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You never knew your husband was into some shady stuff for work. I mean, did he work at odd hours, coming home soaked in something, but assuring you that he was fine and needed a shower. But when you found a handgun in the bottom kitchen cabinet, you were angry and confused. You sent the kids to your mother's house and awaited Toji’s inevitable arrival home. When he walked through the door, his muscles flexed before relaxing. “A fucking gun, Toji?!” His body tensed upon hearing your voice from the darkness, before relaxing once he registered that it belonged to you. 

“What’re you talking about, Doll?” He asked, slipping off his shoes and putting on his house slippers before dragging his feet along the hardwood floors. You threw the gun at his feet, forcing him to stop. “Why is there a fucking gun in the kitchen cabinet?! And the bottom one at that? What if Megumi or Satoko found it?” You shouted, the mere thought of them playing with a gun and it accidentally going off; it made your heart sink. “Well then, good thing you found it, yeah?” Toji said, picking up the gun, checking it for any damage before walking further into the house, as if there was nothing wrong with having guns around a very adventurous four-year-old and a seven-year-old.

“You don’t see the problem with this?!” You shouted as you stormed after him. You were fucking fuming at how nonchalant he was being about the situation. Toji shrugged before saying, “Not really. I mean, the kids are safe and healthy last I checked, so what’s the problem with a gun in the house?” “What if the kids found it? Started playing with it, and one of them got hurt?” Toji groaned. “Doll, I work for some fucked up people. People who will come in guns blazing with no regard for you or the kids. So the gun stays, non negotiable.” You scoffed. “I can’t fucking believe this. I’m going to my mothers. I can’t-” Toji grabbed you by the neck, pulling you closer to him, practically giving you whiplash. “You’re not going anywhere, Doll. I mean I had a hard day at work, haven’t seen you and you’re getting pissy over a gun that the kids didn’t find. Hell, the gun’s been there since we moved in last year. Now please, relax and give me a kiss”

You were silent, but he could tell you were angry as you tried to get out of his grasp and he only threw you onto the bed as he took his shirt off. You slid off the bed and tried to exit the room again, but Toji pushed you back onto the bed, straddling your hips, keeping you on the bed. “Toji, stop it. I’m not fucking you right now and I’m going to my mother’s for the weekend.” He laughed, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “I’d love to see how you do that. I haven’t seen my wife in a week and you want to run off to your mother’s over a fucking hypothetical? I’ve been stuck in a hotel with another dude. Couldn’t even jerk off to the pretty pictures that I take of you.” Your brows furrowed. “You take pictures of me after we have sex so you can jerk off to them?!” You began fighting him, not knowing what else to do. Although, it was pointless. The man was twice your size and too much strength for you to fight him off of you.

 Trying to get yourself free, when suddenly his large, rough and calloused hands wrapped around your throat, choking you and his other hand pressed the gun to your head, keeping you still.

Your throat burned and you were helpless under him. Toji finally let go, and you coughed, hard, trying to pull any amount of air back into your lungs. Toji pulled the rest of his clothes off, before taking off your pajama pants and he climbed back onto the bed, prying your legs apart and slinging them over his shoulders. “All you need is a little attention, yeah? Pussy missed me so much it’s making you crazy, Doll” You tried to squirm and get away, but he put the gun down, his hands kept you firmly in place. “No, Toji. Stop it-” You said and he dragged his big wet tongue all over your pretty cotton panties.

“Stay still, pretty.” Toji said, pulling your panties to the side before taking your clit into his mouth, causing your back to arch as you tried to fight him off once again, but his large hands reminded you how much bigger and stronger than you he was. Your heels dug into his back, trying to push him away, but he continued to hold you down, continuing his assault on your poor clit. You whined, eventually stopping to attempt an escape and giving up on your futile attempts to escape. 

Toji smirked before saying “Finally. Let me do what I need to do, Doll.” He buried his face into your cunt, watching as you tried to act as though it didn’t feel good, but Toji was confident in his abilities to make you come over and over again with just his tongue. After all, because he was good with his tongue, that was one of the reasons you married and had kids with him. Soft whimpers and pleads left your lips as Toji held you down, his hand itching for the gun once more. 

He reached up, grabbing the gun. Your body tensed and he smiled, tapping the barrel of the gun against your saliva soaked pussy. You jumped before saying “Stop. What’re you doing?!” Toji didn’t respond, still sucking feverishly at your clit. He dragged the cold metal along the inside of your thigh and down to the outside of your leg, leaving a mixture of your unwanted arousal and his spit along your right thigh. His left hand’s pointer and middle finger slipped into you, stuffing a third in not longer after. 

Tears brewed in your eyes and you groaned, trying to stop the assault. The gun came from the outside of your thigh and Toji pulled away from your clit and pulled his fingers out before prodding the barrel of the gun at your hole. Your eyes widened and you shook your head, but he kept you in place. He began to work the tip of the gun into your pussy. You sobbed loudly at the intrusion, the indents in the metal scrapped against the inside of your pussy, causing you to cry out with every small thrust.

Toji pressed the gun deeper into your cunt, watching your pussy stretch, trying to accommodate the intrusion. Soft sobs and hiccups left your lips as Toji continued to work the gun deeper inside of you. His hands finally stilled and you were so grateful for it, still sobbing. “Toji- please!” A creepy smile plastered on his face and you watched in horror as he clicked the safety off, the sound causing your ears to ring. 

Your eyes opened wide, still crying and trying to get away. “Ah-ah.” Toji said, his finger twitching on the trigger. “Come on now you wouldn’t want me to accidentally pull the trigger? It might hurt. But what do I know, right? I don’t have female anatomy.” You choked back a sob, trying your hardest not to make any sudden movement when Toji whistles loudly. “You sure you’re not enjoying yourself? I mean you’ve already coated the gun in a pretty ring of your cream and you're leaking down to my wrist.”

Toji pulled the gun out, watching your pussy gape as you whimpered and you writhe. “Good girl.” Toji said, gently rubbing the barrel of the gun on your clit. You jumped as you rocked your hips against the warm metal. “I thought you didn’t want this. You’re rubbing your clit against the gun.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “S-shut up. It’s not even loaded-” A loud bang and your ears rang, causing you to pause. There was a hole in the decorative pillow next to your head.

Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly and Toji smirked. “You still think it’s not loaded?” He pressed the hot metal into your mouth, the gunpowder leaving a foul taste in your mouth. Still hyperventilating, Toji pressed his cock into your cunt, groaning at the resistance. “You’re still so fucking tight. Even after I tried to stretch you out a little with the gun.” You whimpered around the gun, your eyes completely shut. 

“Come on. You don’t even wanna look at your husband? Show me some love, Doll. I haven’t seen you or this pussy in a whole week.” You shook your head and the gun was pulled from your mouth, covered in your unwanted arousal and saliva and he pressed the tip underneath your chin; the gun clicked again. “Safety’s off again, Doll.” You quickly open your eyes, looking at him through the tears that threatened to spill. “There she is. Oh how I missed you, Doll.” You whimpered, closing your eyes again before forcing yourself to open them again. 

“Good girl. I didn’t even have to force you.” Toji laughed, his hips thrusting deep into your messy pussy, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every snap of his hips. You whimpered, a loud sob leaving your lips and Toji groaned. “Come on, Doll. You’re making my dick soft with all that cryin’. Why don’t you give me a big pretty smile?” You whimpered, your back arching. You couldn’t be close to an orgasm. Not with him pointing a gun under your jaw and his cock bullying your cervix; you can’t be. 

“Is my whore wife close? Her messy cunt wants to cream all over my cock?” You let out a sob and Toji’s free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing you tight. Your well manicured nails clawed at his arm, trying to get him to let go of you. But the more you struggled, the more his big hand tightened around your throat and restricted your breathing. 

“To….ji please!” You whimpered through strangled breaths. “Shhh. Let me take care of your needy pussy. M’kay?” You clawed at his biceps leaving red scratch marks against his skin and he hissed, tossing the gun off of the bed. Both of his hands wrapped around your throat. Your vision began to blur; you couldn’t tell if it was from tears or the lack of oxygen, but Toji was relentlessly pounding into your pussy, listening to your soft mewls and the lewd noises from between your legs. You didn’t know what was happening. 

“T-toji!” He smiled. “That's all you can say? Beg for me to stop when your cunt is so fucking greedy and you need me to tend to her. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take care of your needs?” You sobbed and he smiled as he watched you grow weaker and weaker from his grip. Your cunt spasmed around Toji’s cock and he smiled. “Go ahead. Make a fucking mess of my cock and cum while I use your pussy the way I wanna.” 

Your back arched and you came hard, your head fuzzy and you felt yourself slowly losing consciousness. You tried to fight it, but Toji’s hips snapping hard against yours, his finger gripping your neck hard enough to leave bruises. “Gonna cum deep inside your pretty pussy and get you pregnant again. Watch you waddle around the house, your breasts so full. Holy shit, I’m going to cum inside of you.” Your hands began to shake and your body convulsed trying to use what little power you had left before you came hard again, back to back, the overstimulation driving you insane. Then, it went dark.

You blacked out.

You woke up, your thighs sticky and your entire body was sore with pain. The feathers from the pillow were all over the bed and floor. You whimpered as you tried to sit up, but Toji’s firm hands were on your thighs, keeping you laying on your back. You looked between your legs and all you could see was Toji devouring your cunt with no kind of restraint. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp and it only left you weaker than before and Toji chuckled into your pussy.

“Come on now, Doll. Relax. I’m trying to clean up my mess. Be a good girl and stay still for me, okay?”

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Soft white hair styled to look effortless. Smooth skin. A tall, well built frame. A smile that could charm the pitchfork away from the devil. And the bluest fucking eyes you’ve ever seen in your life. 

He slid gracefully into the seat beside you, so close his thigh was touching yours and his expensive cologne was overwhelming. 

“Hi girls,” he said in a cheerful voice, “how are you doing this evening?”

You and your friend awkwardly answered, both of you suddenly feeling shy in his presence. He must have been used to that sort of reaction, because he was able to smoothly keep the conversation going, joking to lighten the mood and get you both to relax. 

He introduced himself as “Satoru”, no family name given, and he acted as if the three of you were long time friends. Within half an hour, you were comfortable enough to talk with him easily. You probably would have told him your darkest secrets if he’d asked. 

The drinks flowed freely, making you more and more bold. Bold enough to ask if he had a girlfriend. He’d laughed and said, “What do you mean? You two are my girlfriends!”

You and your friend laughed and ordered more drinks. He was clearly enjoying his job, perhaps a little too much. At one point when he reached to get a glass from the table, his arm brushed across your chest. At another point, he jokingly asked what your kinks were. When you denied having any, he only grinned and said, “We’ll see.”

What did that mean? 

At the time, you thought you must have been imagining that he was paying you far more attention than your friend. She was prettier than you, in your opinion, and even she was no match for his absurdly good looks. But you chalked it up to this being his job. He’d no doubt flirt with any woman who walked in. 

At the end of the night, you grieved over the huge bill, as well as the fact that you’d never see Satoru again. This was a one time celebration of getting your first paycheck. You’d never be back here.

Not that it mattered. A guy like Satoru flirting with you feels nice, but when it’s his job, it’s no better than an AI chatbot telling you it loves you. It’s fake and ultimately meaningless. 

Three weeks later, you were sitting at your favorite table in the cafe you always stop at after work, sipping a latte. It was a quiet weekday afternoon, not crowded at all, the smell of coffee wafting through the air. The only sound was the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional jingle of the bells tied to the door that led to the street outside. 

You heard the door open, but didn’t look up. People came and went even on slow days, so you didn’t bother looking away from your phone. Only when you heard footsteps and felt the presence of someone standing beside your table did you turn your face to see who the newcomer was. 

To your shock, it was Satoru, smiling down at you, piercing blue eyes looking over his lowered sunglasses. 

“Hey there,” he said casually. “You came to the club a while back, right?”

After picking your jaw up off the floor, you quickly looked around to see who might be hearing this conversation. It was a little embarrassing for everyone to know you went to a Host Club. Thankfully, the cafe was empty of other customers. 

“Uh, yeah, I came in once with my friend,” you told him, still processing the fact that he remembered you. He must’ve entertained tons of women. 

“I thought so! Mind if I sit with you?”

You were almost struck speechless again. There were plenty of empty tables. Why sit with you? It’s not like the two of you knew each other that well. Still, you couldn’t bear the thought of refusing such a gorgeous guy. 

“Sure,” you said, gesturing to the empty seat across the table from you. 

He took it, grinning as he opened the menu and looked it over. “I’ve always wanted to try this place. It’s a pretty funny coincidence that you were here when I decided to come in.”

“Yeah,” you said, taking a drink of your latte to cover your nervousness. 

He looked up at you. “Hey, don’t be all shy again. It took me thirty minutes to get you to loosen up last time.”

You were taken aback by that statement. He remembered not only your face, but details of your visit? Feeling a little flustered, you gave a nervous laugh. “Sorry, I just didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

He pointed at you playfully with a straw. “That’s because you never came back to the club. At least while I was still there.”

“Still there?” you ask. “Did you leave?”

He nodded. “I quit last week. To be honest I only worked there for a couple of months. I just wanted to try it out.”

“You seemed good at it,” you said. 

He grinned. “Does that mean you think I’m charming?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. You got me to buy a lot of drinks,” you quickly added with a laugh. 

He laughed too, then said, “Speaking of drinks, what’s good here?”

You shrugged. “I always just get the caramel latte. It’s a little sweet but it tastes good.”

“Mind if I try it?”

You blinked. He wanted to try your drink? As in, from your cup? Feeling more nervous than ever, you slowly nodded. 

“Thanks,” he said, reaching across to pull your cup over to his side. Then he proceeded to wrap his lips around your straw, where your lips had just been, and take the most sensual drink you’ve ever seen. You had no idea drinking from a straw could be so sexy. 

When he finished, he passed the cup back to you and said, “Hey, why don’t we go out some time?”

And that’s how you began dating Satoru, the gorgeous ex Host. 

He was a good boyfriend, most of the time. He was funny and sweet, protective and supportive. And almost every day he absolutely rearranged your insides. 

It shouldn’t have surprised you that an impossibly hot, tall guy would have a massive cock that he knew exactly what to do with. But somehow he left you gasping every time, clutching the sheets in your balled fists and whimpering incoherently as he railed you into oblivion. 

But there were downsides to dating Satoru, the primary one being his lack of a job after quitting the Host Club. He was perpetually broke, but had expensive tastes. This meant that you had to cover most of your dates. And if you ever complained?

“Well I guess I could go back to work at the club,” he’d say. All innocently. As if he didn’t know the idea of him flirting with women all day drove you mad. 

If you had the nerve to try to cut back a little on his (your) spending, he’d simply pull you into the bedroom, fuck you until your brain was made of jelly, and suddenly you didn’t care about the money. 

One afternoon Satoru decided he wanted to go to a concert being held in the city. Some band you vaguely remember him saying he liked. 

You looked at the clock. “It starts in two hours? There’s no way we could get tickets.”

“Sure we can,” he said confidently. “There’s always scalpers selling them.”

“Scalpers? Aren’t they super expensive?”

He walked over and threw an arm around you. “Come on, babe. It’s my favorite band! You’ll have a great time, I promise.”

“That’s not really the issue…” you started, but his hand slid down between your legs, cutting off your argument before it began. 

“You can wear that short leather skirt I like,” he said as his fingers pushed your panties aside. “In the dark arena, I can play with this pretty pussy while we listen to the music.”

You gasped as his fingers toyed with your clit. Your knees grew weak. “Satoru… now really isn’t the time…”

His lips were at your ear. “Hmm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound you getting so wet.”

“I’m not! I just… you just…”

“It just feels so good, right?” he asked, his fingers now inside you, probing while his thumb circled your clit. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax.”

You couldn’t form any other protests as the pleasure radiated down your legs. He was right. It just felt too good. Even when he picked you up and carried you to the bed, you didn’t resist or argue anymore. 

In the bedroom, he pulled your clothes off quickly, leaving his on. Within minutes he had your face pressed into the mattress, your ass in the air, as he fucked you roughly. 

It was hard to think when he was drilling you with his cock, stirring your guts up. All of a sudden it didn’t matter how much the concert tickets would cost. 

When he was finished, he buttoned his pants and kissed your cheek. “Hurry and get ready or we’ll be late,” he said. 

After dragging yourself out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom to clean up, you dressed in a daze, wearing the skirt he liked with a cute top. 

Outside the concert venue, the two of you walked hand in hand. People stared, probably wondering how the hell you snagged a guy like him. But Satoru never seemed to mind. He’d put his arm around your shoulders, pepper you with kisses, and seemingly show off how happy he was with you. 

Lots of people were milling about, either lined up to get in or standing in little clusters talking. It was a good half hour before sundown, on a warm and balmy evening. 

You scanned the crowd for anyone who looked like a scalper, but wasn’t having much luck. You hoped that standing there looking around wildly would identify you as an idiot who forgot to buy tickets and lure a scalper to you. 

Luckily, a young couple approached you. The man was holding two tickets in his hand. “Do you two need tickets?” he asked. 

Bracing yourself for whatever his price would be, you nodded. 

The man smiled. “Here, take ours. We left our kid with a babysitter and she just called to say he fell off his bike and hurt his ankle. We have to take him to the hospital.”

“Oh, I hope he’s okay,” you said as the man pushed the tickets into your hand. “I can pay you for these.”

“Thanks,” the mother replied. “But we just didn’t want the tickets to go to waste. We’re not looking to sell them. Have a good time!”

With that, the couple hurried off. You turned to Satoru, who was grinning as he said, “We lucked out, huh?”

“Yeah, we sure did.”

Now that you thought about it, things like this happened pretty often. It was like Satoru was so charming, the world simply bent to accommodate him. Of course, no one bent over for him more than you did. 

Three days later, Satoru told you out of the blue that he wanted to go out to eat dinner, and he picked the most expensive restaurant in town. 

“Don’t we need a reservation for a place like that?” you asked, hoping you’d found a reason he couldn’t argue with. 

He was grinning, of course, which was your first sign that the evening was going to go exactly as he wanted. “I just called them,” he said. “They had a cancellation tonight so I snagged it!”

Oh. So he did that without talking to you about it first. You looked up at him from your seat on the couch. “Are you paying?”

He swooped down and sat beside you. “Baby, you know I don’t have a job right now. How could I afford a place like that?”

Filled with sudden irritation, you narrowed your eyes. “You think I can afford it? On my boring office job salary?”

He drew back as if you’d slapped him. “You think I’m just a bum, huh?” he said dramatically. “The only job I was ever any good at was being a Host. I guess I could just go back there.”

With a performative sigh he stood up. You put your hand on his arm to stop him. “Wait. I don’t think you’re a bum,” you told him, angry at yourself for giving in so easily. “I just think we should be more careful with our spending. That’s all.”

You hated that he had this power over you, and you hated that you were so terrified of losing him. You often wondered what would happen if you called his bluff, if you stopped paying for stuff and told him to just go back to the club. But the fear of it actually happening scared you into compliance. 

He sat back down beside you. “Okay, we’ll be careful starting tomorrow. I promise. But tonight, I already got that reservation, so let’s just go, okay?”

“Satoru-“

He leaned over and kissed you, silencing any point you were going to make. His lips engulfed yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. His hands maneuvered you onto your back on the couch and then began pulling up your shirt before sliding under your bra. 

Your hands weakly pushed back against him, even though your body was already getting riled up. “W-wait…”

He paused and pulled back, one hand still on your breast. “What is it?”

You wanted to scream, “You always do this! You’re always distracting me!” But you couldn’t form the words. He was unzipping his jacket, revealing the tight, form fitting T-shirt beneath. With his free hand he pulled the shirt up to show off his toned abs and thin white happy trail. 

You dropped your hands back down. Any desire to resist completely left your mind the moment he lifted that shirt. An unbelievably hot guy wanted to touch you. How could you possibly turn him down?

He leaned down, his soft hair falling over one beautiful blue eye. “Everything alright, baby?”

“Yeah,” you answered, your brain already turning to soup. 

“Then relax and be a good girl for me,”he said, before sliding your pants down your hips and off your legs. By the time he peeled your panties off, you were already pawing at his shirt, desperately wanting it gone. 

He laughed as he pulled the T-shirt over his head, knowing exactly how weak he made you. Then he scooted to the end of the couch, shoved your legs apart, and buried his face in your pussy. 

Satoru had never been a gentle lover. There was always a rough, but urgent and passionate, edge to everything he did. Even the way he ate you out had a primal feel to it. But that’s what made your legs tremble, what made you cry out and arch your back. His lips suctioned you clit, his teeth grazed it, and his tongue damn near hollowed you out. 

You came within seconds, jerking on the couch as you gripped the cushions. When he looked up at you, his face glistened from nose to chin. He licked his lips and wiped his face with the back of his hand before suddenly pushing your knees up to your chest, spreading you widely open, and shoving his entire cock inside you. 

For several seconds, he didn’t move, just sat so deep in your pussy you thought you could see the actual shape of his monster sized dick on the outside of your stomach. You couldn’t even breathe for a moment, before he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in. 

You felt your mind going hazy. What had the two of you been talking about? Something about eating… Ah well. It didn’t matter now. All that mattered in the whole world was the cock wrecking your pussy. 

Your weak and shaky arms wrapped around his neck as your eyes glazed over. “S… Satoruuu…” you whimpered, “soooo deep!”

He grinned. “That’s right, baby. I’m real deep. You’re so cute like this! Going all dumb for me!”

Vaguely, in the back of your mind, you had the thought that you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for days after this. But it didn’t stop you from crying into his shoulder and trying to pull him closer. Tomorrow’s you could deal with the consequences. Today’s you wanted to get absolutely ruined. 

He had you folded in half, your feet sticking up in the air. An obscene squelching sound was all you could hear as he straightened up, causing your arms to slip off his neck and fall uselessly by your sides. From this position, he could look down at you and watch as you came unraveled, could smile smugly as your eyes turned glassy and wet, your mouth slipping open to whine out his name. 

God, he looked so good above you. Hair messy, sweat sliding down his torso, eyes practically glowing with feral lust, big strong hands gripping your legs, holding them up and apart so he could watch his cock disappear into your drenched pussy with each thrust. 

You were so close you could taste it. Satoru could tell, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. He seemed to love watching you cum, the satisfaction clear on his face. He was proud of his ability to fuck you so thoroughly. Was it just his own narcissism? The strokes to his ego? Probably. You couldn’t imagine that he simply enjoyed making you feel good. 

Finally you climaxed, clenching him tightly and grabbing his shoulders with trembling, clinging hands. He fucked you through it, reaching down to rub your head affectionately. “There you go… there’s my little fucked out cutie!”

You barely registered his words. Instead you were zoning out, babbling and whimpering. He continued pounding into you for several more minutes, showing off his stamina, before he plunged all the way in and released. You felt his hot cum shooting out inside you, and that’s the last thing you remembered. 

When you woke up, Satoru was stepping into the room freshly showered. You realized you were lying in your bed with a blanket over you. He must have carried you there from the couch. 

He bent down and kissed your cheek. “Sleeping beauty finally waking up?” he asked. 

You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes. “What time is it?”

He smiled. “Time to get ready. We have an hour before the reservation.”

Oh yeah. You’d almost forgotten about that. Deciding to just go along with him again instead of arguing, you climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. You were sore and bruised, but you felt strangely content. 

Later, when you arrived at the restaurant, Satoru checked in. He kept his arm around you as the two of you followed an employee to your designated table. 

It was fancy, of course. Classy. Lit candles. White tablecloths. Soft lighting and subtle music. You opened the menu and winced at the prices. They were ridiculously exorbitant. 

Satoru paid them no mind. He decided on something high end and then had the nerve to say, “You should go all out and get something good!”

“Actually I thought I’d just get a dessert,” you said, noticing that they were much cheaper than entrees. 

Satoru looked genuinely hurt. “Babe, come on. I won’t be able to enjoy my meal if you’re sitting there with a brownie. Live a little!”

With a dejected sigh you went along with him, like always. You ordered a meal that looked good, ignoring the price. Satoru agreed to sharing a dessert with you later. 

Dinner was fabulous, with delicious food and a rich atmosphere that made you feel like royalty. For a little while, you even forgot about the damage it would all do to your bank account. 

However, reality came crashing back down when it came time to pay. As the waiter laid the check on the table, you pulled a credit card from your clutch bag. 

“Oh, that won’t be necessary, miss.”

You looked up. “Excuse me?”

The waiter smiled pleasantly. “The people who sat at this table before you ‘paid it forward’. Your bill has been covered.”

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. “Is this a joke?”

The waiter shook his head. “Not at all, miss. This happens surprisingly often.”

Somewhat dumbfounded, you still hold out the credit card. “The tip-“

“Is also taken care of,” the waiter said. “Quite generously, I might add.”

After he walked away, you looked across the table at Satoru, who looked like he’d just won a bet. You couldn’t fight the smile spreading over your own face. “What are you, a lucky charm?” you ask him. 

“Maybe,” he says, grinning. “Or maybe you’re the lucky charm.”

“I doubt it. Stuff like this never happened until I met you.”

After returning to your apartment, Satoru went to bed early while you sat on the couch, laptop open, going over some files you wanted to finish for work. You heard a chime that you recognized as being from Satoru’s phone. You felt around in the couch cushions until you found it. 

There, on the lit up Lock Screen, you saw a notification from the restaurant you visited earlier. The message said, “Thank you again for your patronage. We look forward to serving you again in the future!”

It seemed like a strange message. The two of you ate for free, so why would they be thanking Satoru?

Early in your relationship, Satoru told you he didn’t mind if you looked at his phone. He probably only said it because he figured you never would. Snooping just wasn’t your thing. And indeed you’d never even considered looking through it. But now? This message was just too strange. 

And hey, you did technically have permission. 

You tried to open the phone but it needed his passcode. You tried his birthday, but no luck. On a whim, you tried your own birthday. The phone opened. 

Huh. 

Quickly opening the message from the restaurant, you found a whole conversation between Satoru and whoever this man at the restaurant was. In it, you read that Satoru contacted them ahead of time and arranged to pay for everything. 

Oh. 

You scroll down a bit and find a string of messages between Satoru and the “couple” who gave you the concert tickets. They were actually two single acquaintances of his that he hired to pretend to give up their tickets. 

There were several more conversations with people you thought had given you things for free, but Satoru actually paid for them. 

What the hell? Why was he doing this? Nothing made any sense. 

But then you clicked on the message string between him and his best friend Suguru. You scrolled back quickly to find any mention of you. It didn’t take long. 

“Still pretending to be broke?” Suguru had asked. 

Satoru responded with laughing emojis. “Yep!”

“You’re gonna get dumped.”

“Nah. She’s crazy about me.”

“Not after she finds out the truth.”

“That I’ve been paying for almost everything? Why would she be mad about that?”

“Because you’re lying?”

“I can’t help it,” Satoru texted back. “She’s just so cute when she gets all flustered and upset. Besides, it’s fun to see just how much I can get her to agree to spend on me. The thrill is in the challenge!”

“You’re the worst.”

“Hey, as soon as I’m done playing this game I’ll come clean. Then I’ll spoil her rotten to make up for it! And anyway I make sure my baby is fully satisfied. Trust me.”

You very nearly threw the phone across the room from sheer embarrassment. But you were also angry. How dare he! He’d been lying to you all along! And all for some sick mind game! 

But after taking a few deep breaths and calming down, you reread some of the messages and thought harder about the situation. Sure, Satoru was lying, but there didn’t seem to be any malice behind the lies. And he actually was paying for all kinds of things for you. 

The longer you thought about it, the less angry you were. You picked up his phone and deleted the most recent message from the restaurant, so he wouldn’t notice a message that had already been opened. You decided this would be your little secret. You could still pretend to complain about his spending before eventually giving in. 

After all, you got the best fucking of your life when Satoru was trying to convince you to pay for something. Why ruin a good thing? 

Not many people used lawyers anymore, but there was always a need for milk whenever possible.

You could tell it was stressing him out. Even if the two of you don't speak to one another, you could see the bags under his eyes growing bigger with each day spent pondering why his life had to flip like this.

He was always so focused on his work, and with this change in life, he barely paid you any mind.

You were only the doorwoman, making sure no doppelganger got into the building. He would only say hello and answer your questions the correct amount, without revealing too much before leaving, barely making conversation and giving the smallest smile ever.

That didn't stop your growing crush on him. Higuruma was strong-minded; you always loved the sense of justice he had whenever you overheard him speaking to other flatmates about the global situation. He was always polite, and from what you could gather from all the mail that was left in the room for him to collect, quite charitable and extremely lonely.

You would do anything to cure that loneliness. You'd get distracted sometimes, using checking his ID as an excuse to check him out. Going from his slanted, sleepy eyes that continuously made you imagine them rolling back as he came, to his hooked nose that you had imagined riding way too many times to count, or his broad shoulders that constantly reminded you how much bigger he was compared to you. You would oogle at his lips and imagine making out with him, or what shapes his mouth makes when he groans or whimpers, something you constantly wondered as well.

You were enamoured by him, and spent most days, like now, looking forward to that 4 minute interaction where you could examine his body from head to toe.

You sat in your box of an office, staring through the small window that allowed you to look out into the corridor. You'd glance for seconds at a time at your newest book, fearing a doppelganger might get past you if you paid no mind and decided to read. That scenario was stressing you out as you continued to bore yourself by staring at the clock, counting down to curfew.

The front door opened, and the noise made you perk up, hoping it was your milkman coming back from doing whatever he did after delivering milk in the morning.

Your smile widened, wanting to greet him, but you grew disappointed when it was Shoko, your smile stayed. You enjoyed her presence.

" hey!" You greeted.

" Afternoon Y/n," she smiled back, hers smaller than yours, as she slid her ID into your slot along with her entry request. " seen your milkman today?" She smirks at you, despite your best efforts to be discreet; she always notices your not-so-innocent staring whenever you have an apartment meeting.

"No," you mumbled, trying to be professional by ignoring her teasing, "and he's not mine," you checked everything. Shoko was very efficient with her paperwork. Her ID was always done well, her entry form always said the same thing, and quite frankly, you weren't in the mood for a conversation, so you let her straight in.

She sighed but left. You finally relaxed in your chair. Another person walked in, and you took a minute to compose yourself, placing your head in your hands as you took a deep breath

" Are you ok?" A familiar voice asked. You straightened up in your chair immediately.

" Hmm?" You asked, not hearing what he said. Your eyes flicked to the security window, and the first thing that caught you off guard was how close Higuruma was to the glass, looking down at you in your chair with the deadliest look in his tired eyes.

Fuck

You look down at your hands, them fidgeting on the table and becoming the most interesting thing you'd seen.

" Are you alright?" He asks again, you don't notice the fact you hadn't seen an entry request or his ID.

You nod, stopping yourself from staring. You felt like a total pervert, shamelessly wanting to jump his bones because of the way he peered through the glass.

"I-im good," you mumbled, your eyes glancing at your checklist and remembering what your job was.

" Come on Y/n, let me in, I've got to take a leak,"

Hiromi had never called you by your first name before and he'd never use slang like 'take a leak', but you were too taken aback by the way it seemed like he was checking you out to notice.

You became flustered, watching him lick his lips as his eyes lingered on yours.

" yeh I've just got to check your papers,"

He sighs long and deep, rolling his eyes before giving me a knowing smirk.

" Me, give you papers?" He questions as he digs through his pockets looking for his ID and entry request. " I thought we were closer than that, you stare enough to know whether or not it's me."

You gasp when he says that, and he chuckles, sliding the entry request under the window.

" What you thought I didn't know how bad you wanna fuck me, it's cool."

You want to say something, deny it or defend yourself, convince him you aren't as perverted as he's making you sound, but you know it's all true.

He looks at your bewildered face and is slow to stop the thought boiling over in your head.

" I mean it, it's cool," he gets close to the window, his hot breath steaming the glass as he begins speaking, " I like it," He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. However you're so overwhelmed by this conversation, you don't even realise.

"Really?" You question, your fingers flying to your mouth as you begin to chew your index.

"Yeh, i think about you all the time, it drives me crazy,"

" Oh gosh," You fan yourself. Knowing Hiromi was keen on you made your heart feel like it was bursting out of your chest.

" I'll always look through the window from outside and stare wondering how it'd feel to have your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, shutting you up perfectly so you wouldn't go on about other people and only think of me..."

He continued the things he said, becoming more and more depraved, making your heart race a mile a minute. You can't take it. You try acting professional, picking up his entry request, and reading over the words no matter how much your fingers were shaking.

'Hello I'm a tenant in this building, I come from my job as a lawyer'

Hiromi quit being a lawyer months ago.

You shared eye contact with the man in front of you trying to forget how hot it made you feel hearing lewd things in the voice of the man you lusted after, and stared. Almost on cue his pupil slipped from black to white and back again. If you weren't looking specifically for that change you wouldn't have noticed. Now that you had the confirmation that this was a doppelganger, you could alert the DDD.

The fake noticed your eyes dart to the telephone, his expression changing as he allowed his pupils to go white as if to scare you into not getting him exterminated.

" Hey don't do that, it's me. Am I not allowed to be forward with an attractive woman?"

You continue to press the button, you couldn't just sit and listen to his pleas because you know if you allowed him to speak any longer, you would've allowed him, doppelganger or not, to fuck you silly in the office.

The doppelganger was taken care of quickly, which was a positive. The negative regard for your evening was a conversation held afterwards, in which a tenant of the building, the ever-so-annoying Ryomen Sukuna, declared he would be suing you for reasons you didn't understand.

He used so many confusing terms, you just sat there as he berated you and yelled at you before ending it with 'stupid woman'.

Hiromi came in straight after that. You were so tired and exhausted by the fake Hiromi and Sukunua's contempt, you didn't even have it in you to greet him the way you usually did.

Your head lay on the table, tears forming in your eyes. Sure Sukuna lived in the same building as you, but he was anciently rich. He could draw out a lawsuit, but you however, couldn't afford a consultation with a lawyer.

Hiromi looked through the glass as your shoulders shook, his fists clenching and relaxing as he tried to figure out how to ask if you were alright. He decided to ignore all emotion and slide his documents under the window, to remind you that you were on the job.

You looked up after hearing the rustling of paper, biting your lip to hold in wails and sniffling lightly. Hiromi swore he wasn't into seeing women cry, but you, you had a way of making his stomach twist in arousal with a pathetically erotic face.

He should've let you process him and leave like always, but the way you looked so fucking pitiful had him planted to the floor.

" Mr Higuruma?" You ask as you watch his blank expression, his milkman uniform crisp and as clean as the day he got it. His eyes were shadowed from the cap fitted on his head. He was so fucking attractive, you're so embarrassed he was watching you cry. You were even more embarrassed when you cleared him, and he was still staring at you.

" W-why are you crying?" He pushes out. It was the hardest sentence he'd ever had to say, even worse than apologising to innocent clients found guilty.

" you don't wanna know all that," you mumbled a polite smile on your face as you tried to gently push him away.

" no I do, we're meant to look after and check up on each other, it is the most human thing we can do," he forced a smile, trying to focus on the fact you were upset and not how flushed your face looked when you were sad.

" if you must know, Mr Sukuna wants to sue me and I have no money to afford a lawyer, I couldn't even understand what he wanted from me he was using all these terms that I couldn't understand and yelling at me, I'm just really overwhelmed by it all, he's always so horrible to me," you teared up again as you spoke, lip and hands trembling as you thought of how terrifying that man was. Your life was gonna be over.

Hiromi felt a smile tug on his lips, an idea that would help him and you formed in his mind. He would feel like his career was back on track, bringing justice as well as impressing you, and you would feel lighter with your Sukuna troubles gone.

" I can help."

" oh I couldn't possibly force you to-"

" you wouldn't be forcing me, in fact I'll do it free of charge. You are a friend after all,"

A friend. He thought of you as a friend. That was so much better than anything you imagined.

You slowly nod your head accepting his offer.

" Can I have today's recording please, just to listen back to what he said to you?"

You picked up the tape in the corner and gave it to him, before replacing it with a new one. Conversations had to be recorded in case the D.D.D wants to investigate the intelligence of doppelganger.

" Thank you so much Mr Higuruma," you say feeling lighter already.

" Youre welcome L/n"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been an hour.

One hour since you realised what you gave Hiromi contained the conversation between you and Doppelganger Hiromi.

You'd been counting down the hours until curfew, biting your lip in anticipation. You were to scared to call his apartment and ask him for it back. You couldn't leave your station, until one more person, the always late Choso Kamo got to the building. Your legs bounced impatiently, he never spoke too long but you knew when he got here you could run upstairs and say the lines you practiced to Hiromi.

' I'm so sorry about what was said on the tape, only said those things cause I realised it was a doppelganger and didn't want to anger it so much it broke the glass and killed me' . Then you would whisk the tape away, ask him to chat to Sukuna for you instead of having a legal battle, and he can go back to delivering milk while you spend my days wasting by the door.

Nerves crawled through your body when Choso came through the door. The anticipation melted into fear. You were quick with Choso. Making sure it was him, letting him through before putting the entrance of the building into lockdown and clocking out.

You took your sweet time on the steps, trudging slowly a weight dragging on your shoulders as you walked. You reminded yourself what you were going to say, mentioning the doppelganger hurting you, let's hope he didn't hear the way your breathes changed at his words imaging yourself looking into his dark eyes as he thrust his cock into your mouth.

You stopped on the stairs taking a minute to yourself, you index went into your mouth nervously chewing on the finger.

The doppelganger would've killed me if I didn't play along

The doppelganger would've killed me if I didn't play along

The doppelganger wouldn't have fucked me if I didn't play along

The doppelganger could've fucked me cause I played along

I played along cause I wanted the doppelganger to fuck me

You slapped your face. You couldn't get distracted now. Definitely not because the doppelganger was so forward with what he wanted to do, while sharing the face and voice of your beloved. It was too much mind-flickery.

"Come on y/n get to his floor and knock on his door, you perv!" you screamed to yourself. Adrenaline rushed through you, forcing you to sprint up the stairs and pound on his door. You stared at your hand like it betrayed you when you realised what you had done. You were prepared to run away, but the door opened as soon as you began to spin around.

" L/n" a calm Hiromi greeted as he opened the door. He moved to the side and invited you in. His face told you nothing. He held his emotions so well. "What have you come to see me for?"

It was dark in the apartment, the floor to ceiling windows which your flat didn't have stunned you as you looked at through the tempered glass at the lovely sky. It was gorgeous, perhaps you would've stared for longer if you didn't have something to say.

"The doppelganger played you to not get killed!"

Wait that wasn't right.

You got mad at yourself of course, that was what doppelgangers do.

" The tape, the conversation with me and the doppelganger."

" the one were you say you're sweet on me,"

" mhm," your face scrunches up like you'd cry," I only said those things so it wouldn't get upset and hurt me.

" I don't believe you, I know you like me,"

You were going to open your mouth again before you were interrupted by Hiromi

" Is that all?" He muttered, his lack of interest deflating any bit of hope you had that he reciprocated your feelings and was perhaps unintentionally leading you on. " I get it,"

He pulled the bow tie from his neck roughly, his top button going loose before the rest.

"Are you aware how much you frustrate me?" He questions, his face still devoid of any emotion other than being tired and overworked, him rolling his tense neck to get rid of his growing irritation.

You shake your head, you didn't think you annoyed him, you always tried your hardest to not bother him more than being friendly. You scrunch you brows and bite your lip. You're so scared of the type of rejection he's going to give you, you feel like dying.

He gives a mocking laugh at your reaction. Could you really be so ignorant? Every day he had to speak to you through that small window and ignore the way you squeezed your legs together, or the way you'd bite your lips as you 'make sure he matches his ID'.

All your stupid eye fucking tortured him with pathetically sleepless nights, stroking his cock to the shape of your lips like he was a teen again.

You unintentionally embarrassed him daily, causing his constant sleepy appearance and draining the energy needed to deliver milk.

" I really don't know what you mean. I barely talk to you, I do my job, and I do it well, I haven't got anyone killed, I didn't want to offend you in any way, I don't want you seeing me as a nuisance, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, it won't happen again." You rambled while standing up to leave the room.

Despite Hiromi's tired state, he became alert when you wanted to leave.

" L/n wait," you stop in your tracks. He leads you to the couch where the tape is stopped with pieces of paper holding time stamps on top of it.

Hiromi picks one of the timestamps up and rewinds the tape recorder to that time. The record scratches before the sound comes into focus. You then hear his voice and you realise what he's showing you.

You begin to shake your head, hands leaving your knees as you begin to stand up and run away. Hiromi stands up from the tapeplayer and pushes you back on the couch, his eyes holding authority while his fingers go to his lips to sustape playerh you.

" Listen," he says before sitting next to you.

'" What you thought I didn't know how bad you wanna fuck me, it's cool."'

You're about to cry, what sort of torture was this. He leans downward to pause the tape before sitting up and looking back at you.

" Y/n how bad do you want to fuck me?" He questions. You look away from him a protest about to fall from your lips as you begin shaking your head. Why was he trying to humiliate you, what sort of person does this?

His hand comes to your face grabbing you by your jaw so your looking at him.

" Youre a big girl, you should know that refusing eye contact is considered rude."

You couldn't believe the audacity of what he'd just said to you, and yet. You found yourself desperate to please him by listening to him and holding eye contact no matter how uncomfortable this conversation made you.

" better. I'll repeat the question for you. Do you think about fucking me?"

You stay quiet for a second, about to look away in embarrassment but remembering his words you stayed looking at him just to impress him. You couldn't help but bite your lip barely nodding.

" sorry, I can't her you, use your words,"

" Yes I do Mr Hiromi."

" So much better," his hand leaves your jaw, now sure that you'll keep a high standard of manners around him. " and how long would you say you've wanted to fuck me,"

You want to grimace at the question, you don't want to mention it being since he moved in but something within you felt like he'd be so disappointed in you if he knew you were lying.

" Two weeks after you moved in, Sir."

Hiromi smiled when you addressed him like that, addressed him correctly. You were such a quick and cute little learner.

" would you say you touch yourself thinking of me?"

Your brow furrowed, fingers twitching, index about to go into your mouth to be chewed on, but you stopped it halfway, noticing Hiromi's disapproving look. You hid your nerves, still chewing your lip, but finding it within yourself to answer the questions your mind swore he was forcing you to answer.

" Yes sir,"

He hummed, leaning over to let the audio continue playing. You hear the doppleganger begin his long list of depraved things he wants to do to you.

Hiromi pauses it once the D.D.D gets his doppleganger and his eyes are back on yours again. You act correctly this time, like you're trying to pass a test of getting judged by a jury, your eye contact sharp, hiding your nervousness by biting your lip, your answers as polite and truthful as possible.

" He says 'pretty mouth wrapped around my cock', yet that sentence wasn't the one that made you realise it was me, was it?"

" No Mr Hiromi," your hands are sweaty and you wipe then in the front of your dress.

" Don't you think of me doing that when you touch yourself?" He asks the questions, yet now his eyes are off you, which you think is hypocritical, but he wouldn't have the same rules as you. He is your superior after all. " Is that why him saying that didn't shock you?"

He stands up while he wants for your answer, walking around to stand behind you.

" Yes,"

" Yes what?"

" Yes Sir,"

" Good girl,"

His hands are on you around your jaw and neck, tilting your head upwards gently to look him in the eye. One hand stays on your jaw while the second slides down towards your chest. He doesn't grope one of your breasts; he keeps going until he gets to your waist, sliding his hands around it. You're shocked by the pure intimacy leaking from him, shocked he would even give you the time of day. Happy that he's so impressed by your pathetic display of manners that he's even considering touching you.

" where would you touch yourself,"

You point between your legs, never one for vulgar language, they called you a prude throughout school despite your perverse thoughts.

He kissed his teeth, shaking his head as the hand next to your waist slides down to your hip and sharply slaps the flesh of it. You gasped loudly, never being spanked before and never knowing it keep be such an exhilarating feeling.

" I like to hear words,"

" Yes, of course," you nod, you just can't find the words, you've never said anything like this aloud before, and it was harder to think with his threatening hand on your hip and deadly sleep-deprived eyes demanding obedience.

" I..." you trail off, not remembering how to say what you're meant to say, " I um- I..." you take a deep breath, remembering it's not a big deal. " I touch between my legs,"

" Your pussy?"

" My clit" you correct letting the word roll of your tongue.

" wanna be a good girl and show me,"

You look at him properly, not just the dazed look you've shared with him, and properly looks like he wanted to see all of you. And of course, you were going to obey, you liked him, you wanted to impress him, you didn't want him to be disappointed in you.

" Yes sir,"

He lets go of your jaw, watching as you pull your dress over your head, leaving you in your pantyhose, panties and bra. He looks at you, waiting for you to continue. The look in his eyes is unwavering, but you notice now. You notice the cock chubbed up in his work trousers being blatantly ignored while it stood for attention, your attention, and you must've been doing something right if Hiromi's dick wanted you so bad.

You remove your bralette, letting it drop to the floor, he still doesn't react. It's not until you remove your panties and pantyhose that you get some sort of reaction from him.

He noticed the wetness in your underwear straight away, and the string connecting you and your underwear as you removed it proved a point. He couldn't help but put his fist in his mouth to stop an audible groan from leaving his mouth.

You stood waiting for his instruction; you'd shown him yourself, where did he want you? What did he want to do with you? You were waiting in anticipation.

" Lay on the floor and spread your legs holding onto your knees,"

You do as told, staring at him like he'd placed the stars as he walked back around the couch to look at you.

You were such a pretty little thing. So pathetic and lonely, always waiting and watching him all for this stupid moment. He should fuck and dump you for giving him such taboo looks, but the same look you were giving him right now had him wanting to keep you for himself.

He was a fucking mess.

He kneeled on the floor, his fingers parting your pussy as you bit your lips to cover up the sound. You were sensitive, you hadn't had sex since a drunk night at prom, meaning it had been years, you wanted him to fuck you stupid, to shove his fingers in your mouth while fingering you and calling you his dirty girl. You wanted him to call you stupid while spanking you. You wanted him to force his cock into your throat while spitting on you as punishment.

You got none of that as he lay himself on the ground as well, his face inches from your pussy as he greedily dug in immediately.

You couldn't help but find the way he was eating you out so gross. His mouth drooling, wide open all over your cunt. His saliva mixes with your juices. His whole face was covered in you, and you couldn't help but cringe whenever your pussy made slick noises every time his tongue pressed against it.

Who were you kidding?! You were begging for this. Your toes curling and back arching of the bed every time the bridge of his nose rubbed against your clit. You were pathetically crying and shuddering like you hadn't been touched there while he ate you out like a starved dog.

Your hand clutched the carpet tightly, your clit twitching when Hiromi stopped just to glance down at how messy you were being all over his floor. His large fingers spread your lips, his thumb brushed over your clit as your whole body twitched at the direct attention.

" you're so stupid for keeping this away from me for so long," he vents, droopy eyes glancing at your wet ones with genuine disappointment.

You shuddered when you felt him degrade you by spitting in your pussy, before his face was in between your folds again.

You practically doubled over, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. His tongue moves quickly over your clit. His large palms gripped your thighs tightly, keeping them apart as you tried to push him away. Despite the constant twitching in your body, your fingers still combed softly through his hair, subconsciously getting him on to build up the best orgasm from the best head you ever received in your life.

Not like he needed to be coaxed, your non-stop whining and the endless dripping from your cunt were enough to tell him you were being forced to be there.

His cock was twitching in his pants from tasting you. He hated how pathetic you made him feel. He hated how addicted he was to the sweet umami taste of your cunt.

" uhh Mr Higuruma!" Your voice gets higher as the feeling overwhelmed you, "I'm gonna cum," you whine, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, tears pearling from your eyes as you chase this euphoric high you'd never felt before.

His palm hits your ass, before pushing your legs further apart. His mouth leaves open kisses on your entrance while his bridged nose continues to nudge your clit.

You melt at the feeling, finishing in tears and squirting on his face.

Hiromi continues humping the floor, a growing arousal taking over his body as you absolutely wreck yourself and his carpet.

He leaves a peck on your lips before lying on his forearms. A small smirk plays on his lips as he watches you heave, coming down from your high.

" Good?" He asks with a playful smile still on his face.

You're aspirated but force yourself to nod, trying your best to smile back, ignoring the embarrassment brewing in you from seeing your fluids drenching his face.

" Words,"

" Yes it was more than good,"

" Hmm, you must ask before you finsih," he scolds, two fingers striking your clit causing you to jolts and mewl. His hands comb through his hair as he thinks, "What's the next thing he said we should do?"

Your brows furrow at his question.

" Forgive my memory, I wanted to get this accurate, it's just I've just 'wondered how it's feel to have your lips around my cock'."

Wish I had the brain capacity to write some p in v but exams are taking me out