i wanna be yours
You found out your boyfriend of a year was literally stalking your every move, tracking your car, cameras in your house, the man was also extremely jealous and just... well, psycho. As much as you love Satoru Gojo - your fellow professor - you can't just accept this sort of thing! Six months later, you are trying to move on with someone 'normal' but Satoru Gojo is not letting you go that easily - he needs you to see that you should be all his, and if that means baby trapping you and ruining any chance you have with that nerdy professor Nanami? That's what he'll do. <3
pairings - yan professor! gojo x professor! reader
warnings - stalking, yandere behavior, obsession, jealousy, masturbation, panty stealing, Satoru is SO unhinged lmaoo, Gojo ruining Nanami's date with us, oral (m and f receiving), cumplay, edging, overstim, spitting, creampie, babytrapping, heavy breed kink, tummy bulges, Nanami slander tbh lol, size kink, Satoru being a giant red flag but we get fucked dumb by him <3 wc- 10.8k
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Satoru couldn’t stand how badly it made him angry when he had to watch you in those little pencil skirts, walking down the fucking halls – that ass just begging for his hands. You are smiling all pretty at everyone there – aside from him of course, all Satoru gets from you is a mean little scowl, your brows lowered and your lips pursed.
Lips he remembers wrapping his cock just six months ago, fucking your pretty throat till you were hoarse during your lectures, and fuck did he love that too. He loved to sit in on them after, smirking at you and leaned back on the wall of that class, seeing how utterly flustered you become.
Satoru loved to bury his face between your thighs as you graded papers, loved to fuck you right on his desk, bending you over and pumping you full of cum. If you weren’t so stubborn he’d have had you pregnant, but of course you took your stupid birth control, taking all those creampies and not realizing the goal of them was to knock you up.
You wanted your career, but you didn’t need it – Satoru was filthy rich, you could easily just be his pretty wife and let him fill you with all his babies. Surely that was what you needed, even if you couldn’t see it, but perhaps Satoru should have just told you all along that he planned on it, rather than acting even semi-normal.
He was sort of normal before he met you, before he started watching you, making sure you ‘needed’ him in any way he could figure out, and the moment he got his mouth latched around your clit you’d forgotten your own name. The first night he fucked you right against that wall and he busted inside you, licking it right back out of your drippy cunt?
Well you had hearts in your eyes.
Yet you got tired quickly of his jealousy, of how psychotic he was when even the slightest thing made him possessive. Professor Nanami getting a little too flirtatious? Satoru dragged you into the nearest classroom and fucked you right on a lab table, uncaring of the noise your slutty hole was making, whispering how you’re – his, his, his – over and over again.
You’d act all mad at him too but he knows how wet you were, how you’d arch and cry out, when he’d tell you to keep his cum inside all day and he’d finger it out of you after work was done. Have you at his penthouse every day of the fucking week, keeping more and more of your things there, making sure to lick the mess off your panties when you left them.
When you were back at home? Well, Satoru watched you then too, he had to make sure his girlfriend was safe, after all, but you eventually found the camera and lost your shit on him. He’d made sure to fuck you right in front of it and have you watch it later, until you forgot all about how mad you were, thrown in a mating press with spit dripping in your mouth.
Satoru loved you and you left him because he’s what – ‘too psychotic’!? Well how else is he supposed to be when he can smell your very scent from across the damn hall? When you’re in his every dream – even the filthy little daydreams? When he knows your future is to have his babies and be his wife? What was normal about any of that, really?
He’s tried for months to get you back, but showing up to your house, even with a fucking vintage boombox playing your favorite song didn’t work. Sneaking touches and kissing your neck anytime he got close didn’t work. Sending baby clothes to your house with a little note how he will fill you up with kids?
Even that didn’t work – you left his gifts on the porch!
Satoru walks up to you now in that hall and you’re trembling just a bit, your thighs pressing together like on instinct. His pretty blue eyes dart to the motion, knowing how fucking needy you are, he knows your little fingers aren’t doing anything. It’s almost cute how you try to make yourself cum, he loves to watch it on the one camera you haven’t snuffed out yet.
Was it so wrong to do that?
“Hey sweetheart,” he murmurs, in the way that always fucks you up.
“I’m not your sweetheart,” you whisper, his smirk curves up even more, tilting his head and studying you in that maddening way only he can. “What do you want, Gojo?”
“Ouch, I’m Gojo now, huh?”
You will not fall for his pretty blue eyes and how good he smells, your body may remember how good it felt to get bent over and filled by him, but you can hold strong. You have a date with a normal human being soon, after all, and the last thing you need was Satoru to fuck you up all over again.
Toxic, spying, obsessive and jealous. You don't want to handle phone tracking and constant jealousy, and you sure the fuck weren't going to go back.
Right?
Right.
He licks his plump lower lip, making it impossibly glossy, your heart hammers in your chest at the sight, your eyes glossing over as you study him, breasts rising and falling with your quick breaths. How he looks at you like he can already picture you on your knees, choking on him, that damn smirk as if he can just tell where your mind is – it's maddening.
“Mr. Gojo I mean,” he laughs softly, leaning low so that he's almost touching you, so tall you have to crank your damn head up. “How can I help you, sir?”
“Oh you wanna call me sir, hmm? Just dying to have me leak pre in the halls,” you scoff and walk past him, making him follow you on your heels.
“I'm busy.”
“Busy doing what?”
“Getting ready to go home,” you look over your shoulder then. “For a date.”
Satoru Gojo glares, his jaw setting.
You think you can date anyone but him?
“A what now!?” He hisses, catching up to you quickly with his long ass legs.
“A date, yes, why are you following me? Oh god, are you sniffing me, Satoru!?”
“Hah… yeah,” he straight up inhales you when you pause, earning a smack right on his shoulder. “You changed my favorite shampoo, too? How much are you trying to break me.”
Satoru Gojo is like a six foot four puppy really.
He’s pouting as you walk even faster, not like you can out pace his lanky ass legs though. He’s quickly following you towards your car, you spin around and raise a brow. “Gojo, seriously back off.”
“Who are you going on a date with?”
You roll your eyes again. “I said it’s really none of your business.”
“What if he’s a creep?”
“Like you?” He pouts more, and you sigh, rolling your eyes and leaning back against your car door. “It’s Professor Nanami.”
Satoru’s brows lower, his lips pressed together. “What?”
“You heard me, Professor Nanami,” you sigh and turn to get in your car, he stands right behind you, making you tremble with his hard body pressing against your back. “Gojo…”
“You don’t miss me at all?” He brushes your hair back as he leans over you, his lips barely brushing against the shell of your ear, your body immediately responds – nipples pebbling right up, cunt aching and wet.
Fuck Satoru Gojo.
“I can’t miss a psycho who has no sense of personal space,” your words are not matching your tone – all breathy and weak, trembling with need – his hand pressing on your tummy, sighing against your neck.
“I wish I put a baby inside you last time I pumped you full of cum,” you suck in a breath, glaring back at him, with his psychotically glinting eyes. “Imagine, you’d already have been so round with me, what – six months now?”
“Gojo…”
“Your tits would already be dripping milk,” he sighs, inhaling you again, fingers splaying that still flat stomach that he’s aching to see round – he feels you tensing in front of him, your breaths coming quicker. “You’d be so fuckin’ pretty having my babies.”
“What’s wrong with you, god you’re so…” You want it all, and you can’t – you have a damn career, you’re not a baby maker for a psycho.
Right?
“I’m so – what?” He taunts you now, you know anyone could fucking see you both and you’d be the talk of the damn school – they already gossiped to all hell when you two started dating and when you broke up.
“So psychotic,” your hand goes on his to yank it off but you keep it there instead, trying to remember all the reasons you left him. No privacy, jealousy, literal stalking and tracking, you can’t just forget it all because you’re aching for him, because you miss him – all of him, not just his body.
You miss how good you felt in his arms, laying next to him – why did he have to be an insanely jealous psycho?
“You love that about me,” you shake your head, resting it against his chest for a quick moment, before tugging his wrist off and looking back at him. “Don’t go on a date with him.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, we’re not together,” Satoru glares when you slip in the door. “I’m going on a date with a normal man, one who doesn’t stalk me.”
“Boring as fuck,” you snort and roll your eyes, shutting the door and putting your car into drive, leaving him just standing there when you glare out your window, hands clenched into fists.
No way would he let his future baby mama and wife just casually leave him for Nanami of all people. Satoru walks back into the college and towards the break room, seeing Shoko talking to Nanami then. He pretends to go make coffee – as if he’d drink anything but a mocha frappe with extra foam – ears all sorts of perked up to their conversation.
“You’re going to that Italian place on fifth?” Shoko asks, sipping on her espresso and peering at Satoru curiously.
She better not say anything.
“Yeah I wanted to take her somewhere nice,” Nanami clears his throat, realizing he’s talking about the love of Satoru’s fucking life – or to him, Satoru’s ex girlfriend, dropping his tone a bit. “I never thought she’d say yes.”
“Of course she would, she’s a sweet girl,” Satoru turns and they look at him. “Isn’t she sweet, Satoru?”
“So sweet,” he smiles all friendly, sipping the coffee and grimacing, pouring that shit right down the drain as Shoko snorts in laughter. “Aha, we are still really close.”
“Are you? I thought she couldn’t stand-”
“To be on bad terms, yeah,” he slings his arm around Shoko’s shoulders, she shoves at him. “You know she’s sweet for sure, I wish the best for her.”
“I’m glad there are no hard feelings,” Nanami says, clearing his throat, tugging the knot of his tie. Satoru grins at him.
“You know, some advice? She just loves when you order for her,” Nanami blushes a bit.
“She does?”
“Oh yeah, she loves a man who takes control,” you fucking hate when anyone orders shit for you, but Satoru is feeling devious. “She really just hates spaghetti though, so don’t order any of that.”
“Oh, is Italian not good?”
“No she doesn’t mind other things,” you love spaghetti but you don’t deserve it – breaking his heart the way that you do. “Oh and red wine.”
Just to really piss you off.
“Red wine, order for her… got it,” Nanami clears his throat now, sipping his coffee. “Thanks, Gojo.”
“Of course!”
Satoru cancels his own plans for the night – he has a date to ruin.
*****
“Oh um…” Nanami quickly takes your drink menu that night in the cozy little Italian restaurant, smiling at you and looking at the waitress that evening before you could even look at the options. “I wasn’t-”
“She’ll have the red – a cab.”
Fucking red – it gives you heartburn.
“Oh okay,” you smile thankfully, maybe Nanami is trying to be sweet? He’d held the door open for you and all – Satoru did that too but he also grabbed your ass everywhere you two went as he did, like the little pervert he was. “Uh, thanks, Nanami.”
“Of course, I think I’ll order for us too, appetizers?”
“Sure!” He proceeds to order things you hate, you sigh and peek at the menu, craving spaghetti – it was why you brought this place up anyway, but you’re too polite to say anything, taking your wine and wincing as it touches your tongue. “It’s so… so…” He eyes you, and you put on a fake smile. “So yummy!”
“I’m glad,” he puts a hand on yours over the table, making you blush – you haven’t done anything since Satoru, and honestly?
You wonder if that freak of a man ruined you forever.
The things he did and said were depraved and utterly burned into your brain – how he’d fold you in that mating press, the tip of his cock bruising your cervix over and over. Even now it’s flitting through your mind, you’d had to fuck yourself with your fingers to not completely jump on Nanami. Satoru’s presence triggered your ovulation early, you swear.
You’d tried to kiss him in the car but he’d sort of smiled against your lips – fucking embarassing, his hand on your waist as he murmured against your ear –You look lovely, darling. That made you blush, his lips on your cheek, fuck Nanami smelled good and he was hot, but the man seemed to be an utter gentleman.
Isn’t that what you wanted? Not a depraved slut like Satoru Gojo?
You try to remind yourself of that when the appetizers you absolutely hate come out, and then you see it right over Nanami’s shoulder – Satoru walking right in. His suit tailored perfectly to that well muscled frame you miss over you, Satoru looked lanky but his body was buff underneath all that, a body you remembered far too fucking well – driving you insane just existing in the room.
You did change your shampoo out of spite, but tonight you used the old shampoo, the fancy stuff Satoru bought you that was hundreds of dollars a bottle, and you couldn’t answer why you did it. Touching your cunt in the shower and picturing Satoru on his knees, licking your cunt the hungry way only he ever did.
Your hand comes to brush Nanami’s hair back on purpose, smiling just a bit, you can be flirtatious again, you can be sexy, and you can ignore Gojo.
Gojo who is glaring right at you, walking in your direction.
“Are you fucking serious,” you mumble under your breath, seeing your psychotic ex right across from your table, Nanami is talking about his 401k already, and you have to be honest – you weren’t paying attention.
But you were trying!
“What was that?” Professor Nanami asks, raising a brow – it doesn’t help that Satoru and Nanami haven’t ever been able to stand each other. Apparently friends since high school, he just calls him ‘nerd’ or ‘emo’ every time he's near him.
“Nothing, it's nothing,” Satoru's grinning and walking over, taking a seat and sitting right down in it, leaning back and crossing his legs all casual. Nanami blinks those blond lashes in confusion and you slap your head with your hand.
Fucking Gojo.
“Hey nerd,” Nanami’s lips purse together, his eyes narrowing just a bit as he studies Satoru next to him.
“What are you doing here, Gojo?” Satoru smiles all friendly at him, winking over at you and earning your eye roll as you peer at the menu, shoving it in your face so you can avoid his blue eyes.
“Ah I just love this little restaurant, ya know? I was gonna meet a friend here for drinks, but she’s running late.”
Your turn to look at him.
“She?” Satoru grins.
Good, you should be as jealous as him – if it were possible, of course. Satoru doesn’t have anyone coming, but it’s worth it to see your nostrils flare the tiniest bit, your lips trembling before you bite your lower one, hard. You always did that, always left little teeth marks right in them, he used to love to kiss them, or to run the pearly tip of his cock along it.
He loved to bite them for you.
“Yeah, she is just hitting traffic, thought I’d see how my two favorite colleagues are – ya know, it’s been a week at work, huh? Nanami, how are those stocks?”
“Oh, which stocks?” You almost scream out loud, gratefully taking the water from the waitress, seeing Satoru get her attention with a bat of his pretty white lashes.
“Hey sweetheart,” oh fuck him. “Could I get a sweet drink?”
She giggles at that, and you roll your eyes, gulping your wine too quickly, much to Nanami’s utter horror. “You’re supposed to sip a red like that!”
“Oh… my bad…” You mumble, Satoru’s smirking as the waitress slips him her number, whispering in his ear.
“Uh huh, yeah that’d be great,” when you glare he leans over, a hand on your thigh underneath the table. “Something wrong?”
“Nothing!” You shout it practically, clearing your throat, then leaning close and whispering. “You’re a little whore.”
“Hah, me? Funny since you’re on a fucking date,” his words are mean, a little hiss that tickles your ears and rushes to your core. “It’s funny that you’re jealous when you’re so done you broke my fucking heart.”
“You can’t spy on your girlfriends?!”
“Then become my wife.”
“What!”
“Ahem,” Nanami looks between the two of you, adjusting that tie and sipping his whiskey slowly. “What are you two talking about?”
“Stocks,” you both answer at the same time, laughing even though you can’t stand this little shit.
“Um, Tesla stocks,” you mumble, Nanami lights up.
“Oh! I know a lot about that, so you see – the prime time to…” He goes on until you want to cut your ears off your damn head, and Satoru keeps asking him questions, egging him on.
The waitress brings him this giant rainbow slush drink that looks utterly ridiculous. “Oh thank you! Sweetheart.” He draws out that word on purpose, what he always called you.
“Of course Mr. Gojo,” she’s batting her lashes, standing there far too long, Nanami’s still talking about the market and you want to go the fuck home.
Satoru’s hand won’t leave your thigh, and you don’t push it off like you should – like he’s drawing you in with his toxic ass nature.
“That’s pretty fascinating Nanami,” Satoru says, slurping his drink obnoxiously loud through his bright blue straw, his other hand slipping higher until his thumb finds the slick trailing it, the telltale sign of just how much you miss him. “I think she finds it really interesting too, huh?”
“Y-yes I do,” you bite down on your lip, gulping wine once more, Nanami’s brows drawn together.
“You’re gulping a cabernet!” He chides, Satoru can’t stop snickering next to you.
“Aha, sorry… it’s so yummy!”
“I should take you to a wine tasting, so you can earn a little bit of decorum,” Satoru snorts out his drink and you stomp on his foot with your heel, glaring as he dies laughing over your embarrassment.
“Where’s your date, hmm?” You ask, he sighs dramatically.
“Oh she must be running even later,” he grabs his phone and texts you instead, looking at you under his lashes. “Fuck she’s not feeling well. Oh no I was looking forward to it.”
“What a shame.” Nanami clears his throat and looks at you, when Gojo grabs the waitress’ attention again.
“I’ll just eat with you guys!”
“What now?” Nanami’s glaring when you peek at the phone and see the text from ‘Psycho Toru’.
You’re not changing that name either.
There’s no date, think I’d want anyone when you exist?
You ignore it and put your phone down. “Are you all ready to order meals?”
“Yes-”
“She will have the chicken parm,” you pause, looking at Nanami again.
“I wanted s-”
“Of course,” the waitress cuts you off, leaving you to sigh and sink back in your seat. “And you, Mr. Gojo?”
“Spaghetti please,” he smirks over at you. “So much of it – extra garlic bread too, please? I’m starving.”
Oh fuck him.
“I’ll have the spaghetti too,” Nanami says – you’re sure Gojo is up to something now, the way he’s practically laughing right at the table.
“You would have it,” you grumble, Nanami looks between you both curiously, before peering at his phone. “Gojo, get out of here.”
“What, I can’t have a friendly dinner?” He asks all innocent and cute, like he’s not rubbing the slick on your inner thigh, his eyes so blue they hurt to look at. “We can be civil and move on, right?”
“Sure,” does being civil involve his fingers brushing over your panties, does it involve you pinching his thigh so hard he yelps? “Hah, so civil. Let’s be friends, right Gojo?”
“Right, we can all be friends,” Satoru pulls his fingers back when dinner comes, and you stare sadly at chicken parm, looking longingly at their plates as they slurp the noodles down. “God it’s so yummy.”
“Darling,” Nanami says to you now, pointing at your plate with his fork. “Are you going to eat your meal?”
“Oh sure,” you poke helplessly at it, sighing and then cutting a piece, putting it in your mouth and chewing – it was fine, but the spaghetti looks so good. “Mmm. Yum.”
Satoru bursts out in laughter and you scowl at him, smacking right at his shoulder, he sucks in a breath.
“Ouch! Sure you want an abusive girlfriend, Nanami?”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” ouch. Okay big ouch. You blink a bit, Satoru raises his brow at him. “Not yet at least. This is our first date, as you already know.”
“Right, our first date?” He leans back in his chair and grins. “Well she had her mouth-”
“Full of wine!” You gulp down the rest and hold your glass out, the waitress takes it, brushing her hand against Gojo’s shoulder and making you unreasonably jealous.
How can you be jealous when you left him?
You left him for a reason, right?
“Have some ‘decorum’ sweetheart,” Satoru says, snickering as his hand lands back on your thigh, trailing up and leaving goosebumps, you’re trembling – aching and needy in ways only he can make you. “Sip your cab, isn’t it your favorite?”
“God I love it so much,” Nanami keeps looking between the two of you, lips pressed in a tight line as he dabs the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. “Yay, more cab!”
“Remember the decorum,” you snort then, almost snorting wine out of your nose when he touches your cunt, brushing your slit up and down. “She’s not very lady-like, I’m afraid. Can’t take her anywhere.”
“Can’t take you anywhere!”
“Ahem…” you blink and look at Nanami, who is standing up, taking money out of his wallet and throwing a fuck ton of it down.
“Nanami?”
“I’m… gonna go,” you yank Gojo’s hand off and panic. “I’ll pay for yours too, I guess, Gojo. Even though you’re a rich little idiot.”
“Aww, Nanami! You’re such a sweet nerd.” He grimaces in disgust and turns, leaving your mouth wide open.
“You dick!” You shove at Gojo, he shrugs with his pretty pink lips curved up.
“What, I’ll give you my spaghetti?"
“You did this, I swear,” you hop up and rush after Nanami, catching him out front waiting for the Valet. “Nanami! I’m sorry Gojo came and…”
He looks utterly bored and annoyed, you step back a bit, frowning as he runs a hand over his jacket, smoothing it down on himself. “Ah, I think there’s too much still going on between you both.”
“I mean we did date for a year, so of course there are a lot of feelings… but I was looking forward to tonight! Um, and to get to know you.” Nanami walks over and leans down, you think he might kiss you – but instead he pats your head.
Oh it’s bad.
“Have a good night, you will probably ride home with him, right?”
You blink at that. “I mean I didn’t want to –”
“My car is here,” he smiles awkwardly and just walks the fuck away. “Bye.”
Okay!?
“Well shit – so much for a nice guy,” you grumble to yourself, you drove with Nanami and now you’ll be at the mercy of Satoru or have to grab a ride home on your app. You trudge back in and he’s scooped half of his plate onto yours, you can’t help but melt.
“I got plenty,” he murmurs, letting you sit next to him, acting all innocent and sweet like he didn’t cause all of this. “Did you get a kiss?”
“No, I did not…” You sigh and take your fork, nibbling on it and moaning. “God, that's so good. What, did he think I should watch my carbs or something?”
“No clue,” you narrow your eyes at him, acting all innocent is making you even more suspicious. “You should eat all the carbs you want, baby girl… especially if you wanna carry-”
“Do not breed kink me in the restaurant," you press your thighs together and eat more of it, sighing. “Fuck it’s good.”
“Is it good, baby?”
“I’m not your baby,” you snatch up his drink, slurping it down. “Yum!”
“Hey it’s mine! I’ll get you one,” Satoru calls the flirty waitress back over, and it’s not long until you two are laughing, eating, you’re buzzed from Gojo’s fruity drinks – and it feels too good.
It was good with you all, wasn’t it?
Until you had to find out he bugged your apartment and tracked your car – this psycho would have tracked your body if he found out how.
“Why’d you have to be so toxic, hmm?” Satoru blinks his snowy lashes, leaning close and slipping his hand around, gripping your waist.
“Me, toxic?”
“Yes you,” his fingertips drift up your waist, making you almost arch into the touch, lips a breath from his. “So toxic.”
“I’m just devoted,” you snort and roll your eyes. “Are you done? I’ll take you home, okay?”
“Well you chased my date away, it’s the least you can do.”
******
Satoru loves having you in the passenger seat once more, god it’s been such a shame to not have you dripping on that leather for months now, not to have you humming off key and laying your head on him. Driving alone was shit, and he’s been dying to do anything to have you back with him.
Being alone was shit, when he knew you existed.
“Would I ever have just left you?” Satoru asks, the rain starting to downpour, he sees you trembling and goes to flick on the heat, the wipers flicking back and forth quickly, unable to keep up with how much is coming from the gray clouds.
You say nothing, because you know he’s correct – but damn if you’ll say just how right he is. No matter what you and Satoru went through, he was always one to make sure you made it home safe, even during your worst arguments – the most toxic fights where you’d rush out the car when he was at a red light and try to walk your ass right home.
No, Satoru never let you.
“You had no right coming in and crashing our date,” his hand rests on your knee and you smack it. “I’m serious.”
“Were you having so much fun?” He raises a brow as you hit a red light, it casts a soft glow across his pretty face, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your thigh, it’s giving just a bit underneath his touch, you feel your body responding and curse it.
“Maybe I was.”
“Listening to his accounting?” Satoru leans closer, you can practically taste those mints he always sucks on, your breasts rising and falling with your quick breaths. “His business plans, the 401k? Fascinating.”
“He talked about other things…” Satoru smirks, you roll your eyes. “Fine, it was boring – okay?”
“And he left you without a ride.”
“He surely knew you would.” He looks at you, lashes flickering, reading you like he always was able to.
“Admit you’re glad I came.”
“I’m not,” he scoffs and starts driving, the rain has gotten worse, the very white noise making you sleepy, you find yourself just drifting off just a bit, eyes heavy – yawning and getting far too comfy.
“Nap on my shoulder like you used to.” His voice is too soft, you love it too damn much, you almost forget just why you’re mad at him.
“You mean before I knew you stalked me like a psycho?” He smiles all innocent and cute like he’s not a fucking deviant. “It’s not funny!”
“You love that I watched you play with your pretty cunt.”
“I can’t stand you…” You’re aching even more, his fingers are dancing across your thigh, you’re barely able not to beg him to touch you, not to shove his hand up higher between your thighs.
“Is it my fault that I’m obsessed?”
“It’s not mine!”
“It is, you drive me fucking insane,” you hate what that does – his desperate, insane tone he gets with you, thumb brushing on the outside of your thigh, you barely bite back a whine. “Why do you drive me this crazy, then act like you don’t feel the same?”
“I don’t. I want a normal relationship where I’m not stalked, you psycho!”
“Well sorry that I want to make sure you’re okay!?” Your jaw sets, eyes narrowing as you look at his profile, his eyes dark. “I just need to know where you are and who you’re with.”
“That’s psychotic!”
“It’s loving, you damn brat.”
“Loving, oh god now you’re claiming you loved me?” He comes to a park, the car warmed to the point your cheeks flush, Satoru leans over and cups your face in the way only his big hands can, the ones that cradle you and make you feel so small.
“Of course I fucking love you,” you shake your head, goosebumps rising all over your skin from his touch, heart hammering in your chest so loud it’s deafening – mixing with the rain coating the windshield louder, enshrouding you both in the cool gray fog. “I am so in love I need to make sure you’re mine.”
“That’s possessive!” He hums a bit, turning his head to study you, brushing his other hand down the side of your tit, making your nipples harden to little sensitive peaks underneath your pretty black dress. “Gojo don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what, sweetheart?” You bite down on your lip when his blue eyes swirl and glitter – a million shades of colors, ones you drown in.
“Like that – freaky ass Gojo way you do…” He chuckles softly, sighing and brushing his lips across yours in a ghost of a kiss. “Gojo…”
“Satoru. No, call me Toru like you used to.”
“But-”
“Call me Toru and I’ll get your pretty, needy little cunt off,” you moan when his fingers find you over your panties, the material damp and sticky from a light touch, you’re whining out quietly, hands gripping his dress shirt. “Your fingers never could hit, hmm?”
“Are you s-still spying!?” He just grins and you sigh, shutting your eyes.
“I just love you, and want to make sure you’re mine – all fucking mine, sweetheart, every bit mine.”
“That means watching me touch myself? Ngh!” Satoru’s pressing that cotton up more flush against your plump lips, your nails dig into his chest and earn his moan, breaths coming faster – you can’t just forgive him for stalking you.
Right?
No, just maybe let him make you cum – you’re needy and soaking wet, that’s all this was, right? You’re not excusing the man who tracked your car, cammed your damn house and followed you all over in just a year of being together. You’re not excusing him finding out where your date was somehow and crashing it, ruining it.
“Do you want me to make you squirt again, baby?” You scowl – he’s diabolical and he knows it, voice all husky and sweet like bourbon. “You know that man wouldn’t have been able to handle you – would have scared him.”
“W-would not have… you’re just… mngh, it doesn’t mean I forgive you,” Satoru grins against your neck, his long lashes fluttering against the curve of your neck, moving your panties over just a bit, exposing them to the warmth of the car. “Don’t… I can’t just… ah!”
Suddenly it’s suffocating the need – the scent of Satoru’s practically embedded into your very psyche, the way he takes you over brings you right back to how you were before you acknowledged all the signs. He constantly knew where you were when you weren’t with him – he’d just pop right up. He knew everything about you, including things you’ve never shared.
Anyone who was interested in you before you and Satoru got together quickly disappeared when he started dating you, he always wanted time with you to the point it was as if you all damn near lived together week one. Needy and clingy – you thought it was adorable, his puppy eyes, his needy kisses and pouts when you didn’t give him enough attention.
You didn’t realize just how psycho he was – and you’re not sure you want to know how much more he is than what you’re aware of.
“Admit you miss me,” his whisper ruins your mind – he knows it will and hones in on it like the psycho he really is, pulling back to look down at you, tracing his fingertips in your soppy mess. The sounds of it are filthy, the trail of slick he uses to tease your clit, running little circles until you’re arching your hips. “Ah, guess you don’t wanna cum.”
“I do, I do – god you’re a dick,” he smirks and you drag him down for a kiss.
That’s when you’re done for.
You’ll think of how he’s a psychotic ass, jealous, sadistic little demon tomorrow, not now. Not when the rain is pounding down hard and the windshield wipers stop, letting you both get enshrouded in that cloud. His fingers sink inside and curve up right on your spot, dragging over and over and making that squelch echo in his car, mixing with his deep little chuckle.
“Fuck, you’re already soaking wet, baby I barely touched you. Tch…” Satoru loves to taunt you, to make you lose it even when he’s fucking those long fingers inside your hole. Your thighs clamp down when his thumb brushes your clit. “Ah - ah, keep those thighs open. There you go, listenin’ so well.”
Your thighs tremble as Satoru spreads them, pushing you back just a bit in that leather seat, leaning over you. He fucks you deeper with his digits, lips moving over yours, his long tongue pressing against your much smaller one, swirling it and dripping all his saliva right in your mouth.
It’s like you’re high on him, so dizzy and weak, just gripping that expensive dress shirt and rocking your hips. “That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers, god you really did miss me, hmm? Could he not make you cum?”
“D-didn’t even kiss him, psycho,” he grins against your lips, you’d tell him to stop gloating but he’s curling them again, hitting this spot of yours only he can. Your walls are gripping his digits tightly, earning his desperate groan. “Mnh!”
“No, haven’t kissed anyone this entire time?” He asks softly, possessive look ruining your mind. “Just me, all me? Only me?”
“Just you, fuck you’re s-so insane I swear to - ah! There, there,” you’re yanking at his wrist, keeping his fingers right where they feel so good, shuddering as he looks right at you. Your eyes flutter closed for just a moment, dizzy from the heat, the pressure, the rain making you feel even more light headed. “Gonna cum, gonna cum…”
“You’re still so easy for me,” you can’t manage your usual glare, not when you’re shattering with two more pumps and a whisper of – ‘Go ahead and cum, that’s it – what a good girl.’
“Ngh!” You scream out in the car, head falling back for his hand to wrap your throat, his fingers damn near pushed out with the force of your orgasm, with how much you’re squirting all over. “Satoru… Satoru please…”
“Ah, I’m not Gojo now,” he chuckles, pulling back and pinching your clit between two fingers. You’re gasping out when he pushes your overstimulated cunt right over the edge, leaning low over you – breath ghosting against your swollen lips. “Squirting all down these seats, aren’t you? Messy little slut.”
“You’re… a bratty… slut,” you hardly get the words out, seeing his smirk widen as he rubs your clit back and forth, having squirt embarrassingly gush all down his hands, down the chair and pooling between your thighs.
“You love me, don’t you? Love when I make you cum, love when I fucking ruin your mind,” his words make your breath catch in your throat, that switch of his flicking on and off. “Love me ruining you?”
“I do… fuck you, though…” He’s chuckling, pulling back his long fingers and sucking your juices off them, moaning out loud.
“Your taste, god I need more,” his gaze flickers to your lips, hands brushing over your waist and lower, tugging at your hip and dragging you impossibly closer in the cramped space. “You really wanna go inside and end the night?”
“I have to,” you bite your lower lip and he tugs it out from that grip.
“You'll bite it off…” you stay like that, his thumb tugging your lower lip, smoothing over it. “You have to, huh?”
“You’re toxic…” You whisper, kissing him once more then grabbing the handle, leaving him smirking at you. “Good night. This doesn’t mean shit.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” you rush out in the rain and run inside, Satoru whines when he touches his cock, leaking and sticking to those digimon boxers you thought were so cute.
He sucks what was left of your juices off his thick digits hungrily, slurping it and moaning as he unzips his pants. He sees your silhouette in the window and does his nightly routine – jerking off in front of your living room window, it’s what you’ve reduced him to, after all.
Pathetically stroking his cock and laughing to himself as he runs his palm up and down his shaft – he fucking knows you want him back, you’re fighting it, trying to be all ‘normal’ and shit. But you’re not normal, he knows you love how jealous he is, how you love to get railed by him when he’s furious, you even make him jealous on purpose to see how hard he’ll fuck you.
Now suddenly you’re ‘wanting something stable’!?
No, Satoru knows what’s best for you – and that’s him fucking all your holes, making sure you drip cum – his cum. Drip it next time anyone touches you, be so sore you can’t stand and give your lecture, knock your pretty cunt up so you’ll have to quit, to be all his. It’s just what you need, to be a mom to several babies.
At least six.
“Six babies inside you, hah-” He strokes it and moans, the sounds filthy in the car as the rain pounds down even harder, picturing having you in a mating press after these months of torture. “You want ‘em all, don’t you? I’ll give them to you, don’t worry.”
The thought alone nearly makes him bust right then and there, his fist tightening around the base of his cock, squeezing so he can just fucking prolong his torture – he swipes his fingers right along the seat you squirted all over, moaning.
“Messy little girl,” he whispers, bringing his cum covered fingers to his lips, but it’s just not the same as having you drown his face.
His phone rings and he smirks, putting you on so your voice is echoing through his speakers. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
“You’re just sitting out there…” You sigh and peek at him in the window, shivering just a bit from your clothes, the rain pouring even harder.
“I am,” his hips jerk up, cock thrusting into his closed fist as he hears that pretty little voice. "F-fuck…"
“Satoru, are you jerking off in front of my house!?”
“Yeah – hah, why wouldn’t I with your cunt all over my fingers,” you bite down on your lip, resting your head on the cool glass. “Perfect, pretty cunt just made f’me, think I don’t jerk it every day to you?”
You sigh, hearing the sounds of his strokes, Satoru can see your silhouette move in front of the window, pumping his cock faster, the slick sound obscene even over the storm through the phone. “Every day?”
He smirks when he hears it, your soft little voice, you breaking for him finally. The pad of his thumb smears the beads of pearly pre cum over his reddened tip, sucking in a breath. "Yeah I do it every day, do you like that you drive me to this?”
“How do I drive you to do anything,” you can barely see any silhouette of Gojo in his dark tinted windows, you can just hear him – his soft little pants and breathy moans are wrecking any hope you have, you miss hearing his pleasure in his voice. “What are you thinking of?”
“My cock wrecking your throat,” you whine out before you can stop yourself, hand trembling on the phone. “Have you so full of me you can't think of anything else, can’t talk during your fucking lecture, all hoarse so everyone thinks you’re sick.”
Damn it, you can’t… “Where are the cameras?”
“Your plushie on your dresser,” you sigh, shaking your head. “That’s the only one now, okay? I’m trying to l-learn… boundaries, fuck…”
The tension in his stomach tightens, his balls tightening as they’re full of cum, picturing you on your back, legs spread wide as he pounds into you. Imagining his hand on your belly, feeling himself deep inside, bulging and moving – taking over your whole body with how huge he is.
“Boundaries?” You laugh but it’s a weak little sound, Nanami texts you then and you peer curiously.
Nanami - I’m sorry that I left our date so early… I hope you made it safely home, I should have offered a ride.
You frown a bit, hearing Satoru jerking off on speaker, mumbling your name like he’s drugged, fingers typing.
“Who the fuck are you writing?”
“Nanami,” Gojo pauses, glaring at his phone screen now.
“Really!?”
“What!?”
“I’m jerking my cock for you, pay attention to me, you brat!”
Your lips twitch. “He’s apologizing-”
“And what, are you writing back?” He whispers, you curse, shaking your head and shutting your eyes.
“It’s raining too bad for you to drive,” you say softly, looking out the window where the lightning is going fucking insane. “I can’t stand your psycho ass but I don’t want you hurt. So…”
The door opens before you finish your sentence, Satoru rushes to your front door, dripping wet all over your floor, breaths coming in fast, his hands just gripping the door tightly.
“That was stupidly fast,” you shut the door and he instantly picks you up, soaking wet all over. “Satoru…”
“Tell him you never want a date again,” the lightning flashes into the room, casting Satoru in an eerie glow, his blue eyes glacial with just how insane you’ve made him, gripping your shoulders tightly, backing you up against that wall. “Tell him you want to be thrown in a mating press by your psycho ex boyfriend.”
“Oh do I?” You whisper now, getting cold from the water dripping from Satoru’s clothes, his white hair all silvery and damp, hanging just so over his brow.
“You do,” he leans low, tilting your chin up to look at him, lips just a breath away from yours. “I’m gonna make you quit that stupid job, stay home with our babies, where you belong."
“You’re not, psycho,” you whisper back, but your hands are already trembling, unbuttoning his dress shirt in a haste, little buttons rip off and clatter to your hardwood floor, showing those strong muscles of his chest. “Just once.”
“Hah, just once?” You nod quickly and he smirks, slipping off his belt as you take off your dress, just in a lacy damp bra and panties. “You wore that for him?”
“Maybe – ah!” Satoru carries you unceremoniously to your room, throwing you right on that bed and unzipping his pants, eyeing the slick that poured down your inner thigh. “You’re such a dick!”
“You are an evil little brat,” he leans forward, pants undone, his cock has cum leaking from his boxers, soaking those pocket monsters – the duality of this man in a suit with digimon underwear is just too much.
You still love him.
But he’s toxic, he’s possessive – you can’t have a life with a man who haunts your every step, who stalks your every move, even if you want him, even if you love him. That’s not healthy or okay to do… it’s not stupidly hot that he loves you that much, right?
You tell yourself that when he sits you up, hand entangled in the slick strands of your drying hair, his abdomen flexing when he takes you with a rough grip, taking that belt and wrapping your wrists with it, lips brushing against your ear.
“Are you gonna make it up to me, being so fucking mean? Being such a bad girl?”
“Mhm,” you can’t help but want to do it, feeling the leather tighten, Satoru’s hair is still dripping little drops of rain on your skin as he tightens it down, pushing you to the ground – your knees hitting the soft rug beside your bed.
You look up at him so pretty then, when his fingers slip across your jaw and tilt your chin up, he watches your lashes flutter open, eyes dazed for him – those hearts he’s missed so goddamn much. For every bit of Satoru that wants to bury his face in your cunt, there’s just as strong of a part that wants to fuck your throat until you can’t swallow.
"Open up," he murmurs, his voice just a bit hoarse, he’s not teasing or silly Satoru – he’s not crazy ass psycho Gojo, no he’s fully in command of you like this. His hand frees his cock from the sticky mess of his boxers, and it springs out, thick and veiny, leaking precum.
Fuck you missed his cock.
You swallow nervously, staying open like an obedient girl – you know that you’ll probably regret letting Satoru back in your life, and you know you can’t just fuck this man – but you’ll think of that tomorrow. For tonight, you’ve got the pink cockhead all angry and flushed in your face, he jerks his cock teasingly, just close enough but not fully on your tongue.
“Wider,” you do as he asks, Satoru spits a long trail of saliva that dissolves and falls into your open mouth, he moans and uses his own spit, sliding his cock into your mouth, the heavy weight of him on your tongue making your core tense up. God you missed it, the way he looks down at you under his snowy lashes, his tip drooling those salty drops.
He's hot to the touch, his cock so hard it’s impossibly bigger, your lips wrap around him and earn a soft moan that breaks in the middle. You suck deeper, taking about half of him inside your mouth, slurping him right down as you feel the belt pressing your wrists tightly.
"Fuck, yes," his fingers are tightening in your hair, guiding your movements with firm tugs, a snap of his hips almost choking you out, making tears stream from your eyes. "Just like that, take all of it baby, s’all yours. Fuck it’s only yours."
You suck him eagerly now, lost in how he’s moaning, whimpering – six-foot-four Satoru whimpering for you, sucking in his breaths as he fucks your mouth harder, whispering your name over and over. Mixed with - mine, all mine, fuck take it - toxic things he shouldn’t say.
You can’t help but get even wetter until he could easily slide his thick cock in your cunt, even if it’s been months since you’ve had him. Your tongue swirls around the sensitive underside of his cock, tracing a thick vein and making his head fall back as you look up, the strong lines of his neck showing – even when he doesn’t look at you he murmurs your name, snapping his hips even faster.
“God y-yes, fuck you take my cock like you’re made for it – hah, there, f-fuck please,” Satoru is stuttering when you take him deeper, the tip of his cock slamming against your uvula, making you gag. He brushes your hair back gently, not pulling back, easing even deeper. “Relax that throat, sweetheart, you can take me. S’okay – you’re doin’ such a good fucking job.”
You are – Satoru has never even had you suck him like this, you loved to suck his cock but you’re slow with it, like you’re savoring every bit, listening unlike the bratty little thing you usually were. He loves it but he also fucking loves when you listen, when you relax your little throat ans let him push past that resistance, stretching it out until your nose is buried in the snowy white hairs at his base.
“Oh fuck,” he sucks in a breath, brushing your cheek reverently, the feeling of him using your mouth, using your throat like this has you done for, cunt fluttering around nothing. “You took all of me, god look at that.”
You pull back slowly, your cheeks hollowing as you suck even harder, making his hips jerk, hands tightening on the back of your neck. He’s so sensitive then he can’t stand it, when you look up at him through your lashes, so fucking pretty, watching his cock disappear between your lips and bulge in your throat, slurping up and down.
“M’gonna cum, sh-shiittt….” He can’t even think, pulling back quickly with a suctioned pop, eyeing that plushie and smirking before he looks down at you, thumb slipping in between your lips.
“Cum in my mouth,” he moans, shaking his head and tugging you up by the back of your hair, making you gasp out. He turns and bends you over the bed, tugging at that belt to tighten it. “Satoru…”
“I’m not wasting cum in your mouth,” he whispers, leaning over and turning your face to hip, lapping up his cum off your lips with a filthy swipe against the seam of them. “I’m pumping you full of me.”
“I’ll take my birth control,” you whisper, he smirks then, lining his slick, throbbing cock up with your dripping entrance, you’re sucking in a breath, thighs trembling, one of his hands braces on the bed as the other grips his length at the base, gliding it up and down.
“No you won’t,” Satoru slams into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out in your tiny, unstretched cunt that’s soaking wet, you gasp out at the pain and stretch – it fucking burns but in the best way, making your head fall back, your mouth wide open. “You wanna be full of my babies, don’t you?”
“Mmm, n-no,” he leans back and pulls your hair, making you arch even more for his mean strokes, cock working in and out of your cunt faster and faster, the sounds of the smacks filthy as you feel him everywhere. “Ngh! Toru…”
“That’s it, fuck there you go,” he slams deeper, undoing the belt and letting it fall to the floor, the metal clicking and echoing. He takes your delicate wrist in his big hand, rubbing the mark and then shoving it back and bending it, using it as leverage to fuck you harder. “God, takin’ it like you’re made for it. Are you made for me?”
“Mmm,” you shake your head, he laughs softly, pressing your head down into your mattress, slipping your panties right off. “N-no…”
“You’re so fucking mean,” he groans and leans over you, his weight heavy as he presses you down, your feet dangling practically with how high your bed is when he shoves your hips up and bottoms out. “I love you.”
“Y-you don’t, mnph!” He shoves your head further into the bed, cock gliding in and out of your gummy little walls that are dripping all over, spasming around him and trying to milk him for all he’s worth. Your muffled sounds and cries, the little tears soaking the blanket making him harder.
“I do fucking love you,” he leans close, his lips on your ear, bending you impossibly as his cock drags on your spot and you shatter, squirting and almost pushing his cock out with how tight you get. “That’s it, squirt all over, make me a fuckin’ mess – cunt is begging to be filled.”
“Toru,” you turn and blink your pretty eyes that are dripping tears, sniffling as Satoru fucks deeper, moaning right with you, his eyes black. “Please…”
“I’ll give you it,” he flips you around, shoving you up the bed and climbing, shoving those thighs apart and slapping his cock on your clit, rubbing it until you squirt again, the gush of it all over your blankets and his thighs. “Fuck, I’ll cum in you now, I’ll cum in you while you sleep, I’ll keep cummin’ inside.”
“You’re f-fucking crazy,” he laughs then, grin feral as he slams his cock into your messy cunt, leaning over you and cupping your face, and that’s when you can’t deny it any fucking more. “I love you too.”
Satoru pauses, easing his cock so deep you whine out, watching your head fall back, your eyes roll back in your skull, sighing and resting his forehead against yours. “You still love me?”
“Even if you’re f-fucking insane,” you sigh, tears hitting your eyes, your sore wrists aching when your hands slip up his back, nails pressing in and making him suck in a breath. “Love you, love you…”
“Gonna give me my babies?” You bite down on your lip as Satoru starts fucking faster, shoving your thighs up against your tits now, hitting so deep you scream out. “Are you?”
“Shh,” he scowls at you. “Stop filming m-me all the time.”
“No,” you gasp and he shoves his cock again, smirking down at you. “Move in with me and I’ll stop.”
“You’ll w-watch me there…”
“Yeah,” you laugh but it’s cut off, he’s pounding you into the mattress eyes feral and fucked out. “You think that straight laced fucking nerd could fuck you like this? Think he’d make you squirt, spit in your mouth, choke you?”
You bite your lip hard, screaming out when he spits down on your clit, letting it drop down your slit and fucking it inside you, a creamy ring forming at the base as he rocks inside you faster.
“Answer me.”
“No,” you whisper back, moaning as he hits you so deep, his heavy balls soaking wet from your messy cunt, slapping against your ass. “No, he c-couldn’t…”
“No one can fuck you this deep,” he lets your thighs go, touching your tummy where his cock is bulging it, laughing softly and grinning down at you with a white flash of teeth. “No one can spit in your slutty holes, fill you up like me. Fuckin’ say it.”
“No one,” you’re fucked out, you’re dazed, you can’t help it when he looks at you like that, thighs shaking on either side of his hips, clenching against them and whining out. “No one, no one.”
“Just me, say it,” Satoru loves how you look at him then, your swollen lips parted, all fucked dumb on his cock how he likes you. “Just me. Putting babies inside.”
“Jus’ you… babies, mngh… in me,” he cries out and slams his cock deep, fingers bruising your thighs, dimpling the flesh as it gives under his grip. “Please, please, in me – ngh!”
“Gonna take all this cum like a good girl?” He asks, you nod eagerly, making him smile.
You’re his.
He can just see it written on your pretty face, his thumbs brushing your nipples over the lacy bra you still have on, your nipples perking up and out, you gasp out and lean up, kissing him desperately.
“Mmm, say you’ll give me babies.”
“M-maybe one,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “Just one.”
“S-six, fuck…” Satoru busts inside you then, moaning out loud, white ropes pumping right inside, you’re milking him for all he’s worth, Satoru’s sweat drips down from his brow onto your skin as he floods your cunt. “Six, mmm gonna give me six babies, aren’t you?”
“One,” he laughs, breathless now, leaning down still intimately pressed inside you, tip curving up pressing into your cervix, dripping more from his pretty pink tip, you gasp out, seeing stars when he cups your face. “Maybe two.”
“Good girl,” Satoru kisses you, smiling against his lips, peering over at the little plushie, making you smack at him. “What!?”
“No cameras here, psycho,” he kisses down your neck, sighing and tickling your skin, lips pressing across it. “I mean it. If you wanna date me again.”
“You’ll date me again?” He leans up all puppy dog cute, like he’s not actively been stalking you, but you fucking fall for it – he’s already thickening back up inside you, easing back and shoving back in. “Really, baby?”
“Things have to… mmm… change…”
“You love me watching you,” a hand comes to rest next to you on the bed, the other wrapping your throat and tilting your chin up, sucking out your oxygen, you’re dizzy, breaths coming in little gasps as you study him. “You know you do, don’t you love that for the past six months I’ve jerked it to you? That I saved every picture you told me to delete, that I came right in those panties you left?”
“You’re so fucked up,” you gasp out, but you’re already too far gone, looking at your psycho ex – well, now on again – boyfriend’s pretty blue eyes and big ass grin. “Mmm, Toru…”
“I’ll give you more cum, baby, don’t worry,” he squeezes your throat and lifts your thigh, nose nuzzling yours all cute as he chuckles softly. “I can’t wait for you to drip me out all day in class.”
*****
“Nghh…” Satoru’s somehow snuck under your desk and is lapping right at your messy cunt that Monday back, slurping you fucking obscene as you struggle to grade your papers. “Toru…”
“Mmm, fuck I missed this,” his tongue drags through your slit, gathering all those juices that just pour. “Can taste myself inside you, god… fuck…”
“You’re s-so crazy, I have a lecture coming – ngh!” You slap a hand on your mouth, Satoru doesn’t stop though, in fact he is spreading your hole wide, your panties already off and slid into his pocket, dragging you by your spin chair closer. You haven’t felt his mouth in months and even last night he didn’t get a chance to lick you.
He was too busy pumping cum and plugging it up inside you.
But now he’s making up for the neglect by sucking on your tiny clit and humming, slurping it up greedily, letting your juices spill down his lips. You’re shattering, eyes fluttering shut, hands tugging at his white locks. “Mmm… so fuckin’ sweet…”
Knock Knock Knock.
“Shit…” Satoru grins against your skin, leaning forward and looking up at you underneath your thankfully enormous desk.
“Say come in.”
“Oh god,” you swallow when you hear Nanami’s voice, and Satoru bites at your clit. “Ah! Fuck!”
“Ahem, can I talk to you?”
“Oh um… yes! Come in,” you scowl and shove Satoru, but he doesn’t stop licking you up, a muffled moan barely quieted by your thighs closing in on him. “N-Nanami…”
“Hey,” he rubs the back of his neck and walks over to you, leaning against the desk, as Satoru’s teeth graze your clit, making you bite down on your lower lip. “I’ve made you uncomfortable…”
“N-no! Not at all um,” you suck in a breath, Satoru’s fingers are parting your puffy folds, exposing your winking hole to his face. “What did you need?”
“Oh,” he sighs and adjusts his tie, walking over to you now. “I just feel horrible I left you alone with Gojo and left the date.”
“I mean, it was a little harsh, but it’s…” Satoru’s fingers glide in your sore cunt, you almost hiss, your nails pressing against his scalp as you tug hard. “It’s understandable, you weren’t v-very… interested.”
“I was just uh… I found it rather forward you tried to kiss me first,” you get bitten by Gojo – hard with his sharp ass teeth.
“You what?” You look up at him and he clears his throat, leaning a hip against your desk and crossing his arms. “Forward?”
“It’s just a bit uncouth,” Satoru’s laughing against you now, as you glare up at Nanami. “It’s not how things are done, you should have waited for me to kiss you – and I planned on it. But that just threw me off, then Satoru.”
“You think a girl kissing you first is ‘uncouth’? Is this eighteen hundred?”
“No, it’s just not how I would conduct myself,” you blink a bit then, laughing and earning his surprised look. “What, is my viewpoint amusing?”
“It’s nonsense, you know I kissed Gojo first,” he smiles against your cunt, pressing kisses on your inner thigh, feeling you about to fall apart for him. “And he didn’t mind that, in fact – he ate me out the first date.”
Nanami goes bright red. “You do that on the first date?”
“I know I’m such a harlot,” you giggle and Nanami turns even redder. “I think it’s definitely best we don’t date again – I wouldn’t want to offend you with my outlandish behavior! On the second date I was swallowing him, so.”
“Oh dear god,” he turns away and you’re bursting into laughter almost, Satoru’s chuckling quietly with you – muffled by your own. Nanami looks back at you, brows lowered. “You and Gojo deserve each other, conducting yourselves in such a manner.”
“We do, that’s why I fucked him last night,” Nanami grimaces and walks out, shutting the door – you scooch back and he kneels between your thighs, lips glimmering with your slick. “I’m uncouth, Satoru – a harlot.”
“You’re my harlot,” he teases, kissing you and moaning against your lips, kissing your cunt off him, his hands slipping up your thighs. “See? He couldn’t have handled you, could he?”
“Clearly not,” you gasp when he lifts you and stands, spreading you wide on the desk, kissing you and leaning you back on it. “Mnh, I have that lecture in ten…”
“I can be quick,” you eagerly unzip him, he lines his cock right up with your slick hole and sinks right in, watching your eyes roll back in your skull, groaning as you clamp down on him. “Do you really wanna work? You could stay in my penthouse, have nothing to do but carry all my babies, hmm?”
“Crazy man,” you drag him down for a kiss, whining out right into his mouth. “Mmm, maybe a vacation though.”
“I'll buy you an island, mnh…”
“An island?” Your eyes are lidded and drunk, he chuckles and nods, kissing up your neck, you peek and see the clock – you have five minutes and there’s a cock buried inside you.
“Your own island, you can lay in the sun all day, and I'll fuck you all night," he tilts your chin up, blue eyes glinting. “Have you all to myself, just for a couple months, please baby?”
“An island,” you repeat again, sucking in a breath as his teeth sink into your neck. Satoru may never let you off a private island, but do you care?
“I’ll get you pregnant there,” he murmurs, he’s already thrown out your birth control anyway. “Hmm? What do you say, harlot?”
You laugh, but it turns into a weak little moan. “Fuck it.”
Satoru grins – he knew he’d get you right where you belong <3
hehe I had too much fun!!!
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