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#he'd basically have a telepathic connection to it in ur relationship lmao
xythlia · 4 months
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› he's obsessed w you (and your pussy)
mdni. f!reader. pussy worshipping satoru. fingering. clit play. edging. multiple orgasms. biting mention. squirting.
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satoru who loves playing with your pussy, getting you situated between his legs and creeping his hands up your thighs. especially if you wore those cute sleep shorts to bed last night, the ones that bunch up around your ass when you wake up and sleepily pad into the kitchen looking for coffee.
you don't have to worry, he's got something that can wake you up much better than a cup of steaming hot caffeine ever could. he's practically addicted to the way you moan, quiet and breathy, as his fingers stroke you through your shorts at first. squirming in his hold as you feel his erection press against your lower back but he's not concerned about himself just yet.
placing wet, sloppy kisses against the side of your neck, trailing his tongue against your warm skin makes his head spin and he's gotta use his other hand to hold your hip firmly in place. no wiggling away from him, not when the thought of you has been tempting him since last night. when you whine out his name and paw as his forearms it just urges him on, pulling the fabric to the side to swipe his fingers against you and feel just how wet you are.
"woke up like this, huh? you know I can help," he purrs against the back of your neck as your head rolls back to rest against his chest. Your lips are parted and little puffs of air are coming harshly from between them as his index delicately circles your clit. He doesn't apply much pressure, it's almost like the ghost of a touch against you but it's enough to already have you whining and begging for him to touch you more, stop being so mean 'toru.
but you don't know he's not being mean, quite the opposite it's just that the slick feeling of your pussy drives him insane and feeling the sticky warmth inside you as he slides two fingers against your fluttering walls makes curses drop from his mouth instantly. The way you massage his fingers in a pulsing rhythm is beyond sinful, your body begging him to indulge more, more, more.
and who is he to deny you?
"shit," he grips a handful of your inner thigh as his fingers keep working you open at a lazy pace. there's no rush, not this morning when the sun's barely up and the sounds of the world waking have yet to reach through the exterior of your home. he can feel the way your muscles tense, flexing and holding taut every time he scissors his long fingers against your silky walls.
the squelching sound that fills the apartment makes him salivate, if it was possible he'd have hearts in his eyes from that alone. you're absolutely soaked now, arousal coating his fingers and seeping into the palm of his hand as your hips buck and jerk in a sporadic rhythm shamelessly desperate to chase your release.
but he doesn't want this to be over too soon, not when he's only just started. so he switches, fingers pulling out of you and moving back up to rub your adorably puffy clit. it makes your voice crack and he knows without even looking that there's tears in your eyes now, and you're beyond the point of being able to speak now it's just hiccuped moans and broken cries of his name joining the squishy sound of him toying with you.
it may as well be his own personal platinum record, he could have this cacophony on repeat for a week and die a happy man. his other hand drifts up to grope and massage your breasts intermittently through your t-shirt, one stolen from his wardrobe that you look so jaw dropping in. he groans feeling your nails bite into his forearm, his teeth returning the favor against the side of your neck while you sob and your body goes rigid in his lap.
he knows this is it, feels the stray tears splash against his hand as they drop from your face while your gasps turn silent, mouth hung open and body rigid while his fingers never stop playing with your clit as you ride out the orgasm and he feels, somehow, even more of your slick mixed with cum dripping out of you and making even more of a mess between your legs.
but even after you start coming down satoru doesn't stop. rolling your cute little clit between his fingers and making you nearly jump out of your skin from the unrelenting pleasure, squeezing his arm and begging for a break.
"don't wanna leave my favorite girl just yet," and you just know he's talking about both you and your pussy. it makes you groan and grind your hips again as his fingers dip back inside you, languidly exploring every inch of you while your body can't help but spam intermittently, aftershocks of your previous orgasm hitting against the new waves of pleasure building towards a second.
"toru please," you cry out, the sounds getting mangled by the way your breathing gets so harsh. you're practically crying now, and it's not just your thighs shaking by your whole body because he's taking advantage of the fact that your first orgasm left you so raw.
he shushes you, coos at you so sweetly while his thumb presses against your clit again and you sob, clawing at his skin as he settles on a more rapid pace this time, just to see you come fully undone in his lap. it doesn't take long at all, and he can feel the way liquid spurts against his hand. a lovesick grin works it's way across his face at that and he pulls his hand away fully, situating your shorts back in place over his favorite little treat as he places a sweet kiss to your temple.
satoru knows you're basically made of jello now, answering him in little grunts when he asks if you'd like to sit with him in the bath for a bit, let him hold you and work your body and mind back to full consciousness. carefully he gathers you in his arms, peppering more kisses across your face in silent thanks for always being so good to him, good for him.
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