As We All Know Satoru Has A Sweet Tooth Right?

As we all know satoru has a sweet tooth right?

Imagine him accidentally? or more like mindlessly eating 'that' chocolate you stored in the fridge, which unbeknownst to him is an 'aphrodisiac' and is supposed to be your prank gift to ur friend. And the consequences 😩

curiosity...fucked satoru? | GOJO. S

c.w: switch! satoru, fem!reader, dirty talk, riding, cursing, consumption of an aphordisiac chocolate.

note: happy kinktober to my satoru fuckers<3

As We All Know Satoru Has A Sweet Tooth Right?

"what's the matter, toru? you're acting a bit...off."

there was a certain vibe in the house whenever satoru was around. loud, random videos playing with the audio half cut off because he is scrolling too fast. but there wasn't any of that when you woke up from your nap, instead, your boyfriend was lying on the couch with his arm over his face.

"I don't know, I think I'm sick," he sounds so out of breath and your frown deepens as you sit on the little bit of space left on the couch. your hand naturally rests under his shirt to trace his stomach--perhaps he had something that gave him a tummy ache?

but the way satoru flinches at your touch--or rather shudders has you staring at him weirdly as his hand grabs your wrist almost as though fire has come in contact with his skin.

"you're...hot, satoru do you have a fever?" your hand goes up to his arm to remove it from his face and his pale face was flushed a deep red color. there were sweat beads trickling down the side of his face, red and swollen lips that were wet from how much he was licking them. something was wrong.

"what did you do?" you whisper in concern and the groan he lets out at how soft your voice sounds before pushing you away further has you in a deeper state of confusion.

"I don't know--fuck, please--" he whines and the hand that once pushed you away was now pulling you closer to him.

"touch me, I am so fucking hard it's so painful," his hand shamelessly rests your own on top of his bulge anf you're surprised at how rock solid it is.

"you... you want me to suck you off?"

"fuck, none of that shit," his hand pulls at your shirt. "need you to ride me, come on baby I need to feel that pussy around me," the way in which he pushes his pants down and his cock hits his stomach, the way he ushers you to get on top of him--you don't even need him to prep you, you were already soaked at this rare sight of needy gojo satoru.

"yeah...I can do that," you whisper to yourself and first start to grind over his cock. your clit bruhses over the tip of his sensitive dick and almost cries out at the contact. your hands rest on his chest and you push up his shirt. leaning down, your lips make contact with his chest and he swore he saw heaven for a bit.

"you're so sensitive, satoru," you whisper against his chest.

"f-fuck, I need you," he gasps when you bite at his skin. "I fucking need you, do something--!"

you push his cock past your folds, your thighs holding you up before sinking down on him and the look on your boyfriend's face could only be described as one of bliss. his jaw goes slack at the contact, fingers twitching and unsure of what to hold onto before settling on your hips and you start to bounce on him.

"shit--shit--! fuck, oh my god," a series of profanities find their way out of his red lips the more you bounce on his cock, the fucked out look on his face along with how pliable he was underneath you were enough motivation for you to go harder.

satoru has to grib onto the couch for a moment when you slow down to take him deeper inside you. he feels your arousal trickling down his balls, the sound of your ass smacking against his thighs and the wetness--fuck, his eyes roll to the back of his head.

his body feels hot, his veins feel as though they are about to burst with the intense euphoria--he remembers when he first felt like this, when he first touched himself as a teenager, when he discovered what masturbation was. he feels embarrassed, the noises spilling out of his mouth were pornographic, but he couldn't stop staring at you.

you looked godly--his savior, your pussy was quenching his thirst, you were giving him this gift of riding him within an inch of his life and god he was so grateful for it--for you.

"come on baby, come on," you whisper to him and he isn't used to this, he isn't used to being guided to his orgasm first. but he can't focus, he can't think of anything else--he's lost control over his voice and he feels himself tip over the edge of an orgasm.

he comes crashing down in violent waves, his hips bucking up and fucking up into you desperately, asking for more. he thanks you over and over again and the grip that he has over your hips is harsh but you could care less when you have him looking this disheveled.

"more, need more," he is mumbling to himself as he pushes you off of him and you notice that his dick is still hard.

"wait satoru--!"

"oh baby, oh fuck baby," he sits up and pulls you closer to him. your chests are pressed against one another and you don't have time to brace yourself for the hard and fast thrusts that he gives you.

gojo was an unstoppable force. whatever triggered this must've been too much because he was panting, burying his face in your chest and groaning about how delicious your pussy is.

"fucking pussy taking me so well, fuuuck you're so wet, just listen to yourself," his hand comes up to the back of your head and he grips a bit of your hair. the submissive side of him was long gone, tossed out of the window and replaced with a satoru that knew what he wanted, and was going to get it (or give it to you) even if it made him pass out.

"your hear that? pussy sounds so delicious, she's begging for my mouth--would you like that?" you can't even respond, moans and cries mixing up together because your own orgasm was approaching.

"oh yeah baby, you would like that. you've always liked my mouth sucking on that clit--shit, I'm so close," he is a blabbering mess at this point, mouth attached to your neck. your walls flutter around him and you feel him fuck up into you a bit more before you cum around him with a loud cry.

your body shivers and shudders on top of him, hands gripping onto his shoulders as you come face to face with the man fucking you stupid. he doesn't pull out his cock, keeps it buried inside of you and he apologizes.

"what for?" you question out of breath and feel him thrust up into you again.

"I ate that chocolate in the fridge," you gasp. "need to apologize to you properly."

his apology was going to take a while.