you’d almost cried at how wholesome his attention is, and how fulfilling his love is becoming. almost, if not for the way his hips rolls so hard into you that you’re starting to sob for an entirely different reason.

togame is by no means average-sized. barely halfway in and he’s already stretching you to the max, pressing in so deeply and ever so slightly in a tilted way that his cock curves perfectly upwards inside your sopping cunt. every single inch of him hits all the sweet spots inside you just right, sparks of pleasure bursting behind your eyelids as wanton moans escape from your mouth.

he eventually sets a rapid pace, his movement fluid and steady as the blunt tip of his cock starts to repeatedly hit the deepest part of your core. “that’s it, baby. you’re taking me so well,” he purrs in your ear, causing you to whine in response.

“f-fuck, ‘s so big,” you clench around his generous length as wet squelching sounds of your pussy echo in the room, skin slapping against skin as your cries and his grunts stringing together like a dirty symphony.

togame slips a hand behind your neck then, pulling you up for another kiss before he holds you there, heads leaning against each other to make you notice, to make you see what he’s doing to you.

you don’t realize it at first, too lost in the feeling of his cock dragging oh so deliciously in between your velvety walls. but when you finally get a good look at it, you’d nearly come right on the spot.

there’s a thick creamy ring around the base of his cock, courtesy of the previous rounds you’d had and how much he’d been cumming inside you, and when he drives himself home again inside your wet heat with that same crazy depth, same crazy angle, your stomach bulges with every thrust.

“shh, just feel me here, sweetheart,” he coos before his hand grabs one of yours, dwarfing it entirely before settling them both together on your lower belly, right where his thick cock continues to make that little bump on the skin.

it makes you dizzy, so freaking turned on and almost delirious at the sight as togame slams deeper into you. “jo… g-gonna cum - fuck,” tears blur your vision, your whimpers growing louder by the second when his other hand grips tighter on the back of your thigh.

“yeah? you like feeling yourself when you’re getting fucked like this, hm?” he presses down harder on your stomach with just the right amount of pressure and before you know it you’re already cumming so hard, your cunt squeezing and gushing around his dick as your breath gets knocked out of your lungs in a broken cry of his name.

he follows behind soon after, reaching his peak with a low groan of his own as you heavily pant from the exertion. running a hand through his sweaty onyx strands, togame briefly glances down at where the two of you are still connected and gradually pulls out, ignoring your slurred complaints about the sudden loss of warmth.

he curses under his breath, “fuck, baby. you’re such a mess.”

you’re sweating all over, hair disheveled on the pillow beneath your head as pearls of tears line the lashes of your eyes. his cum and yours fill your tight hole to the brim, the mixed liquids leaking past your pussy lips and trickling down your inner thigh when togame hooks a thumb on the side of your wet folds.

he inhales sharply, eyes focusing on the obscene view before he looks back at your fucked out expression with that heavily lidded gaze again.

“mind if i have a taste?”

am i starting off too strong with this one 🧍 anw ‘big dick togame🗣️’ the crowd (me) cheers

satoru’s jaw clenches when he gets a particularly good shot of his thick cock disappearing into your plush cunt, hissing a curse from between his teeth as the wet, squelching noises only grow louder while his balls smack against your ass with each thrust, the sound so fucking loud you’re convinced he’s trying to bury it into the walls instead of just his speaker.

you blink up at him when you feel like your eyes have adjusted to the usual dim lighting once more, finally meeting satoru’s crystalline gaze before another, dangerous sort of smirk is curling at the edges of his lips and you feel his fingers release your wrist in favour of tracing along your skin. you feel him trail the teasing, featherlight touches lower before he’s pressing his hand behind your thigh and pulling it up to let it hook around his shoulder — the new position only letting him bully his cock deeper into your already trembling walls, and you feel something warm bursting along your thighs while your moans begin to grow higher in pitch, you’re already so close.

“feels selfish keepin’ you all for myself, princess. maybe ‘ll show everyone how fuckin’ greedy you are f’ my cock, all fuckin’ mine, ain’t ya?” he grunts, but it sounds needier this time as his lungs tremble on his next inhale, his hold on his phone wavering with the next saccharine squeeze of your walls along his cock.

but satoru didn’t predict that he might be about to record himself losing his fucking mind in the intoxicating push and pull of your pussy.

you’re already mindless beneath him but when the next place his fingers fall is between your thighs, it only takes a few messy circles of your clit with two of his digits and a couple of languid, deep thrusts before you’re stiffening, tight walls squeezing down eagerly around him as you cream around his cock.

your pussy feels like it’s trying to fucking milk him, it only pulling tighter everytime he draws his hips back, trying to lure back in every inch you lose before he’s burying it back inside of you. but satoru hisses through his teeth before he’s focusing the camera on your face once more, his palm mercilessly pinning your hips to the bed before he’s ruthlessly fucking you through your orgasm, every thrust unrelenting and he’s only spurred on by the way you cry for him.

“oh, that’s what ‘m talkin’ about, sweet thing. eyes on me, yeah?” he groans, low and rugged and you know he’s desperately trying to keep a hold on the last string of his sanity — but your pussy feels so fucking good around him that he’s considering getting this video put permanently on a loop in his mind.

your thighs twitch when you feel his thumb reach down to tease your puffy clit once more, every swipe shooting tiny aftershocks through your system as you thrash below him—still so sensitive from your orgasm. but satoru still spreads your thighs even wider before his thrusts are becoming sloppier, losing pace as he rocks into you, and you watch his head fall back to moan when you squeeze and tremble around the sensitive head of his cock.

his eyes are half lidded and dark despite the way they still look crystal when he blinks back down at you, snowy peaks of his hair messier than usual as they fall along the light sheen of sweat along his forehead, framing the blush along his features before his lips part to grind out another groan. but then it’s hidden once more when the bright light from the flash clouds your vision and you feel satoru’s cock throb at the doe-eyed expression on your face.

“let me see you make that pretty face f’ me again, sweet girl.”

i think if you’re not really into pda he actually manages to be very subtle about it. he walks pretty close to you, hooks his pinky around yours when you’re both standing in line somewhere, tugs on your sleeve or gently squeezes your arm to get your attention even as he’s calling your name anyway. he’s also very doting; that loose thread on your shirt? he’s grabbing you by the shoulders and stopping you in your tracks the second he spots it, standing in front of you to remove it. doesn’t let you go without smoothing down the sleeves of your outfit afterwards, a dopey grin on his face as he does so. maybe even sneaks in a cheeky little peck on the forehead that makes your face heat up. he tucks loose strands of hair behind your ears, likes to poke you randomly, offers to hold anything and everything for you even if his hands are already full. pda isn’t necessarily just kissing n stuff so any display of his affection towards you that doesn’t call attention to you two is what he’s going to go for if that’s what you prefer

but if you’re as into pda as he is? shit, he’s relentless, maybe even a little too excited about it. he doesn’t care how many people stare, or the weird looks he gets from passerby’s, he will make out with you in front of his car in the parking lot of an establishment before you both have even walked inside. at restaurants or anywhere you’re both seated, he’s right next to you with his hand on your thigh or his arm around your shoulders. if you’re significantly shorter than him he likes to slot his chin on top of your head or your shoulder, pretty much draping half his body weight over you as he does this. kisses your neck randomly too; sliding his hand across your lower back, pulling you close to his side. he’s also the type to pick you up from, like, an airport or something, and he greets you with a big hug. lifts you up into the air effortlessly, spins you around a little bit, grabs your face with both hands and he kisses you and kisses you— like he just couldn’t wait till you both got to his car, not a single inch on your face goes untouched by his lips the very moment he had you back in his arms. as if he wants to let everyone know his love is back home!

he’s very loud about it too, in more ways than one. he likes to hum against your lips, loves the way your own curl up at the ends when you feel the vibrations in his chest. his lips smack against yours with practiced precision; even after years of kissing you he’s still perfecting it every day, you think. sometimes he’s giggling and other times he’s panting; sometimes he doesn’t let up until one or both of you start moaning into it. his kisses are the reason why you’ve both been late somewhere on several different occasions— “one more kiss, baby,” it never stops there with him, because before you know it he’s got you pinned underneath him and his hands are slipping underneath your shirt, your previous plans long since forgotten in the heat of his touch

it’s why you try not to kiss him too much in public. it’s not that you’re embarrassed of him, far from it— it’s just that the way he kisses you and the way you kiss him back is borderline pornographic sometimes. he jokes that everyone would pay to see you two go at it but you’re not sure you want that kind of attention on the both of you when you’re at a local coffee shop, and he respects that fully

(it’s almost because of that very boundary that his kisses grow needier than ever when you’re both finally alone. he’s so clingy with you and when you’re both out on dates it takes everything in him not to kiss you breathless in front of everyone; so the very moment you both get some privacy, his lips are on yours before you even knew it)