso’s character best? Then again, the event allowed players to visit all five characters if they met certain requirements, so maybe you’ll visit him too. He prays that you do.
A girl approached him, but his eyes kept drifting off to you. He could tell that you were giddy around Choso, giggling and twirling confidently.
The minutes seemed to drag on and you’re much closer now, but not close enough. He can see your face clearly and he’s sure it’s you.
You wore a cropped white shirt with a corset on top and black trousers, mimicking the main player’s outfit. Shoulder straps clung onto your chest and leathered gloves covered your hands.
When another minute passes by, he hopes that you’ll visit him next. But as you head back to the line again, the speakers crackles to life.
“Hello, players! We will be taking a break and request that you do not walk up to the booths during this time. We will resume interactions in 10 minutes!”
This must be a joke!
Satoru has never felt more annoyed in his life. Here you are, the girl who’s become an empty void in his noisy surrounding, being held from seeing him.
You catch him staring at you and you smile, and so did he. But he’s sure you can barely tell because of the mask covering it up.
He also sneaks a small wave at you with his gloved hand. You send him a flying kiss and he pretends to catch it, bringing his hand to his face lovingly.
The worker slaps his hand away lightly and reminds him not to interact with the audience while she gives him a touch up. He nods and whispers a sorry before turning back to you.
You’re no longer looking at him, your attention being on the girl next to you. The girl held up two plushies, one of Satoru’s character and the other of Choso’s character.
You gasped and took both plushies, squeezing them tightly and putting a wide smile on your face for your friend’s camera. You gave back the Choso one and took solo pictures with Satoru’s character, giving it a kiss on the cheek.
He swears he can feel the kisses on his own face too.
Ten minutes have already flown by and the announcer lets everyone know that interactive booths will be taking appointments again.
He walks out of his small booth and pretends to scan the crowd, keeping his attention on you. You pull your phone out to record the plushy and capture him in the background.
He walks closer to the crowd, giving others a smile with his eyes. A worker unlocks the barrier belt and you step closer to him.
“Hi!” You put your phone away and clip the stuffed toy onto your belt.
He takes the opportunity to take your hand and give it a kiss through his mask before rubbing it around his face. He takes you to his booth and notices you looking over to the other booths and uses a hand to guide your gaze back to him.
When you both step on the platform he pats your head before giving embracing you in his large arms. When you pull away, his hand still rests on the back of your neck, keeping you two close.
“Ah, you know,” you start, dragging your finger down his chest. “I was able to visit everyone but you have to be my favourite.”
Slowly, you back him into his chair and he sits down dramatically, pointing at himself and tilting his head.
“Mhm, saved the best for last.”
He clenches onto the fabric above his chest and breathes out a bit louder, the most he can do to replicate a sigh of admiration. He reaches for his tactical baton behind his chair and offers it to you.
You take it gracefully and extend it, gasping and smiling cheekily. Bringing it to your lips, you step closer to him and coo.
“You’re pretty like this.”
You drag the baton on his chest, poking at the small part of his chest that’s exposed. He feels you spell something out on his chest.
An S? But his character’s name started with a C… Maybe he was imagining the second curve.
He notices that you’ve suddenly become more flustered, biting your lip and looking away. He uses the moment of slight vulnerability and yanks the baton to bring you closer to his face.
You sit on your knees in front of him and pat his thighs. His gaze follows your movement and blushes at the suggestive position you’ve both fallen into.
He almost forgets that he’s cosplaying until the announcer says that it’s time up. Satoru is eternally grateful for his face mask as it covers up his flushed cheeks and sheepish smile.
“Aw, one minute flies when you have fun,” you say, standing up and dusting off your pants.
He gets up and takes your hand to walk you over back to the line. He grazes your arm and sends you off with a wave goodbye.
For the rest of the afternoon, Satoru’s mind is occupied with this short moment with you.
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Day two:
Satoru has spent the entire day with a batch of girls he couldn’t care less for. He’d been hoping all day that you had booked another interaction with him today.
All players were limited to having an interaction with only one character for five minutes today. By the end of the day, he had given up on hoping you’d show up.
But there’s been one thing about you that Satoru is now sure about.
You seemed to always surprise him.
With the last few interactions, many girls started to leave the booth line and enjoy the rest of the convention. Amongst the moving bodies, he spotted a familiar face in particular.
His face subconsciously lights up when he sees you walking over to the line but is brought back to reality when the girl in front of him forces him to look at her.
“Whatcha lookin’ at, hm?”
Satoru fixes his posture and gets back into character, taking the girl into his booth, but his focus is still on you.
After a couple of more interactions with girls, he can feel his professionalism slipping away as he starts to avoid contact with the girls in front of him.
With his last interaction, he hopes to see you but when he looks into the crowd, you’ve disappeared. He frowns and turns around to close his eyes in embarrassment. He feels a little— no, very pathetic for wanting to see you.
The announcers let everyone know that this would be the last interaction for the day and he sighs heavily, feeling both frustrated and relieved. Frustrated because you’re not here and relieved that this is the last interaction.
To hide his tired face for even a second longer, he doesn’t turn around to see the girl and instead calls the girl over with his hand behind his back. Light and quick footsteps follow after and he feels a girl hold onto his hand.
He grips it softly and almost turns around when he feels her arms around his neck. She’s a little shorter than him so she hops a little to muzzle in his neck.
He turns around, keeping the girl’s face pressed on his chest before snapping his face into character. He snuggles around the girl’s head and realizes how familiar this feels.
He pulls the girl’s face away and is delighted when he sees your frivolous expression on your face. His smile grows larger and he can’t help but cuddle you again.
“Uh uh. Were you looking for someone in particular? I saw your eyes wandering through the crowd,” you say teasingly. “Sorry to disappoint.”
He shakes his head feverishly and grazes your nose with his index finger.
“Ah, would it be inappropriate to assume it was me?”
He shakes his head again and strokes both of your shoulders excitedly.
“Aw, how cute,” you giggle, poking his chest mischeviously. “I’ve been looking through the artist alley, buying cute things and taking photos with other cosplayers.”
He looks at what you’re wearing and figures out something else about you. Whether it just be cosplays or not, you dressed hot.
Many of the girls that showed up to his booth were in cute frilly dresses and pastel colours. It’s not that he didn’t like those outfits—he always questioned the comfortability and warmth those outfits provided— but you were just different, he can’t help but be more curious.
You’re wearing a tight fitting dress this time, with a harness that hugs around your chest and shoulders tightly. Your boots are knee-high and had straps all over it too.
If he could describe your outfit in one word, he’d probably choose alluring— or tempting— maybe seductive?
Satoru blinks his thoughts away and focuses on you again.
“I even got a replica of the necklace you wear.” You grab the necklace from your pocket and lift it to his face, tugging at his in the process. “Now we can match!”
You splay out his fingers and place the necklace into his hand. “Will you put it on for me?”
He nods eagerly and walks behind you to stares at your bare nape. He feels a shiver run down his spine. Unclasping the necklace, he wraps it around your neck and grazes his hands over your collarbone.
If he could give you a real bite kiss, he definitely would. Instead, he settles with a fake kiss through his mask. A smirk appears on his lips when he notices you shiver from the the slight contact and wraps his arms around your waist tightly.
He sways both of your hips side to side and pulls you in so close so that you can hear his heart beating and his shaky breathing.
You lay your hands on top of his and drag them down your hips until they land on your thigh. You turn around but are surprised when he pushes you lightly against the wall.
He touches your cheek and pretends to bite your wrist, grinning at your flustered state. Another hand creeps around the back of your thigh and he squeezes lightly.
Feeling the moment too much, he almost nips at your ear when someone clears their throat loudly for the both of you to hear.
He grunts and turns to see his all his coworkers and many fans looking at the both of you. One of them, Sukuna, taps his wrist, indicating that time is up.
Satoru rolls his eyes because even though he can’t see it, he knows that Sukuna is holding in a laugh. He gives your hand a final kiss and sends you off again. You don’t say anything and he wonders if he had gone too far.
He stands next to the other love interests and begins saying goodbye to their fans. He watches you join the crowd and hug your friend tightly. You seemed shock and he wish he could tell whether it was out of fear or pleasure.
Everyone starts waving to the crowd which is practically wailing. Today is the last day for fan interactions. Or so they think.
“Hello players! We’re excited to surprise you with a special meet-the-cosplayer interaction tomorrow afternoon to end the con! You may enter a raffle for the chance to win a thirty minute private interview with your favourite cosplayer. Please see the front desk to enter!”
The crowd goes crazy with this information and some girls even leave to register immediately. But you just remain standing but Satoru can tell that you’re excited for the event. Your eyes light up and you start to shake your friend aggressively.
As Satoru and the rest are escorted into their shared green room, Satoru flops onto the couch, exhausted.
“One more day, guys!” Choso exclaims.
“Barely. It’ll be just half an hour tomorrow,” Sukuna huffs. “Satoru!”
Satoru groans. He hates the sound of Sukuna’s voice and would honestly kill him if he could. “What?”
“Who’s that girl you were all lovey dovey with? Thought we were gonna get a porno for free. Honestly, wouldn’t have minded—“
“Shut the fuck up,” Satoru snaps.
“He’s right, y’know? That felt realistically intimate,” Suguru comments.
“Maybe you guys don’t watch me enough. That was completely normal for my character.”
“Sure, Satoru,” Sukuna mocks.
Everyone seems to find this funny. Except Satoru. He keeps a straight face when everyone else is giggling at him.
After a few minutes of getting out of their cosplays, someone knocks at the door.
“Hey, guys. The raffles are in. We had to limit the time to sign up, there were so many girls lined up.” She hands everyone a fishbowl with slips of paper that filled them to the top. “You’re definitely popular tonight, Satoru.”
His bowl was basically overfilled and he sneers. This makes chances of picking you, much lower— and that’s if you signed up.
The worker leaves them be and all the other guys stick their hand in and pulls out random names but Satoru refuses to let this opportunity pass by. He takes a few slips of paper out and looks through all of them.
“Hey, that’s cheating,” Suguru remarks.
“Does it look like I give a flying fuck?” Satoru continues looking through the names but it doesn’t take long until he finds your name at the top of the bowl, buried by only a couple of names.
Satoru’s eyes glow but soon dim when he hears an eruption of laughter come from the other guys.
“But that girl wasn’t special, right?” Sukuna smiles.
“Fuck you,” Satoru barks, holding the piece of paper delicately between his fingers.
“I’m sure she’d love that more than me.”
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Day three:
It was your first time ever being able to participate in a convention. You were excited to learn that your favourite otome game was holding fan interactions.
It took many embarrassing conversations between you and your friend, Shoko, to remember that all of this is for pretend and that many other girls have felt the same way as you did.
But there’s just something about your interactions that feel so real…
But that must be in your head! I mean, even if you know Satoru is behind the mask, it’s not like he knew that you did. You’re slightly amazed with how professional he’s been these past two days. Despite knowing you— or at least you hoped he did— he kept his mannerisms towards you the same as he would for any other girl.
Now you’re panicking about whether you should even go to this meet-the-cosplayer event. You had been uneasy about it because it may put tension between your non-existant relationship when you see each other at school.
But seeing how popular his character and cosplay was, you thought the chances of getting chosen were slim to none. So in the last minute, you entered the raffle.
Shoko tries to comfort you, reminding you how lucky you are to be chosen in the first place.
“Are you even sure it’s Satoru? His eyes aren’t even blue and I haven’t seen a strand of snowy white hair anywhere near him,” Shoko asks.
“Yes, I’m sure. I just know,” you groan.
“You both will be fine. Even if it is him, the two of you are too shy to do anything about it. Probably a couple of awkward glances but you’re both in the same boat.” You glance at her, slightly confused. “You know, cosplaying for an otome game? It’s not like you could out the other for being weird.”
“That’s not the point,” you huff.
“Then what is? Maybe you guys can become friends.” She nudges your shoulder and you push her lightly.
“After the freaky shit we’ve been through? No thanks.”
“Could be worse. You guys almost fucked in front of everyone. Now that would be freaky.”
“We didn’t almost fuck,” you fight back.
“Sure looked like it.”
“This is why I’ve been telling you to get your eyes checked.”
“You have to admit that he was a bit out of line. He looked like he was spreading you open in front of everyone!”
You roll your eyes but deep down, you know that you agree. After that interaction, you walked back and many girls were staring at you, eyeing you with disgust.
“Okay, maybe. But it might’ve been because I was the last girl of the day. Finish the day strong?” you suggest.
“Oh, but I’m delusional?”
“I think you’re jumping into unrealistic conclusions. He plays a character for an otome game.”
“Yeah, and you’re supposed to play the dumb female lead, not actually be dumb.”
You only roll your eyes and drag her through the art booths to distract both of you, but it was really for yourself.
Your time slot to “meet the cosplayer” was from 8:15 to 8:45 p.m. and you had gone to the convention at 9 a.m. to enjoy the rest of the convention for its last day. But even though time flies when you’re having fun, it also flies when you dread an upcoming event.
9 a.m. turned into lunch and then turned into the end of the day in the span of what felt like ten minutes. Your heart was pounding as you confirmed your personal information at the front desk for the event.
The lady led you into a waiting area and you took a seat, your leg bouncing at an ungodly pace. The clock ticking is the only thing you can hear until a girl rushes out and turns to face you with a huge grin on her face.
“Hey! You’re the last one I think. Are you excited?”
“Yeah, a little nervous though.”
“Don’t be! They’re all super nice according to my guy. But take my word with a grain of salt.”
You tell her about which character you’re meeting and she reassures you, telling you that the love interest she met up with said that he’s equally as nervous to meet “his girl” too.
A worker comes to let you know that it’s your turn and you nod, getting up and smiling at the girl.
“Thanks, I feel a bit relaxed now.”
“Have fun!” she exclaims.
You thank her one last time and follow the lady into a warmly lit room that had a table and two chairs facing each other on either side of it.
“Enjoy. The only rule is to try to keep it PG,” she sighs. “We still have cameras on you. But feel free to chat about anything, we thankfully can’t hear anything. We’ve already seen too much.”
You laugh awkwardly, knowing exactly what she means by that. That won’t be happening though, right?
There’s some sort of ritual chanting happening behind the doors when she opens it again and it takes a few minutes before the person you’re sure is Satoru walks in. When he does, he uses his hands to shoo a laughing crowd away and shuts the door loudly.
“Sorry about that.”
Unfortunately, even after you hear his voice, you can’t tell if it’s Satoru. He doesn’t speak much in class and when he does, his voice is barely above a whisper.
“That’s alright.” You flash him a sweet smile.
He takes a seat in front of you and sighs.
“Hi.” You fiddle with your fingers underneath the table and pray you survive the next half hour.
“Hello. I’d like to thank you for taking the time to meet with me.” His formality makes you snicker underneath your breath.
“Yeah, I didn’t think I’d win,” you admit. “I put my ticket in at the last minute.”
“A lucky girl, hm?”
“You could say that.” You wink playfully and the both of you laugh. “So what’s it like? Do you like cosplaying?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He eyes you down quickly and you remember the cosplay you have on.
It’s pretty simple, really. It’s a white button up shirt and black pants with matching boots. What made it especially unique is the amount of leather straps you had. They were on your chest, waist and thighs.
You had a form of weaponry gear around your legs that you had taken off when you sat down earlier.
“Well, I love it! It helps me express myself. But I don’t have to stay in character all the time like you.”
“I only act most of the time. Not with you though,” he says in a smug voice.
“See? You’re still in character!” You point at him accusingly.
“Like I said, I don’t act with you.”
“Wow. You really don’t break character. I see a bright future ahead of you.” You lean back on the chair and nod.
“You’re stubborn, aren’t you?”
“Excuse you—“
“To answer your question, I like it too. I’m able to be confident in all the characters I cosplay as.”
He pauses.
“The face mask helps a lot.”
“I see. Is that what the mask is for?”
“Well, no,” he starts. “It’s so that we only use eye makeup, leaving the rest of our face up to your imagination. Some people do it for identity protection too.”
“I see.”
“Though, I doubt anyone would be able to find me even without my mask. My wig and eye contacts already do good job of hiding who I really am.”
“Hm, really? Let me see then.”
The words slip out before you could even think about them. You roll your lips inwards and smack them quickly.
“You don’t actually have to! I was just—“
“Okay. I’d like to see if you could recognize who I am. I think you know me.”
Unbeknownst to him, you already know exactly who he is.
He takes the mask off at a teasing pace and when it comes off, there is no denying that it’s Satoru. You could recognize that shy smile anywhere.
“Hmmm,” you pretend to think. “You look like someone from my college.”
“Maybe,” he shrugs.
“Yeah, but he’s got white hair… and really blue eyes.”
“He sounds like a very handsome guy.”
“He is. I’ve never talked to him though.”
Satoru’s face turns a faint red and he looks away for a second.
“Hm, maybe he’s too shy,” he says through pursed lips.
“Sucks then. He’s really cute.”
At this point, you both are looking at each others with blood rushing through your faces. When Satoru smiles a little, you burst out laughing.
“This is so embarrassing.” You drag your hands down your face.
“This is much worse for me, don’t even,” he argues, laughing.
You two continue to debate each other about who has it worse but by the end you agree that you’re both in equally embarrassing positions. You swear to each other that you’d keep this a secret.
Your conversation moves to your shared classes and missing assignments and then to your favourite animes.
Thirty minutes disappear in a blink of an eye and your laughing is interrupted with a worker knocking on the door and entering.
“Thirty minutes is up!”
Your smile falters a little bit as you get up and tuck your chair in.
“Man, you seem so chill. We should’ve talked sooner,” you say.
“I think becoming friends through intimate fan interactions is much more interesting.”
“Very,” you agree.
As you walk out the door, he follows closely behind.
“So, uh… the convention ends in like fifteen minutes and I was wondering.. maybe you’d like to get a bite after this? I know this cafe we can go to.”
“Sure! I’d love to.”
“Great! I’ll meet you in front of the main entrance?”
“I’ll see you there in fifteen. Goodbye now!”
He waves you a goodbye as you walk out. Shoko is outside waiting patiently.
“Hey, how was it?”
“It was pretty good. He’s really sweet.”
“Hm. Anything else?”
“We’re going to a cafe after the convention ends.”
“Holy shit! Bagged a date already? I’m proud of you.” Shoko wraps her arms around you and squeezes tightly.
“It’s not a date.”
“Whatever you say.”
Just then, a loud rumble of girls can be heard to your left. You and Shoko turn to see what they’re looking at and realize that all the cosplayers are leaving the con.
You search for Satoru’s familiar eyes and find them almost immediately. When he finds you, he gives you a flying kiss and you catch it, bringing your hand to your heart.
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After you spent around an hour and a half at the cafe, it was already 10:30 p.m. and you were riding comfortably in the passenger seat of his car.
“Do you want to come over? I live nearby and it’s pretty late.”
“Yeah, sure. I don’t think the trains are running at this time anymore.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” you repeat.
When you reach his house, your mouth hangs open when you enter his room. It’s covered in shelves filled with manga and figures.
“Oh my goodness. Satoru!”
“Y-yes?”
“You’re so cool! These are so cool.”
He hums and straightens his posture to appear more confident and smirks. “Yeah, I even have your character that you’re cosplaying too, look.”
He holds up a figure of a girl in the middle of running and wearing a serious expression.
“Wow, it’s so detailed.”
“Yeah! It’s got the same details as your cosplay.” He tugs at your chest harness and grazes his thumb over it. “You see these belt loops?”
Your face grazes over his hair but he’s too distracted with your cosplay to notice. He continues to drone about the similarities your outfit had with the figure.
“The straps are functional but also aesthetically pleasing. They’re so hot on her.” He looks up at your flustered face and backs away immediately. “Sorry! Jeez I should.. uh.. go get out of cosplay. I’ll get you clothes too.”
“Okay.” You sit on the edge of his bed and wait patiently.
It doesn’t take long before he returns, his platinum white hair and bright blue eyes back on his face. He hands you a sweater and a pair of shorts, rubbing the back of his head.
“Sorry, I don’t have any girl family members to borrow clothes from.”
“That’s okay.” You take the clothes and place it in your lap, unbuttoning the first button of your white shirt.
“Oh, shit— sorry I’ll—“
“You can stay. I need help anyway.”
“Okay.” He shuts up pretty quickly and takes a seat next to you on the bed. “What is it that you need help with?”
“Can you help me with this harness?”
“S-sure!”
His hands shakily approach the harness and you can feel his breath through the thin fabric of the shirt. He has trouble with the harness and ends up pulling at it tightly, squishing your tits in the process.
A raspy moan escapes your throat and you try to cover it up with a cough.
“Sorry, I can see why you need help,” he says weakly, finally unclasping the harness.
You start to unbutton your shirt completely and point to your hips, where another harness rests. He struggles for a second but it comes off much faster.
“Is that the last of— oh.”
He looks back up at you and sees your shirt completely unbuttoned, your black lacy bra the only thing covering your upper half.
“That’s all, right? I’m gonna—”
Before he can get up, you tug at his wrist and pull him into your lap, your noses touching harshly.
“Ow..” you whisper. “Sorry, I was trying to do—“
Your sentence is cut off short when he grabs your face and kisses you with desperation coating his lips.
Your soft kiss turns into an intense battle of dominance between your tongues, with you winning in the end. When you both pull away for air, you’re both breathing heavily with wet lips.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”
“Just kiss?” you pretend to pout.
“Ah— well, much more but—“
“Tell me?” You kiss his neck and give it a light bite to leave a mark.
He moans out a little and starts to grind on your hips. He pulls at his own belt and removes it quickly before hopping onto your lap again.
“Eager, are we?” you tease, shaking your leg up and down.
“Please. I want you so bad— you’re so pretty.”
“Hmmm.”
You press against the bulge of his underwear and watch his facial expressions distort into a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Don’t tease— mmmgh please,” he whines, giving your neck a gentle kiss.
“Okay, okay. I won’t.”
You slip his cock out of his briefs and begin to stroke gently, but he’s already a moaning mess.
“F-fuck I’m gonna cum…” he whispers into your neck.
“Already?” You laugh.
“Don’t laugh… I’m still a virgin.”
“Me too.”
Somehow, that seems to make Satoru go crazier as he begins to thrust into your hand. You keep looking up at his flushed face whilst pumping his cock quickly.
As a pathetic attempt to cover his moans, he bites onto the back of his hand.
“Wait— slow d-down! I’m— hahh- hmmfghh-“
You choose to pump faster anyway and feel him convulse underneath you and cum hit your chest. The warm fluid trickles down your stomach and you scoop some up with your finger and lick teasingly.
“You taste sweet.”
“Please let me eat you out. I’m gonna cum thinking about it.”
His hand creeps under your bra and he starts massaging your breast, giving you kisses all over your face.
“Alright alright no need to be desperate— oh!”
He pushes you down to the bed with one hand and slides out of his shirt and briefs quickly. He tugs at your loose pants but realized that they’re not completely undone.
The thigh straps are preventing him from pulling them down completely. His hands are all over you, desperate for any skin to skin contact. Your shirt disappears along with your bra, but he can’t get your damn pants off.
“What the fuck.. help me, please.. how do I undo this?”
He flips you onto your back and fiddles with the clasps of the straps.
“Satoru—“
“Baby, I’m gonna cum if you say my name again— ahh..”
Satoru finally unfastens the straps, pulling your pants down in the same second and you swear you feel his drool coat your entrance.
“Uh, hey—“
“Shhhh.” He pushes your head onto the mattress, slightly suffocating you.
He dismisses your muffled cries and presses on the back of your thighs, urging you to lift your ass up. With your face pressed against the mattress and ass up in the air, Satoru licks at your thighs before tonguing your cunt suddenly.
He’s practically lapping at it like a dog, the feeling overwhelming for your first time.
“Satoru! Fuck— wait!”
“C-can’t,” he whimpers against your drenched hole, sticking a finger in it. “Do you like that?”
He shoves another finger in, scissoring you open whilst still licking your entrance.
“Hmgh— Satoru please,” you cry out, but not really sure what you’re begging for.
Just as you’re about to cum, he takes his fingers out and moves them to your clit, rubbing just as fast as he was pumping them earlier. He’s sucking at your aching cunt which pushes you over the edge, making you a trembling mess beneath him.
“Agh— cumming!”
Your first orgasm shakes you up and leaves you drooling on his white bedsheets. He doesn’t give you any time to calm down, his hands on your ass again immediately.
“I can’t hold back anymore, baby.” You feel the tip of his cock poke your entrance before sliding in. “You’ve been teasing me so much.”
He spreads your ass further and enters you completely with his balls pressed against your waist. You’re too fucked out to say anything, giving him full control over your body.
He grabs onto your waist and starts driving into you at an unbearable pace, not easing you to his huge cock. The bed underneath you shakes loudly but your moans are somehow louder.
“S-Satoru, what the fuck?! I’m still— hmpffff— sensitive!”
Your legs are wobbling and threaten to give way, so Satoru uses his hands to keep you in your bent over position.
“Sorry, baby. Can’t wait— hngh— when you look like this.”
His thrusts only get more aggressive from there, making you lose your mind.
“F-fah fuck, Satoru, I’m gonna cum!” Your tears are prickling with tears but he leans down to kiss them away.
“Yeah? Cum for me, baby.”
His thrusts don’t get more forgiving but it feels like he’s rutting into you.
“Shit— anghhh!”
He lets go of your thighs and your legs fall flat on the bed, your feet dangling off the edge. You feel hot cum spurt inside of you, filling you up completely.
“Satoru,” you whine. “Feels so full.”
“Aw, I know, I know. You’ll let me clean you up, right?”
Your eyes widen when his mouth is back on your cunt, giving you small kitten licks.
“What the— Satoru! I can’t, it’s too much!”
He groans into your cum leaking pussy, dragging his tongue everywhere. The pressure of his hands on your legs again make you sure that he’s going to leave marks.
“You taste so good. I’m gonna cum again— hah.”
His mouth unlatches from your overly sensitive cunt and you turn around, watching him hump the bed, next to your feet.
You watch his cock twitch before releasing ropes of cum again before he flips you over and jumps on you. He peppers you with wet kisses and the occasional lick on your lips.
“You’re mine now, right?”
“Satoru—”
“Right?” he repeats.
“Yes, I’m yours.”
I wanna turn this into a series cuz in my head cosplayer Satoru is a huge perv and I’ve got like four scenarios in my head
also gojo IS caleb bro trust