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fratboy!satoru had been burning a hole through you with his stare all night. you'd been laughing with some random guy, acting like satoru wasn't even there. besides, the way that dude was looking at you? ew, he thought.
you batted your lashes, tilting your head with what you hoped was an innocent smile, up at the stranger. one hand twisted a strand of your hair, the other clutched a half-empty plastic cupβa drink satoru hadn't bothered to get you.
honestly, it was grating on him, having to watch you like that. watching some other guy who was practically drooling over you. so, yeah, in his slightly-messed-up mind, his actions were totally justified.
now, your gaze was fixed upwards againβbut this time, it was on him. where it belonged, in his opinion. your lashes were slick with tears, mascara smudged artfully across your cheeks, your hair mussed from his fingers tangling in it.
he'd cornered you in the bathroom, cutting the ridiculously long line and just barging in (scaring the absolute shit out of you without so much as a word). but hey, it was his frat house. his rules.
"jβjesus," he grunted, his eyes rolling back in his head. "you say you're virgin, huh? taking my cock like a damn slut, cherry." your hands were busy too, one sliding up and down his length, the other cradling his heavy balls.
you were practically choking on him, your moans and whimpers swallowed by his thick shaft. at first, he'd actually tried. tried to be gentle, remembering that you'd only he one other time you'd only done this one other timeβwith him.
but patience had gone out the window fast. now, he was using your face, each thrust of his hips sending the blunt head of his cock slamming against the back of your throat.
satoru thought he'd died and gone to heaven. your mouth was so hot and wet, eagerly engulfing every inch he offered. "youβyou're doing s'good," he choked out, his jaw tight. (you might've heard a tooth crack.)
you were gagging, and a part of him was terrified you'd actually throw up, but damn, you were determined. and who was he to stop you? after all, the initial idea had been to take things slow, maybe learn a few new things. this definitely counted as new.
"wβwas it worth it?" satoru asks, likely rhetorical. "whoring off to some idiot like that, huh?"
drool slicked your chin, followed by a stream of tears. your cheeks hollowed with each deep stroke, feeling the frantic throb beneath your tongue, the way he strained against your mouth. the pressure built, a dull ache spreading in the back of your throat as he thrust deeper.
you didn't get a warning, just a slight tremor in his grip on your hair before his heavy balls clenched, and he spilled thick, hot seed into your mouth.
it caught you off guard, but what really threw him was the way you swallowed every last drop. every single bit.
his eyes were wide as he helped you stand, watching you brush off your sore knees.
"chβcherry, you know you didn't have to... i mean, i should've pulled out, i'm sorryβ"
you give him a lop-sided grin, "don't be silly. i wanted to."
oh. oh.
satoru might not be your boyfriend, but he sure pressed a soft kiss to your tear-streaked, mascara-smudged cheek like one.
virgin!reader who really wants fratboy!satoru to take her v-card.
"just the tip," you breathe, the words a soft plea against his lips. they're swollen and tender from his kisses, and his fingers gently brush a stray strand of hair from your flushed cheek. you're perched so prettily on his lap, your pupils blown wide, face flushed.
satoru clicks his tongue, shaking his head, a small, regretful smile playing on his lips. "sorry, cherry. no can do."
a frustrated whine escapes you, a puff of warm air against his skin. "but⦠why?"
"because," he says, his thumbs lightly tracing the curve of your jaw, "it never ends up being just the tip. the second i try to do what you want, i know i'll cave." he playfully squishes your cheeks together, forcing a pout that doesn't quite reach your heated eyes.
"well, is that such a bad thing?" you ask, your voice thick with lust. "don't you want to have sex with me?"
"obviously, i want to have sex with you," satoru says, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he rolls his eyes. "i just⦠i want us to take it slow, okay?"
you groan, throwing your head back in exasperation. "seriously? we've been taking it slow. just. the. tip. baby steps, right?"
satoru chews on his bottom lip, feeling shameful for even considering it. he'd promised himself he wouldn't rush this, that he'd give you the best first time possible. you deserve that.
but then there you are. his girl. right here. your discarded shirt lies on the floor, and the lace of your bra does little to hide the tempting press of your perky nipples. it isn't entirely his fault if his resolve is crumbling.
and crumble it does.
"just the tip," he repeats, his voice a husky murmur, his gaze dropping and then flicking back to yours, heavy with unspoken need. he's hovering over you now, the slick head of his cock aligned perfectly with your glistening pussy.
"yeah, yeah," you mumble, impatient, your hands reaching up to hook around his neck, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"cherry, i mean it," he says, his eyes locked on yours, a warning and a plea all in one.
"uh-huh. can you just⦠can you put it in now?"
satoru sighs, the sound laced with a mock reluctance that does little to hide the tremor in his hands as he grips your thighs. it's just the tip, a gentle press against your slick folds, and a gasp escapes your lips, a feeling of fullness hitting instantly.
he finds himself mentally reciting the names of this year's football teams, a desperate attempt to cling to some semblance of control, to not climax this early. and he's supposed to be the experienced one.
"'toru," you whine, your inner muscles clenching around him, a delicious squeeze that sends a jolt of pure pleasure through him. his hand comes up to gently caress your cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin, and you lean into his touch.
"shit, cherry," he grunts, his control fraying at the edges. "please don't squeeze like that. i cβcan barelyβ¦"
"youβ you should just put all of it in," you whisper, your fingers tangling in his impossibly white hair, tugging gently.
"no," he mumbles, the denial a weak protest. keeping you away from this sweet release, even though you could probably come from this alone. "you feel so good. so⦠so tight."
"all the more reasonβ"
"no." this isn't how it's supposed to happen. your first time deserves more than a stolen moment in the middle of a forgotten study session. there should be flowers, maybe candles⦠it should be perfect.
he's already made up his mind, the decision firm despite the insistent throb of his cock. satoruβs thumb brushes lightly across your swollen clit, and a small whimper escapes your lips.
"satoru, i really need you." and then you look up at him, your eyes glossed with unshed tears, desperate and raw.
fuck it.
as long as it's here, with you, it'll be perfect. besides, he vaguely remembers seeing some dusty candles in the back of the storage closet.
pre-relationship fratboy!satoru who won't actually date virgin!reader, but threatens to throw hands with anyone that even looks in your direction. he especially hates it when you indulge, as much as bat your lashes them, but he knows you guys aren't exclusiveβwhich is on him.
it's a loose deal, he promised he would take your virginity, on the conditions that you'd need to take it slow. though, satoru's really struggling to hold out.
he knows your untouched cunt would be warm, wet, and deliciously tight. he knows you'd do such a good job taking him, that you would squeeze so pretty around him, milk him for all he's got.
and his own touch is hardly doing it for him. at night, when satoru's laying awake in his frustratingly empty dorm, eyes fluttering shut, as his hand snakes beneath the hem of his boxers.
and, yeah, he feels a little bad when he imagines it's your sweet pussy instead of his palm. he feels less bad when he's coming, pumping his length until he's shooting blanks into the dark.
this your fault. he's not used to not having sex three times a week, okay? maybe he's getting a little desperate, but he's doing his best with what he's got.
satoru's not sure if you know it, but he hasn't even glanced at another woman, not even for a moment. he's hardly done any more than kissing you, but he can't imagine doing it with any other. it's a repulsive thought.
you don't make things any easier, either. you love pushing his buttons, making him squirm. when he lays in bed with you, just past midnight, your cute little ass pressed right into his hardening cock β you do a horrible job at pretending to be asleep. horrible.
satoru's cheeks are dusted with pink, and he lamely has to excuse himself to use the bathroom. he knows what he's doing in there, and you do, too.
one of these days, he'll snap. you've always been a patient girl. his patient girlβcherryβeven if he doesn't know it yet.
virgin!reader who's concocted this whole narrative about fratboy!satoru taking some bizarre vow of celibacy. ridiculous, maybeβbut honestly, his pre-you life felt like a completely different era. no hookups. no casual encounters. didn't that violate some unspoken rule in the frat bible?
"where are your notes?" he asks, the mattress dipping as he sprawls out.
you swivel from your spot at the desk, a genuine "huh?" escaping.
"your notes, cherry," he repeats, a teasing lift to his eyebrow. "you said you needed study help."
a slow blink. you pretend to search your memory. "oh. right. notes. actually⦠i think i'm good."
satoru's brow furrows. "then why the invite?"
"what? a girlfriend can't just want her boyfriend over?"
"cherry," he corrects, a pointed look in his eyes, "i'm not your boyfriend."
"yet," you hum, amending his correction with a sly smile. "either way, my roommate's out."
he blows out a breath, a slow nod. "perfect. peaceful study session. never did like her anyway."
"please tell me you weren't actually expecting only studying," you say, a playful challenge in your tone. "empty dorm. just us. alone."
satoru's frown deepens, and you deploy your most pathetic puppy-dog eyes. his don't even flicker.
"we're not having sex," he states flatly, crossing his impressive arms. big, strong, very noticeable arms.
"yet," you echo again, a hopeful lilt in your voice.
"right," he sighs, a hint of amusement in his exasperation, "yet." satoru had this thing about taking it slow, like a time-traveling puritan.
"we aren't there yet, though," he adds, a subtle shift in his gaze. no intercourse, he'd declared. but he'd conveniently omitted any mention of what didn't count as intercourse. a loophole you were currently exploiting, straddling his lap, your lips throbbing from his kisses, your teeth nipping and tangling.
your skirt has crept far, far up, panties a damp second skin plastered against his boxers, the evidence of your arousal mingling with his pre-cum in the increasingly sodden fabric between you.
satoru's hands are firm on your hips, anchoring you. you already feel the telltale spasms against your core twice, milking his thick length through the barrier of his jeans just by the friction of your slick heat against his bulge. a low groan rumbles in his chest, his head falling back, eyes momentarily glazed.
you have to give him credit; amish commitment or not, he's putting up one hell of a fight against actual penetration. you almost admire his self-control. almost. except for the fact that it's really eating at yours.
his hips buck against yours, a desperate, involuntary movement that draws a moan from your throat. "god, cherry," he mumbles into the curve of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. you press down, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of his thighs, effectively pinning him. if he won't fuck you, you'll damn well make the most of what he will do.
the waves of your own pleasure blur together, a relentless tide washing over you. nonetheless, that insistent heat low in your belly coils tighter, one again, every rigid inch of him a focused pressure against your clit through the layers of fabric, a desperate ache building. when the next shared orgasm rips through you both, a strangled whine escapes your lips against his soft, white hair.
yeah. turns out, "taking it slow" has a very different meaning in practice.
frat!satoru is using his last bits of will power to not give into you, along with your desperate attempts of convincing him otherwise.
he honestly can't recall the last time somethingβsomeoneβlovingly came into his life, like you. there's no harm that can come from taking this slow, right? he just really, really likes you, that's all.
the whole dating scene isn't exactly his jam. not that he can't navigate it, but he's just⦠hesitant. it takes him ages to finally call your hang-out a sort of date, let alone contemplate taking your virginity.
you, on the other hand? you just want to get it over with. the way he talks about it, you'd think it's some kind of advanced physics.
and you've done everything short of cartwheels to get the ball rolling. his level of self-control has to be otherworldly. because here you are, sprawled on his dorm bed in nothing but expensive lingerieβa serious splurge for a broke college studentβand he's just strolling right past you.
lips pressed tight, eyes darting anywhere but at you, hands jammed in his pockets, he drops his backpack by his desk with a heavy thump. not a word, not a glance, not even a little compliment. clearly, satoru is hanging on by a thread.
"ugh, come on," you huff, pushing yourself up on the mattress. "nothing?"
he flops onto his beanbag chair, snatching the tv remote. "wanna order takeout, cherry? i'm think craving chinese."
"tβtakeout? seriously? i'm practically naked on your bed."
"oh," he hums, suddenly engrossed in the national geographic channel. "are you? didn't even notice."
your eyes, suspiciously, glance to the obvious bulge in his pants. "you didn't notice, but your dick did?"
"she's got a mind of her own," satoru mumbles defensively.
"hm, does she?" he doesn't answer, but his flushed face does. "this cost money, you know. could at least look at it? i bought it for the occasion."
his eyes flicker your way for a split second before snapping back to the screen. "the occasion being?"
"you finally growing a pair and having sex with me."
"it's not about 'having the balls'," he corrects, "it's about patience."
"you're the resident man-whore. what do you know about patience?"
"pfft. i know enough, cherry."
"just look! i'm all hot and practically shirtless. is your dick broken from all your other hoes?"
"no! my dick is perfectly fine. i'm trying to be a good guy here. don't girls like that?"
you throw your hands up, "this girl would like her situation-ship to fuck her already. actually, not even a situation-ship, because there's no situation!"
satoru sighs, finally turning his full attention to you. "you look incredibly sexy. like, really incredibly sexy. but if i look at you for more than thirty seconds, i'm going to cave."
"twenty more seconds, then. you got this."
"cherry."
it's weary, his tone. you frown, crossing your arms. fine. whatever. you're officially throwing in the towel.
"i need to shower," satoru mutters, his gaze dropping to his lap.
you perk up, "can i join?"
"no."
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OOOOOH WEEEEEEEE....no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carrier, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce, in the pool, in the garden, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, era ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly...me and yuji we gon' be fuckin' tonite.
if a man EVER looks at me like this his pants are flying off and i am sucking the soul out his body