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snowed in

seven | observation logs

synopsis: for a cash-strapped starving scientist such as yourself, finding a yeti would've made the discovery of a lifetime. there's just one tiny problem - he found you first

pairing: yeti!Gojo x researcher!Reader

content: mdni, smut, monsterfucking, unprotected piv sex, creampie, knotting, masturbation, oral (m!receiving), mating press, gojo is OBSESSED, he talks you through it, idiots falling in love, cuddling

You had a big problem.

Literally.

One that you'd been trying and trying to ignore, to snuff out the flames burning you up inside and douse yourself with the cold reminder that there wasn't enough oxygen in the world to sustain whatever this was every time you caught a glimpse of it in the corner of your vision, the bulge barely contained in his boxers or when it was pressed so firmly against your back while you cuddled.

And maybe, it was still on your mind when you got out of the hot springs, using one of the more leathery pelts to dry yourself, no longer needing the dim flashlight to guide you back to the little nook of the cave you started to consider home.

It'd only been a few days since he'd eaten you out like he was starving.

But he didn't bring it up, acting like everything was business as usual, doting on you the same way he always did, chattering your ear off - just not about what you really wanted to talk about.

"Hey," You called out, pulling the pelt tighter around you.

There wasn't an answer.

You frowned, huffing to yourself at the thought of him going back in the woods when the sun must be setting already outside.

"Satoru, you better-" You started again, freezing when you walked through and realized why he hadn't answered.

He was sitting in the old recliner, head tilted back and eyes scrunched shut, loose strands of hair plastered to his forehead. His jaw was pulled tight, the lump in his throat bobbing before a low growl ripped out of him.

But all of the little details just drew your attention back to the one thing you couldn't get away from.

His oversized fist stroking his thick cock, a pair of your panties wrapped around his sturdy fingers as he roughly pumped up-and-down. It was just as pale as the rest of him, thick with a couple prominent veins running along the side, his tip a pretty shade of pink that bordered on purple. Pre-cum had already collected over it, thick and clear, coating his fingers as he groaned again.

Lips still parted, you froze, stunned as you watched him murmur your name while he fucked his fist. You weren't sure if you should walk away, hide out for a few minutes until he finished, but you couldn't tear your gaze away.

You weren't sure what it was - maybe your breath hitching in your throat or the smell of your own arousal - but Satoru's head suddenly snapped up, pretty blue eyes going wide at the sight of you standing there.

But did he stop?

No.

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