「 slapping satoru during sex 」

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."