(“Said when you talk like that, put that shit to work. Make that kitty hurt, make that kitty squirt, Tell me, what’s my name? Make that kitty yearn.” - Doja Cat on “Talk Dirty🫶🏾.”)

Satoru was the kind who couldn’t shut up to save his life. You loved him to death, true, but damn did he never have an off switch.

It doesn’t matter where or what you two are doing, you can bet that he’ll be right there bumping his gums. Sometimes you do tell him to shut up, but other times you just let him ramble.

You don’t know if maybe he just likes his own voice, has a battery in his back that never dies, or is just annoying as fuck— actually, it’s all three.

He doesn’t think that him talking 24/7 is an issue, nor does he even think of stopping this habit, which is why he does it in bed as well.

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“‘Toru, quit it..” You grumble, looking down at him before being rudely shushed by the tall ass man that’s between your legs.

“Shhh, baby, me and my favorite girl are talking,” He feigns a frown as he looks up at you, his eyes playfully narrowed before he looks back down at where you’re eagerly drenched.

“Now, back to our conversation before we were rudely interrupted.. You been missin’ me, sweet girl? Yeahhh, I know, mama..” He cooed, gently parting your lips with his fingers, his actions earning a small whimper and squirm from you.

“Fuck, look at that.. ‘Toru’s been neglecting you, hm? Yeah, how mean of me..” You couldn’t help but take in how his dumbass smirked at his own conversation with your pussy, his face slowly leaning in to press a kiss to your nub before nuzzling his face closer and inhaling your natural scent.

“Don’ worry, mean ol’ Toru is gonna make you feel good—“

“Satoru, don’t piss me off.” You cut him off, folding your arms over your chest. He couldn’t believeee that you had the audacity to interrupt his conversation with his favorite girl AGAIN!

He quickly looked up at you and swatted your mound— too rough than intended, but who’s complaining? You immediately yelped, your eyes widening as you whined out a soft ‘ow!’

“What did I say about interrupting us?” He coldly asked, his eerily serious tone causing you to blink and slightly go mindless.

“I-I’m sorry,” You shakily start, falling quiet. “Finish your conversation..”

“Good, that’s exactly what I wanted!” He cheerfully joyed out, completely reversing his mood as he looked down where you’re needy at, his intense gaze making you clench around nothing.

“Awww, you needy for attention? Got ya so wet f’me, baby.. Can’t believe you get like this jus’ for me..” He muttered, of course not to you, but to his favorite girl.