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“Put me in a movie” - SATORU GOJO

Gojo is a bad teacher but it doesn't matter when you're his favorite girl; c'mon you know you like little girls... you can be my daddy...

TW: MDNI (18+), teacher-student relationship, porn with a plot, mention of grooming, pussy drunk Gojo and lowkey a creep, minors exploitation, angst/smut, dark content, power play

WC: 5k, art by @_3aem on twitter

From day one, Satoru knew you’d bring him trouble. You were, by no means, a saint, but with a skill good enough to fool others, you might as well have looked like one.

In a way, you did remind him all too much of his own younger self, perhaps what made him adore you so much. Too much.

He could only try and deny it for so long, but the more he did, the harder it weighted on him. Besides, was it really so bad that he craved you, now that you were all grown up? From all your stages of maturing, this one surely has become his personal preference.

You were, what he’d call an epitome of a woman. To him, you were everything a woman should be.

You were fucking perfect.

He never lacked self awareness on how fucked up it truly was, considering not even months ago you were barely legal, still technically are.

But nothing could help this madness, especially not when you’d be just so damn sweet. Asking about his well being, you care for your old man this much, right?

Leaving behind those adorable colorful scribbles - little drawings of him, each of them staying safely secured in his drawer, although they weren’t exactly meant for him, but it still counts, doesn’t it?

It was bad enough that he wanted you. Hard enough to pretend like he didn’t have all those lingering thoughts about you, hard enough to keep up the facade around everyone else.

Satoru Gojo is the strongest, but not invincible. He’s still just a man.

And he knew, he knew you made everything even more aggravating for him, all deliberately. Because as much as he wanted to keep telling himself you were oblivious to the turmoil you created in his life, he knew better than that.

Above all, you were a cunning girl. One that wanted a piece of him for her own.

Capable of understanding the meaning of his lingering gaze, of those subtle touches. Satoru secretly hoped you’d make him stop, tell him he’s the bad guy, feel repulsed by the idea of a grown man doting for you.

Tell me I’m a monster, please. Hit me, yell at me, push me away and don’t let me get close.

You didn’t. It was already bad enough he wanted you, but even worse now that he could actually have you.

Still, he never actually wished to be away, not when you were a literal dream come true, a perfect, sweet dream.

A dream he keeps on coming back to, a truth he wouldn’t deny. It was too late for him to keep all that hidden, but hey, maybe he didn’t want to? No, he wanted you, he craved you, he imagined you every night. Every single night.

Whispering your name as if it’d save him, in the dead of the night, it was you, only you.

And you made it so fucking easy to get you. You were too willing.

He didn’t expect that from a third year student. He didn’t expect it from anyone, for that matter, but there you were, daring him to make a move.

Take me, and I’ll let you. I’ll be good, promise.

The temptation was enough to pull him down the moment he gave into it. He knew it was wrong, taboo, forbidden.

Everyway there was, it was a mistake. But who was he kidding?

Satoru was a fool. A fool for you. For that pretty face, that body, perfect in each of it's imperfections. You were the most priceless thing he had ever set his eyes on, and he knew it, he felt it inside his core. His heart swelled whenever he looked at you.

He knew; every time he touched you in a way only lover could, every kiss he’d press against your soft flesh. You were his crave and need, a delusion he’d never wake up from. A dream he’d never want to part with.

Despite the taboos and the wrongs, he didn't feel it that way. You were the epitome of gratification, and he got to taste you, to hold you, to make sweet love to you.

In the beginning it was all forbidden, but forbidden always tastes sweeter. You knew it too, didn't you?

Each glance and each stolen kiss was done carefully, carefully yet passionately, Satoru wanted you so bad. He knew your body, your mindset, your weaknesses and strengths.

It was more than just lust, Satoru cared for you, adored you. He wanted to be there for you, love you.

He loved the idea of having you.

A sweet stolen kiss in an empty classroom, then another during practise while your peers fell too distracted to notice the lingering hand of the older man on the small of your back, those stolen moments became a routine.

Kissing you there, his hips teasing against your behind, rubbing rhythmically, before once again pulling himself a respectable distance away.

He was a deviant, a pervert, but you were worth it all.

Satoru was apologetic towards you, but at the same time greedy. He wanted to take all of you, he desired you so much.

Every now and then, he couldn’t help it. He was getting careless too quickly.

Satoru could feel himself getting hard, it was almost painful. He had a reason to be scared, it was madness he was taking part in.

He never wanted to stop, he wanted more. More of you, more of your lips, more of your touch, more of every inch of your body.

He started going out of his way to see you, always finding those opportunities. Even if it was only for a cup of tea together. He found a reason, an excuse, just to touch you. He loved how you’d laugh, your infectious laughter was something he hoped to never forget.

It was worse that the thought of getting caught drove him deeper into his desire, although it wouldn’t take a genius to figure it out anyway. Everyone thought you two were too close for it not to come out, sooner or later. He’d have to atone for every moment he had with you in the past, in front of the dean, if it ever came to that.

He couldn’t resist you, though, he was and would always be a selfish man.

In love with a fuckin’ student.

Satoru was the one who taught you the meaning of pleasure. Each touch deliberated purely to satisfy you, the man was nothing less than a god in bed. He’d make you scream out his name, over and over, every single time, wanting only him. Pushing you towards ecstasy, each touch more intimate than the last.

Nobody could hold a candle to him, no one.

As if that wasn't enough, he'd wrap you up in his arms, a man who was 1.5 times your size, and you loved it. Basking in his smell, skin, everything.

There was no way to deny the thrill of forbidden, as you'd sneak out every chance given, only to find yourself in a mess of heat behind the closed door in crannies of building.

Places where anyone could walk in to, really, and reveal the dirty secret you took pride in keeping, the thought almost making you sink in guilt. Almost.

Because the guilt would always downsize as he’d capture your lips in a heated kiss, pressing his warmth against you flush, keeping all those sane thoughts far away from your worries.

“Sir,” your breathed ragged in your chest, teeth sinking into your lower lip in futile attempt to keep quiet, feeling a wave of giddiness wash over you. Your breath only hitched more as his palm slowly brushed over your neck, teasing the skin of your jawline, demanding more out of the open mouthed kiss that tangled both your tongues.

“I really-“ taking a sharp breath in as his grip switched to your hair, palming the back of your head, swallowing down each word with generous flickers of his warm muscle, slowly washing away all the resistance you had in your mind.

Because even if you knew it was wrong, you could not dismiss the fact that the man in front of you had to be the most breathtaking one you ever got to be in presence of, and now having his whole attention, made it nearly impossible to think normally. “should get going” your words felt half-assed as you whimpered into his passion, a blunt lie in the light of you gripping his jacket on both sides, doing a poor job at pulling him away, instead welcoming his touch with undeniable eagerness.

You could hear him click his tongue at your hesitance, rolling his eyes playfully beneath the blindfold he wore, as if you could see it.

Even if you couldn’t, his eyes never left your face anyway.

The glossy lips of your own throbbed, but you didn't want him to leave, only letting him inch you further into an empty classroom, away from prying eyes.

"Hush now," using his finger to trace along your jawline, following the curve of your cheekbone down to your chin where he rested his thumb against your plump lips, Satoru had no problem shushing you down. "you can skip one period, no biggie"

His voice carried just the right amount of gentleness mixed with command that always managed to calm any storm brewing inside you whenever it targeted you specifically.

You sighed deeply, closing your eyes, letting him guide you back towards normalcy—or at least attempting to regain control over yourself. "and i told you to call me by my name," his words made it sound as if you were insulting him, that childish man.

But in his defence, it did struck as weird having you call him with formalities in privacy, especially considering he had you bend over his desk more times than you'd like to admit - or was appropriate, if it was at all.

Despite knowing better than to enjoy these moments, there was something comforting about being close to him like this, feeling his warmth radiating through the thin fabric separating you. His touch alone had the power to quieten the chaos raging within you, replacing it with a strange sense of peacefulness and acceptance.

Seeing you lean into him, unable to resist anymore, brought out another side of him; the perverted one. His fingers traced downwards along your shoulders, slipping beneath your uniform to cup one of your breasts lightly through the bra.

His voice lowered further, almost a whisper now. "Look at you though... so innocent, yet so fucking tempting." His words sent shivers down your spine, making you squirm slightly beneath his hold as he continued to knee your chest with his palm, deliberately working his way through the buttons of your shirt, letting it fall to the floor with little to no care.

Sighing in delight as his eyes drew to the plump of your chest, his hand gripping tentatively around the dip of your waist, forcing your belly to come in contact with his. "And to think, I thought I had seen it all.'' With practised ease, he tugged gently on one strap of your bra, revealing your perky breast, thumb circling over the nipple, watching as it hardened beneath his ministrations, begging for his attention.

He leaned closer once more, lips brushing against yours, demanding entrance even though you tried to protest him verbally. This kiss felt different from their usual ones.

More possessive, more hungry.

His hand moved lower, sliding up your thigh, stopping just short of reaching the hem of your skirt, brushing it upwards the curve of your hip, getting himself a good view of pink laced panties that only added up to the sweetness of it all.

You said you loved pink on me, so I’ll wear it always, for you.

His eyes, they always seemed to be drunk on you. The constant flutter never left them, even covered. And as you tried to resist, as you tried to push him away, he effortlessly pulled you back closer each time.

"Shhh," he shushed again, pressing the pad of his thumb on your lips, silencing any further attempts to speak, “you’re making me crazy, don’t do that, I know we are meant to leave, but damn, I can’t...I can’t stop myself, how can you?”

His hands explored your back, leaving not a single part of your skin untouched.

“Now let’s just have an hour, okay?" he intimated. His lips found yours, his tongue bringing you to life, "Let me love you."

Grabbing a handful of your ass, Satoru savored in the feeling of his fingers digging into it's fat, a smirk growing on his face, eyes flickering with lust before locking onto the lingerie piece that barely contained your pussy hidden from his view.

His thumb teased over the edge of it intentionally, the wetness soaking through slowly. "Ugh, you're so damp already."

Your lips gradually found its way towards his adam’s apple, sucking a patter against his throat with intensity Satoru could greatly appreciate.

The greed of this man knew no limits, and with his eagerness to be pleased and show you how needy he is to be bashed in your attention, his whimpers slipped out shamelessly.

"You're killing me," There was nothing better than hearing his whines grow needier, grasping onto your hips more firmly, tugging you closer as if hoping for more of you in order to alleviate the unbearable ache rapidly spreading throughout his body.

Yet, he refrained, knowing better than to take what he wanted, it was about the chase; it was about the buildup, until finally you'd explode in his hands, like a candy bomb.

His jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight, his cock was desperate for release. The need was getting to him, and he could no longer conceal his groan when another wave of lust traveled through his body. "Gonna cum in my pants if you keep doing that," Satoru chuckled sheepishly, feeling your warm breath against his skin as you suckled at the sensitive spot under his jaw.

The heat from your mouth added to his already rising arousal, causing his pants to feel tighter than before, aching in it's awkward confinement. With a last peck on his throat, you reached a steady hand to pull off his blindfold, instantly met with those baby blue orbs already looking at you.

Grinding into your pelvis, corded veins at his neck stood out in relief to the passion shared between you. The sound of his heart pounding directly against your ear coordinating with your lungs visibly surging in and out, attempting to keep up with the new rhythm your bodies had established.

His other hand traced down your spine, rubbing little circles on the side of your knee until he found the back of it, then pushed up gently but firmly, spreading you open for him.

Dipping down for another heated kiss, his tongue pressed against your bottom lip, groaning at the contact, the vibration of it making it's way to the tips of your toes.

He looked like he was in pain and his breathing was harsh and unsteady.

His free hand reached around your waist, pulling you closer until you were half on his lap, half leaning back against the table, all while placing soft kisses along his jawline, sucking gently at the skin where it was most tender.

Fishing underneath your legs, he placed you on his desk with a hard thud, roughed up palms massaging over your quadriceps, preying your thighs open for his eager eyes.

His other hand continued its journey northward, lifting one of your legs over his hip, making sure both feet were firmly planted on the wooden surface.

Your skirt rode up higher, exposing more flesh then you should feel comfortable with, hands grasping in a futile attempt at his uniform jacket, as if begging for reconsideration.

But there was none, at least not while his fingers slid the edge of your panties aside, groaning in delight at the sight of your swollen pussy lips.

Stunned silence filled the empty classroom as he stepped away, admiring the vision in front of him: You, completely exposed and ready for him to devour.

He knew how much you hated being exposed in broad daylight, but there was something about it that drove him insane with lust. The way you squirmed beneath his hand, begging for him and yet so unwilling to give yourself completely was a sight that almost made him cum then and there.

Ignoring any lingering doubts or morals, he slid his thumb over your labia, spreading it slightly to find you already hotter than he expected. Wetter too, slick with anticipation as you moaned his name.

His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of your dripping entrance; he couldn't help but groan deeply, tongue running across his lips in anticipation.

"Look at this pretty pussy, pretty leaking all over my hand," he teased, leaning closer again, his face mere inches away from yours as he spoke. His breath tickled across your neck, sending shivers coursing through your veins.

“Gojo” you huffed, squirming in your seat from embarrassment, your cheeks glowing red while you tried to title your head away.

Seeing your uneasiness made him shudder, a wide grin spreading over his features, dimples appearing along with a short snicker from his side. “I know.”

With infinite care, his thumb brushed against the small entrance, feeling it pulse and tighten at his touch.

As if in a response to your words, he started to rub up and down, paying extra attention to your pearl, rubbing it gently, causing you to whimper, when his middle finger slipped inside, dipping deeper in with a slight twist, feeling the wet walls around his digit, holding onto him like they were never going to part.

Unable to handle it anymore, you pushed weakly against his chest, trying to force him off, only for your hips to rise to meet his finger, betraying your own self-control, as his thumb started to circle your clit, increasing the pressure with each circle until you were shuddering slightly beneath him.

His fingers dipped into you, feeling how slick you were from your arousal, watching how you succumbed to his touch, even as he squeezed your hip, occasionally pinching the fat, letting his gaze venture up to your eyes that were half-lidded from pleasure.

His lips grazed your neck, nibbling softly and leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin, rubbing your thigh slightly rougher than intended as his eyes greedily examined the treasure laid out for his viewing pleasure.

His finger poked at the entrance of your pussy again, observing your wetness, in awe of the tiny pearls of slickness lining it. His cock throbbed with an intensity he could barely contain, knowing full well what lies ahead of him.

But patience won over, spreading your folds with great interest, examining the size and insides as he traced each one of them. Satoru loved the way you were, and his eyes rewarded in the rare sight of seeing all those goodies.

Every single twitch of your muscles around his digit, every whimper from you egging him on further, made him harder each second.

Pressing a firm hand against his desk, Satoru leaned his body weight impossibly closer to you, thriving in the sight of his fingers sliding in and out of you which was more than enough to douse his cock in pre-cum. His balls drew up tightly against his body, a strange combination of relief and frustration washing over him.

Parting your mouth in a breathless gasp, your thighs spread further, encouraged by the guilty pleasure the man had you going through. You were enjoying it too much, feeling him thumbing at that sensitive spot inside of you, making you gasp into his mouth. Surely it was obvious how much this was all getting to you?

He added another finger inside you then, causing another spike of pleasure-turned that lodged deep in your core.

"I’m never getting tired of this," purring into your ear, he moved his fingers faster, thrusting deeper each time until he felt your walls wrap around each digit - an indication of approval from this tight pussy of yours.

Yelping against his lips at the sudden change of pace, your head fell back, your eyes wide with surprise.

Another wave of desire gnawed at him as he thrusted again; this time rougher than before. You cried out against his mouth, your hands digging into his uniform jacket, gripping his shoulders in attempt to ground yourself, begging for mercy on one hand and more on the other.

Biting down on his own lower lip, his free hand travelled up to your neck, pulling you close once again as he started kissing along your throat again, each touch sending another wave of pleasure cascading through your body.

Managing to choke out quiet pleads, you tried to keep your voice steady yet failing as it cracked, your fingers coming to hold onto his forearm, slightly dragging your nails over it.

"Sir please” your words had him let out a dry laugh, amused in the way you’d still call him by formalities, even in the state he got you in- breathing out laboured sighs, arching your hips with a low mewl, looking at him through wet lashes.

“Just a moment,,” he cooed, feeling your walls milk each of his long digits, wanting to prop you so you’d be able to accommodate him later on without much trouble. "I'm considerate of your pussy, see, you should be glad.” he mumbled into your hair, gradually stopping the movement of his digits.

“Now, you were so eager before,” Gripping the curves of your ass firmly, adjusting position so that you were sitting right on edge with thighs wide open for him, Satoru murmured, taking pleasure in shaking you up “undress me?”

Maintaining eye contact with you, he rummaged around his pants, retrieving a condom, all while letting your trembling hands unclasp his belt, getting through the layers of clothes, pants and underwear, letting him relax for a moment while observing the sight of your need before him.

Satoru took his time tearing open the foil package carefully, rolling protection onto his throbbing member, watching your eyes follow it's path.

You took deep breaths whilst attempting to maintain eye contact - always important when having eyes closed could mean the end.

You could tell how much he was holding back; it was clear as day on his face, clenching those jaw muscles and grinding his teeth together while trying not to let out too much noise.

His eyes met yours for what felt like an eternity, slapping his angry red tip against your pussy lips teasingly before pushing into you slowly in clean motion.

You could melt then and there; he matched pace with each thrust, making sure not to hurt you, lightly kissing across collarbone and shoulder blades while he anchored himself with one hand firmly on your hip, the other adjusted his length once more at your entrance.

Your walls were tight, but his size was insistent-pushing its way deep inside you without any hesitation.

"There we go, nice and slow," he leaned down between thrusts, his lips catching yours in a bruising kiss-half demanding half apologetic.

His own pants echoed around the empty classroom, until both of you found a comfortable rhythm, just like he liked best- deep and sensual.

"Clamping around my dick like it's yours, huh," he huffed out a groan after several thrusts, voice cracking under the pressure. "your pussy was made for me, fucking perfect."

His hands moved upwards tracing the scar on your back while kissing parts of your neck intensely.

You were overwhelmed- savoring every touch and thrust while still feeling guilty about it all which drove him further into insanity, making him thrust deeper, filling every inch inside out until only his balls slapped against the base of your ass.

With each brush of his hips, you felt equal parts violation and ecstasy intertwining within. A small voice told you he had lost control henceforth, but it was drowned out by lust and need - needs he seemed eager to fulfil in every possible way, grunting between heavy breaths, pulling back slightly before plunging into you once more.

“Do your best to take it all baby," he groaned before burying himself deeper within you; your body felt like it was consumed by him entirely for an instance.

His free hand moved to your hair again, tugging slightly so your head titled back, giving him a perfect view of the way your neck arched elegantly. A simple show of submission that only made his cock twitch in need.

His growl was a mix of pleasure and dominance as he thrust hard enough against the table beneath him, making you both gasp slightly.

"Feel good?" He asked hoarsely, watching your pupils dilate and your mouth slightly parted - a sure sign of being on the edge.

You nodded blissfully, reaching between your legs to spread your labia with both pointing and middle finger, letting him create a more fluid tempo. "y-yeah, its, fuck-"

Your brain felt too high on pleasure to actually think of an answer, reduced to short and mindless blabbers, not that he cared anyway.

Your back arched into his touch, looking at those baby blue's all love sick, and if Satoru didn't know any better, he'd assume its only you being cock drunk, which still was the case. "hah, s'feels good yeah"

But there was time yet; he didn't want this to end too soon... he wanted you screaming his name in sheer bliss before he could let go himself - he needed it more than anything.

Clasping down on your hips again, his kisses traveled lower on your neck, sucking gently before moving up once more, his tongue exploring exposed skin between each thrust.

With each thrust he watched how inflamed yet sensitive smile remained plastered upon your face from sheer delight, not leaving any part untouched until every last ounce had been taken.

Even the strongest has his weaknesses. Especially if one of them is persistent on getting him deeper into madness. The thing is, Satoru really doesn’t mind letting you ruin him in the process of it.

He’s after all, a simple man, and if reduced to his primal needs, well, there’s only one thing he really craves.

And he'd count down each pass by second, waiting for the next small opportunity to come. He may not be the most patient, but never enough not to wait for you. Even if he wasn’t aware of what you were up to most days, that wasn't an issue, he knew you'd always come back regardless. You were never gone for too long. He didn’t really want you to, either.

Standing near the training field, he busied himself with supervising the first year students, arms crossed over his chest, stripped out of his usual uniform attire to a simple dress shirt, your favorite, he knew, perhaps why he chose to take off his jacket in the first place. Not because of the heat. Just so you’d see him and maybe, maybe-

“Wasn't expecting to run into you here, sir,” There it was, and although he knew it was coming long before he even felt your familiar presence, he still acted surprised, because why wouldn’t he?

“Something on your mind?” your question made him bark out a laugh, as if you didn’t know what was on his mind already. It always surprised him how natural you could act in public, it was nothing but a beautiful act on display. Your words were all sugarcoated lies, and he knew that very well. Still, he’d entertain you by going along, and would let you have fun as long as you wanted.

He’d never been able to get enough of your presence anyway, breathing the same air as him, sometimes it's all it too to forget the heavy stuff and just enjoy it, or you.

"Hm?" Letting out a soft chuckle, his gaze never strayed from you, giving you his undivided attention.

Turning on his heel, Satoru made sure to block his students' view, facing you while his back provided a shield from others who might have witnessed the exchange between him and you. “No, not really,” A teasing glint was now going through his eyes, leaning his face closer to yours, just a small breath away from yours. “nothing you'd need to know of, anyway.”

A grin spread over his features involuntarily as he teased you, hands coming to rest on both sides of his hips, as you pouted at him, frustrated with his dismiss.

You were bold enough to engage him even with others nearby. He’d fuck the shit out of you later for it.

“You going back to others, or do you need something more?” He asked, reaching a hand to squeeze you by your waist, his thumb gliding down to your lower back, wiggling his eyebrows, daringness now evident.

Satoru couldn’t deny you your silly little games, but who was to say he wouldn’t indulge in one of his own? That's what made it fun, after all. Playing coy yet unapologetic, and crossing boundaries neither of you should.

“Satoru,” nibbling on your lower lip, you creased your brows, almost warningly, more than so, provocatively. The one day he can’t have you to the side, you decide to use his name. Cliché.

His laugh was low, sultry and newfound as he looked at you. “You're not trying to get me in trouble, are you?” Satoru asked, his voice filled with dark amusement. Cadence and tone telling you everything you needed to know.

“No sir. I wouldn’t think such way.” you puffed out your cheeks, attempting to look more innocent than you were. Liar, you and him were both aware of that.

His eyes slowly drifted downwards, taking in every inch of your body—your chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric, the slight curve of your stomach, and those enticing thighs that seemed to call out to him. His free hand reached out, tracing lightly over your abdomen before stopping at your waist like the other.

“I swear, I can’t keep my eyes off from you,” he whispered, his voice smoky, not as loud as he usually speaks. "It’s almost a problem. Pity I can’t think about anything else but you, right?"

The man had audacity, but so did you.

Glancing over his shoulder to reassure no one was looking, you let your fingers trace a slow path down his chest, stopping just above his belt buckle. "You're the one who's always flaunting yourself around here like a goddamn peacock. Why should I be the only one suffering?"

And it did things to him, you know it did because the man was a whore for attention, especially one you were able to grant him.

Groaning softly, his eyes drifted shut momentarily as he relished the feeling of your touch on his skin. "Because I'm your teacher, and it's my job to torment you, silly girl," he muttered, and it was your turn to laugh now.

“Oh, really?” Reaching out, he brushed a loose strand of hair away from your forehead, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "Well, aren't you lucky?" You retorted back, arching your eyebrows in mock surprise, flaunting your chest, as if to provoke him further.

A slow, seductive smile spread across his lips as he stepped closer, his imposing presence looming over you, making you feel small yet desired. His erection made a visible tent in his pants, straining against the fabric.

"Oh, I'm lucky alright," he humored, reaching up to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

As he spoke, he continued massaging your scalp, his fingers moving from your hairline downwards, tracing slow circles near the base of your skull where nerves concentrated heavily.

He’s already trespassing by even standing so close to you, but lately, you had him be reckless more than ever.

Heat crept up his face as you cupped his cock, the tip of it straining against his pants. He hissed as you stroked it through the material, head throwing back in frustration.

"T-the luckiest" a scoff left his mouth in attempt cover up the pleasure seeping through his veins, the corner of his mouth twitch nervously with each breaths he took, hand cupping your waist in the same manner your own wrapped around his crotch, giving it a good squeeze as you grinned into his face.

He knew it was wrong. He couldn't deny it, nor did he want to. It was already established long ago he was a monster of his own. You both knew it. But how could he resist such temptation? He wasn’t even trying anyway. "Not here, not now, but baby...fuck, I want you so much."

"Come on, after I see you off to your dorm, I promise, baby, I'll make sure you come so hard you'll be crying from it," He winked, peering down at you from under his expensive black shades, capturing your gaze with intensity.

"You know I don’t disappoint.” fanning his breath over the shell of your ear, a devious idea already formed in his mind, knowing full well what he was about to put himself through.

Satoru Gojo is a bad teacher, but with you being his favorite student, he really doesn't care.

a/n: my first and faremost beloved piece! please do consider not reading it if you don't enjoy age gap thing... lol jk, if you're here u obviously do, love u!

warnings: mermaid hybrid satoru, exploration kink?, suggestive nsfw🔞 this is a long one~

“nngh!”

sounds of distressed whimpers force your head out of your book with furrowed brows—you can barely hear the cries under the steady crashing of waves and birds singing in the wind. part of you thinks you might be going crazy considering no one is within your proximity on this side of the beach. you blink rapidly as you attempt to listen in on the sound and when it doesn’t fade, you hesitantly stand and attempt to make your way closer to it.

but when it leads you to a cluster of all different sizes of rocks near the shore, you sigh. you’re close to just deem yourself crazy, maybe your fantasy book is just encouraging your imagination. but when the whining turns into a faint cry, your curiosity only grows. you squint at the area in attempt to spot the source as you take your shoes off and throw them closer to the dry sand along with your book, as to not get them wet.

you take a step into the wet sand at the very border of the shore where the waves meet your feet as you eye the area.

“is someone there?” you hesitantly call, cringing at the sound of your voice as you look around to make sure no one is seeing you speak to the ocean like an imbecile.

immediately the whining and sobbing halts abruptly, making your brows furrow further with curiosity.

“are- are you hurt?” you ask, taking another step closer to the rocks. the rocks are a bit intimidating even though they’re not submerged much since the tide has shifted so you gulp as you near them.

you’re now ankle deep into the water, no longer needing to go in any deeper to approach the rocks.

it’s silent now. you’re now second guessing if you even heard anything in the first place, but it’s too odd that the noises seemed to stop once you had spoken.

so you finally approach the rocks, laying your palms down on a large one to peek your head over it, half expecting to see a child that’s lost their way.

and what you see makes your eyes widen and the blood drain from your face. you gasp in a mixture of shock, fear, and confusion when you make eye contact with what looks like a fairy tail creature.

you jump back in surprise, stumbling and falling straight onto your ass, completely soaking your bottoms and the hem of your shirt.

“w-what-what the fuck?” you stutter to yourself, shaking your head harshly as you clench your eyes shut and grip the wet sand. maybe these fantasy books are finally getting to you or maybe you fell asleep on the beach and this is all a dream.

a moment later, you blink rapidly as you shakily stand. and this time, you walk around the rock so you can properly see what you think you saw without something in the way.

and once you do, you see it again, staring at you with wide piercing blue eyes. you can’t even speak as you analyze it, much less breathe. it looks deathly afraid of you, whatever it is, and it eyes your every step with the upmost observation and fear.

it’s long scaly fish like tail is a beautiful blue color, but it’s torso and head is seemingly human. it has milky white skin, pecks with nipples like a man, toned arms with little blue fins attached, and hands with fingers— though they seem more webbed than a normal persons. it’s tail begins where a normal humans legs would. it’s some kind of a creature that’s half man and half fish. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say it looks like a mermaid.

you don’t dare to take another step closer, staying a few feet away with caution. it’s tail is caught in some kind of netting connected to the rock and it looks as though the grip it has on it’s tail is so tight that there’s a bit of red blood seeping from it.

it’s not moving one inch as the baby waves crash gently on it. the creature is so still, in fact, that you’d believe it was dead if not for its eery eyes watching your every breath and the way it’s blinking every now and then.

you’ve had the ‘do aliens exist’ talk before, everyone has, but no matter your stance on it, actually seeing something inhuman and seemingly otherworldly is a whole nother conversation entirely.

your breath is shaky as you squint at the netting because even though you have no idea what this creature is, it looks like it’s in pain. you can’t help but wish to help it.

you gulp and take a step closer to get a better look at the netting but the moment you do, it flinches and it’s tail begins to slam against the sand with force— like it’s trying to scare you off by splashing you with the small amount of water under it.

and if his intent was to scare you, it works because you fall right back onto your ass with a gasp as droplets of water litter your face.

“i-i-i’m sorry! i- won’t h-hurt you!” you stutter out, voice shakier than it’s ever been as you wipe your face of the water. you aren’t even sure if this creature can understand your language, but even animals can understand intent so you figure it’s worth a shot.

hesitantly, it slows it’s flopping and tears begin to fall from its beautiful, gleaming eyes as soft whimpers fall from its lips. it seems as though it’s accepted its fate, that you will hurt it or even worse, kill it.

your brows twitch in sympathy as you stand once again. its teary eyes follow you every step of the way as you inch closer to it ever so slowly with hands extended, as if to communicate that you won’t hurt it.

and once you get close enough to potentially touch its tail, you crouch in front of the mid part of it with caution, eyes trained on it’s terrified face.

you gulp. “i’m going to t-try to get this off, okay?” you voice, knowing it likely doesn’t understand you.

it’s face contorts with confusion and eyes flicker down to your hands that are steadily moving towards it’s tail.

you pause for a moment, giving it time to process what’s happening before attempting to make contact. as you get just inches away, it flinches violently, tugging against the netting and letting out a painful whine.

“it’s okay! don’t move— calm down.” you coo, attempting to adopt a calming tone to your voice. it seems to help a bit because its tail stills, though still obviously hesitant.

although your natural curiosity urges you to touch its tail to learn more, you don’t want to frighten the injured creature any further. this is your first time encountering such a being, and it's likely the creature’s first time seeing a human.

you gently place a hand on the net around its tail, careful not to touch the tail itself to avoid scaring it. you carefully maneuver the netting, examining what can be done. the knots are tangled, but not impossible to undo.

you gently let go and look at its face once again with sympathy.

“that must hurt, huh? poor thing.” you coo as it softly sobs, “i’m going to unknot it now.” you explain with a newfound determination.

you begin working, carefully untying the netting as gently as possible. when the creature’s whines intensify from a particularly painful tug, you pause, easing up to show that you mean no harm. this gesture seems to soothe it, enough that its gaze shifts from your working hands to your focused face, filled with curiosity.

you notice that whenever your fingers get close to its tail, there's a subtle resistance, as if an invisible barrier is pushing against you, protecting it from your touch.

finally, you get it untied and you pull the ropesoff of it’s tail with an accomplished sigh. “all done.”

it’s eyes widen in shock as its tail suddenly moves freely. you huff with a cheerful smile, watching as the creature realizes it’s free and no longer doomed to die here. you can’t help but wonder why it was so close to shore in the first place.

then, suddenly, as if realizing you might still pose a threat, it swiftly turns and glides gracefully into a deeper part of the ocean.

you stand up with an expression of bewilderment as you watch it swim into the water, disappearing with a splash of its large tail.

you chuckle to yourself in disbelief, rubbing a hand down your face. your eyes remain fixed on the spot where you last saw it, hoping to catch just one more glimpse before you leave. you know no one would believe you if you told them what you just witnessed, but maybe that’s for the best, given how cruel humans can be.

just as you’re about to turn to retrieve your book and shoes, your eyes light up when it’s white haired head pops up, exposing its face as it stares at you from afar.

when it doesn’t move to leave immediately, you lift a hand and awkwardly wave, mentally cursing yourself when you realize it probably doesn’t know what that gesture means. sure, the way it’s just watching you is a bit unsettling, but it doesn’t seem to have any ill intent. you’re fairly certain it understands that you set it free—or at least, you hope so.

and then, you exhale sharply in bewilderment when it surprisingly copies your gesture, lifting a hand and waving back at you before disappearing back into the ocean.

the next few days you can’t help but visit the same area of the beach again, hoping that maybe you’ll see the astonishing creature again. but you don’t, not for days.

after about a week, you finally see it again, but any hopes or expectations you had are quickly dashed when it merely observes you from a safe distance in the water. you don’t dare to push the boundary and enter the water, fearing that it might scare the creature away or even the possibility that it could hurt you.

in the days that follow, it surprisingly returns each day at the same time to watch you for hours at a time. whenever another human comes by, it vanishes into the ocean in the blink of an eye, only to reappear and gaze at you again. you’ve noticed that it seems particularly interested in watching you read for some reason.

unfortunately, you have college classes to attend still so you’re forced to skip a beach day. the entirety of the class, all you can do is wonder if the creature is waiting for you to show up.

the next day, instead of lounging on the dry sand, you sit in the shallow water, where it reaches up to your waist, wearing your swimsuit.

to your surprise, when it pops up like usual, it doesn’t seem afraid of your new proximity but it stays a long distance away as it eyes you. its expression reads curiosity but you can’t be sure from this distance.

after spending about an hour idly watching the creature and playing with the wet sand under your hands, you grow comfortable. you even close your eyes and bask in the sun.

but when you hear the gentle ripple of water— as if something is moving, you peek open your eyes to see it much closer now.

it scares you at first, making you gasp and scoot back a bit with fear. but your reaction seems to scare it too, making it quickly retreat into the water again.

“n-no! wait! i’m sorry— come back!” you plead in fear that it might never return as you crawl in deeper on all fours, unsure if it can hear you beneath the water.

a moment later, it peeks up at you again, much further than before but still close enough to see. immediately you smile and wave, hoping it recognizes your gesture again.

and it does recognize it, showing a sort of naïveté as its eyes light up and it swims closer, shockingly fast. it’s a bit unnerving how fast it moves but maybe you should have expected as much from a creature of the water. you try not to show any signs of fear or shock at its movement so you don’t potentially scare it away again.

it then exposes its entire face as it lifts a hand and waves back with wonder in its eyes, only feet away from you. it seems it’s hesitant to come any closer because you’re in a shallow part of the shore— though you think that’s for the best because even if it hasn’t hurt you thus far, it’s an unknown creature that you know nothing about. it’s best to keep a small space between the two of you for now.

you take a seat in the water that’s now up to your lower ribs as you examine its beautiful features while it examines yours.

it’s facial features are that of the most beautiful in the world, you think, surpassing even the most famous of beauties in the human race. and it’s eyes are a color that shouldn’t be possible, so piercing blue that they’re almost glowing. its hair is milky white, much more pure of a white than any bleach could ever turn a humans hair— matching its eyelashes and eyebrows. you aren’t sure, but it looks like a man in his twenties.

“beautiful, you’re so beautiful.” you breathe out in awe, making it’s head tilt in curiosity— reminiscent of a puppy.

and then it suddenly speaks, but the language scares you. it’s like no language you’ve ever heard before and it’s tone sounds bewildered. it’s voice is deep and raspy, like a man and you’re not sure what you expected but it wasn’t that.

you can’t help but flinch and gulp a bit at the sound of it, it’s only natural to be afraid of such an unknown sound but you’re trying your best to be open minded.

as if responding to your sign of fear, it begins to speak again but this time— in english.

“c-calm— d-d-ow-n, poor th-thing.” it stumbles over its words, attempting so hard to copy your words and cooing tone from weeks ago when you were freeing it.

you can barely grasp what it’s trying to say, but as you piece it together, your jaw drops in awe. you’re amazed that it remembered what you said well enough to repeat it—especially since it’s using the same calming words you used on it to try to soothe you. It’s as if it’s trying to calm you down, even though it probably doesn’t understand the meaning of the words.

“amazing,” you breathe out, blinking in utter disbelief.

“ama—zong,” it repeats with a curious tone.

you giggle with your eyes crinkled closed as it mispronounces “amazing” as “amazong,” and your laughter only seems to intrigue it further. its white eyebrows twitch as it swims closer, trying to catch more of your laugh.

when you open your eyes again, you find it closer than before, causing you to stiffen and gasp. it’s now only a few feet away, and because it’s in such shallow water, it’s forced into a horizontal position, with parts of its tail visible behind it.

then, it speaks again, slowly, but in its own language like it’s trying to teach you a word.

“sa-tor-u.” it coos, sounding out the word for you to learn with gentleness.

the fear that rose when the creature came closer is quickly replaced with fascination as you focus on the word.

“satoru.” you repeat the word slowly and immediately it smiles as it lifts its tail and splashes the water excitedly.

you chuckle at the sight as droplets from the splash of its powerful tail land on your cheek.

“satoru. what does it mean?” you question with a smile, more to yourself than the creature as you wipe the water away from your cheek.

and as if detecting your questioning tone, he quickly points at itself and repeats the word again.

“you? your name?” you ask, eager to learn more about the creature. but he doesn’t understand your words and simply blinks at you. it’s astonishing that he wants you to know his name—not that you think he’s unintelligent, but you weren’t sure of his level of awareness. ‘satoru’ is primarily a male name, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve come across some humans with the name.

“uh- um,” you then point to yourself and speak your own name slowly, eager for him to learn yours now.

he repeats your name with determination to pronounce it correctly, and you nod with a big smile, delighted by the sound of his beautiful voice saying your name.

then, as if the setting sun is a curfew, satoru suddenly turns and dives into the ocean with urgency. but before disappearing for the night, he resurfaces briefly, waves with a smile, and then vanishes once more.

the following days are some of the most exciting of your life, stories you’ll tell your grandchildren about teaching a beautiful merman to speak english.

unfortunately, the first thing you teach satoru is how to say, ‘stay back or i will hurt you.’ its a bit tough to explain the meaning but once you point to his tail to remind him of the painful netting, he understands for the most part.

you’re afraid someone less moral will come across satoru who’s so beautiful and naive and innocent to the human world. you have to explain that not all humans are like you and though he’s a bit confused, he mostly grasps the concept.

you’ve found that the easiest way to teach satoru about words and meanings is to read to him. he listens to you for hours and when you begin to pick children’s books that help in learning english, he excels quickly.

soon, he’s able to speak at a moderate level and you’re simply aching to ask him every question in the book as you sit in your familiar place in the shallow water by the rocks.

“are you a mermaid?” you inquire, knowing it’s a silly question to ask considering ‘mermaid’ is a silly human term for fairytales.

“‘mer-maid?’” he repeats with curiosity, and you chuckle to yourself. you should have expected that response.

“where were you born? how old are you?” you instead question, eagerly.

he points to the open ocean before turning back to you. “eight— six.”

you hum in thought, recalling how you’ve already tried teaching him about human days and years, but it seems he has his own way of measuring time. you’ve discovered that in his terms, eighty-six translates to twenty-six in your time.

“are there a lot of your kind?”

“yes. lot.” he nods, seemingly happy to be able to communicate with you.

“are you able to get out of the ocean completely? or do you need the water to breathe?” you ask.

“no, i can get out. but we are not supposed to. rules,” he grumbles, clearly annoyed by the rule. you wonder if he might be a bit of a rebel in his society. this also explains why he was treading so close to the shore when he got caught in the net.

“can i ask question too?” he suddenly questions.

your brows twitch in slight surprise at his curiosity and you nod with a smile.

“why do you save me?” he suddenly asks, referring to the time you met and you freed him from the netting.

you exhale with sympathy as you gaze at him.

“why not? i saved you because you were in pain.”

he blinks at you with utmost wonder in his blue eyes and then quickly refocuses onto his next question— as if he’s afraid he won’t have time to ask everything he wants to.

“how many are you?” and his question slightly confuses you until it clicks that he’s asking your age.

“uh— in your time, i’m eight-one,” you explain, converting your age of twenty-one into a number he can understand.

he immediately coos, “cute. you are young. in my home, you would be offered up to mate.”

you blush a bit and gasp a bit before chuckling nervously. “o-oh!”

“do you have a mate?” he asks with gleaming, glowing eyes.

you breathe out a laugh. “no. do you?”

“how do you say—” he hums in thought, likely looking back on your language exercises, “—hell no.”

immediately, you burst into a fit of giggles. that phrase was one of your favorite to teach him.

“beautiful. you are beautiful,” his smile broadens at the sound of your laugh, breathing out audibly through his nose— making a noise reminiscent of an awe.

your eyes widen at his compliment, blinking rapidly as your cheeks burn. “w-wow, me? says you.”

“thank you!” he cheers, like a child who has been taught to say thank you after every compliment— it makes you snap out of your flattered state and giggle a bit.

“what are these? why?” he questions and you jump when you feel his fingers graze along your calf under water.

“m-my legs? um- i’m not sure why. to walk i suppose.” you shrug, slightly shivering at his touch with a blush. you hadn’t made physical contact yet and it’s a bit unnerving. he doesn’t seem to be the shy type.

“painful?” he questions with concern, fingers still curiously exploring your legs gently.

you giggle softly at his assumption, and he tilts his head at you with a curious smile. you figure he thinks your legs must be painful since they’re split in two instead of being one piece like his tail.

“no, not painful,” you shake your head, attempting to eye his hand traveling up your thigh through the murky water as you grip the sand.

“soft,” he says before dipping his head under the water, intently examining your legs. he runs his hands along them, but when he reaches the inside of your thighs in exploration, you gasp and quickly grab his hands to stop him before he can reach your private area. he surfaces, looking at you with a puzzled expression.

“hurt you? sorry, i’m sorry.” he pouts, slightly pulling back and lowering himself to show that he’s a non-threat submissively.

you huff and gently pull his hands from your legs so you can interlock yours with his— partly to keep control of where he puts them and partly to just feel his skin.

“you didn’t hurt me. that area is just,” you pause, thinking on the right words to use for this, “-sensitive and private.”

he moves closer again, your friendly gesture of holding his hands helping him to relax, as his fear of hurting you fades and interest takes its place. he says a word in his own language and you blink at him with confusion.

“what’s the word for— is it—mating organs?”

“um— ‘mating organs’?” and quickly you realize that you had never taught him a word for your reproductive organs and your face burns in embarrassment. “oh uh— yes, sort of.”

“can i see?” he questions, making your embarrassment sky rocket. it’s obvious he’s simply intrigued with the human body, without ill intent.

“uh— that’s not a good idea,” you quickly utter, letting go of his hands and shutting your thighs tightly.

he starts pouting, and if there’s one thing you’ve learned about satoru over the past few days, it’s that he’s kind of needy and playful, and definitely prone to pouting when things don’t go his way.

“why?” he whines, hands returning to caress your ankles gently.

“uh-um because— well, that’s like me asking to see your- fish-tail-mating area,” you exclaim dumbly, unsure of if he even has male reproductive organs like humans do.

he blinks at you, pout still prominent.

“‘fish tail?’” he repeats, thinking for a moment before his brows raise in understanding.

“you can see and i can see!” he shouts, as if he’s just solved the issue easily.

you gulp and your gaze flickers around, avoiding his gaze in utter disbelief. you’re pretty sure that he’s insinuating a ‘i’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ situation.

“please?” he pleads, and you wish you hadn’t ever taught him the word because his sweet, graceful tone sways you, as if his voice has a spell woven into it.

you can’t deny your own curiosity about his tail and his anatomy, so you find yourself looking around the empty beach before gulping and nodding—for research purposes.

he brightens up and promptly adjusts into a seated position. using his palms, he scoots closer to the shore, encouraging you to move back until his tail is completely exposed. he rests his back against one of the many rocks by the shore as the baby waves crash against the both of you.

you gulp as your eyes linger on his stunning physique, sitting back on your calves while you focus on where his abdomen transitions into his tail. he seems to notice your ogling, taking your hand and gently guiding your fingers from the wet ridges of his abs down to his scaly tail.

“w-wow, you’re so beautiful.” you breathe, lips slightly parted as your breathing deepens in astonishment.

he giggles, as if he’s quite used to this type of admiration, and lets you explore his tail. when you reach his fin, he playfully flicks it up, huffing in amusement when you flinch and gasp.

you then bring your hand to press against his warm chest, where his heart is and your jaw drops when it beats in such an irregular way— unlike any human heart.

“your heart! it’s- amazing.” you breathe in awe, moving your fingers around slightly to feel it better.

his head tilts in wonder before reaching out and pressing his own finger tips to your chest, just between your breasts.

and after a moment of waiting, he gasps and hunches forward to suddenly press his ear to your chest.

“boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!” he breathes in astonishment, now understanding why you were so amazed at his heart beat. he thinks yours sounds so comforting, he could stay pressed to your soft chest all day.

you chuckle and blink down at him, slightly embarrassed that he’s pressing into the fat of your breasts. but after a few long moments of him simply listening to your heart, you gently pull his head up to lean against the rock once more.

“you keep feel?” he questions, asking if you’re done exploring his body or not.

although you feel a bit deranged for letting your mind wander, you can’t help but ponder how his kind reproduces. you don’t see any visible dick of any kind but you do see a slight bulge where his dick should be.

you tilt your head at it, hesitant to ask but it seems you don’t have to because he notices.

“under. like your cover.” he gestures towards your bathing suit bottoms with a slight blush dusting his high cheekbones.

“o-oh, i see,” you stutter with a bashful smile, lowering your chin in an attempt to avoid eye contact with the bulge beneath his scales.

as if reading your mind, he then tilts his head down to make eye contact with you.

“you want to see?”

you part your lips and stutter, blinking rapidly.

“um- if that’s okay.” you gaze up at him nervously, biting your lip coyly. you figure if you’re ready to reveal what’s beneath your bottoms, it’s only fair that he does the same.

though he seems quite shameless and confident, he grows shy as he moves his scales to the side and exposes a slit.

your brows furrow, eyes squinting briefly as you focus in on the area. you can’t help but gasp when a long, thick member resembling a human cock slides out. it’s nearly identical to a humans, except for the fact that it has blue scales near the base.

it bobs, seemingly hard, but you aren’t sure if he’s naturally this size or not. you wonder if it’s potentially arousing him to show his genitalia to a human but you can’t deny the possibility that you’re just demented.

“w-wow, big,” you gulp, in a slight haze as you watch a bead of what looks like pre cum dribble out of his tip. you don’t even realize what you just said until he’s chuckling.

“human not ‘big’?” he questions, almost slyly. he seems quite confident in his body, which he absolutely should be considering how ethereally gorgeous he is from top to bottom.

you clear your throat and force your gaze away from his throbbing member.

“n-not usually that big.” you mumble. “are those.. scales?” you point at the scales near the bottom of his cock.

“yes, touch?” he asks, reading that look on your face as a look of a creature that wants to mate— though he’s not so ignorant as to be unaware that you’re likely just curious like he is.

your eyes widen even wider and your mouth opens and closes as you try to put your thoughts in order. you aren’t sure if he’s so shamelessly lewd as to ask you to jerk him off.

“no mate, just touch,” he attempts to clarify, delicately grasping your willing hand and moving it close until it’s just inches away from the scales you were curious about.

how many human can say they’ve ever had this opportunity before? to explore a merman’s body? you figure as long as you just touch briefly, it’s fine, it’s not like you have harmful intentions.

you gulp and your gaze flickers up at him as if to make sure it’s okay to be doing this before focusing on his cock.

you softly brush your fingers along the ridges of the bumpy, slick scales at his base, causing his cock to twitch. you glance up at his face as he whines a word in his language and unintentionally thrusts his hips toward your touch.

the scales are soft but textured at the same time, and they seem to ripple in response to your touch—as if they’re just built to react to stimulus that way.

“o-okay you can put it away,” you quickly mutter when you form the instinct to wrap your hand around his cock and pull more of those adorable whines out of him.

he nods, eyes lidded and breathing deeper than before. you watch as it slides back into his slit and he covers it with his scales once again. it’s a bit bizarre the way it retracts and moves but mostly fascinating.

“my turn?” he questions eagerly, gently nudging your legs with one hand as to make them part while the tip of his fin grazes your outer thigh.

your nerves rise as you close your eyes and take a deep breath. a promise is a promise and though it’s nerve racking, you want to prove that even though you’re a strange creature in his eyes, you’ll stick to your word.

“y-yes.” you nod with a nervous smile.

excitement litters his face as he moves to lie on his stomach, tail playfully tapping against the shallow puddle of water beneath.

you tentatively and somewhat embarrassedly get into position, with your legs bent on either side of his head and leaning on your elbows to watch what he does.

you attempt to take deep, steady breaths as he gently pushes your thighs apart with warm hands.

shakily, you let them part ways, allowing him to push them as far apart as they go until you feel the subtle burn of the stretch. it’s really not his fault, he’s likely completely unaware of how far your legs can push apart.

you can’t help but imagine how startling this sight would be if someone were to stumble upon it. he then pulls at the material of the gusset of your swimsuit with confusion, making your abdomen gently flinch.

“is this connect to you?” he looks up at you. it seems he’s asking if your swimsuit is similar to his scales that cover his slit.

“no, i can take it off.” you utter shyly before simply pulling it to the side so he can see your pussy.

immediately his eyes widen and he leans in so close that you can feel his breath fan over your twitching folds.

you’re aware he’s likely never seen a humans genitalia before and has nothing to compare yours to but it doesn’t stop you from growing self conscious under his stare.

“like me?” he asks, blinking up at you with furrowed brows. he’s attempting to ask if you have a cock that comes out of your slit as well, though your slit does look very different than his.

“n-no, no. it’s just a.. hole.” you explain, humiliated, blushing, and gripping the sand to cope with the embarrassing words.

“what is this bump?” he questions, pointing at your twitching clit, fingertip only breaths away from making contact.

“um— mating.. tool?” you cringe at your choice of words but he chirps a hum as if understanding— though you aren’t sure how much he could possibly understand form your poor explanation.

“touch?” he asks, not taking his eyes away from your slit. he doesn’t miss the way your ‘mating tool’ spasms when he speaks.

you gulp and close your eyes with a sharp exhale through your nose, trying to collect yourself and your naughty urges.

“why?”

“to see more,” he explains, “so compact.” you can tell he’s referring to the way your outer lips keep your inner lips closed to an extent in this position.

“o-okay,” you nod, watching him like a hawk as he reaches out and pulls one of your outer lips to the side, making your folds straighten out on that side. it allows for a peek into your clenching chasm and it only intrigues him further, squinting his eyes to look into your hole.

“smells yummy,” he whines out, causing your pussy to clench around nothing and slowly leak a bit of arousal. you bite back a moan at his unintentional compliment.

“a-are you done?” you gulp, hoping he doesn’t question your slick leaking out.

“this is your mating hole?” he refers to your pussy and you bite into your bottom lip, mind racing with ideas of ‘mating’ with the beautiful creature in front of you and how it would work.

“y-yes,” you stutter, breathy.

“you have mated before?” he asks, gaze flickering up at you and gently letting go of your lips. it takes everything within you not to laugh at his question, he’s basically asking if you’re a virgin.

“no, have you?” you turn his question back on him with a small smile.

“no, that’s for life long mate,” he admits with a matching smile, leaning in and licking an affectionate stripe up your inner thigh.

you gasp pathetically in pleasure and your thighs clench, making you quickly cover your pussy with your bottoms once again in fear of your urges pushing this experience too far before you know it.

“o-okay no more.”

he frowns a bit at the sight of your covered pussy and gently pushes back into the water to submerge more comfortably.

you settle into a criss crossed position after scooting closer until the water reaches your waist.

“thank you for showing me, you are interesting,” he coos with a smile, gently lifting a dripping finger to brush it down your cheek, making you shiver.

you exhale slowly and lean into his touch. “will i see you again?”

he suddenly seems as though he has an idea or remembered one, face lighting up.

“i be back—wait,” he voices briefly before turning and diving into the water so fast that you’d have missed it if you blinked.

you can’t help but furrow your brows and reach out to the ocean in fear that he might never come back— even in spite of his words. but a few moments later, he re-emerges, making you exhale in relief. he seems to have brought you a large white shell.

“watch,” he coos, keeping eye contact with you as he brings it to his lips and blows. a beautiful sound comes out of the shell, inducing a peaceful tranquil feeling deep within causing you to light up with awe.

“you call and i come,” he explains softly, wrapping your hands around the shell like it’s a precious gift.

your heart flutters at his words and the feeling of his hands around yours, eyebrows twitching in a pout when he lets go.

the sun suddenly sets below the ocean and now it’s his turn to pout. “i must go.”

and just like that, he kisses the back of your hand before escaping back into the dark ocean, leaving you to wonder when you’ll see him again.

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i am so in love with mermaid satoru bye