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You squealed the moment Shouta was seated, the second you felt that fat tip of his press up against your cervix. Shouta leaned forward, unhooking you from the bed frame and dragging you back a little.
“Stay still. Don’t try to move back, or you’ll hurt your ribs. Don’t move your head at ALL. Do you understand?” He demanded, you sobbed out an affirmative, and Shouta groaned. He was finally satisfied. This is all he wanted, all he craved. You, safe in his arms, wrapped around him. You fucking belonged here, with him, under him. Shouta’s pace started slow, tentative. Deep thrusts made of shallow movement. A gentle bump-bump-bump of your cervix. Not even enough force to rock you. You frustratedly gripped into the blankets above you, whimpering.
“More- please, daddy- please I can take it.” You’d gotten over that shy little aversion to begging, it seemed, as you struggled to keep still, do as you were told. “Harder. Just- just a little harder.”
“I’m giving you what you need, Starlight.” He warned, reaching under you to twiddle his fingers over your clit- your eyes rolled back from the stimulation- Shouta almost came on the spot from the vicious clenching and clamping that ensued- you were already fucking milking him, and you’d barely even started. Shouta growled, hands digging harshly into your hips, leaving bruises right along the older, yellowing ones from the USJ- just the sight of them…
It pissed him off.
How fucking dare anyone touch you, hurt you, mark you- you were HIS. You’d spent far too much time these past few weeks being touched by people- that Hisoka prick, that bastard in the bar, the villains, doctors, nurses- Shouta’s own fucking brother- he wanted to stake his claim, leave his mark. Make it undeniable and obvious that you were his, and that he was yours. His thrusts stayed gentle, but his hands had minds of their own, gripping, pulling, bruising- Shouta made sure your face was pressed into the mattress, secure before cocking his hand back, and landing a harsh blow across your ass from the side, so that it would not jostle your torso. You moaned, loudly- your back didn’t even tense. God, you really were a masochist.
“Such a good girl, hm?” Shouta asked, pressing deep, watching you squirm as you struggled to accommodate his size, his girth, his length. He could feel that fleshy barrier inside you, knew he could go no deeper, and yet he rutted forward anyway, enjoying how you gasped for air. “Who’s good girl are you, little one?” He asked, pulling back to just the tip, teasing.
“Yours! I’m yours, Shouta- Shouta please- please more. More- MORE-” Your babbling was incessant, it was adorable, it was absolutely everything Shouta’d ever wanted, ever dreamed of. He gripped your hips harder, keeping you in place so that he could ram into you without jostling your torso or head. He watched those stars ignite as he got rougher, faster, harder. He could feel himself twitching, needing that release so desperately- but he was on a mission. He had to satisfy you first, or you’d be a nuisance all night.
Nuisance in this context being a very welcome and needy little cocksleeve that Shouta would gladly use till the sun rose- but he couldn’t do that tonight. Not tonight, his parents deserved a little rest at least, and you were so very loud. Still begging, moaning, babbling on his cock like there would be a prize for whoredom. There would be, and you’d be winning it tonight. Hearing his name fall from your lips, the way you begged, the way you cried- it was too much, Shouta could not stop himself from grabbing your wrists, pulling you up, back flush to his front. He wrapped one arm around your waist, careful not to touch your ribs, he placed the other hand over your throat, mouthing around his thumb, bouncing you up and down on his cock, pressing on your stomach, trying to feel his cock through your flesh. You cried out, but he clapped the hand that’d been around your throat over your mouth, letting you muffle your screams there.
“I know, love. I know. God you sound so fucking pretty- But those sounds are just for me, hm? No one else, right?” He asked, you nodded, eyes rolling back as he repeatedly smashed himself up against that soft, spongey spot inside you, his hand pressed on a peculiar spot of your stomach, causing that knot to grow tighter, larger, more incessant inside you. “No one else.” Shouta repeated, slipping his hand down. “Quiet, Kitty.” He murmured, hand slipping down to the end of your shirt, pulling it up to stuff the hem into your mouth so he could busy that hand with your left breast, cupping, squeezing, teasing and pinching at your sensitive nipples, a feral growl ripping through him when you clenched again in response. “You feel like you’re real close for me, baby. Cum on my cock.” He demanded, nuzzling your cheek. “Cum for your master. Cum for daddy. Cum for Shouta.” He huffed, out of breath himself. The room was completely drenched in your light, in your desperation- it all exploded at once, Shouta spilled inside of the condom, very glad he hadn’t gone with your idea of withdrawal as pulling out would have been an impossibility. Shouta delivered a few more shallow thrusts, letting you milk him with the last of your fluttering throes of needy desire. “There we are.” He hummed, through breathy pants- he wasn’t expecting that to take so much out of him, but restraint required strength. “Now, let’s change the condom, and you can ride me. How’s that sound?”
“Please.” Was all you could think to say, still experiencing aftershocks, still feeling him twitch inside you, still spasming. Shouta slowly pulled out, tugging your wrists out of the restraints before rolling off his condom, leaving it on the floor to clean up later- he didn’t have the time to spare. He grabbed a new foil square, and handed it to you, expectant. You reacted on reflex, inspecting it the way he’d shown you, opening it the way he taught you- he let you slide the roll down his cock, and climbed onto the bed, Laying on his back, expectant.
“Well? Come on then cowgirl.”