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"Daddy's home."
You freeze.
"I need to fuck."
There's absolutely no fucking way. There's no way that the voice you just heard is what you think it is. You're delusional.
Imagining things.
God, you fucking need to get laid. You're starting to hear things.
And by things, you mean the voice of your fuck buddy that has been stuck in the prison realm for fucking minute.
You need to be spayed or neutered or whatever the fuck they do to animals with issues along the lines of the ones that you're experiencing right now.
There's no way that he's out. You know Shoko had been dealing with the students and their plans to get him out, but there's no way they actually did it.
"You deaf?"
Holy fuck.
You're still frozen in your spot on the couch, facing the television with wide eyes and a neck that is too terrified to move just an inch, afraid that you'll see some kind of mutant pretending to be him so that it can kill you in the most sick and warped way you can think of.
Actually reacting to the possibility of getting dicked down by Satoru again.
You clench your teeth and allow your eyes to look to the side, seeking out the voice that is most likely just a façade created by your deliriously horny brain.
Nothing.
No figure, no mirage, no shadow.
Maybe you just imagined it.
Yep, you imagined it. You've established the fact that you have issues and the fact that you need to invest in a good quality vibrator. Now, you can go back to watching your show.
Of course, that's not the case, and you don't get the opportunity to.
Something cards itself through the strands of your hair, gathering them together to have something to grab onto. It pulls your head back so hard that your neck doesn't have time to build resistance. The thing uses your hair as leverage to get you to face the ceiling, unable to move from the position even when using all of your strength.
It's terrifying.
You've accepted your death.
Until the thing says, "I've been gone for a few weeks and you've suddenly turned into a bitch that can't fucking listen?"
White hair and blue eyes crowd your vision of the ceiling tiles.
Your mouth opens without your permission, but no words appear, the ability to speak completely overridden by your immense state of shock.
Satoru's grin is apparent even upside down.
"What? Can't speak either?"
You force yourself out of his grip so that you can sit up and actually look at him.
He looks the same. No new growths or appendages visible to the bare eye. He has that same stupid grin engulfing his face, as if he had just said something so clever that it was worthy of applause. His hair so white it's almost a light shade of blue, falling perfectly over his forehead and by his cheekbones.
His biceps are absolutely bulging out of that slutty little black shirt he's wearing.
Where the fuck did he even get that?
Your eyes meet his again and the only thing you can think to say is, "This isn't real."
He huffs, "So she can speak."
You frown, slowly making your way off the couch without ever turning your back to him, putting a decent amount of space between the both of you, just in case.
"Who are you?"
Satoru (?) steps forward as you immediately take a step back, causing him to chuckle once again. God, even his laugh sounds the same. It gives you that same level of confusion where you can't decide whether you want to punch him or ride him until you both pass out. It's always a tossup.
"Me, obviously"
You look him up and down, a look of disbelief clear on your face. You know there's a pretty good possibility that the angel chick pulled it off and actually got him out of the box, but you aren't one hundred percent positive.
You challenge, "Prove it."
He rolls his eyes but the smirk on his face never leaves its rightful place upon his lips. He taps his finger to his temple, pretending to think as he says, "If I recall correctly, the last time we fucked, which was right before I was locked away, you accidentally called me daddy."
You blink.
He raises his eyebrows, "Ring any bells?"
It's fucking him.
The stupid son of a bitch actually got out.
You break out into a huge grin as you race forward, barely stopping yourself from jumping on him, "Holy fucking shit!"
He engulfs you with his arms (did they somehow get bigger?), easily giving back the same immense amount of excited energy coursing through your entire body as he almost knocks your breath out of you.
Beyond content with the fact that you're touching him, you pull apart, now filled to the brim with at least two thousand questions.
You start, "How did you get—"
Satoru cuts you off by placing his hand over your mouth, reminding you that he was once a douchebag and being in a prison realm obviously did not change that.
"Woah, woah, woah, was I right about the deaf part?"
Your lips brush the inside of his palm as you let out a muffled, "Huh?"
He doesn't remove his hand, but he really plays up the condescending tone, choosing to say his next sentence in very obvious increments, purposefully trying to make it seem as if you're a complete idiot who can't understand a basic language.
"I. Need. To. Fuck."
You eyebrows fall, giving him a flat look. There's no way he's fucking serious.
He leans in closer, bending down just the slightest to reach your level, emphasizing the size difference he continuously holds over your head. He whispers in an obnoxious tone, "Do I need to say it slower, or do you think you got the right idea?"
You give one more blink, slowly, making sure that you understand the situation happening at the moment.
You grab his wrist and pull it down, ripping his hand away from your mouth. Pulling away from him, you push your pointer finger into his chest in an accusatory manner, "So, let's see if I have this correct."
He leans back as well, crossing his arms over his chest while knocking your finger out of the way, getting comfortable to hear your next few words.
"You just got out of the prison realm, and your first thought isn't to fix all the bullshit that's happening around us, but instead, to come grab a quick fuck."
"Bingo!"
You clench your fists, fighting the urge to punch him right, square in the face to see if you can knock some sense into him. Instead, you clench your teeth, knowing that it would be pointless. He would laugh and you would walk away with a hurt fist.
Instead, with a monotoned voice, you say, "You're a fucking slut, you know that right?"
He takes a step forward, reaching for your waist and placing his hands on the small of it. You would object, but after going a few weeks without them, your eyes almost flutter at the feeling. It's pitiful. They're so big they almost engulf you, and fuck if it doesn't feel like they're made to be there.
You look up at his eyes, completely captured by the intense blue staring back, still in a little bit of shock that he's here standing in front of you. You try your hardest to maintain the pure look of aggravation that's starting to disintegrate.
He pulls you close until there's barely any space between you. He leans down close to your lips and says almost against them, "You like it."
Your eyes fall down to where his lips are directly in front of your own. You can feel your resolve fade away and your anger dissipate, replaced by the all-consuming need for him. He somehow always has that effect on you, even though it's the most annoying thing in the world.
You can feel the frown evident on your face trying to upturn, "I don't."
He gives you that stupid sexy smirk that always makes you giggly behind the scenes, but never for him to witness, "Don't act like you didn't miss fucking me on the daily. I bet it's all you thought about while I was gone."
Fuck, he's right.
You swallow and clear your throat. Your hands are still hanging down at your side as you refuse to touch him and give into whatever game he has going on right now.
Still looking at his lips and the way that they're basically begging you to kiss them, you say defiantly, "I was not."
And then, he responds, "I was," and you can feel your resolve completely breaking.
Your eyes lift back up to meet his, "Yeah?"
He nods, still smirking, "All I could think about was getting the fuck out of there so I could go back to hearing you scream my name again with that pretty voice of yours."
You don't say anything, but you feel your knees shake a little.
Sue you. You can't help the way that Satoru seems to somehow mess with your head, even when he's not there, leaving you to moan his name even when he can't come over and help out.
He leans closer, lips almost brushing your own, "Come on, give me a little kiss."
You feel yourself nodding against him without even thinking about it, leaning forward to close the gap that was hardly there to begin with, pressing your lips against his slowly.
The feeling of his soft lips against yours almost has you whining for more, as you've thought about this little reunion since the moment he left.
One small kiss turns into two, and then three, and before you know it, your entire body is pressed up against him, touching as much of him as you possibly can. You're not sure if it's because you missed him and are trying to convince yourself that this is real and actually happening, but you feel so, extremely needy towards him right now.
You usually melt when you're around him, but this time it's ridiculous.
Things become heated before you even realize it, both of you moving in sync as you capture each other's lips repeatedly. Satoru leaves one hand on your waist, but the other travels to place itself on the back of your neck, holding you within his grip to try and angle you so that he can slip his tongue into your mouth.
You mentally slap yourself, deciding that you don't want to let him have complete control, so you try to ignore his pushing, taking it upon yourself to press up into him.
Your hands have long since left your side, now draping themselves over his shoulders. You drag them up his back, scratching at the material of his shirt, appreciating the tightness of it. Forgoing all moments of hesitancy or politeness, Satoru takes his hand off the back of your neck and grabs the side of your jaw instead, prying it open just the slightest, obviously tired of your refusal to open your mouth for him. You finally stop being stubborn and let him. At this point you don't even care what he does as long as you get what you want.
He lets out a noise of approval when you part your lips slightly, allowing him to lick inside. At first , he just dips it in, moaning quietly at the fact that he's finally able to get a taste of what he had been daydreaming about for what felt like the past three hundred years.
You don't hesitate to reciprocate, using your own to press against his, gently licking the tip of it before you go all the way in as well, trying to claim every inch of his mouth all at once. You lick over his teeth, the roof of his mouth, his pouty bottom lip, whatever you can reach. Soon, the urgency completely overcomes you as you take the entirety of his tongue into your mouth, sucking at it harshly, eliciting a loud moan from him that you can feel reverberate into your own mouth.
One of your hands dives into his hair, pulling at it as a signal to move closer, wanting him to press against you even more. You groan in frustration as he tries to pull away, but you don't let him just yet. You use your grip in his hair to pull him back to you, not wasting a second to shove your tongue into his mouth again.
He lets you for a moment, sliding his tongue along with yours, but then the strength from the hand on your jaw becomes overpowering as he pulls your mouth away from his so he can speak.
In order to get you away long enough to say what he needs to, he places his thumb on your bottom lip, pulling it down and gathering the spit that made its way there. He then moves it into your mouth, his eyes tracking each motion, as he presses it down onto your tongue.
You immediately get the cue and close your lips around him, swirling your tongue and getting it nice and wet before you suck hard.
He smiles slightly, "You're a liar."
Your brows furrow as your confusion causes you to stop sucking for a second, but he quickly puts an end to that, pressing hard onto your tongue again, hinting at what he wants.
You oblige, licking over the pad of it in apology as he begins speaking again.
"I know you thought about me while I was gone."
You remain quiet, continuing the task at hand, knowing that he's going to keep speaking since he never shuts up.
He pulls his thumb out, resting it on your bottom lip again as he says, "You probably couldn't even cum on your own, not after spending so many nights with me."
There's no way in hell that you're going to confirm what he's saying, so you remain silent.
He takes the silence as his answer anyway, "Yeah, I fucking knew it. You suck at lying."
You roll your eyes as he takes his thumb off. You lean forward to give it a sloppy kiss, tongue lingering for just a moment as you look up at him with an evident pout on your face. You say in a bratty tone, "I suck at other things too if you would shut up for once."
He raises an eyebrow as his hand moves to cup your cheek.
"Yeah? You wanna prove it?"
Now it's your turn to smirk, knowing that you're holding the reigns. You slowly bend down, getting on your knees but never breaking eye contact, "What, you don't wanna get straight to fucking?"
Your knees touch the ground as you move your hands to rest on his thighs for stability. His hands begin to card through your hair, pulling it away from your face. He looks over you with fondness clear in his eyes, but the urge to fill your mouth seems to take over with the crooked smirk that he gives you.
You stay there, staring up at him with your big doe eyes, poking your bottom lip out just the way he likes. His pupils are clearly blown when he says, "You know what I thought about while I was gone?"
You tilt your head and say, "What?" Your hands slowly begin to inch up, making their way towards the zipper of his pants.
He watches as you pull at the zipper, edging it down, tooth by tooth, taking your time. His voice is deeper when he continues, "Half the time I thought about fucking your pussy."
You condense your smile as you pull his pants down his legs at a pace that is obviously not as hasty as he would prefer. You know he wants you to hurry up, but you'd like to prolong things for a bit, liking how honest he's being.
"What about the other half?"
He takes it upon himself to pull his dick out of his underwear, not wanting to wait for you to do it for him. He holds the thick length out in front of you, almost making you drool at the way it hangs heavy in his grasp, begging to be touched by yours truly.
You break eye contact for a moment, just to stare at the way precum is already leaking out of the head. You barely notice when he says, "The other half I thought about fucking your mouth."
You lick your lips as you move your hands to replace his, but he backs off, moving out of your reach. You try to follow, but the hand in your hair doesn't relent, keeping you in your place.
He gives himself a pump, directly in front of your face as he says, "Thought about making you gag until you can't breathe."
Your heart rate speeds up at the thought, turned on to the point where you just want to get to the part where he fucks your brains out.
You lean forward again, but he yanks you back, this time harder, but fuck if it doesn't make you squeeze your thighs together. You try to not be obvious, but by the look on his face, he definitely noticed.
He goes on as he starts jacking off at a steady pace, getting himself harder than he was to begin with, "Thought about filling your throat up with my cum"
You don't say a word. You know better than to speak when he's on one of his power streaks. Honestly, considering the circumstances, he deserves to have a moment of power, but you wouldn't object anyway.
You love when he gets like this. Demanding and power hungry. It makes you so fucking hot to the point where you start to lose yourself, like he's fucking with your brain. Honestly, he might be, his powers are strong enough.
You wouldn't even mind if he did.
It's fucking lame.
"Stick your tongue out."
You quickly do what he asks, flattening your tongue and holding it out the way that he likes, all while continuing to make eye contact. Your hands have moved to rest in your lap so that he can have complete and total control over everything.
He takes his cock and presses the tip against your tongue, slapping it down a couple of times just to prove who's in charge. Continuing to let it rest on the bed of your tongue, he says, "Good to know you still know how to follow simple tasks."
You bite back a retort as he pulls back from you. You watch as he firmly strokes his shaft again before he says, "What do you want?"
You know what to say.
"I want to suck your cock, Satoru."
The corner of his mouth twitches upwards as you watch his hand completely engulf the head of his cock, "Ask me, nicely, and maybe I'll let you."
You ask in the sweetest voice you can conjure up, "Satoru, please let me suck you off. I've missed it so much, I promise I'll make it so good."
He grins, "Yeah?"
You nod, inching forward on your knees to take away the distance he created.
"Go for it."
You lean forward, placing one hand at the base to hold him steady against your lips as you kitten lick the slit, lapping up the precum coming out, eyelids fluttering at the taste. You look up to see him suppress a groan as he moves strands of hair out of your eyes.
You give him one last look before you go back to paying full attention to what's in front of you. You stop licking to give him a dirty, open-mouthed kiss against the head, then the side and all the way down to the base. You know he's enjoying the show when he says a little disheveled, "There we go, baby, make it nice and sloppy."
After you give the base one more kiss, you lick a stripe all the way from the bottom to the top, ending it with taking the entire head into your mouth and sucking harshly, eliciting a grunt from above you and a hand tightening in your hair.
You grin around him, moaning along at the fact that you're causing those sounds to come from him. You look up to catch his eye as you start to bob up and down from the head to the middle of the shaft, letting one of your hands pump the rest of him as the other moves to go under his shirt, rubbing at his lower abs and now-present happy trail. You feel him tense up at your touch, watching the way he tips his head back in pleasure, leaving you to see the straining muscles in his neck.
In order to stop more sounds from coming out, Satoru clenches his jaw, eyelashes flickering as he tries to make his arousal less apparent. It doesn't work. You know all of his tells by now.
You pull away slightly to gather more spit in your mouth, licking up and down his cock, getting it wetter.
Drool is basically dripping down his balls when he says almost in awe, "Nasty, baby."
You feign ignorance as you continue to mouth along his shaft, "Don't you want me to make you come?"
You go to take him into your mouth again, but he holds you back as he says with a stern voice, "I'm coming in your pussy tonight, not down your fucking throat."
You look up with wide eyes as you say, "You could do both," ending the sentence by opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue again, barely getting a taste of the head, giving him permission to have his way.
He steps forward, placing both hands on either side of your face, holding you steady. He slowly presses his hips forward to rest his dick on your tongue once again as he says, "That's kinda slutty, Y/N."
He doesn't let you defend yourself, quickly thrusting into your mouth, not giving you time to accommodate the intrusion. He fucks into your mouth at a steady pace, not quite forcing himself to the back of your throat like he usually does.
What a gentleman.
He grips your jaw, making you open wider and suck harder as he ups his pace. He grunts, "Fuck, it's like your mouth's made for me to fuck." His movements get harsher as the tip begins to kiss the back of your throat, forcing you to accept him inside.
You accidentally gag as he gets less careful, but it only makes him moan louder, as your throat constricts around him.
"Thought about this so fucking much. Thought about how you'd be so good for me, letting me use you how I want."
You look up with watery eyes as his cock obstructs your breathing. He uses his thumb to swipe at one of your tears just as it begins to fall as he says, "You always take my cock like a champ, don't you?."
He thrusts in just a few more times before he pulls out, letting you finally catch your breath. There's drool dripping down your chin and tears flooding your vision as you stare at the way his cock is flushed red, begging to be fucked some more.
You shift in place, slightly uncomfortable at just how fucking wet you are. You know your underwear is soaked, sticking to your cunt that's aching to be touched. You want to express it to Satoru, ask him to touch you, but like he said earlier, tonight is his night and you'll do whatever he asks.
He looks you up and down, eyes scrutinizing as he notices the way that your knees are pressed together, the way your cheeks are flushed, the way that you're breathing hard, both from trying to catch your breath and your own arousal.
He runs a hand through his hair as he smirks and says, "Bet you're fucking soaked, huh?"
You don't confirm nor deny what he says, you simply remain seated, waiting for further instructions.
He nods towards the couch, "Let me see."
He helps you up from the floor and follows you over to the couch, walking close behind you. Before you can sit down, you stumble forward from the impact of Satoru's palm connecting to the back of your ass.
You gasp, but you should've known it was coming.
He doesn't let you sit like you intended to as he reaches down to squeeze your ass harshly with one hand while grabbing onto your waist with the other, pulling your body into his.
Now with your back pressed against his chest (and ass pressed against his bare dick), he says into your ear, "Missed your fucking sexy ass."
Pleased with the praise, you humor him, pressing back and grinding into his cock, moaning at the feeling of his length against you. He leans down and begins to plant kisses on your neck ruthlessly, lathing your skin with his tongue. He makes his way to the spot right underneath your ear and bites down hard before he starts sucking, causing you to let out a loud groan at the sensation.
You let him leave a few more bites down the length of your neck before you pull away to lean down on the arm of the couch, arching your back obscenely. You look back at him with lust-filled eyes to see his cock harder than ever and his face filled with desire.
You know you look good, especially with the way that your ass is hanging out of your barely there shorts. You can see the hunger clear in his eyes when you say, "Are you gonna stand around all night, or are you gonna fuck me?"
Before you know it, you feel him slap your ass again, but this time it's so hard that you jolt forward on the couch, arms almost collapsing underneath you. You moan at the feeling, "Fuck."
He stares at you, or rather your ass, massaging over the spot that he hit as he says, "You have a shit attitude."
You don't say anything, making eye contact with him as he looks up again, challenging him to do something. He easily catches on and says, "If I wasn't so fucking horny that I can't see straight, I'd do something about it."
He spanks you again, making you clench your jaw from the way that your pussy absolutely aches for more. He looks back up, "Next time, I will."
Testing your luck, you say, "Why don't you just fuck it out of me, for now?"
He huffs, shoving your shorts down, leaving them hanging around your ankles. Now just in your underwear, he toys with the lace hem. He says, "You're acting like a slut, Y/N."
"Maybe I am one."
He raises an eyebrow before he reaches down to grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it off and leaving him in just his pants that are still unbuttoned for his cock to hang out. You shamelessly admire his build, eyes lingering on his chest. Your gaze travels to his shoulders and biceps as you hear him say, "For everyone, or just for me?"
Your eyes snap back up to see him grinning. He knows he's fucking hot, and it's so fucking irritating to humor him by letting your eyes roam.
You grin back, "Just your slut, Satoru."
"That's what I thought."
He reaches down and cups your pussy through your underwear, letting his middle finger slide in between your folds, making you let out a content sigh from the much needed pressure.
He murmurs, "Shit, Y/N, your pussy really is soaked."
He rubs your clit harshly for just a second, but before you even get used to it, just as fast as it happened, it's gone. Now frustrated, you groan, "Come on, I'm ready. Just fuck me, I don't need prep."
He starts to pull down your panties as he says, "God, you're desperate, you know that?"
You retort without any anger to your words, but you do send him a glare over your shoulder, "Don't act like you aren't."
He places both of his hands on your ass, spreading you apart for him to see, "I'm not objecting."
You watch with heavy lids as he takes ahold of his cock and leans forward to rub it against your pussy. Spreading your legs just the slightest, you make room for him to slide against you. He doesn't put it in, he just thrusts through your wetness, coating himself and tapping your clit every now and then with the head.
You squeeze your eyes closed, moaning from the way you can feel your pussy pulsing, getting wetter from each touch. He has both of his hands on the small of your waist, squeezing and pulling you back into him with each grind against you. He moans with a hint of a cocky tone, "Damn, did having your throat fucked turn you on this much?"
It feels good, but you want more. You want him to hurry up, but you know that if you say as much, he'll just go even slower. So, you do what you know you have to for him to finally lose control and actually start fucking you fast and hard.
You look back at him, admiring the way his abs flex as he grinds forward. You say softly, "Yeah, daddy, it did."
His grinding comes to a halt as he makes eye contact. His biceps flex as his grip tightens on your waist. You grin as he says, "Fuck you."
You know it worked when he pulls back, taking himself into his hand to guide the head to your hole. Before you can even think, he's pressing in, the thickness of his cock making you close your eyes, whimpering at the size.
He groans as he continues to inch his way in, "This what you wanted? You wanted my cock in you?"
You nod deliriously at the feeling of him filling you up, stretching you tight with his size. You whine, "Feels so good, Satoru."
He grunts, "I know," as he thrusts all the way in without warning, making you let out a startled moan. Without giving you time to adjust, he quickly starts up a fast pace, fucking you so hard that you're pushed fatter forward on the couch with each movement. You arch your back even deeper, trying to find some sort of stability. You whimper, "W-wait."
He doesn't listen, rutting into you even faster, pressing down on your lower back to force you into an even more uncomfortable position. His cock hits your G-spot so suddenly that you go cross-eyed, moaning before you can even think to catch your breath.
In a guttural voice, he says, "Thought you wanted this?" His tone gives away the unaffected façade he tried so hard to create, "Thought you wanted daddy to fuck your cunt hard and fast?"
You squeeze your eyes shut and stutter, "S-shut u-up, Satoru." He laughs shortly as he chills out with the ridiculous pace, settling for a grind, going deeper than before, making you squeal unexpectedly. He leans over your back as he continues to grind down, reaching for your jaw and pulling your head to face him. He says against your cheek, "Thought you liked calling me daddy, huh? What happened?"
Too embarrassed (and too irritated at the fact that he's bringing this up NOW of all times) to look at him, you keep your eyes closed and bite your tongue at the moan that threatens to come out. You try to shake your head in disagreement, but his grip stops you from doing so.
He thrusts up hard just once, bullying that special spot, forcing your eyes open in shock. You whimper as a single tear falls down your cheek. He leans in closer, tongue coming out to obscenely lick it up, making your pussy grip is cock tighter. You're sure he noticed, tightening his hand on your jaw as he says, "Say it, and I'll make you come."
You shut down a plead, not wanting to give in. With the pace he's going, you'll come anyway. You stay quiet, but he never makes it easy for you, continuing, "Twice."
Your eyes open slightly at that as he shallowly starts thrusting in again. You weigh your options and quickly come to a decision, giving in and saying, "Please, daddy?"
He moans loudly against your cheek, "There's my girl."
God, he's such a freak.
He leans away, hands going back home on your hips as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in so hard you feel your legs give out. You yell, "Fuck!"
He sets up a steady pace as he reaches forward to rub your clit in quick-tight circles. He says, "Come on, give me the first one."
You bite your lip, trying to quiet down just a little bit so that your moaning isn't excessive, but it's hard to shut up when he's fucking you so well. You feel the beginning of your orgasm starting to swell up in your lower belly. Closing your eyes, you rest your head on your forearms, entire body bouncing along with his thrusts. Unable to keep it in, you beg, "More!"
For once, Satoru doesn't tease or object, he just goes harder, taking you closer and closer to the edge. Before you know it, you're there, feeling yourself tighten up and gush around him. You almost scream from the release as you yell out, "Satoru!"
From the tone of his voice, you can tell that he's pleased with himself, "I know, baby, I know." He doesn't relent with his pace whatsoever, continuing to fuck you to the point where you can't think about anything except the way his cock is kissing your cervix. You whine as he reaches up to grip you by the back of your neck, holding you down for more leverage.
"Your cunt's always so fucking tight no matter how many times I stretch it out."
You don't respond, not able-minded enough to even know what he's talking about, or process it. He slaps your ass, taking you out of your stupor, and forcing more tears to leak from your eyes.
He starts to pull you up by your waist, forcing you to try to use your legs to stand up as he presses your back against his chest. You lean completely on him, not able to support your own weight. You whine, "Satoru, I can't!"
He kisses your neck, grinding deep as he says, "I've got you. Just let it happen."
Your head falls back on his shoulder, once again getting lost in the sensation. He holds you up completely with one arm bracing your waist while the other travels up so that he can squeeze at your tit through your shirt.
After a moment, the hand that was occupying your chest travels back down to your clit, where he starts to abuse it again, rubbing too hard and too fast. It almost hurts, but it's teetering on the perfect edge of too much pain and pleasure.
You try to push him away, but he's too strong. You moan in overstimulation, struggling to get away, but he simply holds on tighter, groaning wetly against your neck, "Fuck, baby, don't run. Just take it."
You look down at where his hand is moving fast, trying to get you to cum again. You stare at how wet his cock is when it comes out.
Satoru notices what's caught your attention and quickly teases, "Your pretty pussy's so messy, baby." Your head lolls around to rest limply on his shoulder again, whimpering embarrassedly.
"Look at it. You're fucking gushing."
You ignore him, writhing in his hold, staring up at the ceiling, trying to maintain some type of consciousness besides the pleasure. He doesn't allow it though. He takes his hand off your clit and moves it to your lower stomach. He suddenly changes paces, going for fast and hard once again, making your whole body bounce against him.
He huffs his hot breath against your ear, pressing down on your stomach, "You feel that?" He presses harder for emphasis, causing you to whine. He does it again, "Feel how deep my cock's hitting you?"
Now that he's brought it to your attention, all you can focus on is the way his hand is pushing down on you, the way it seems like you can feel his long, thick cock all the way in your guts. You slur, "Fuckkk, don't- don't say that."
You feel him smile, "Say what?"
You don't respond with words, just moans, as he continues, "Why not? Can't take it?"
You groan, admitting, "Won't last."
At your words, he takes his hand off your stomach and grabs your jaw forcing you to face him. Without any words needed, you lean forward, taking his lips to yours, immediately letting him shove his tongue in your mouth.
It doesn't even really qualify as kissing, you're just licking into each other's mouths. So much spit is spilling out as you pant against him, trying to breathe through all of the moaning. He sucks on your bottom lip for a moment. He bites it harshly, just once, before he pulls away.
He then let's go of your limp body, setting you back down on the couch so he can grab onto your ass once again, this time going faster than ever.
Your upper body drags against the edge of the couch, arms too heavy to hold yourself up. You can feel the brush of the fabric against your skin with each push and pull. At least Satoru is doing his part to hold your lower body up because you know you don't have the strength to do anything other than moan and take it.
He spanks you again, most likely leaving an imprint of his hand on your skin (hopefully), as he says, "You're creaming all over my cock like a whore, Y/N."
Your eyes roll into the back of your head at his words, "S-slow down!"
You whine as he does the opposite, speeding up to a near impossible pace, his groin smacking against your ass with every thrust. He's going so hard it feels like it might bruise.
"Why? You gonna come all over me if I don't?"
You moan out as your answer, feeling your lower abdomen tighten up, a sign that you're about to come either way, if he slows down or not.
Satoru must feel your pussy tighten up around him, hips stuttering in respondence.
"Fuck, come for me. Come on my cock."
His words just add to the pleasure as you stop resisting and let yourself come for the second time. Your throat is raw at this point from all the moaning, but you can't help it, especially with the never-ending stimulation.
You can tell he's about to come as well, movements getting frantic. Deciding to give him a little treat, you beg, "Come in me, Satoru, please!"
You hear a loud groan come from behind you, followed by three, short and hard thrusts, before he yells out, "Fuck!" You immediately feel him come inside you, grinding deep to make it last longer. You groan at the sensation of him filling you up so much that it's starting to leak out around him.
He stays pressed up against you for a moment, breathing hard from the exertion. You gladly let him, unable to move anyway. After you both catch your breath, he slowly pulls out, making you wince at the feeling. Now empty, you slump forward even more as you sigh, "Fuck."
You feel Satoru spread your ass so he can stare like the pervert he is. He groans, "So messy, baby." You ignore him, letting him do whatever wants. You feel his long fingers rub through the mess you both made, sighing at the fact that it still feels so good even after coming twice already.
You notice the absence of his hand, looking back to catch him with his fingers in his mouth, groaning at the taste.
You say with a tired voice, "You're a freak."
He ignores you, continuing to lick his fingers clean.
After he gets his fix, he says, "Wanna go again?"
You glare at him, "You need to answer all of my questions first."
He comes to sit down beside where you're slumped over and says, "Ask them while you ride me."
You stare at him.
"Okay."