warnings. mdni. satoru eating u out while u rant about ur (college) problems. cunnilingus + fingering.
“I loathe that man, ‘toru. I used to pray a car would hit me as I was crossing the road so I wouldn't have to attend his lectures anymore.”
“A car, huh?” His laugh is breathy, a huff of warm air against your inner thigh. “Bit extreme, baby. Even for you.” Usually, he’d have something snappy on deck. Something quick-tongued and needling, a passing dig at your professor to keep you (and himself) entertained. But his attention is elsewhere. Bright eyes are glued to the sight of you spread wide, your cotton underwear soaked through and clinging to the swollen outline of your folds.
“m’ serious, ‘toru.” You exhale, shakily, as he hauls the cotton aside. “Guy’s got a fuckin’ stick up his ass.”
“Yeah?” He hums, barely listening. He’s busy staring, practically salivating at the sight of you bare ‘n dripping. Deciding he wants a taste, he nuzzles his nose into your pussy like an eager puppy. Two fingers, already soaked in your sticky arousal, haul your folds apart, exposing your twitching clit to the air. Your toes curl into the mattress and you gasp as his tongue licks up your slit, catching every bit of the salt-sweet mess trickling from your pussy, savoring every drop.
“Yeah.” You pout—a glossy, trembling jut of your lower lip that breaks into a moan when he thrusts a thick finger into your hole. You’re trying to hold onto the anger, trying to stay present. “Gave me a—fuck… gave me a flat zero. Said I missed the references.”
“You’re taking my fingers so well. Cute hole’s just swallowing ‘em whole.” He says, offhandedly, watching his digits vanish into the warmth of your walls. The casual praise makes your stomach churn—a coil of desperation and thrumming need.
“Are you—are you even listening to me?” It's a hollow question. You already know the answer. He isn’t in the room with your academic failures; he’s buried and fascinated by your undoing.
“Swear m’ trying. Getting kinda’ hard, though. She’s real fucking sloppy.” Your pussy’s loud and squelching each time he drives another finger deep. He’s scissoring into you, churning your slick into a froth.
“I got another idea, hm?” He grunts, withdrawing his fingers with a final, wet pop. He leans in, pressing a wet, messy kiss directly to your clit before shifting back. He settles against the headboard, the prominent, heavy bulge in his pants front and center. You tilt your head at him, dazed and confused.
“Sit on it, baby. Get on top ‘n ride it out. You can whine about your professor as much as you fucking want then. Easier for me to listen when you're choked up on it, hm?” You’re fairly certain he’s lying through his teeth about the listening part, it’d be hard to hear anything over the sound of your pussy greedily milking him dry, but you’re not exactly lining up to argue now, are you?
+ prof might genuinely b the first educator in history who sucked so bad it inspired a fanfic
