satoru refuses to believe it. he wont. who could hate dirty talk? nobody of course!
— that was what he’d thought before you yourself had confessed to your strong dislike for it.
“but why? i thought you loved it!” hes so pouty, and definitely in denial. “dunno, toru.. it’s just.. cringe?” yeah. that does it for him. definitely. from that moment on, he swore that he’d get you to love dirty talk, he himself would make sure of it.
he started by slowly conditioning it onto you. aww, you text him that you’d finished your assignment after days of procrastination? he’d call you just to let you know that you’re “such a good fuckin’ girl” and that hes “so proud of you baby”.
so fucked out on his cock that you cant even fucking think? you bet hes whispering the nastiest shit in your ears. “ya really gonna come again? hm? gonna make a mess all over my dick?” “fuck, thats right, suckin’ me in like the whore you are, this pussy was made me for wasnt it?” and god, how you dumbly nod your head with the smallest ‘yea’
and when it gets so good that you finally, finally start playing along. “fuck your pussy daddy! m,make me yours, all yours!”
you don’t even register the words that come out of your mouth, just babbling whatever shit that made its way to the tippy top of your dumb pleasure filled brain
safe to say a couple weeks after that silly statement of urs gojo definitely did get you addicted to dirty talk.