Marvel Simp

“tsk, i told you i won’t take up any more missions t’night,” the white-haired man rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh. “. . .don’t caaaare. someone else can deal with that. send ino or somethin’.”

by the tone that your boyfriend is using, you can guess it’s ichiji he’s talking with. poor guy.

your eyes flicker up to satoru’s face and you can’t deny the fact that your heart skipped a beat when you notice that he was already looking down at you. you flutter your lashes out of embarrassment and look the other way. his long fingers find your chin and gently pull your gaze back to his.

“mmhm. but i told ya i’d be busy,” satoru continues his conversation nonchalantly, but his thoughts are elsewhere. on you.

his thumb presses down on your lower lip, tracing the form idly. something between your legs flutters at the sensual but casual way he’s checking you out.

you didn’t even notice that your hand accidentally brushed against the waistband of satoru’s sweatpants until he lets out a quiet hiss. too close; your hand got too close to his crotch.

to his already half-hard cock.

your heart is hammering in your chest as you glance up at satoru again, his cheeks now slightly dusted with a faint pink that he covers up with his free hand, acting like he’s rubbing his face.

you can’t help it. that small reaction did things to you that you can’t explain. you just need more of it.

so, your fingers slowly trail down satoru’s abs and back down to his crotch. this time you let your fingertips trace the outline of the prominent bulge.

“yea, yea, i’m listenin’, just—“ your boyfriend nearly chokes on his spit once he feels you teasing him directly through his pants. his hips buck slightly and he bites his lip to catch the grunt nearly escaping his throat.

“f—yeah, no. i don’t care what they have to say about it,” satoru continues, his voice more strained than before. his fingers curl around your wrist and tightly grip it to prevent you from doing anything else.

you try to act innocent, even as your fingers continue their path up and down the outline of his dick. a sneaky grin tugs at the corners of your lips. you’re enjoying this more than you should.

satoru’s jaw clenches, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he struggles to keep his focus on the call despite your teasing distractions. his blue eyes glint with a warning; do not.

emboldened by his non-verbal response, you lean in closer and your breasts press against his arm. his biceps twitch and his hand tightens on your wrist, almost painfully so.

but then you do something that makes him lose all control. your hand boldly cups the prominent outline of his cock, giving it a squeeze that has his hips bucking up instinctively.

“fuckk—figure it out y’rself,” satoru inhales sharply, his voice cracking slightly as he rushes to end the call.

the moment the call ends, satoru throws the phone across before it lands on the cushion of an armchair. he doesn’t waste a second in hauling you up into his lap fully, making you straddle his lap. he shamelessly makes you sit your ass right on top of his clothed dick.

“y’re unbelievable. can’t let your man take a call in peace, hm?” satoru breathes out, but there’s an underlying tension in his tone that tells you he’s holding back. holding back from not ravaging you right then and there.

“sorrryy, you just looked really good,” you giggle, almost nervously so, before grinding down against his erection even more.

you gain a sharp inhale from your boyfriend and his large hands immediately settle on your ass, squeezing the flesh there in attempt to keep himself grounded.

satoru smirks, that usual signature grin, but this time it’s much more. . . shaky. unstable.

“yeah?” he breathes as he leans in to press a trail of sloppy kisses down your throat. he can’t help but lick a stripe down your collarbone, biting down on your skin with a huff, “well—you signed up for whatever comes after this, princess.”

with that, satoru turns you both around. your world tilts and your back softly hits the cushions of the couch. he looms over you, settling between your spread thighs.

your lover runs a hand through his hair, pushing the white locks back from his eyes. he uses his other hand to cup the back of one of your thighs, pushing the same leg up to rest at his hip. he lets it rest there, slightly hooked around his waist.

with a lick to his glossy lips, satoru leans down to your face. he breathes your smell in, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he kisses your jaw. acting sweet and caring one last time—

“y’know our safe word, right?”

you swallow thickly at those words that left your man’s voice in such a sexy, sultry tone. you can feel your pussy fluttering at the passionate promise behind that sentence.

“y-yes. strawberry,” you answer him with, a small stutter to your voice.

satoru hums in satisfaction. both at the fact that you managed to answer him correctly and that your little act of confidence had dropped. that’s how he likes you—shy and submissive.

“atta girl,” he purrs before his slender fingers trail up your thighs, brushing against the waistbands of your pajama pants. his lips are an inch away from yours, but he doesn’t kiss you just yet, “brace y’rself then.”

satoru’s hand lingers around your inner thighs before slowly cupping your cunt through your cotton pants. “ah—!” you let out a small moan at the contact of his warm palm pressing down, covering the entirety of your pussy.

with every tiny sound you make, satoru grows bolder, but not enough to make him actually start touching you. he keeps his motions slow, maddeningly so.

“does it feel good?” he coos as he grinds his palm ever so slowly against your clit, knowing that was the spot with the way your entire body flinches. “mhmmm,” he adds in a low and long groan, moving his wrist in circles to add that pleasure to your bundle of nerves.

your boyfriend doesn’t make any move to undress you or even take your pants off to properly touch you. no, it’s all apart of his revenge game.

teasing you until you almost find the peak of your pleasure before pulling back in time and repeating the cycle.

you whine, almost frustratingly so. you try to find your orgasm by grinding your sex up against his palm, but your lover notices and lets up. “aht, aht,” he tuts and pulls his hand back.

you let out an almost annoyed yet emotional noise, “‘toru! pleaseee, am sorry, ‘kay?” you hurriedly apologise for your bratty actions during his business call, knowing that is exactly why he is edging you.

satoru just chuckles and his hand gently pats your clothed cunt, grazing it with his knuckles like he was stroking something delicate. “you’re sorry?” he repeats in a low murmur, letting the pad of his fingertip run right over your slit. the material of your pants easily molds to his touch and it slightly slips between your pussy lips, defining your mound.

“fnngh—yes, am sorry for teasing you,” you gasp and your thighs instinctively clamp around his hand, feeling your juices soak through the thin lace of your panties and drench the crotch of your pants. you’re so close; those slow touches are gonna be the death of you.

satoru’s eyes never leave the apex of your thighs. he nudges your limbs apart and takes away his hand. when you whine impatiently again and try to buck your hips up against his, he frowns.

“you might be sorry, but she isn’t,” he scoffs lightly before a sudden slap to your wet pussy makes you jolt in place. the sparks of pleasure shoot through your body, making you see stars behind your eyes. that slap hit your clit head on, causing your sex to pulse.

satoru sighs in mocking disappointment. “see? don’t think she’s sorry enough,” he mumbles before soothing your cunt by rubbing it gently again.

he feels the damp patch growing there and he barely manages to hold back a groan, “shamelessly drippin’ through your pants ‘n all. . . poor girl.”

you can’t help it. the way your boyfriend is talking to you, the way he's looking at you with nothing but lust, the way he's teasing you—you're going insane. your body is screaming at you to find some relief. at this point you’re going to embarrassingly squirt all in your pants.

“not fair,” you whisper between muffled whines. you are bold enough to try and sneak a hand beneath your panties, wanting to get yourself off if your lover wasn’t going to do it for you.

once satoru notices your feeble attempt, he lightly smacks your hand away with a dissapproving click of his tongue. “impatient little girl,” the older man sighs before pinning your wrists above your head. his other hand tugs your pants down your legs, “hips up.”

you eagerly do as told, happy to do so, thinking satoru will finally give you what you have been wanting—needing. although you should have known better. should have known that his pettiness knows no bounds.

satoru’s eyes darken once he sees the lace of your panties. the wet material clings to your pussy, only emphasizing your neediness. with a quick glance up at your adorable expression, he lowers his head right between your legs.

he doesn’t do a thing for now—just lets his breath puff against your pretty panty-clad cunt. it’s enough to get you writhing beneath him, your hands easily finding his hair, fingers twisting the white locks until his scalp aches.

“please, ‘toru, please,” you can only beg in a breathy voice, trying your best to keep it together. your lover only grins up at you, enjoying the humiliation on your face. the absolute desperation to get off.

satoru presses a feather light kiss to the top of your cunt. “please what? i have no idea what y're begging for,” he mocks you with a pout before pressing another kiss to your slit. he sneakingly darts his tongue out to taste your juices through the cloth, groaning at the wetness he finds.

you’re so soaked it’s making his dick ache in his sweatpants.

you huff and puff, almost on the verge of tears. that is exactly what satoru is aiming for; to see you all teary-eyed and begging him for forgiveness just so you can cum.

“please—please fuck me— anything! please i just wanna cum,” you cry out because of how achingly desperate you are. your pussy is screaming for attention and you don't care in what form. it just needs any kind of stimulation.

satoru hums. that is exactly what he wishes to hear. “don’t cry, baby. i promise i’ll give it to you soon,” he murmurs and nuzzles his nose between your covered pussy lips. your back arches off the couch from that simple form of contact, making you shiver and grab onto his hair tightly.

satoru takes a deep sniff and lets it out through a shaky breath, a moan escaping his throat simultaneously. denying your pleasure means denying himself any as well. “fuck,” he hisses.

he needs you just as much as you need him, he realises.

with an impatient tug, satoru tears your panties off, carelessly throwing them to the floor. he spreads your thighs properly to expose your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. the pink insides are glistening with your juices—a sight that would send any man into a frenzy.

“awwhh, look at this pretty pussy—she’s been so wet and ready f’ me,” he purrs lowly and runs a long finger along your puffy slit. he watches the lips part slightly to give him way, an hypnotising sight that nearly has him drooling. “bet you wanna cum so badly, don’tcha? wanna cream all over my fingers?”

“yes, yes, yes—oh, fuck!” you nod eagerly and a high pitched moan leaves your lips before you can stop it. that is the relief you need—that magnetic touch of his that overloads all of your senses. the only thing you can focus on is those fingers stimulating your bare cunt. “fuck me—yes, right there!”

“heh, my baby has such a potty mouth. . . right here, hm?” satoru coos and circles your clit faster with the blunt tip of his finger, applying just enough pressure to make your hips buck up off the couch again. judging by the way you’re keening and your moans that only get louder, he can easily guess that you’re almost at your limit.

“ah-ah-ah, none of that now,” he chides and presses his thumb down hard on your sensitive nub. it doesn’t help your case—he just wants to see you struggle on the edge of ectasy before he pulls away. “you don't get to cum until i say so, remember?”

in contradiction to his words, he slips a finger inside your tight cunt, pumping it slowly as he rubs your clit. satoru’s other hand slides up your body, palming your breasts roughly as he pinches and tugs at your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“mhm yeaah, i love seein’ you like this,” he groans, scissoring his slender fingers inside you. he’s stretching you out, pushing your boundaries to see if you'll cum or if you’ll hold it obediently as he commanded. “so desperate for my touch. . . for me to fill this hungry little pussy.”

satoru then curls his fingers just right. his digits press against that spot inside you that make your eyes roll back in your head. he rubs your clit harder, the rough friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. “thaaat's it, baby. let me feel ya struggle,” he pants, half lidded eyes watching his fingers disappear into your pussy over and over.

your lover fingers you hard and fast, his thumb grinding against your clit as he pumps two, then three fingers in and out of your spasming hole. your inner walls clench and flutter around the invading digits to try and suck them in deeper.

“wanna cum! wanna cu-cuhmmm, please,” you sob and trash around beneath him. you want to just let go—to listen to your body and let it feel the overflowing pleasure. though you also don’t want to know what kind of punishment awaits if you do.

satoru’s breath hitches as he feels your body start to tense, your legs shaking with the force of your impending orgasm. “don’t you dare cum,” he groans before immediately pulling his fingers out of your dripping cunt. it leaves you gaping, hole clenching around nothing as if it’s missing the way it was filled a moment ago.

he brings his fingers to his mouth and makes a show of sucking your essence off his skin. his pink tongue swirls around the two digits, keeping lewd eye contact with you as he slurps it up loudly. the tease.

“shit, she tastes so good,” the older man sighs, closing his eyes for a second to savor the taste of you. of that pussy of yours that he worships. he opens his eyes again with a smirk on his face, his lips shining with your translucent juices, “too bad you don’t get to cu—”

satoru doesn’t finish his sentence once his gaze locks in with your cunt again. your body is trembling, with afterschocks, and a new wave of cum gushes down your pussy lips. your body is arched in a way that can only hurt—your eyes rolled back and your lips parted in a silent scream.

his eyes narrow, “hm.”

you’re too lost in the pleasure of your sudden orgasm to realise the shift in the air. your toes are curled and your legs are shaking uncontrollably. you’re overwhelmed—you couldn’t have denied yourself any more.

once you finally notice the way satoru’s eyes had darkened, it was too late. “mmh, ‘toru—no, wait!” you squeal as he lowers his head in the speed of light, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he lifts your hips up to his face.

he doesn’t wait a second before eating you out like a man starved. his tongue laps at your dripping cunt, swallowing every drop of your ambrosia. he doesn’t speak another word, but you can guess that he’s been trying to hold himself back for a while and just kind of. . . let go right then and there.

“wait! oh my god—too muchhh,” you mewl and keen, your body trying to get away from his skilled mouth eating you out with gusto. he is shameless about it—loudly slurping and suckling on your clit and cunt, tongue diving between your sloppy lips.

it’s a punishment in a way, for not listening to him. for cumming without permission. the overstimulation made you genuinely feel like your pussy was melting, no, on its way to explosion.

another orgasm.

it was too much. you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest at this point. “so muchh, gonna cum ‘gain, please stop—”

satoru’s eyes flicked up at your plea, taking his mouth off your pussy for a second. seeing you whine when you lose contact with his hot mouth confirms that you actually don’t want him to stop. you need him to continue.

to make you lose whatever is left of your sanity.

“cummin’ without permission then expectin’ me to go easy on you. . . tsk tsk,” his voice is rough and muffled as he dives in again, his mouth suckling around your clit, tongue flicking out to rub the little bundle of nerves.

you’re not the only one who’s losing it. satoru’s cock is leaking so much pre-cum it’s starting to stain his boxers. eating you out and hearing your lewd moans and pleas is getting him off. it’s all he needs to cum right in his pants.

“fuckk, y’re gonna make me cum. this little cunt tastes like heaven,” he breathes heavily as his tongue laps up the beginning of your second orgasm. his hands keep your hips as still as they could, keeping your pussy pressed right up into his face.

you cry out in pleasure once his tongue plunges into your cunt, circling around in there while the tip of his nose bumps onto your clitoris with each drag. “‘toru—nghhh!” your jaw goes slack and your eyes roll back again as your second climax washes over you.

your boyfriend groans low against your folds, the vibrations adding to your overwhelming ecstasy. your nails are digging into his scalp at this point, holding his head right where it is.

satoru can feel your cunt clench and spasm around his invading tongue, gushing hot fluid all over his chin and cheeks. he laps it up greedily without hesitation. he can’t help but moan at the taste of your release as he works you through your second climax.

he hisses sharply as he can feel himself teetering on the edge right after. “shit,” he curses under his breath, his hips instinctively grinding against the couch for friction—for release. “ohhh, fuckfuckfuck—“ a choked up moan vibrates against your spasming cunt once the orgasm washes over satoru as well.

you’re both out of breath, unable to speak another thought as you try to regain your composure. you slowly loosen your grip on your lover’s white locks, letting him pull his head back for air as you slowly go limp.

satoru sits up on his knees, panting. his hair is disheveled, a few strands covering his half-lidded eyes. his chin, mouth and part of his cheeks are coated in your juices and he’s not ashamed of it.

he licks the remnants from his lips, one of his hands still idly rubbing at your cunt, thumb sliding between your puffy folds. his other hand adjusts his dick through his pants, the straining erection now more uncomfortable due to his drenched boxers.

satoru’s eyes meet yours and he finally lets out a low chuckle. “you okay?” he tilts his head with an all knowing glint in his eyes. he knows you’re not really in the right state to answer the question truthfully.

you nod idly, more focused on calming down from your back to back climaxes. especially when your lover is still stroking your pussy—a gesture meant to soothe you, to let you ride the pleasure out—but it only provokes you more.

“am fi—fine,” you hiccup, voice lightly slurred due to the drool that’s gathered in your mouth.

satoru nearly snorts at your pathetic attempt of a reply, “you don’t look the bit, princess.”

his other hand tugs at the strings on his sweatpants, slowly tugging the waistband down to reveal his black boxers. your vision is too blurry with tears, but you can make out that prominent bulge—his hard cock aching to be let out.

“wha—” you get cut off by him holding onto your hips, lifting them up to press your bare cunt right against his clothed dick.

satoru groans at the contact and takes a sharp breath through his teeth. he grins mischievously as he lets you feel the way you’ve got him hard and needing. “did’ya think i was done with you?” he asks mockingly.

he leans his head down to the point your foreheads are almost touching. he presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, the look in his eyes a mix of desire and challenge;

“mm-mm. i’m not lettin’ ya go until you pass out on my dick, doll. you still need to be taught the consequences of y’r actions.”

he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "i know, baby. i know. but i’m going to make you wait. because the longer i take, the better it’ll feel when i finally touch you." he undresses you slowly, his fingers working each button, each zipper, until you’re standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. he steps back, his eyes raking over you. "beautiful," he says. "now lay down."

olderbf!nanami who eats you out like it’s a meditation, like he could spend hours between your thighs and never get bored. you’re on your back, your legs over his shoulders, and he’s taking his time, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes.

"n-nanami—please—" you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets. he looks up at you, his mouth glistening.

"patience," he says, his voice calm even as he slides two fingers inside you. "i’m going to make you cum. but i’m going to do it my way." he curls his fingers, finding that spot that makes your vision blur, his tongue circling your clit with agonizing precision.

you’re moaning, your hips rolling, but he holds you down with one hand on your stomach. "stay still," he orders gently. "let me take care of you."

olderbf!nanami who fucks you slow and deep, his hips rolling in a rhythm that has you seeing stars. you’re on your stomach, your face pressed into the pillow, and he’s behind you, his chest pressed to your back, his cock buried so deep you can barely breathe.

"nanami—h-harder!!—" you beg, trying to push back against him. he stills, his hand sliding up your spine to grip the back of your neck.

"no," he says, his voice firm but kind. "you take what i give you." he starts moving again, each thrust deliberate, each roll of his hips dragging against your walls in a way that makes you sob. "you feel that?" he murmurs against your ear. "that’s me. all of me. and you’re going to take every inch, just like this. until you can’t think about anything but how full you are."

olderbf!nanami who makes you ask for what you want, his voice low and commanding. you’re straddling him, his cock inside you, but he’s not moving.

he’s just watching you, his hands on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin.

"p-please, i.... i can't—" you whimper, trying to roll your hips. he holds you still.

"use your words," he says. "tell me what you want."

"i-i want you to move," you gasp. "i want you to fuck me."

he smiles, small and satisfied. "good girl. now ask nicely."

you bite your lip, your face burning.

"please fuck me, nanami. please."

he rewards you with a slow thrust upward, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes you moan. "that’s it," he praises. "that's my girl."

olderbf!nanami who holds you after, his arms wrapped around you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. you’re lying on his chest, your body still trembling, your mind fuzzy with pleasure.

he’s stroking your hair, his lips pressed to the top of your head. "you did so well," he murmurs. "so beautiful. so perfect." you nuzzle closer, your eyes already drifting shut.

"you’re too good to me," you whisper. he kisses your forehead.

"no such thing. you deserve everything. and i’m going to give it to you for as long as you’ll let me."

olderbf!nanami who wakes you up in the morning with his mouth between your legs, because he’s not done taking care of you yet. you’re half-asleep, your body warm and heavy, when you feel his hands on your thighs, spreading you open.

"nanami—" you start, but then his tongue is on you, and you’re gasping, your hands flying to his hair. he looks up at you, his eyes dark.

"good morning," he says, his voice rough with sleep. "lay back. let me love you." and you do. because when nanami wants to be patient, you let him. every single time.

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