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Mile High Club s. gojo

✩࿐ summary: your boyfriend satoru wildly misinterprets your random discussion topic and he makes it his mission to satisfy you.

content: trans!reader, mostly masc terms used (cock/dick/ect) pussy mentioned a few times, anal, squirting, finger sucking, exhibitionism, blow job, creampie, service top satoru, wc; 6.3k

a/n: okay… elephant in the room… it’s been over a year since i’ve posted a new fic. for that, i am deeply sorry for. my life has gotten incredibly crazy, being kicked out of my childhood home with my family, mental health issues, ect. not an excuse, but explanation really. anyway, i’m back with this!! i’m part of the summer in okinawa event for gojo self shippers, this is the prompt for day one!! so excited to share and hopefully continue to write. thank you, i love you and please enjoy! ❤️

masterlist. summer in okinawa event. day two.

Satoru loved to spoil you.

Since the moment you met him, he’d been prone to random gifts and acts of service. He said it was his absolute pleasure, a cute cheeky grin on his face as he proclaimed that it was something he was going to do anyway. However, it was no shock to learn, after you got together, Satoru was going out of his way to do things for you.

Why not flatter you while I’m trying to prove how useful I am? His toothy grin was almost blinding as he tucked his face into your shoulder. Also it’s so easy, you barely ask for anything.

Usually you had absolutely no problem with indulging in Satoru’s overwhelming need to satisfy you. It was endearing. Incredibly sweet to have a man go out of his way to ensure you were comfortable, and happy, and safe. He’d bought you a binder when the old one was worn out, he helped you cut your hair just the way you liked it, and he always managed to pick out your favorite movies on particularly bad days. Satoru was warm and loving. He was easily the best boyfriend you’d ever had. (He loved to claim you were an even better boyfriend, but, of course, you didn’t agree.) And of course this relationship wasn’t one sided. There were various predicaments you’d found yourself in thanks to Satoru’s overwhelming support. Your favorite in particular was stopping by his favorite crepe shop, getting the nastiest sweetest thing on the menu, and surprising Satoru in his office. (What would ensue after said surprise was private and unimportant. But it can be said Satoru repaid more than what was necessary.)

The point is, usually, you understood why Satoru was so eager to satisfy your needs. He got off on it. He almost fed off hearing your laugh and seeing your smile, then the familiar murmurs of approval. He’d said so himself one night. Satoru was easy to read.

But right now, sitting on the airplane toilet as your boyfriend hovered over you, you weren’t entirely sure why he was so adamant to fulfill the flippant joke you made before boarding.

You know, I read about this thing online, you uttered, trying to calm your nerves as you passed through the doors into the hallway towards the plane's entrance. Satoru stood next to you, as he always did, looking ahead with barely contained disdain. (He really, really wanted to just teleport to Okinawa. You refused almost immediately.) With a hum, he drew his attention to you. I was just curious about how long it takes to get checked in and everything, but stumbled upon these people talking about the Mile High Club. And, Satoru, there’s all these people who just have sex on planes. It’s raunchy.

Satoru had drawn closer during your explanation, eyes almost magnetized to the side of your face. Sex? In the middle of the flight? Sounds stressful trying to avoid too many prying eyes.

Isn’t that what makes it hot? You teased back with a cheeky grin, glancing up at him with hot cheeks. Anyway, it wouldn’t even be in front of everyone, but the bathroom. Imagine… I think it’d be hot to get a blowjob while we’re 11 kilometers in the air.

You do? He asked quietly, eyes wide and overly serious.

It’s a nice fantasy. You shrugged back, placing the conversation in the deep recesses of your mind. It was like the various other offhanded conversations you and Satoru had in passing. Nothing to dwell on, nothing to tuck away for later. Just a nice, funny thing you found while making the plans for your anniversary trip.

Satoru, though, he doesn’t forget. You should know better by now.

Within the first hour of the flight, you’re placing your hand on his thigh, leaning over to let him know you’re going to the bathroom and would be right back. He gave you this wide eyed look, as if caught off guard but also… eager? His voice had been barely a whisper as he let you go.

Your ass had just barely made contact with the plastic white seat before your boyfriend was there with you. Standing in front of you, Satoru’s arms awkwardly sat against his sides, fingers nervously rubbing against his pant leg. He stared at you with the same wide eyed look he had earlier and you were sure your own face reflected.

So, here you are in the present. Staring up at your boyfriend in the plane’s bathroom as he sweats his ass off.

“Satoru?! What— What the hell are you doing in here?” You whisper sharply, tugging your pants high enough to preserve your modesty.

Satoru’s adamsapple bobs, then he gestures vaguely down at you, “You said… that you had to go to the bathroom.” His eyes shift down, another gulp and they snap back up to you.

“Yes, because of my nervous bladder. Why are you in the bathroom?” You ask incredulously.

Satoru blinks, “You don’t want to.. do anything?”

You frown, “I want to piss, Satoru.”

He has the audacity to frown back, eyebrows pinched, “But what about the mile high shit or whatever you were talking about?”

Immediately, realization washes over you. All those looks, the nervous sweat on his brow, the (cute) pinch of his brow— Satoru genuinely believed that you bringing up that internet shit was no coincidence. The man truly and wholeheartedly believed you wanted to fuck him in this tiny bathroom on your four hour flight.

Lord.

“I’m not going to fuck you in this tiny bathroom, Satoru. It’s unsanitary and extremely inappropriate in a public setting.” You say firmly, shooting him a look as you draw your legs closed in hopes of finishing up and deterring your overly imaginative boyfriend from any more ideas.

Satoru has the gall to look disappointed, “But I’ll suck your dick— you love it when I suck your dick!” He whined, leaning forward to loom over you as he bit his lip.

“Yes, I do, but when we’re home alone and not with 135 other people just outside the door!”

“Baby, I will suck your dick so good you’ll forget we’re even on a plane. That would help, right?”

“No! No, it wouldn’t help.” You glance around the confined space. Even if you wanted to, Satoru was much too tall and the both of you wouldn’t be able to comfortably maneuver around. It’d be more uncomfortable than pleasurable.

Satoru snaps his fingers, pointing his index into your face. “See! You’re thinking about it. Which means you want to, you’re just trying to convince yourself otherwise.”

Damn him and how well he knew you.

You blink up at him, “Satoru, I— it’s like that fantasy you have with me, right? Where we’re both in the sky and you fuck me and hold me close. Remember? That’s a fantasy.”

“Uh, not really. I’d do that given the chance. You just always refuse because you hate heights.” Satoru’s eyes grow a little distant as he seems to reminisce, his lips cracking upwards. “Wouldn’t even have to be too high. But having you face the world while I fu—“

You reach up, covering his mouth as a blush spreads across your cheeks. “You’re a sick perverted freak, Satoru, you know that?” Satoru only looks at you with those shining blue eyes of his, glimmering in a way that seemingly says ‘but you love me’ in his own way.

Your hand is there only for a moment longer thanks to the quick, and disgusting, lick Satoru gives.

“Eugh!” You squeal, immediately wiping the spit off on his shoulder.

Satoru’s stare is flat, “Baby, you’ve had me spit in your mouth before, why are you grossed out?”

You slow to a stop, then shoot him another look in discontent, “Because it’s nasty. It’s all warm and slimy—“

“That’s so unimportant right now.” Satoru brushes off your complaint. He’s even closer now, your legs forced to part as he stands over you. Your head tilts upwards fully to look Satoru in the eye. His eyes are dark now, heavily lidded, he looked as he usually did when he was in the mood. And, unfortunately, you had no complaints. “You want me to suck your dick right? Because I will… you know I will. And you know I don’t care if we get kicked off the plane or if someone walks in. If you want it, I’d gladly give it to you.”

Satoru is so… genuine. Painfully so. With the way he looks at you as if you hung the stars. The blunt and transparent way he speaks… it’s as if Satoru was willing to do anything. And you knew that was the case.

Who were you to deny what you very obviously wanted with such a good boyfriend offering?

It should be no surprise that you were leaning back against the sink, lip between your teeth, and Satoru’s mouth around your little cock.

He’s a pro with the way he sucks your dick. His lips always wrap around you nicely, his tongue doing swirls and precise flicks, a little bobbing of his head (unnecessary but something that made you unbelievably crazy). Satoru is, in all ways, perfect. Tender and soft, serious in the way he buries his nose into your pubes. His eyes always looked up at you, watching as if to make sure you were completely satisfied. It was almost sickening to think there was a time where Satoru didn’t do this. Where you didn’t have someone like him to indulge in your every little thought.

I wish I knew what it was like to get a blowjob. You had uttered one night after all things were said and done. Satoru laying on his stomach and your dildo standing perked from your body.

Satoru had taken only a moment before he was looking at you through hazy eyes. He always looked so pretty after getting fucked. Mm? Let’s try right now. His hand has reached towards your strap, tugging lazily.

You blinked, Eh? I don’t have a dick. You’d just be eating me out.

You helped him take off the strap, tossing it off to the side as he laid on his stomach, eyeing your throbbing cl—

This? Satoru didn’t even hesitate as he reached out, pulling the hood back and— spit. He grinned while he watched the way it twitched and your breath stuttered. This is a cock, my handsome man. Then took you into his mouth with a satisfied hum.

Since then it was almost a daily occurrence for Satoru to have you pressed up against somewhere. His head bobbing on your aching twitching cock, humming and licking in a way you were almost 100% sure couldn’t ever be replicated. The way Satoru sucked you off was simply and utterly euphoric. Especially when he—

“Nngh!” You whimper, throwing your head back while your fingers twist into Satoru’s hair.

His fingers, long and thick, found home in your dripping pussy.

“Satoru,” You roll your hips as his fingers curl. Your heart pounding and the unmistakable throbbing inside you only getting worse. “Mahh…”

It drives you nuts. The way Satoru seemed to know every inch of you. The way he could curl his finger just right to make your walls throb and your cock twitch in his mouth. The way his face buries into your lips and he just has your cock resting inside his mouth on his tongue. Little sucking menstruations that make you whine and whimper.

Satoru pulls away with a little pop, grinning like a mad man as he fingers you. “Look at you, baby. You were rock hard and dripping just at the thought of this. You like the thought of all these people hearing you, hm? Listen to him.” Satoru aims a particularly rough thrust of his fingers and your pussy gives a loud squelch. It was obscene and illegal the sound and the sheer amount of wetness that covered Satoru’s fingers. It made you even harder just hearing the way his fingers slid into place. “Ah, good boy. Fuck, you’re so good for me. The way you’re sucking me in.”

You groan as Satoru adds a third finger, scissoring them open to stretch you. Just like he always did.

“I could just take you right here in this little bathroom, making you cum on my cock. You could squirt all over us, get my clothes drenched, and I wouldn’t even care. I’d go out there with all of them knowing and I wouldn’t care. Because I’m so lucky to have a boyfriend as sexy as you—“

Satoru’s eyes brighten as your walls spasm, you’re inching closer to that blissful euphoria that you could only associate with the insanity of your boyfriend. You wonder, briefly, if this was the same look when a curse excited him. If they got to see this dark gleam in his eye as their lives drew to an end. Unsurprisingly, this only made you closer.

“Oh, baby. You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel it. You’re going to cum around me.” Satoru’s voice shook with his barely contained excitement. Every time was like his first time. As if he was a perverted virgin encountering sex for the first time. You being his experienced sex crazed boyfriend. “You’re so close, but not quite there. Let me help my handsome boyfriend.”

You barely had a moment to think before Satoru’s mouth is back on your cock and he’s sucking the three inches like his life depends on it. Explicit squelches filling the room and surely filtering out into the rest of the plane as he dedicates his last breaths to sucking you off. His fingers set a rough pace, curling and twisting. You’re on the verge of sobbing, uttering your I love you’s and soft explicitives. Then—

Bliss.

You hunch forward, hands pushing Satoru’s head further against you. He exclaims as your fingers dig into his scalp, one hand resting against your hairy thigh. He makes all sorts of sounds as he suckles at your dick through your orgasm. The feeling alone made you start to whimper and moan louder than you should, but you didn’t really care given the absolute peace that Satoru brought. Your thighs tremble and body shakes as the last wave comes and goes.

It’s a moment of heavy breathing. Then Satoru is standing up slowly, not bothering to grab your pants pooled around your ankles or to clean off his fingers. Instead he stares and stares before pressing his lips against yours. It’s a familiar hunger that makes your head dizzy and light, harder to come down from the orgasm your boyfriend had endured. Sloppy and wet, his lips were so extremely soft given how much chap stick and lip gloss he used. Faint hints of cherry mixed in with your cum, a sweet and salty combo that Satoru always claimed was optimal. It has you moaning now as his tongue brushes against your own, hands cupping your ass and squeezing.

His hips tilt forward and you can feel how hard he is. He was always so easy to turn on and so obvious about it to (it was hard not to be given the size of him). It wouldn’t surprise you if he’s been aching this badly since you brought up the mile high topic boarding the plane.

Satoru pulls away breathlessly, his eyes heavily lidded, but staring directly into your own as he presses his forehead against yours. “Honey, I need you. I want to be inside you so bad, my cock hurts, it's like I’m gonna explode.” He grabs your hand and squeezes as it wraps around his cock. It twitches against your hold and, just like always, you're mesmerized by the way it immediately makes Satoru a pathetic heap. You press the butt of your plan down, then stroke upwards. Satoru heaves, closing his eyes. “Fuck, fuck. Please, I need to fuck you. I’ll prep you. I’ll do anything you ask, I just need to put my cock in you.”

You watch his face as you slowly stoke, grinning as his hips roll forward and his lips part to release delightful shaky breaths. “You already stretched me out, baby. Just put it in.” You utter against his lips, watching as your words hitting them make him tremble.

“No,” Satoru shakes his head, leaning further into you as he sets a nice slow pace. Despite the darkness of his pants, you can easily make out the wet spot his pre is making. You make it a point to graze your thumb over the spot. “No, I-I want to fuck your ass.”

You pause, “Eh?”

Satoru licks his lips, “I want to fuck your ass. I’ll be so gentle. Please?” Despite his words, his hips give a rather rough jolt up into your stilled hand.

It wasn’t the first time you both had discussed anal. You even tried it one night when both of you were rather drunk (Satoru more so given his inability to actually drink) and it’d ended with no penetration and Satoru cumming on your stomach while you jerked off in front of him. Obviously, it didn’t deter Satoru who brought it up every now and then. Extremely curious to figure out what it would feel like to be in his boyfriend’s ass.

It’s like fingering your ass. You had shot at him one night as you both sat in bed, watching some reality TV show from America that had encaptured Satoru lately.

Satoru had shot you a distasteful look in return, No it’s not. Anything involving you is automatically better. Despite how good my asshole feels.

You bit your lower lip. Bad habit that you had whenever you were thinking things through, or stressing about it. Your eyes trail back to the bathroom door. Eerily silent on the other side, extremely promising that you’d be caught eventually.

Your mind was about to trail off into worst case scenarios when Satoru’s thumb brushes against your bottom lip, gently tugging it from the confines of your teeth. Looking up, you find him fondly looking back at you.

“Thought we agreed that was no good for your lips.”

“You bite them all the time.” You shoot back softly.

“(Name),” uh oh, he’s serious. “Just tell me no and we can walk out of here and wait until we get to the hotel to finish. You know I don’t care where it is.”

He doesn’t care. He absolutely doesn’t care. He loved you and your overly horny mind anywhere. Which is why you absolutely can’t let go of the fact that you both are pressing up against each other in this tiny bathroom, with his cock almost sitting against your own (which is still hard). If you say no, he’ll probably force himself to not cum for the rest of the flight and then will barely last at the hotel, cumming everywhere. Not a bad choice, but definitely the least fun. Or you could tell him yes and have him stretch out a new muscle, plus fill you with his cum, which you’ll have to avoid from leaking and soaking your pants.

A twist of your gut.

Yeah, you know what you’re choosing.

You waste no time grabbing Satoru’s belt and snapping it open. Then you unbutton his pants, reaching inside and pulling out—

God, seeing his cock is almost mouth watering.

Satoru was unlike anyone you’ve ever had. Not that you had very many people to compare, but he was still the best. It was long, always looked thick when he was hard. It had two veins running up and down the sides that always throbbed, his tip was a similar pink as his lips. His balls… he thought it was weird but his balls always seemed to be your favorite part. Groping, sucking, ect. you were there and Satoru found it so odd but loved it all the same.

Anyway… it was safe to say, Satoru was a monster.

At the beginning of your relationship, you’d been so worried that you wouldn’t ever be able to make him fit. (You even went out of your way to get bigger dildos in hopes of stretching yourself out.) You even made a few comments when both had started with touching each other. Satoru didn’t mind. He actually suggested you set the pace of the relationship and waited until you were sure you were ready to have him. When it was finally time, he was so… gentle. He comforted you and went inch by inch, didn’t even complain when you scratched up his back. He was a little too slow after a bit and giving him permission to go faster was like letting a race horse out of the gates. He fucked you like he’s never fucked anyone before.

Again, Satoru was the best.

That’s why you knew he wouldn’t mess around with anal.

“Okay, we can do it.” You bring one hand to the back of Satoru’s neck, running your hands through his nape. “You can fuck my ass, Satoru.”

His eyes darkened even more, a deep blue that’s only seen at night from the ocean. Then Satoru is uttering some apology and grabbing your hips, spinning you around and pressing you into the tiny mirror. Out of the corner of your eyes you can make out his reflection as he stares at your ass, lips wet as his tongue wets them. His hands squeezing at your love handles almost bruisingly. You hum before deliberately perking up your ass, leaning back to hump against Satoru’s already leaking cock. The man’s hips immediately shoot forward, cock resting between the two globes of your ass.

“Are you going to play dirty?” Satoru whispers, meeting your eyes in the mirror. You shiver in excitement at the look. His usual expression whenever he was ready to indulge in your bratty behavior. “Because I could just make this fit… no prepping at all, just…” He grips himself and slaps the head against your awaiting hole. “…push.”

Satoru looks hypnotized as he just mindlessly humps your ass. His cock is so warm and leaky, every time the tip brushes against your hole you hold your breath as it leaves behind his sweet warm pre. You could feel yourself dripping from your previous orgasm and the build up of Satoru’s teasing.

“Satoru, stop teasing, please.” You ask desperately, looking over your shoulder.

Satoru straightens, blinking as he snaps out of whatever stupor he was in. “Sorry, baby, let me just get you ready.” Satoru holds out his arm, brushing his pointer and middle finger up to your licks. “Suck on these.”

Immediately, you take his fingers into your mouth, curling your tongue around them as Satoru moans. Sick satisfaction fills you as he shoves them deeper into your mouth and his hips give a little thrust.

He takes a deep breath before he grips his cock, rubbing it between your folds. Satoru always releases the most delightful sounds the more he gets aroused. The more he made sounds, the more you got aroused, and the more you got wetter, which just made him more aroused— it’s really just an endless circle. The feeling of Satoru was always overwhelming. The way his cock seemed to always fit snug between your lips, the delightful way he loved to bump his tip against yours. Or the feeling of his cock throbbing against you because he was just overwhelmed by everything you.

Fuck, how you love Satoru.

You bob your head as you suck his fingers, gently biting them and licking the tips of them as you pull back. Each pass of his tip, you can feel how his cock twitches and aches. Almost as if it was wishing it was on the receiving end of your faux blowjob.

“Mmm,” Satoru hums, the wet sounds of his dick sliding against your wet skin making your walls and cock twitch. You press back at the same time Satoru pulls away, making his tip jab against your entrance. His free hand immediately clamps down on your hip, pushing you forward. “Fuck, fuck, baby, you can’t do that. I— fuck, you were so fucking warm. Here.”

Satoru pulls his fingers away, scooping up the little drool that collects on the corner of your mouth. Then, he’s pressing the wet digits against your tight hole.

He doesn’t push in immediately. Just gently circle the muscle with the tips, the air around you both making the spit almost cool immediately. You tuck your face into your folded arms and just live in the moment. Satoru’s fingers rub once, twice— then he’s pushing in. A weak attempt at first with little progress.

“Bend a little more,” A hand presses against your back and you arch. Satoru hums in satisfaction, then grumbles when his fingers just barely slide in. You whimper with the burn, but Satoru coos back. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. Just breathe, baby. I’m just gonna—“ Satoru leans over you and it’s a moment before a glob of spit hits your hole. He lets out a breathless sound as your asshole twitches. “There we go.”

Satoru’s fingers waste no time to breach your rim. He makes a noise similar to a breath after having a hearty drink. He let his finger tips just rest in your hole before he inches forward, his other hand rubbing a soothing circle on your back. It’s not long before he’s able to get down to his knuckles and you both just stand there in this suspended moment.

“Ready?” He asks and doesn’t even wait for an answer as he pulls out then pushes back in.

There’s a few minutes of him scissoring his fingers, cooing at your hisses at the burning stretch of your hole. You’re not entirely sure how long you’re hunched over that tiny counter, face buried in your arms. It feels so different than when he just fucks you. You thought it’d be nothing and Satoru would probably find the most pleasure out of it, but you were definitely feeling yourself as his fingers pushed against the walls of your ass. It gave you a pleasurable tug in your gut, almost more than it usually did. You gave a test raise of your hips and then dropped them, Satoru responded in kind by pushing his fingers deeper. You moan softly, reaching back to grip his wrist and Satoru just giggles. Eventually you’re fucking yourself on Satoru’s fingers and he’s definitely getting off on it with the various sounds and words he’s uttering to himself. He releases this odd sound before he’s pulling his fingers out of you.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” His voice is deep, a grumble compared to his usual feather light tone. Gripping his aching cock by the base as it throbs and twitches, he’s already prodding your twitching hole with his leaking tip.

You shoot your head up from your arms, looking back at your determined boyfriend. “Wait, Satoru— GAH!”

Satoru’s tip pushes in before you can really finish speaking. Both of you release equally long moans of pleasure, while yours holds a little pain due to the burn. But a deep breath and it subsides as Satoru rocks his hips forward.

“Holy shit, you’re just gripping me like— mmm,” Satoru’s hands uselessly grip your hips, squeezing plush skin like putty. Another rock forward and Satoru’s cock is even deeper, hitting against walls with force. “Good boy. Good boy, jesus look how your hole is just sucking me in like that. Can you give me a little more?”

“A-Anything for you.” You utter.

That enough seemed to really get Satoru going as his dick twitched and he slammed his hips forward. Whether intentional or not, the air knocked out of you as your face was smooshed against the mirror. He’s bottomed out and both are panting as your bodies twitch, adjusting to this new sensation for muscles previously untouched.

Satoru takes a breath, “Ready, baby?” His thumb is tender as it rubs soothing circles on your skin.

A nod.

“Okay.”

Satoru immediately sets a brutal pace. It has you gasping and moaning, grabbing onto whatever you can as your body is slammed into the mirror. The sound of skin slapping skin is loud and clear, especially with the wet squelch that fills the air as his balls hit your dripping hole. Which only appears to spur Satoru on even more as his hand finds purchase on your head, pushing you closer to the wall and further onto his cock. He was always rough and fast, loud too with the way he’d yap and moan. Just as he got off on your pleasure, he knew you got off on his.

Satoru leans forward, his chest against your back, mouth pressed against your ear. He’s panting like crazy, not letting up from his hard pace. His breath brushes your ear and something about that makes you even harder.

“Baby, baby— my handsome (Name),” Satoru babbles in that familiar way. The same deranged way he gets every time he’s drunk off of you. “You feel like heaven. You’re so warm and I can just feel how wet you are, you’re dripping onto my balls. Gah— I wish we had all the time in the world, but we don’t. Let’s speed this up.”

Satoru’s hand reaches around you and finds home on your neglected and aching dick. The poor thing (according to Satoru) was practically begging for attention. Your insatiable boyfriend timed each thrust with his stroke on your pathetic cock. Played with the hood and your tip in a way that the room was growing more obvious to the outsiders. Surely there was no way no one was aware of your convenient absences or the sounds that were coming from the bathroom.

You let out a shout as Satoru’s fingers rolled your dick at the same time he slammed his hips forward. You were quickly silenced by your boyfriend’s large hand over your mouth.

“Ha, you don’t— fuck— you don’t want to get caught, do you? Please baby, we’re so close. You’ve been so good for me, just let us cum and we’ll be all done.” He places a sloppy kiss against your ear, wet and warm. You shiver. “I can feel you clenching. Do you want to cum? Are you finally spent? Here, let me help.”

A thick pointer and thumb grab onto your dick and— pinch.

Your head throws back, eyes wide, and you scream. Thankfully, it’s muffled by Satoru’s hand, but it’s there all the same. Shortly accompanied by the sound of water spraying, and hitting tiled floor.

“Holy shit, holy shit— you just squirted. Oh my god, you just squirted all over me—“ Satoru is basically incoherent at this point. If possible, his hips move even more rapidly. The slap is very apparent and the way your body knocks against the wall is definitely a head turner. But you couldn’t care— not you wouldn’t care because Satoru is currently fucking your brains out like he’s never had anyone before. “Mmmnna— You’re so fucking hot. I’m drenched, you’re squeezing me so tight and I just want to fill you until— fuck, I’m gonna—“

Satoru falls forward as his hips give three more powerful thrusts and he’s done. You feel as his cock jolts while he pumps his thick cum into your asshole. A new feeling of warmth in a place you hadn’t really considered before. Then, it stops and it’s silent.

Both of you just grip each other for a few moments, panting. Then Satoru is pulling away, ignoring the soft whimper you give when he pulls out. The man stands quietly, staring as your squirt drips down both your thighs and onto your clothes. Then he chuckles.

“I love watching it come out, however,” Satoru’s thumb brushes the sensitive skin of your asshole, pushing his cum back inside. “Can’t have too much evidence of our dirty deeds, hm?”

You blink wearily over your shoulder at him, dazed, “Our pants are all wet, Satoru.” You state in a hoarse whisper. Which seems to only amuse him more.

“Who cares? Here.” Satoru turns, softly apologizing as he knocks into your trembling thighs. Effortlessly keeping you in place as you threaten to fall. He grabs handfuls of toilet paper, wiping you down until any evidence of your and his shared ejaculation isn’t entirely apparent on your skin. Then he’s gently tugging up your boxers and sweatpants, putting them into place. “All cleaned up.”

“You aren’t.” You point out his still disheveled state. Pants unbuttoned, hair askew, shirt untucked. He looked extremely not himself and himself all the same.

He takes one glance down at himself and shrugs, buttoning his pants and lazily tucking his shirt back in. “Now we’re all cleaned up.” He gave that familiar cheeky boyish grin that made your heart pound so violently.

Your eyes watch his face, the way he assesses the bathroom one last time. (Blatantly ignoring the smudge marks on the mirror.) And you realized in that very moment how much you truly and sickeningly loved Gojo Satoru.

Reaching out, you press a kiss against his lips. Catching him off guard with the way he straightens up.

Pulling away, his eyes can barely pull away from your own. “What was that for?”

A smile, you’re practically beaming. “I love you, Satoru. I don’t think I say that enough, but I love you in crazy, crazy ways.”

A blush dusts his cheeks and he rubs the back of his neck, “Kinda hard not to, right? But… Don't worry, you don’t have to say it all the time. I know you love me and I love you. In a crazier way, of course.” He grasps your hand and rubs a soothing circle to the back of it.

“Of course.” You chuckle softly. Then you glance at the door. “Do you think people know?”

“Oh, definitely. I mean, if they didn’t hear the riddle wave, then that scream was probably a good indicator. Or the way your head kept bouncing off the wall. Are you okay, by the way?” He gestures towards your messy hair with a faux look of concern, eyebrows pinched. “No brain damage?”

You blatantly ignore him. “We’re going to get a life time ban….. we’ll never fly again…”

You feel a subtle panic set in. The horniness had blinded you! You didn’t think it through! You just wanted your boyfriend’s dick and it’s not like you had hurt anyone but…

You’re going to have to look 135 people in the eyes knowing they know you came on Satoru’s cock.

You pale.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Satoru placed his hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently. “No worries, you have me. I’ll just talk us out of it. Confusion will beat it!”

That makes you even less confident.

“Satoru—“ You attempt, but it’s too late.

The latch to the bathroom door unlocks and suddenly you’re met face-to-face with a flight attendant. She looks baffled, definitely embarrassed, and definitely judgemental as her eyes bounce between the two of you. Her eyes narrow further.

“Sirs, are you aware you’ve been in this bathroom for two hours already? Others are waiting to use it.” She probed.

She knew. She knew. She knows that you were bent over that counter and Satoru had you on the verge of tears. They’re going to land and force you to leave, ban for life. No fly list. Goodbye Europe— not that you ever planned to travel there anyway. Oh, God. The whole school is going to hear about this. Shoko’s face—

Satoru. Satoru will get you out of this. He got you into, he promised he’d get you out.

Just as you turn to look at him, Satoru opens his big mouth: “My boyfriend has a nervous bladder and had a bit of an accident! He was too embarrassed to come out, so….”

What?

The flight attendant looks both shocked and disgusted, “Oh!…. Um, is there… anything I can do to help with that?” She asks with great hesitation. This was not in her job description.

Satoru frowned, “No, I took care of it. As his boyfriend and all.”

She stared, “Right. Well, um, please return to your seats. And I can get you a blanket to cover your… indecency, sir.” She rushed over, obviously trying to preserve the dignity of all of you.

You turn, slapping your boyfriend on the arm. Which he obviously knew was coming given how he dropped infinity just to take it. “I pissed myself, that’s all you could come up with.”

Satoru raised his eyebrows, “You literally have a nervous bladder. That’s the only reason you came in here in the first place.”

You huff, pushing him towards the door. “Go away, I don’t want to look at your stupid face.”

His eyes widened, face appalled by your words. “Oh, wow. One minute it’s I love you so much, Satoru. And the next I have a stupid face you can’t even look at. See what happens when I’m a great boyfriend? Abuse!”

You ignore him as you both walk to your seats. Ignoring the looks of blatant disapproval your fellow passengers give. But it was no worry as Satoru babbled on and on, grabbing your hand once you sat down. He kept shooting dirty looks at others while he spoke about your betrayal.

Still, you weren’t sure if you’d rather get banned or not. You were, however, confident that you’d love Satoru despite it all.

He spoiled you after all.

#icymi

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