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“Satoru...?”
Satoru resists the urge to groan at the small voice that comes from his doorway. His back is to it as he hugs a pillow to his chest, scrolling through some hook-up app. He’s horny, so any girl or guy will do at this point. Anything to stick his dick into.
“What is it, Megumi-chan?” Satoru turns his voice into a sing-song, continuing to swing his feet in the air above him.
“I’m wet.”
Satoru drops his face into the pillow. When he’d agreed to watch after him, Satoru figured he was too big to wet the bed. Apparently, he was wrong.
Pulling himself up to sit upright, he plasters a smile on his face as he turns to Megumi. The kid is clutching a stuffed bunny in his fist, but his clothes look dry. Is he being fucked with?
“Aren’t you a little too old to be wetting the bed?” Satoru teases and Megumi’s eyes narrow into a glare.
“I didn’t wet the bed! I’m just... wet...” He shuffles his feet bashfully and drags his gaze to the side.
Satoru raises an eyebrow. Now, this could mean a couple things. One, Megumi still peed and he’s lying, which is not good for either of them. Satoru hates laundry and he’s not in the mood right now.
Two, Megumi is aroused and just doesn’t know it.
Something dark stirs in the depths of Satoru’s soul and he’s all but forgotten about his mission and phone. It seems as if God himself has placed the perfect opportunity in his lap, and who is Satoru to go against something as almighty as the man himself?
“Can I check?” Satoru asks. Megumi’s nose scrunches in distaste at the thought.
“Like... look? Down there?”
Satoru nods, “Of course! My dear, sweet Megumi came to me in a crisis and I need to check and make sure he’s alright!”
“Sounds perverted.”
“You wound me, Megumi-chan. I’m just trying to make sure you’re alright, but if you want to continue to be wet then be my guest.”
Satoru goes to grab his phone again before he hears a huff and there’s extra weight on his mattress. Megumi crawls towards the pillows and flops onto his back, hugging his stuffed bunny to his chest.
He’s the picture of innocence. Satoru is going to change that.
“Let’s get these off now.” Satoru tugs on the cloth shorts that Megumi is wearing, but thin legs snap shut at the idea.
“I can’t check if we don’t take these off.”
They hold each other’s gaze for a moment before Megumi slowly relaxes again, and Satoru is able to take his shorts and underwear off in one go. Megumi is quick to cover himself with the hem of his shirt as Satoru inspects his panties for wetness.
There’s a clear sheen of fluid in the center, and Satoru brings it to his lips to touch his tongue to it.
“Pervert…” Megumi mumbles under his breath but Satoru doesn’t care. He’s gotten a taste of his sweet ambrosia and he wants to drink from the source now.
“Looks like my little Megumi-Chan didn’t pee himself after all! I was worried we’d have to put you in diapers!”
“Shut up! I know not to piss myself!”
Satoru clicks his tongue, “Language.” He puts his hands on Megumi’s knees. Megumi is hesitant before he lets Satoru open him up, though he still holds the shirt over his crotch.
“Megumi. Be a good boy now and let Satoru see you.”
More hesitation before he releases his grip on his shirt and Satoru wastes no time in spreading his legs like butter. He touches the baby soft skin on the inside of his thighs, letting his eyes trail the expanse of skin before they rest on his petal pink core.
Megumi is, in fact, visibly wet.
It’s enticing, and Satoru lowers himself to his stomach to get a closer look. Megumi doesn’t like that very much, attempting to close his legs once again but Satoru is a lot stronger than him. In fact, Satoru spreads his legs even wider.
“Wow baby…” Satoru breathes out and he moves one hand from Megumi’s thigh to his pussy, running his thumb between the folds. The wetness is not only visible but audible. “Were you thinking about me?” He teases.
“N-No! And don’t touch!”
“Aww, but I have to make sure you’re alright. You don’t just get this way for no reason.”
Satoru takes his thumb away and sticks it in his mouth, sucking him clean. A foot hits his shoulder, attempting to push him away.
“I’m fine.”
“I think I’d better have a taste.”
“Wait-!”
Megumi is too slow in his objection as Satoru lowers his mouth to his cunt. A squeal sounds above him but there’s no more pushing, just an ankle over his shoulder now as Megumi lays there.
Satoru is almost immediately intoxicated by the sweetness of Megumi’s pussy. He drags his tongue through his folds, getting every drop on his tongue and savoring it. Megumi moans sweetly above him, but Satoru can’t even spare a glance. He’s so focused on letting his tongue explore the depths of Megumi’s pussy that he can’t do anything else.
Satoru dips his tongue down to lick at Megumi’s hole, drinking straight from the tap. Hips buck into his face and Satoru holds them down, worming his tongue as best he can into him, even if it’s just the tip.
“Oh, Megumi-chan, you should’ve come to me sooner.” Gojo lifts his head and opens ethereal eyes to stare at the surreal sight above him.
With his hands clasped over his mouth, tears prick the corners of Megumi’s eyes, though he stares right back at Gojo. The stuffed bunny is being suffocated in the crook of his elbow, long forgotten but still an emotional crutch.
The sight of innocence lingers in the back of his mind as Gojo dives down for more.
“Let me make you feel good.”
Wasting no time, Gojo buries his face in Megumi’s cunt once more. Slim thighs press against his ears, keeping him in place, not like Gojo wanted to move anyways. He once again uses his tongue, Megumi flooding his mouth now, even more so when Gojo wraps his lips around his baby clit. It’s small, much like Megumi, but Gojo is still able to abuse it. With his lips and his tongue, Gojo hones in on it.
Megumi all but screams beneath him.
Gojo slurps up the extra precome that flows from Megumi’s hole. The heels of his feet scrape along Gojo’s back, and Gojo tries to stuff his tongue into him once more.
In due time, I’ll get something bigger in there .
This opens up a world of opportunities. Who needs dating apps when Gojo has his own personal hole at home?
Gojo moves his mouth between clit and hole, until Megumi spasms around him and weakly squirts into his mouth. The sounds are obscene, but Gojo doesn’t even care. He’s tasted the fountain of youth and he can’t help but want more.
“Oh baby, you’re so good to me.” Gojo lifts his head and gasps for hair, no doubt looking a mess. His cheeks and chin are soaked, feeling as flushed as Megumi looks.
“Satoru...” Megumi whispers, laying there limp but Gojo can tell he wants to push him away.
He’d never thought he’d suck the fight out of Megumi, but maybe Gojo holds more power than the Gojo clan even knew.
Satoru rises on his knees and he frees his cock from his shorts. He hasn’t gotten off yet, but he’s just about there. He takes hold of Megumi’s legs and spreads them, running his cock between the slick folds. They’re still wet, making the slide that much more enjoyable.
“What-?”
“Sh, sh, it’s okay Megumi-chan. You’re making Satoru feel good now.” Satoru groans as he ruts his cock between the folds of Megumi’s cunt. It’s obscene really; how big he is compared to how small Megumi is.
He can’t fit inside yet, but in a few years.
“You’re all mine now, Megumi-chan. Nobody else can have you!” Satoru cheers, though it’s a bit reserved as his orgasm rapidly approaches. He lets go of one of Megumi’s legs to pinch the lips of his pussy around his cock.
“Hold me so tight. Can’t wait to fuck you for real.”
“Stop... please...” Megumi sniffs, tears falling freely now. Satoru knows he’d just wanted help with a problem he didn’t understand. But Satoru never claimed to be a good guy, and Megumi must’ve known that the moment he met him.
“So close... Tell me how good you feel, Megumi-chan.”
“No, please-”
Satoru groans, not waiting for him to finish. He rocks his hips faster against Megumi’s cunt, feeling his clit beneath him. It doesn’t take long as he’d predicted before he’s coming all over Megumi’s pussy and stomach, drenching him in his seed.
Coming down from his high, Satoru drinks in the sight of Megumi covered in his come.
“We’re going to have nightly check-ups from now on, Megumi-chan.” Satoru declares and Megumi’s eyes widen. “If you’re wet, you come to me. Understand?”
With no room to argue, Megumi nods. Satoru grins.
Looks like he doesn’t need a dating app after all.