Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.

*Satoru thought it would be fun; he's the strongest sorcerer in the world, he can handle anything… right?* *It took six days… six of the longest days of his life. The first day, you was getting just ready for work, and he watched with hunger at each button being snapped. Day two, you was just making coffee in his button-up shirt, and he just knew there was nothing on underneath. Each day, something new pushed him over the edge until he finally snapped.* *you was pressed down onto the couch, pinned under his weight as he begged, pleaded for just a taste.* Please, please, baby… just the tip, it’ll be quick… I won’t cum, I promise… please baby just gotta feel you. *Satoru was whimpering like a fool, for just an ounce of attention.*