satoru gojo

you think you have a crying kink. whether it’s the way satoru thrashes while you’re underneath him and trying to pull you off, you hold him by his wrists. you’re literally infatuated with the way satoru moans and how high and whiny it sounds when he’s about to reach an orgasm, your favorite thing is seeing the way his face scrunches up and his eyes start fluttering shut perhaps to avoid the tears from coming but it’s inevitable. they come either way.

you always find a way to go back to him, to enjoy how wet he is — you really just like eating him out, feeling his legs wrap around you and squish your head. you like to joke that you’re like a bee to honey; attracted to the sweet scent but in this sense you just love eating his pussy because satoru cries when you overstimulate him. you miss doing it though, last time it happened was a few months ago. you two have been off touching terms, it’s just been pretty sweet either way. you enjoy your time with him no matter what

but you still wanna butter him up, as he’s playing a game on the bed and your head on his thighs, you look up and ask: “can i eat you out or do i have to work for it?” but there’s silence into the air like he’s taciturn and thinking for what he wants to say. his fingers continue playing on his little game, you assume it’s something like pokemon.

“i dunno, i’m kinda busy with the game right now.” he trails off, knowing damn well that’ll only provoke you more into trying.