nice tits, tough guy.
โคท pairing: satoru gojo + fem!reader
warnings: praise, established relationship, brief allusions to face sitting, mutual tit sucking, fairly vanilla, tw: happy couple thatโs super in love,
genre: smut, porn with minimal plot, lots of fluff
1837 words
you and satoru are on your bed and before you know it your tits are in each otherโs mouths.
a/n: iโve been working on this for over 5 months, enjoy :)
the two of you sat on your shared bed; a soft woven blanket draped over your lower halves, satoruโs head nestled in your lap, his face turned to the side, and gaze focused on the movie playing in front of you.
your fingers were mindlessly running running through satoruโs soft, snow white locks as he purred in blissful gratitude. if you ever paused your movements, satoru would whine until you pet his head again.
it was truly endearingโ how your six foot four boyfriend made himself so small, curled up on your lap, and whining like a kitten when your attention focused on anything other than him.
satoru didnโt think heaven was attainableโit was just another unreachable place stuck between the borders of infinity. but, lying here with you as you scratched his scalp and met his gaze every so often with nothing but adoration in your eyes, he thinks heโs reached heaven.
satoru turns around, away from the movie playing in front of you, and repositions himself on your lap so that his face is in front of your torso. he nuzzles his face into your clothed stomach while humming in contentment. then, satoruโs hand reaches up to cup at your breast through your shirt in a oddly casual, domestic way.
your attention focuses away from the movie and instead on your boyfriendโs sudden, arbitrary actions. your brows furrow in confusion; what is he doing? your thoughts are abruptly cut short when satoru thumbs softly at your nipples through your shirt. a pleased, breathy laugh escapes his lips after he finds that you have forgone wearing a bra.
he circles and gently pulls at your clothed nipples until theyโre sensitive and your eyes are fluttering shut as you sit above him. your brows are pinched ever so slightly and satoruโs chest swells when he looks at you, smiling at how cute you look. โsatoru?โ, you question. youโre surprised by the slight breathlessness in your voice already, but that was just the effect that gojo satoru had on you.
he ignores you, bunching up the cotton material of your shirt just enough to reveal your bare stomach. you inhale sharply when the cool air hits your skin.
your boyfriend takes several moments to admire the expanse of your skin, the curve of your hips, the freckles heโs mapped like constellations countless times, and the soft pudge of your tummy. satoru then presses a feather light kiss to your stomach and in response your insides flutter. he pulls away and looks up at you through long, white lashes. he smiles softly, the sapphire irises of his eyes containing a thousand words that are needless to say out loud.
he presses another kiss. then another. then another. then he bites; he bites the skin of your stomach like you were just another sweet treat he was ready to devour. little did you know you were. you wince above him at the sharpness of his canines digging into the sensitive parts of you๏ฟผ.
โlift up your shirt.โ satoru deadpans.
you comply instantly, pushing your shirt up to sit just below your collarbones and allowing your breasts to spill out. your cheeks flush with tremendous warmth at your sudden exposure compared to satoruโs lack of it.
your boyfriend briefly admires your breasts with wide eyes and a loving smile until indisputable, carnal desire consumes his senses. satoruโs eager hands come up to cup at your tits and knead the soft skin. he hums at the way that the flesh spills into his hands, a feeling heโs grown accustomed to but will never become tired of. you flinch under his grasp, whining at the feeling of his big hands pawing at you. you found that everywhere that his hands touched left your skin scalding.
โpretty,โ he mutters. satoru leans up, his body still draped over your lap, and presses a quick kiss between your breasts before latching his mouth onto your nipple. his eyes flutter shut and tranquillity settles over his features, humming at the taste of you on his tongue and the farmiliar feeling of your tits in his mouth. he languidly swirls his tongue around it, gently licking and suckling until youโre spit slicked, sensitive, and squirming above him.
satoru coaxes you into a state of delirium in which youโre left helpless: heaving and whining as goosebumps prickle your skin, your nipples become sensitive, and shocks of heat surge through you and make home in between your legs.
โo-oh fuckโ, you mewl, stomach churning thick like honey and cunt growing damp. tremors run through your body as you begin to curl in on yourself in ecstasy.
his lips are soft, plump, and decorated with a sheen of strawberry chapstick; whenever he wraps them around you, you canโt help but whine at the way they cushion against you.
โsatoru,โ you keen, body trembling at the fleeting touches, versant hands, and the way satoruโs lips feel soft like an angels cheek. your eyes flicker over him and in a stroke of serendipity notice the tightness of his white shirt and the way his nipples pebble and poke through the cotton. suddenly, you feel hot all over at the thought of satoruโs tits. lust consumes you like a flood comsumes the the streets of earth at the thought of his pressing kisses and sucking bruises into his flushed chest.
โcan i uh- lift up your shirt?โ you whisper shyly.
satoru hums, pulling away from your titsโ a string of saliva connecting them to his mouth. he nods, ears twinged pink as the corner of his lips upturn.
you scrunch up his shirt so it sits on his collarbone. your body feels all too warm now that the delicate, unmarked canvas of his skin is exposed. you sigh as you admire the hard muscle of his stomach, the ridges of his abs, the softness of his skin, and the bulk of his chest. youโve seen his tits all too many times before but never really studied them until now. theyโre so pretty. you think.
his nipples are a soft shade of pink, puffy from his arousal. theyโre a beautiful contrast to his milky skin. your hands move to tentatively rest on the curve of his back, urging him forward so that youโre eye level with his tits.
embarrassment settles in and takes form in your warm cheeks and shaky hands. this is embarrassing; youโve never asked him for something like this. youโve never done this.
your eyes flicker to satoruโs and you find yourself lost in turquoise pools of andromeda. all coherent thoughts and anxieties melt away at the loving way he looks at you, eager eyes full of adoration.
โyouโre so pretty โtoru.โ you sigh, leaning forward to kiss his sternum. your lips graze the very bottom of his chest, teeth scraping over the skin as satoru gasps above you. you plant kiss after kiss over the expanse of his chest before making your way over to his tits.
you part your lips, tongue peeking out to timidly lick at one of satoruโs nipples before sucking it softly into your mouth. โo-oh,โ satoru stutters. you repeat the action: gently swirling your tongue around the soft, pink bud before encasing the plush of your lips around it. your other hand comes to softly scratch your nails up and down his abdomen, tracing the hard dips of muscle as you continue to suckle on his chest.
satoru has always been sensitive: his neck, his chest, to the dip of his spine, his cock, his thighs, just below his ears, and presumably in any other places you have yet to discover. the thought of seeing if he can cum just from having his tits sucked briefly crosses your mind; thatโs something for another time.
you trail your unoccupied hand up hand to grope at his chest, kneading the silky flesh, and satoru makes the prettiest sound above you. โyouโre so sensitive,โ you giggle. you gently take his other nipple in between your fingers and pinch and pull at it until heโs is whining above you.
โf-fuck, oh fuck,โ satoru moans. you peer at him through your lashes, feeling something swirl in the very bottom of your stomach as your cunt grows sticky. you drink in the rosy flush dusting his cheeks and the tops of his ears, the soft slant of his nose, the welcoming curve of his lips, the aquamarine crystals of his eyes as they roll back, the fluttering of his lashes, the soft tufts of his hair, and his parted lips as the gasp and tremble.
a soft whine escapes your lips at the sight of your boyfriend quivering above you; the subtle vibrations against satoruโs skin making his hips buck carelessly, his cock weeping in the unforgiving confinement of his shorts. heโs so hard.
there is a gluttonous ache inside of him churning slowly in the pit of his stomach. perhaps itโs the way your breasts press togetherโsoft and suppleโas you lean over him. perhaps itโs knowing the sounds he could pull from you if his mouth was on your chest right now.
โfuck, pleaseโ
he doesnโt even know what heโs asking for, he doesnโt even recognize the desperation in his voice. his skin feels too hot. youโre making him feel so good; mindless whines are tumbling out of his mouth without being of his own accord as you kiss at his nipples and he gets lost in his own thoughts. his mouth, desperate and greedy, longs to feel your skin, to retrace the lines he knows so well, and to make you feel good.
โsweetheart,โ he whines, โgotta make you feel good too.โ your chest flutters with warmth and you feel yourself whimper against his skin. โcโmere,โ he places his hands on the dips of your hips, urging you forward just a bit more so that your breasts spill directly in front of his face. โthere she is.โ he sighs, wrapping his lips around the soft bud of your nipple.
satoru kisses and sucks on your breasts as you continue to do the same to his, the both of you exchanging a chorus of hushed whimpers, noises reserved solely for the two of you.
โsatoru, itโs โs good.โ
โi know baby, i know.โ he whispers.
you sit like that for a while, mouths occupied, nipples tender and swollen, whining, skin flushed, the air thick and heavy, and hands progressively growing greedier. your hand was stroking satoruโs cock through his sweats as he mindlessly bucked into your hand. his hand was cupping your cunt through your shorts, petting at the warmth as you pressed yourself into him.
satoru is the first to pull away, panting from his uninterrupted assault on your breasts. โokay sit on my face right now before i die,โ
you flush, โokay.โ
he leans up and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. โthen iโm fucking you stupid.โ
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"Pusheen?" You called out to your lovable grey tabby cat as you looked around your bedroom for her. "Pusheen? Oh, Pusheen?"
You didn't see or hear her.
You check your closet.
"Pusheen?"
She's not there.
You then decide to have a peek inside the bathroom to see if she was perhaps having an afternoon bath.
She did love pretending to be a mermaid.
"Pusheen?"
Turns out she wasn't.
Your next place to check was the kitchen, but you didn't find Pusheen there, which shocked you since you knew that was her favorite place in the house.
As you took your search to the living room, a worried look crossed your face.
Where could your chubby cat be?
Suddenly, you spot your basket of laundry on the floor and it starts to shift.
Raising an eyebrow, you slowly approach the moving clothes with caution.
Something was inside, but what exactly?
Pusheen immediately emerges from the bundle as your pink and white sock lands on her head.
"There you are!" You beam, bringing a hand down to pat her head.
"Such a silly cat," you said with a giggle.
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