Soothing voices in the dark

When he was with another girl, you weren’t any easier on him. Taking away his sex privileges, making him beg and grovel until you were satisfied, and even then, you didn’t let him fuck your pussy, only stare and jerk off. 

Whatever was happening wasn’t public, nor were there any labels. There would never be any labels. Satoru wasn’t the type to date, and you wouldn’t give your heart to a playboy like him. 

Said man was currently between your legs. No, not like that. He was lying between your legs, his cheeks squished between your plump thighs, which he kept biting like a dog. 

You were half asleep, watching stupid videos on your phone to ease your boredom, when a loud guttural groan came from Satoru. 

“Shut up, snow white.” 

“We neeeeedddd to fuck, babe, I’m so boreddd,” he groaned, turning his body. Now, rather than face the ceiling, his face was really buried between your legs. His strong, bulky arms wrapped around your exposed thighs, long fingers snapping the band of your shorts against your skin. 

“No, I’m tired. Also, who fucks when they’re bored?” 

“Meeee, I doooo” the vibrations of his voice sent chills down your spine. 

“Stop talking over my— hey–” you choked on your words when Satoru pressed harder against the print of your pussy over the stretchy fabric of the shorts. He looked up at you from his eyebrows, smiling with his eyes. He didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue out, licking over the fabric, making you gasp. You tried pushing his head back, but it was no use. 

“Let’s do this. If you’re wet, I get to fuck you; if not, we won’t fuck. Fair?” 

“What? No!?” Your words came out unsure, feeling that shit-eating grin against your heat. 

He held your thighs open with his vast palms; the way his fingers dug into you would leave marks for sure. Your hand stopped pushing his head back, fingers curling and wrapping around the silky strands, keeping his head locked in place. 

“His hot mouth kissed and licked like he was playing with your actual pussy and not the fabric covering it. A flimsy little fabric keeping him from reaching you. So close that you could feel him circling his tongue over the entrance, the words of desperation almost slipped from your lips. Almost begging him to put it inside. 

“Fuh-uckkkk– Satoru!” you breathed, the inner corners of your thighs tightening up. He slowed down, keeping his eyes on you as he kissed and pushed against where your clit would be. 

“Let’s check, yeah, sweet girl?” he grinned, sitting up, dropping your thighs. Pulling away from your orgasm that was knocking on the door. Wiping his mouth that was covered in his saliva, “if she’s wet, she’s mine to stuff, remember?” The asshole grinned, tugging your shorts off with 1 finger. He knew what the outcome was. Always did. 

“Would you look at that,” he smirked, looking up at your flustered expression. “Soaked,” and to prove his point, he ran 2 fingers along the slit, holding them up, watching as they glistened in the light before sticking them in his mouth. Savouring the flavour of his favourite dessert, “and ready to be fucked.”

“J-just get it over with..” You spoke like your body wasn’t craving his like hard drugs. 

He chuckled, pulling out his raging erection from the gray sweats, scooting in between your thighs. The red, leaking tip pressed against your pulsating hole. Slowly sliding in like he always does. Making you feel the stretch, the burn, the veins. Making you feel him. 

“Ahh– ‘Toru, shit–” 

“Yeah yeah, I know, I gotchu,” he muttered, dazed by the way he disappeared inside of you. All 10 inches of him. 

“There we go, it’s in,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss your collarbones. Each thrust got more and more aggressive, faster, meaner. 

You reached for the pillow, covered your face and mouth with it. You couldn’t be quiet with Satoru. Not when he was fucking you into another dimension. Not when he fucked you, you felt him for days. Making noise wasn’t a choice with Satoru. 

You clung to the worn-out pillow like your life depended on it. His brutal movement rocks the bed, your entire frame being shaken to the core. 

He yanked the pillow out of your grasp, slinging the thing across the room. “No, I want to–fuck–want to see you,” he said, breathy, sweat framing his perfectly symmetrical face. 

“But the noi—Sato–” your words were cut short with his massive palm coming down to cover your mouth, the hard muscles flexing in his bicep and wrist. Each vein popped, trailing up to the thick muscles that hid under the short sleeve of his shirt. 

“Fuck– Fucking hell— G’na fu-fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your name,” he grunted, other hand gripping your thigh, squishing the flesh unbearably hard. Your pussy tightened around his fat cock at the sight of him alone. The damp hair falling over his face, the concentrated expression. The way he’s holding you down. The only sounds in the room were your muffled screams of pleasure and his groans and grunts of your name. 

A half laugh-half chuckle left his lips, teasing you without words. “Close already?” 

“Mmff-hngg” 

“Don’t worry, it’ll make sure your legs don’t stop shaking,” he dropped more weight on the hand that held you down, fucking you into the mattress. 

He was infact choking you; you couldn’t breathe, but that only aroused you more. 

“There, that’s it, let it go. Let her finish f’me” he groaned out the last words, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. Your entire body convulsed, shaking under his as you finished, choking out his cock. 

You cried into his palm, moaning his name. Or at least that’s what you tried to do. 

Satoru’s thrusts fell sloppy, erratic, chasing after his own orgasm after the way your pussy choked him (his dick) out. 

Not being able to pull out on time, his hot body dropped on top of yours, thick spurts of cum filling you full, making you squirm and moan. It was too much for one day. 

His body lay there, limp on yours. Catching his breath while you caught yours. 

“I’ll– fucking hell–i’ll buy you plan B tomorrow,” he sighed, nuzzling his face into your round tits. Cock going soft inside of you, the white liquid slowly dripping out of your hole. You uncomfortably shifted at the sensation of the heat leaving your body. 

“Fucking asshole, you better. I’m not carrying your ugly ass babies,” you scoffed, making his body shake with laughter. “Please, we’d have beautiful babies,” he paused, “plus, you’d look sexy pregnant.” 

“Yeah that’s it, get off,” you tried pushing him off, but he whined, clinging onto you tightly until you gave up, letting him pass out on your chest. 

The seniors' team ended up winning their game the next morning, which you were there to see, being the supportive friend you are of the captain and center of said team. You might be limping, but you weren’t going to miss a win that you were behind. (You had to ditch cheer that day since you could barely walk, let alone pull those crazy stunts) 

A/N: WHY AM I WRITING SMUT WHEN I HAVE A TEST TMR AGAIN