TORU V. TOSHI: EAT CHOBANI OFF OF ME !
Fanart by smokeigheh on X | OC by @sweethearticism | 1.5k
⚠️: SEPARATE SCENARIOS !! suggestive, fluff, body worship, NOT incest, cursing, Nerdtoru, Fratoshi, “just a friend”, pining, nipple play
I just wanted something a little more intimate, yet still unserious and freaky, than the smut fics I’ve been writing. Chobani is a bit overrated imo (expensive where I live), but I want to try other flavors since it sound snice! ++ My last few fics have been flops, but oh well!
I. Satoru Gojo
It was just a stupid thought. You didn’t really think he’d say yes. At best, you thought that he’d brush it off as a joke. But no, when you sent Satoru a video of a yogurt flavor you really wanted to try with the caption, “Wanna eat Chobani off of me?” He immediately jumped at the opportunity to do so.
Y/N
toruuuu
sent you a reel
;)
Satoru
fr???
FR???
don’t play w me please :((
[ 😆 1 ]
Y/N
wait wait
u really want to?
Satoru
ofc, angel
I’ll buy you the yogurt then come over?
Y/N
now?
Satoru
ya
Y/N
let me trim the bush rq
[ 🤤 1 ]
Satoru
u don’t need to
but ok ;)
[ 💗 1 ]
While Satoru happily buys you your yogurt, you start with a quick yet simple trimming routine. To be completely honest, you were a bit nervous. You’ve never done anything like this before.
However, you knew that if you were going to do it with anyone, it would be with Satoru, your best friend. Just. a friend.
A hot minute later, he enters your flat. He’s still baffled every time he enters the small space. How could you even live properly with just a bedroom and a bathroom?
“‘Toru! You didn’t knock!” You reprimand the white-haired nuisance, who looked at you with puppy eyes.
“Sorry, pretty… got too excited, had to use my keys.” Right. He has keys to your dorm, but he’s just a friend.
He was panting, buff arms still visibly flexing under the thick fabric of his hoodie.
In his arms sat a brown paper bag, which was filled with Chobani. He got a bunch of flavors. Your eyes widened as you read the fusion of words on the labels that you’ve never seen together before.
“Raspberry Rose Dairy Creamer? Really?” You looked up at his baby blues, unamused.
He feels embarrassed, he definitely bought way too much! “I’ll eat all of them with you, baby. I promise, scout’s honor!”
“You’re not a scout.”
“You don’t know that.”
You roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”
“I know.” He pouts as he pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
“You better not waste a single drop.” You say, fighting the smile that’s starting to tug on the corner of your lip.
“I won’t, angel…” He whispers as he kneels in front of you, who sat at the edge of the bed.
“Good.” You finally smile, more conniving than intended.
A soft towel was already laid underneath you to catch any stray yogurt from your body later. You move back, wanting him to climb onto the bed with you.
He notices your signals and moves to hover over you. An awkward and nervous smile staked its claim on his lips. In theory, he should be excited, this was one of his most awaited sexual fantasies! However, he was scared that you find him to be a bit of a loser.
Unlike his brother, Satoru was less experienced. Yes, he could be cocky and arrogant, but while naked in bed with you? Fuck, just kill him.
You kiss the apple of his cheek and ask him to calm down in a gentle tone. He tries, really tries to breathe properly. Satoru swears he knows how to inhale and exhale.
“You’re so cute, ‘Toru…” You giggle, removing your shirt to discard on the floor.
Nothing else was underneath the thin fabric, you were completely exposed. He wishes that he was as confident as you were in this moment. But were you really that confident?
You were dying inside, heart beating out of your chest and ringing in your ears.
Has he always this been pretty? Did his eyes really sparkle under a cheap bulb or were you just going crazy?
His breath hitches as he takes your whole form in. You were so pretty, only having your pretty pink panties to cover whatever dignity you have left.
“Stop looking at me like that…” You huff, turning your head away.
He chuckles, “Like what?” His tone changes from nervous to mischievous.
Satoru leans in closer, breath warm against your plush skin. You could only whimper in response.
“Since when the hell did you decide to be so confident, huh?”
“Since you decided to blush like a tomato.”
“Satoru!” You scold.
He laughs. “Sorry, sorry, angel… you’re just so beautiful… I just… fuck.” He hides himself on your neck. “Since when were you so pretty?”
You wrap your arms around his neck. “You think I’m pretty?”
“The prettiest.” He breathes.
After a quiet moment of vulnerability, Satoru starts opening his first pack of yogurt. First, he feeds you. “D’ya like that flavor, pretty?”
You nod.
“Ah, ah, swallow then use your words f’me.” He chuckles, enjoying your tame self.
“I like the flavor, ‘Toru…”
He smiles then spreads the yogurt around your areolae. A whimper escapes your lips at the sudden feel of cold liquid against your skin, specifically near the sensitive buds.
Slowly, Satoru leans down and licks around your nipple, cleaning it up nicely. “Hm, you’re right, angel. This tastes nice…” He says as the white creamy liquid left stains on his thinly rimmed glasses. His expression looked obscenely cute like you just sat on his face and came.
He peppers kisses all over your skin, smiling to himself as he did so. “Gorgeous…” Satoru may be able to put up a facade in front of others, but when your splayed out on the bed beautifully under him, he’d rather just worship the sight.
“Next flavor?” He grins and you nod, arms coming together to hold your face as if it would keep your brain from short-circuiting.
II. Satoshi Gojo
It wasn’t from a video, not from anything you’ve seen. One day, you just had a hankering for yogurt, and the idea popped into your head. Now, your freaky little mind won’t let go of this newfound fantasy.
Some people were into it, right? Eating or drinking random shit on other people. How do you think body shots were invented?
The only problem was that you didn’t know who to tell.
So when you were in Satoshi’s room, drunk as a skunk while eating Chobani after a party, you couldn’t keep the thought in. “‘Toshi…” You start.
He turns to look at you, who was sitting on the floor, back against a wall. “Yes, baby?”
You took a spoonful of yogurt before answering. “Do you have more Chobani?”
Satoshi checks his mini fridge and takes out two more small tubs of your favorite creamy delicacy. “Of course I do, pretty. All for you.” He smiled sweetly as he crouched in front of you.
You were so pliant and ditzy when drunk.
“Which one does my lovely girl want?”
“You.”
Satoshi looks back at you, confused. “‘m not on the menu, pretty.”
“Nonono… I mean… do you…”
He looks at you expectantly.
“D’ya wanna eat Chobani off of me?” You ask shyly, barely able to look him in the eyes.
He smiles then chuckles, low. “Do you want me to?”
You nod. “Please?”
“Sure, baby.” He says, helping you up onto his bed and setting your finished yogurt to the side. “I get to choose the flavor, yeah?”
“Mhm…”
“Can you take your shirt off for me, sweets? Or do you want me to do it for you?”
“Please help me…” You say as you were already struggling enough while trying to find the right words to make your sentences coherent.
Again, Satoshi laughs and helps you out of your clothes, leaving you in just your panties, pretty red ones he had gotten for you a while back. Your discarded bra was from the same set, which made him all the more happy.
He gave one of your breasts a soft squeeze, kissing the nipple gently. “Perky.” He teased as your buds hardened under the cool air in his room.
His lips made its way to your lips, making sure it would never feel another man’s kiss. You were his and his only even if he’d never say it out loud.
The two of you have never been ashamed of getting naked in front of one another, but this was different. It was too sensual—too intimate like something lovers would do. Unfortunately, that’s not what the two of you were. You really doubt that either of you would be vulnerable enough to say it.
You don’t even think you want to say it.
“You’re so pretty, doll. Like a goddess.” He rasps.
He dumps the yogurt between your tits, lapping immediately at it like he was starved for a fortnight. “Fucking amazing…” He mumbles against your skin. His tongue wrote his name on your collar, its piercing doing wonders as it raises your goosebumps.
A whimper escapes your lips as he started leaving marks, staking his claim. Satoshi’s always been like this, acting like you were his but never taking the extra mile to make it known. Well, the “extra mile” was really just confirming it.
Satoshi wonders what other foods he could eat off of you. Would sushi near your pussy be able to sustain him?
Fuck, he wishes you told him about this sooner. He’s so in love with you, your body, and your freaky little mind.
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