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「 leg-locking satoru 」

there was flour everywhere.

satoru had you hiked up on the kitchen counter, legs spread out to accommodate him between them as he fucked into you. each thrust sent another small cloud of flour into the air, settling on your sweaty skin. what wasn't coating the countertop was on your hands, latching onto satoru's already-white hair as you raked your fingers through it with a moan.

who knew baking would get him so horny.

his lips were wet and messy on your neck as he kissed it, reeling in your scent and taste as well as the way you felt wrapped so tightly around his cock. he could fuck you for hours like this, it didn't matter to him if you were in the kitchen, in bed, or out on the fucking street — if you were feeling good, so was he.

and god, were you feeling good. the movements of satoru's cock in and out of you had your eyes rolling back in their sockets, fingers curling into his hair as he fucked you dumb.

it was when he got shallow with his thrusts that you really started to feel that coil in your belly, though. when he'd push forward and rock his hips into you with just enough pressure to drag against your g-spot and have you seeing stars.

you didn't even have to think about it — your legs were wrapping around his waist and locking at the ankles behind his ass on pure instinct. your body, greedy as ever, knew exactly what it wanted.

"what are you..." toru started, but recognition dawned on his face the moment you used your heels to guide his thrusts. "oh. oh."

"like this," you held him close with your legs, locking him in place so that he couldn't pull back and out of your warm embrace. not that he'd ever dream of doing so. "feels so good, toru."

he couldn't tell if it was your praise or the feeling of being physically held in place by you, but something in your actions pushed him over the edge. with a shudder (and a rather pathetic moan) satoru went wide-eyed as he spilt inside of you.

"sorry," he choked, keeling against your body with such force that your back hit the countertop. he had basically climbed up and over you in his desperation, literally fucking you into the bench-top. "ngh, god. sorry. didn't mean to come so quick."

you laughed. pressed a kiss to his flour-covered cheek and pushed your heels into his ass once more, forcing his sensitive cock deep inside. "mhm. 'm not letting you go until you come like that again, toru."

he just looked so proud of himself.

your cocky boyfriend had been pleading with you all day to let him 'take care of you'. he even went as far to get on his knees and beg, with those beautiful blue eyes of his, for just fifteen minutes to get his dick wet.

an hour later, you were still riding the waves of satoru's endless stamina. you should have known - fifteen minutes with him was never just fifteen minutes. he's never let you leave the bed in less than thirty!

you were melting into the sheets. your face was wet with spit from his sloppy kisses, your muscles burning with each extra inch he folded you in on yourself: knees pushed up as he pounded into you like he didn't love you quite as much as he always proclaimed.

and you couldn't deny that he felt godly inside of you. just the stretch of his cock alone was enough to make you gasp. pairing it with the mean, jackhammered pace he set inside of you was pulling you to the edge of another orgasm.

but looking at that fucking smile on his face...

fuck. that arrogant, shit-eating grin he sported. he knew you were in the throes of pleasure; that every breath you took in was a chore because of his weight on top of you; that you were feeling him both inside and out.

"feel good, baby?" he pouted, leaning in a little to better see the look on your face. "hhh, this is just what my pretty girl needed. see? told you toru'd take care of—"

smack!

the sharp sting of your palm against his cheek shut him up. though the slap hardly moved his head, satoru's entire body froze on impact. his mouth closed, then opened as if he was trying to find his words, just to close again..

your hand smacked over your own mouth next, shock filtered through you. sure, you fantasised about slapping some sense into your boyfriend from time-to-time... who didn't? but to actually strike him...

your hand hurt. you actually slapped him.

satoru looked down at you with wide, shocked eyes. you didn't know whether to expect a grin or a grimace to pull at his lips, but what you didn't expect was for him to freeze. should you apologise? slap him again?

you parted your lips to try for anything, but stopped in your tracks when satoru's jaw slackened, and his eyelids grew heavy. he looked like he was...

"i'm cumming," he choked out, holding himself above you with trembling arms as he emptied himself inside. it was a slow release, trickling out of his sensitive cockhead with as much hesitation as enthusiasm - his orgasm surprised him as much as it did you, apparently.

"wow," you found yourself laughing beneath him. "i didn't peg you as the kind of guy who likes being slapped."