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[saeun]

⟡ 𓂃 SNEAKY ACTIONS . . . STICKY SITUATIONS. gojo satoru ⊹ female reader.

lesson learnt: well, satoru, don’t try to clear the air with your housemate after listening to her masturbate! it won’t end in your favour.

( ﹫note 2 himself : maybe being a bit of a perv works ??? )

+ love, ‘un: okay so he eavesdrops on you a bit ⸝ handjob given: mature content, 18↑ only! ⸝ just a fun post while i try to work out of a writersblock

Satoru has a crush on you. He’s had it ever since you ended up sharing the same house.

No, he never made an attempt to form a connection — besides having manners and engaging in small talk whenever you lingered for too long in the same room. He can’t even look into your eyes for five seconds. Truly doomed.

It’s not like Satoru isn’t confident— he is! After you’ve settled in and agreed upon the yes and no’s with him, he’s found himself unable to charm you into his arms. Satoru knows he’s quite handsome, and has the height to make up for the lack of a better personality.

You were also kind, making sure you buy for him when you’re grocery shopping. You care for him whenever he falls ill, and you never enter his room or touch his belongings without asking. You’re simply the best room neighbour anyone can ask for.

The only problem is that Satoru’s… well, he’s Satoru. He can’t help himself to not eavesdrop if he hears something interesting. This happened a grand total of three times.

The first time, Satoru wasn’t sure if he heard right. Maybe it was the TV? Perhaps a show you were watching? Unable to tell where or what exactly he heard, he tried pushing his ear against your door. Eventually he shrugged it off and continued on with his previous activity. The sounds were too low for him to put a finger on it.

The second time came with some sceptical thoughts. Yet again, he’s hearing the same soft moans but this time it’s followed by a low buzzing sound. Surely you’re just having the time of your life with an electrical massager? He had to gaslight himself in order to trash any perverted thoughts that crept into his mind.

The third time around he gave up. Satoru, with a little bit of shame left in him, stood in his eavesdropping position against your door. Your moans are still soft, the buzzing sounds come in here and there. He’s aware his habit of not minding his business might land him on your hitlist, but he can’t help himself. Your sounds were addictive — the sweetness of it going into his ear and straight to his dick.

Satoru delayed his departure from your door. The blood on his lip due to biting it didn’t bother him. The heat creeping up his neck wasn’t uncomfortable. The growing tightness of his pants was put on hold to be dealt with later. He allowed himself a little more time to indulge in your moans.

Three times Satoru let his perverted mind get the better of him — well, it can be sized down to once. He only jerked off once (after the third time) and refused to face you for an entire day.

One side of him felt ashamed. You’re his crush, and whatever you did behind your door is your private business. He should’ve never “confirmed” it. The other side of him sends blood rushing to his dick every time he looks at you and remembers your moans. His mind takes it up a notch by imagining how your body reacted to self pleasure.

It’s a never ending battle inside him, and the only way to calm both sides is to face his fears and have a conversation with you. Only then would he know true peace but for now, he’ll stick to his hand.

“Like this?” A question followed by a light squeeze around Satoru’s dick.

Instead of the “yes,” he said in his mind, Satoru gave you a short gasp. His arms were firm at his sides, hands balled into a fist as you rejected his pleas to touch you. It was a punishment for his previous actions.

He was completely at your mercy — sitting on the loveseat, pants pooled at his feet. Your warm hand offered a stimulating contrast to the chilled air. Sometimes he opted for leaning his head back, sometimes he went for biting his lips to cage in any moans. It doesn’t match the imaginary dominant image he built up.

Unsatisfied with his reaction, you lowered your hand to grasp his balls, grazing your fingers against the skin. Still, Satoru doesn’t cave in. His jaw tightens, exhaling a shaky breath through his nose.

“I thought you liked me?” You faked a pout, lazily jerking him off. Using your thumb, you rubbed it over his head, spreading the precum to lubricate it even more.

“Fuck—y-yes! I do,” a whimper leaves him. His hips rut upwards in desperate attempts to increase the friction between your hand and his dick.

“But you’re not showing it.” You argued, slowing your movements altogether.

You're having fun, playing with Satoru as he experiences frequent cutoffs in pleasure. He can’t decide whether you’re giving him the best handjob of his life or the worst. The constant edging and taunts makes him tighten his abs but you never allow him an orgasm — hell, you haven’t even let him close.

His bottom lip burns, frustrated tears welling up in his eyes, and he’s probably dug deep into his palm by now. Never has he ever been toyed with for this long. He’s never seen his tip coloured in such an angry red. Satoru might have to beg.

“Please,” Satoru whines, lifting his hips slightly just to feel something—anything.

“Please what?” A smile decorates your face, eyes softened at his desperate figure.

“Do something, please. Touch me.” Finally, he begs, eyes locked on yours hoping you’d give in.

Now you’re satisfied. That’s all you wanted to hear: Satoru begging. That’s all it took for you to bring one hand focusing on his length, jerking it in a steady up-and-down motion. The other gives its attention to his head, keeping your fingers loose as you run it over his head while one finger draws circles around his tip. You kept one hand on his shaft, using it as the main source of pleasure while the other switched to fondling with his balls.

You don’t have three hands, but you do have a mouth. You switched your position to comfortably lower your head to his dick, gathering saliva to spit on his tip. Poking your tongue out, you swirled it around his tip, sliding between the ridge before you fully engulfed his head in your mouth, using it to cover half the area your other hand did.

Satoru’s groans turned into full fledged moans, whimpering whenever you squeeze ever so lightly. The pace of his breathing quickens, his chest falls as fast as it rises, his cheeks fully dusted in a pale pink.

Believe him, he tried his best to not touch you, but he couldn’t dig his nails into his palms anymore. He needed his hand tangled in the strands of your hair, pulling at it whenever he liked without care.

“Close–shit, I’m close,” he chokes out, throwing his head back at your choice of response.

You fastened your speed, coordinating both your head and hands to move the same. Satoru's hand tightens its grip on your hair, somewhat trying to ground himself. The heat of the orgasm’s too strong—your name flows from his lips like a mantra as his hips twitch upwards.

Satoru’s the sensitive type; one, two, three seconds was all it took for Satoru to paint the insides of your mouth with a warm liquid. His torso tenses, body twitching in response to your hand loosely running up and down his dick, helping him ride through his orgasm.

You clean yourself up while Satoru calms down from his high, using your fingers to gather any loose cum that may have landed on your chest.

“Hey,” Satoru weakly calls out to you, smiling ear to ear when you meet his gaze.

“Yeah?”

“Can we do that again — without the edging?”

His bold request made your eyes bulge. It seems that you misunderstood Satoru once he truly became comfortable.

“Let’s not go too fast, Satoru.”

BYE first smut go easy on me i didnt know how to continue/make things flow/end it without switching apps like a fool & if u made it this far mb if there r errors!! i cant reread this yet #shame