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ę°: PrĂŠcis | Middle-aged, existential, train wreck office worker diving head first into the club scene. One night of debauchery and a âYou only live onceâ attitude turns out more problems than ever before. Torn between two worlds and wondering if he should try the pill one..more..timeâŚ
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ę°: PrĂŠcis | After a shitty breakup with a subpar man, you find yourself drawn to the lights and sleaze of the nearest bar. Drink away your problems or fuck and forget them with the bartender whoâs hot as hell.
Starting your night off with a shitty breakup and one two many drinks mightâve not been the best route to take. In hindsight at least.
Your co-workers had already urged you to break it off with the less than desirable man who could barely breathe without working your nerves and not only thatâtrying to make you work in the bedroom.Â
It was an endless cycle of âYou get on top, work for me.â and never him using the hips that God gave him to work you outâalways ending in a resounding turn off, consistently followed up with, âNext time for sure.â So, after he had started an argument, ending in trauma being spat out in a fit of anger, you felt thankful, grateful, blessed even that he gave you a reason.
But..all breakups are hard to get over. Whether they were a long time coming or not, itâs always a shitty experience.Â
Whatâs always the best unhealthy coping mechanism for such..? A drink, of course.
âA drink.â
That was the intention..but you wound up getting more plastered than expected and crying out your woes to the bartender who had only asked whether youâd be putting things on your tab or card for the night.Â
He was charismaticâmaybe because of the job description and having to be a poster boy for such a place. Sweet talking drinks into vulnerable people so he could get tips and points from his boss for making them profit. It was a good hustle, respectable and fun.
Not to mention..he was damn good at it.
After a bit of a slurred exchange of words, youâd gotten to know a few things about him: His name, Satoru, Satoru Gojo. 28, graduated college with a psych major, infinitely and criminally tallâ6â3 to be exactâand to your surprise, swung both ways. Often.
You found yourself asking stupid questions just so he would slide your way from the other customers.
âIâm starting to think I should cut you off,â He teased after about the 5th call over.
You raised up your head to rest in the palm of your hand, running your index over the rim of the golden-lined glass heâd refilled so many times now. Some of it you drank, most of it you babysat. âIâm pacing myself alright..â Youâd slur out with a mild puffing of your cheeks.
âOh yeah? Your cheeks are flushed, hun. Unless thatâs just from staring too long.â The way he pointed out your fluster so obviously couldnât have made it go down any.
âYouâre too cocky..âm holding over fine.â A bit snippy but he laughed heartily, drying off a used glass with the hand towel heâd kept attached to his hip.Â
Even from this distance, you could just tell he smelled nice. Maybe it was the already alcoholic aroma that the rather sleazy place held but you couldâve sworn there were hints of cologneâexpensive cologneâthat mingled with it.Â
Those piercing blues he had, barely dimmed out by the lighting of the establishment flickered over you and a slick smile spread across his lips. âThen, please, Iâm at your disposal. Need another drink, pretty boy?â
An initial sound of surprise came with the name but you turned away from him slightly and blew a stray strand of hair from in front of your eyes. âNo..â
âAh, so you did just want to talk to me.â
âShut up..donât you have a job to do?â You quickly retorted with a harsh roll of eyes.Â
Shrugging, he waved a small goodbye. Not before adding on a small, âYouâre technically a part of it..â
And in another moment, you were back to eating up the eye candy. In your mild boredom, you opened up your phone to see your shitty ex spamming you across every platform imaginableâTikTok, Insta, Snap, Facebook, hell, he went as far as to email you. He was hooked and just seeing the mass notifications made you want to throw the whole device away.
Thatâs when you got a really..really bad idea.
About an hour went by and the promiscuous bartender had paid you a few more stops of his own volition. Each encounter got more and more..suggestive, to say the least.
From mild flirting to him finally saying, âMy eyes are up here, you know.â when yours were drifting.
âObviously..but thatâs not really the objective.âÂ
He visibly was caught off guard by your comment, going as far as to lean his arms forward onto the bar top, eyes now boring into your soul it felt like as he purred out a response. âOh? And what might your objective be? Youâve been eyeing me since you walked in, canât help but feel you undressing me.â
âIâm not some sort of pervertâyouâre making it sound worse than it is.â Furrowing your brows slightly, he tilted his head in that oh-so innocent fashion.
It was hard to not crack a smile.
âI am,â He admitted smoothly, now actively ignoring a small trio of women at the end of the counter. âBut, you didnât answer my question.â
With one last adjustment of his neck, he was staring right at you. âWhatâs your objective here, pretty boy?â
âIs it not obvious?âÂ
âTerribly. But, Iâd just love it if you could use your words. Give me something worth listening to and blowing off customers for.â His tone, his posture, his eyesâGod, this is what true temptation feels like.
Working up the courage which..didnât take long, thanks to liquid confidence, you squared your shoulders a bit to meet his gaze properly. âMy objective is you. Is that so hard to piece together?â
âDonât talk about things being hard right now.â
âŚ
A round of silence and you were pulling a pen out of his breast pocket, you went along and grabbed his notepad as well. âAnd what are you doing now?â
âGiving you my cell..obviously.â Quipping back, you started to jot down the series of numbers before his slender fingers were pulling the parchment down so your focus was back on him once more.
He flashed that award-winning smile and stood up straight again. âNo need. My shift ends in 30.â
Oh, he was confident.
âMake it 25. My place or yours?âÂ
Finally, the women at the end had gotten more than impatient and wound up calling out a not-so passive, aggressive, âBartender!â from down the way to which he cast a small grin your way.
âDuty calls.â He said briefly and then, he was gone again. Was he serious..? Maybe the drinks were really just getting to you but Lord..the way he spoke to you, sized you upâhe wanted to talk about undressing people with their eyes? Please.Â
You could almost feel how he was defiling you in his head.
Among other things, you decided to down the rest of your drink and ultimately did put it on your tab. Once heâd taken down his apron and you had gathered the remnants of your heart that had led you to this point, you both were walking out with an air of civilityâŚ
Such a stark contrast to the debauchery that was promising the night.
Initially, youâd offered to take your car but he waved a hand with a chuckle, pointing over to a white Mustang GT sitting pretty in the parking lot. âIâll get my co-worker to keep an eye on your ride for the night. You can come get it in the morning, âkay, handsome?â
âShould I feel insulted..?âÂ
He looked around for a bit before looking back down at you. âI donât know, are you into that sorta thing?â
âDo you always talk to people like this?â
âHm, like what?â Peering in closer, he dug his keys out of his pocket, twirling them around his index for a moment before resting them in his palm.
Crossing your arms and beginning the path to his car, you spoke, âLike a slut.â
âAre you not one too, though?â He drawled, purposely keeping his strides slow just so you could keep up easily in your dwindling intoxication. âI mean, you came to my place of work, talked me up, now, weâre heading back to your placeâis that not slut behavior?â
You got ready to make another smart comment but wound up falling short and simply digging an elbow into his ribs that elicited a pained groan followed by light laughter.Â
He was enjoying this way too much.Â
Even on the ride home, he wouldnât let up in his relentless teasing fit. With the low rumbling of the smooth engine carrying you across the streets of the night city, he held one hand on the wheel whilst the other rested on the gear shift.Â
Every so often though, heâd try and drift his fingers over..over and up to your thigh which made you crane your neck to give him a sideways glance. âWeâre not even halfway there yet..â You chastised lowly to which he moved his hand down, giving your thigh a playful squeeze instead of the devilish wandering itâd been doing before.
âOh, Iâm sorry, is foreplay not your thing?â Scoffing lightly, he shook his head and briefly peeled his eyes away from the road to look over you once againâit was becoming a habit. âI thought maybe youâd be as eager as I amâseeing as youâre the one who came onto me, after all.â
Rolling your eyes instinctively, you turned to face the window a bit. âBarely..I gave hints and you took them to ten fold. And I do like foreplay, seeing as my ex lacked the abilityâŚI just wouldnât want it to wind up with us fogging up these windows.â
âPlease, I wouldnât fuck you in my car,â He said it quick, as if he was a bit offended at the proposition. âI respect my baby better than to make a mess of either of you in here.â
That shut you up rather quickly.
You let your head make a small thud against the cold glass with an audible, âHmph.â But, it was rather deterred when your hand moved over his, dragging it up further until it basically rested on the junction of your hips and leg. He didnât make a comment and neither did you, save for the way your body spoke, pressing your thighs lightly together to hold his hand there.
Regardless, the rest of the drive was calm and when youâd arrived back to your quaint condo, just a bit out from the center of the cityscape, he turned the keys out of the ignition and got out of the driverâs side door.Â
Moving to open up the door, you started to get out before he was right there in front of it, closing it back. âWhat the hell?â You exclaimed, given the roughness of the pushback.
He took a few moments before opening the door so gently and leaning down to your sitting level. âYouâre trying to rob me of my gentlemanly status, pretty boy. Canât have that now, can we?â With that, he extended a flat palm your way which you tookânot without a low, grumbled string of complaints at his dramatacism.Â
You fumbled with your keys for a split second before getting up to the door. Satoru loomed behind you, making a small shiver trail over your spineâthat cologne was his.
Once getting inside, you were greeted by your precious feline companion who, instead of rubbing against your ankles, circled through Satoruâs. He gave a deep laugh of amusement, crouching down to scratch behind the furry friendâs ear to which he purred and mewed in response. âWhatâs its name?â
âHis name is Dot.â You gave back, just the slightest bit jealous that the cat had taken a bigger liking to the house guest than the man who fed him every day. âHe usually doesnât like house guests..â A mild jab at the pet who was jingling and purring as Satoru catered to his sweet spots.
Though..after enough time and playful back and forth, just getting to know one another, flirting..whispering..trading spit..things got much more hot and heavy much quicker than you expected.
Once heâd had his tongue down your throat, it tasted..sweet. Not even in the metaphorical sense but like a literal syrupâan addictively sweet taste that had your head spinning..hazy, even.Â
Your back was already flat against the bed and he was taking his time..so much so you were getting impatient. Breaking the seal between your spit-drenched lips with a soft pwah, he was breathing right into your mouth. He trailed his hand up along the column of your throat and finally, a thumb was swiping across your bottom lip, pressing down on it just to get a glimpse of your lower set.
âSomethinâ wrong..?â God..how did he sound even more sultry than before..? All panting, just as his low-lidded eyes fell on yours. âDonât tell me youâre backing out now..â
Just for a moment, you were speechless. Now, you were really feeling the effects. Kissingâs never felt this good before..ever. And that haze from before? It was becoming a lot more prominent. âMy head..feels weird..â You breathed out, finding yourself gradually heating up..from the inside.
âAh, youâre catching on, pretty boy.â Catching on? To what exactly?
Instead of giving any sort of reassurance, his knee was creating friction along your jeans that were already straining. It was all so warm..hot, burning..something was off and all you could trace it back to was the man on top of you now. âItâs been so long since Iâve gotten an easy mark like you..you really did make this way too easy, handsome.â He purred, trailing kisses and nips down your collarbonesâexposed by your loose hanging shirtâand down, down, down.
It was so heated, every touch he showered your body with, even the simple action of him sliding his fingertips under your tee and dragging the fabric up was enough to make you squirm.
âWhat are you..talking about..?â You managed to say, relatively snapping back to a bit of reality. Despite how he was already kissing down from where your ribs connected under your skin, past your midsection and laving his tongue over your navelâit was obvious he was avoiding your questions.
Deft fingers picked apart the button of your pants, leaving them hanging open until he was back over top of your face. Satoru was analyzing your features, each twitch and shift in expressionâthe effect he was having on you.Â
It was utterly adorable.
Watching that stressed, pretty face all night, going from ranting and raving about a man who could hardly be called such to opening up into his own drunken desire and now laid out underneath himâfuck, it was a head rush.
âYou seem tense, handsome..â The name rolled off his tongue like a vice and you couldâve sworn you were hooked. âAre you finally realizing what you got yourself into, hm?â
It was only a second. You blinked, eyes already squinting through each glance up at him and before you knew it he wasnât..him anymore. With each passing open and shut rhythm it was something:
First his teeth, he was speaking but God knows you werenât tuned in. Then the hands that had once been so soft, neatly cut and filed down grew into something sharpâclawed. And finally, there were those damn horns. You wished, hoped prayed that you were just too out of it to really be seeing straight but..it was real.
That cute bartender, the one who had teased and teased, led you on and wrapped you around his finger for the night..was a demon. An incubus at thatâwhich, when it dawned on you, became even more of a problem.
Obviously, the first reaction was panic, a widespread âfight or flightâ response that gradually was dimmed out. Next thing you knew, he was laughing..like, genuinely, cracking the fuck up. He could see the struggle in your eyes, the burning want, the need to fight back but oh..that little party trick from earlier was doing its job.
âShh, shhh..itâs alright, nothinâ to worry your pretty little head about. Relax fâme..thaaatâs it..â He was speaking so slowly, so tauntingly, it felt like he was dumbing you down with his voice alone. âFun fact about incubiâtheir spit counts as raw aphrodisiac..â
He leaned in closer, licking away a stray tear that had rolled down to the peak of your cheekbone before disappearing onto the warmth of his tongue. âAnd another fun fact..you kiss like a fuckinâ pornstar.â Already, his mouth was in desperate need of some soap.
If itâd stopped there, that wouldâve been ideal. You could barely think straight, poor thing. A little too turned on for a first time, scared out of your wits, and still..still wanting to go further. You wanted him to take you further.
âDonât you worry about a siiingle thing,â A low purr would escape him as his handsâ earlier work at your shirt finally finished, sliding it up and over your head until it was then pulled right around your wristsâhe made it so. âLet me do allll that fuckinâ work for you. I told you youâre a part of my job, didnât I..?â
You took in a shuddering breath, head instinctively flicking over to the side with a subtle roll of your hips. Oh-so absentmindedly your movements were..because as his nails made their tracings along your skinâfrom your chest, where he leaned all the way down just to shower your sensitive buds with the utmost attention, to how his palms then rubbed over your hipsâyou were just grinding.
Grinding it out on the rough fabric covering his knee as he steadily worked you over. His tongue felt..different. As in, before, it was..softer, more inviting, cute even. But now..? God, it couldâve wrapped around your cock twice and still reach the base with ease. That was a bet.
He was reveling in the series of whimpers and whines that you drenched his ears with, each one offering up a low, vibrating chuckle against your chest.Â
âMhn.. âToru..â Damn, was that your voice speaking..? Where did all this âToruâ business come from..? Whatever..all you knew was it tasted like heaven in your mouth and like a sirenâs call to his brain. âS-stop fuckinâ around already..demon, incubus or not, you got me hot and bothered so deal with itâproperly.â
A round of tutting left him as he finally detached himself from your now-swollen nipples, only to go back in to land a bite and minor tug on one of them. Already, the action alone had your legs trying to close up around his, stomach fluttering just from the feeling of his sharp canines digging in. Oh you knew he left a mark. You could already feel it.
Just as quickly as he doled out his physical reprimand, he was back to his affectionate, lewd lapping at your nub, alternating between each and giving whichever was orally unattended, pinches and rolls between his fingers. âI thought you liked foreplay, pretty boy..donât tell me you got a little impatient and changed your mind?â
âYouâve got the brain of a whore and the body of a virginâwhat kinda joke is that?â Sitting back on his haunches, both of his hands crossed over his pelvis, gripping the ends of his shirt as he tugged it off over his head. In all honesty your body had a reaction to thatâa small gasp that he undoubtedly heard as well.Â
The shocking part wasnât even the sheer cut of him, no, but the pair of wings that accompanied. A dark, charcoal black that differed so heavily from the pure white that his hair adorned. Stemming from his chiseled shoulder blades like a stalk.
His attention ran right back to you as he readjusted himself between your legs, both hands snaking to your inner thighs as he parted them like a sea: slow and deliberate. One of them trailed up further..coming to rest just before your groin where he splayed his fingers out.
âHey,â A more baritone call for your attention as he stared you head on. âThis is gonna really suck while Iâm not inside you so..hold out for me, âkay?â
Rubbing soothing circles over where his fingers had found purchase, he rolled his hips forward, cracking that smile that was now sullied by the sharpness of his once-straight and narrow dental set. âYou can hold out fâme, right?â
He wasnât even asking. He talked like it was a fact.
âNah, I know you can..you can take anything I throw at you..â Before you could even deny it, to tell him to reevaluate his expectations of your threshold, it was in motion.Â
The surging energy that he flowed out into your lower body first, then the crackle of electricity that followed suit, gradually descending into a sickening ache inside that felt like an inferno needing to be quelled. You squirmed and writhed, fragile fingers threatened to tear up your sheets as your strained voice caught up in your throat.Â
Eyes squeezed shut as you grit your teeth so hard you thought they couldâve cracked from the pressure. He was murmuring words of praise, encouragement, of urging you to endure it. And after a bit, it was less painful and more just a throbbing need that already had you breathless.
âHaah..fuck, what is..God..â The last name was said like it was the worst of profanity as you finally worked up enough gall to look down. Once his hand lifted from its place, thatâs when you saw it.Â
Right there, just below where your stomach ended and your happy trail beganâa fucking womb tattoo.Â
No, like, for real. It was engraved in your skin, staining your flesh that same charcoal black with the intricate scrawl of abstract twists all centered around a hollow heart design.Â
Fuck how it looked thoughâyour body was screaming.
Just from the proximity alone from Satoru, it was getting harder to breathe, harder to even think straight and his pants werenât even off yet. Was this the power of a real fucking demon? Able to bring a man to his knees with just a few well-placed touches and words of slutty promise?
âToruuu..it burns..â A pathetic whine fell from your lips as you ran your hands down to try and soothe the ache. But not only with your shirt tangled up along your wrists but one of his own pinning them back against the headboard, you were stuck.Â
That roll of his hips had gotten bolder, more rhythmic..you could feel how much he was into this. Not only by the way he seemed to do it mindlessly, his breathy pants and the slight flutter of his abnormal appendages, but God..the fucking print.
Oh, it was fucking big.
Here he was, trying to keep you under control when he seemed like he would burst at the seams with one wrong move. âI know, I know..I feel it too, baby..â This whole time, heâd been rather composedâyou know, while making you fall apartâbut even now, it seemed hard for even him to keep himself under control.
âTell me,â There went that damn tone again, though, instead of that cocky arrogance, it was almost desperate. âDo you want this as much as I do..? Donât think with your dick right now, as hard as I know that is to do that right nowâŚâ
Trailing off, his free hand cupped your jaw, making blown pupils meet the zeroed. You couldâve gotten high off the eye contact alone at this point. âSay the word and Iâll stopâyou wonât have to remember this ever happened. Youâll forget everything about me, your body will go right back to how it was and..Iâll be gone.â
âBut Iâll miss this face..those eyes, your voice..ohâŚâ No matter how much he was prioritizing you, how much he meant every word he said..he couldnât help but pray, beg for God to do him a solid and let you say yes to this. âCome on, pretty boy..â
âTalk to me.â
It was less of an asking and much more like a command. Your hesitation was so evident in the way your breath hitched with each labored inhale and exhale. The proposition was set but the real question remained unansweredâwere you really about to give up your virginity to an incubus..?
âŚ
Well..yeah.
Making sure you never took your eyes off him, after what felt like an eternity, you uttered, âI crave it, Toru..please, donât get me all the way here and leave me..I need you. Need to feel you in places I donât know existâŚâ And with a final batting of your lashes, you breathed, â..need you to fuckinâ ruin me.â
That did it.
âGoddamn your mouth is so fuckinâ nasty,â Like a flip switched in his brain, he was on you. Gone was the gentle caress of his kissâreplaced by the starved devouring of your lips, teeth and tongue as he finally got serious. âI cannot wait to break you the fuck in.â
And by God did he mean it in every sense of the word.Â
His hands were everywhere: your hips, thighs, face, anywhere he could get a feel for you. A feel for the heat that you were radiating and pouring off in gallons. It didnât take long at all for him to start tugging at the rest of the clothing that was keeping him from what he was gunning for.
Bits and pieces of fabric stripped away like nothing but an inconvenience before being discarded into the growing pile of articles on the floor. Once you were laid out bare in front of him, you faintly caught wind of an instinctive, âFuck..â Slipping from his mouth before he was already hooking your leg onto his shoulder.Â
Even in his haste, he was handling you with sooo much care. His bites felt like nips and grazes before he was leaning in closer..further up until the heated inner of your thigh was burning the side of his face. He stayed there for a moment closing his eyes like he was an aerosol fiend.
But oh, oh when those glaciers met your gaze again, he bit down, hard. Those canines of his were a force to be reckoned with because the yelp that tore from you upon the breaking of skin was awful.
âWhat the hell, Toru..?â You complained, furrowing your eyebrows down into an expression that was meant to be scolding but you couldnât deny the way the new addition to your skin was twisting your perception of pain and pleasure oh so deliciously.Â
And boy did he know. One turned into two and gradually, your thighs were stained with his saliva and the clear imprint of his teethâslightly bloodied and hickeys for daaays.Â
At one point, youâd closed your legs up around him, a feeble attempt at a timeout but he wasted no time in prying then right back open, lowering his head enough to lick a looong, slow stripe up your neglected cock that had been sitting so pretty on the sidelines.Â
You really were acting like a virginâthe simple lick making your hips lift up just a bit before the contact was taken back away. A whimper of protest was heard at the loss of sensation and before you knew it, he was speaking again. âAhh, is that what you want, pretty boy? Hm?â
Although his eyes were on you right now, he couldnât help but feel the effects of not only smellingâseeing, touching, breathingâbut tasting you on his tongue. All the while with both hands busy and his pants seeming like the greatest obstacle on Earth. But he digressed, bringing up a sharp-nailed hand to press his palm down juuust enough to glide up and dig your length a bit further against your stomach.
âWanna feel my mouth giving all my attention to this cute cock of yours, hm?â A drawl of a question and you were already getting driven up the wall by the physical aspect that came with it. âCome onnn, what did I say about using your words, sweetheart?â
Did he like..need you to die in the process of all this?
A simpering moan was all your mind could muster up before you let out a light puff, willing yourself to meet those eyes that seemed to be doing more work than anything else right now. âPlease, Toru..Youâre driving me insane..â Breathless and absolutely helplessâjust how he liked you.
The verbal queue was all he needed. With one chuckled out, âGood boyyy.â Oh he was getting to work.
That tongue that had seemingly grown in measure was going alongside with his handsâsmooth and soft, yet a little callousedâthat took your aching shaft up into his palm. He fucking kissed up, from base to tip and then swiped his tongue back and forth under your sensitive frenulum before using those plump lips to give playful sucks to your weeping slit.
Swirling that aphrodisiac-saliva slick all over until you finally caved, pulling your forearms in front of your eyes and just barely stifling out your voice from behind them. The muscles in your thighs were just shivering, and he hadnât even taken it all in yet.
God you were fucking hopeless.
Satoruâs hands rubbed soothingly along your inners as he showered your cockhead with sooo much care. It was so much yet still not enough. âMhn..f-fuck, deeper..please..â Even as you begged for more, your body was following its own rhythm, hips bucking up into the inviting heat of his mouth. âCome on..youâre a..haah, demon, right..? This is your job..right?â
âThen give me more.â You were taken aback by the urgency you held in your voice and he clearly was tooâseeing as his tongue stopped its endless movement that had remained focused solely on the tip of your member. And in one, sharp-toothed grin, he was following your words to the letter.
Oh and God could you tell he had the experience of a lifetime. From head to base, he took it alll down. He even did the courtesy of holding his mouth there, swallowing around every delicious inch like it was the sweetest candy heâd ever. Fucking. Tasted.
The sensation was enough to make your head finally fall back into the plush pillow set that decorated the top of your bed, shuddering out a throaty groan and ultimately a sigh of relief. His tongue got back to work, even though he wasnât moving his head, you could feel the methodical patterns he made along the underside, aroundâeven going as far as to trace the veins that pulsed with each flick.
But when he started to move? Your eyes fluttered back like you were experiencing the first effects of anesthesia. Even with his sharpened set, you didnât feel one bit of teeth.
The worst fucking part was those damn eyes.
You were avoiding his like a plague but you could feel them burning holes through you as your fingers raked through your hair. Yeah, youâd gotten sucked off before but goddamn, he was sucking the soul out of you.Â
Finally, your lids managed to peel open when your legs began to tense up, mindlessly rutting your pelvis up and down, just so desperate for that high you could feel coiling in your stomach. He noticed all the squirming, could taste the bittersweet of pre that dripped into his tongue each time he pulled his head back upâyou both knew you were close.
A series of careening moans later and he pulled his lips off of you with a wet pop, putting in the effort to spit directly on the tip, rubbing his thumb over that weeping slit until you were sure youâd cramp up. His hand already picked up where his mouth left off and he was just heaving those barely useful, hot, shuddering, laughing breaths onto the connection of your shaft and head.
âYou taste like fuckinâ heaven, pretty boy,â He said with a bit of a cockdrunk smile on his face. Those charcoal wings gave their own fluttering of excitementânow that you were slightly able to focus on something else other than his oral cavity. âI could suck this cock for hours and Iâd keep going even when my jaw locks.â
And he wanted to talk about your mouth being nasty?
He brought his other hand to help with the job, left moving in short, up and down motions whilst the other was simply bullying the entrance of your urethra. Your hands, on the other hand, were simply just trying to find purchase on anything you could get them on.
The sheets, the pillow, your own tousled locksâwhatever to help you cope with the burning need in your gut. âOh f-fuck, oh God..âToru, Toru..!â You tumbled out in a hurried fashion as both your hands tried to close either ends of the pillow over your face to possibly shield you from the embarrassment..from those damn eyes. âClose.. âm close..s-so fuckinâ..fuuuck..â
Vocabulary falling short, you heard the deep chuckle that he made, followed up by such a soft cooâall the while he was making you feel euphoric. It couldnât have felt this good in its own..right? Sure, being a virgin was one thing but youâd gotten handys and blowjobs plenty of times before. It had to be that damn mark..right?
âLook at you..aww, you poor, poor thing,â The lilt in his voice made a whine of annoyance and frustration die out in the pillow that now barely masked your features. âYou feelinâ it? My hands, my mouth, my breath..oh itâs just too much isnât it? If you canât handle this..â
He trailed off like he finished the sentence once in his head before finally verbalizing it, âJust how are you going to manage with my cock fucking you stupid? Huuh?âÂ
Automatically, you felt another surge when his words reached your brainânot your ears but after they registeredâand you were damn near trembling with the effort to hold back and keep up the tedious conversation. Or, it seemed rather tedious..to you.Â
âCan you imagine it already, huh? How itâs gonna feel when I finally sink in, the draaaag..Your eyes going cross when I bottom out, when you can feel me all the way up to your stomachââ He didnât even get to finish his sentence before you were sent tumbling over the edge in a fit of muffled profanity and swears.
Once again, that raspy chuckle of his echoed against your walls, only quieted down when his lips wrapped around the twitching and now pulsating head of your cock that emptied out straight into his waiting maw.
He closed his eyes, you heardâand feltâhis low hums of appreciation as he drank it all down like he was on the brink of dehydration. As he did, the symbol along your pelvic bone started illuminating the small space it took up. It was almost hypnotizing..
After what seemed like absolutely forever, you fell back into the pillows with strained sounds of your come down, looking down to find Satoruâs glaciers staring right back up at you through those snowy lashes. Youâd expected a witty remark but he simply pulled his lips off, holding your softening shaft in one hand as he opened his mouth up.
There, you saw the aftermath of your own premature climax. Immediately, your face lit up with a deep crimson. âJeez, I thought you swallowed already..!â
He shook his head, smiling cheekily.
âAre you waiting on my say-so..?âÂ
A bout of silence..then another nod.
You pulled a face, glancing off to the side and only coming back when he gave a few more teasing strokes that made you yelp in frustration. âF-fine..! Swallow, spit, I donât care..I just..â
âI just want to stop the burning in my stomach..it feels likeâŚIâll die without itâwithout you..â You breathed. âSo quit fucking around and do me right.â
That did it for him, seeing as he swallowed with haste and stuck his tongue out to reveal theârelativelyâempty contents. What he did next was more bold.
Slowly, surely, he raised his head up, peering in over you. Even after all this and such a lack of clothing, the scent of his cologne still drenched your senses and managed to make your vision just a bit hazier in the proximity. All of that amplified ten-fold when he sealed your mouths together.
Sloppy, and riddled with the taste of your own cum, he was taking your breath away with each slick slide of your tongues along one another. A heady mixture of that delicious aphrodisiac and something uniquely his.
This entire time heâd been so patient. Dragging it on for what seemed like absolute ages. So when you felt his hand sneaking downâpast your navel, not at all skipping your sensitivityâand finally down to your patient, waiting, hole.Â
Just the graze was enough but when twoânot oneâof his lengthy digits slid in, and his breath began to fan across your face with each break of this kiss..it was showtime.
âFun fact, pretty boy..â Heâd say, curling his fingertips into a spot you couldnât even reach properly before you met him. âThis, this little symbol right here..?â
As your legs were starting to clamp up, he used his free hand to trace over the tattoo embedded into your pelvic bone. âMakes things sooo much easier for meâfor us..â Trailing off, he had gotten just mildly carried away as he hit that sweet nerve inside that elicited such a tantalizing sound to drip from your lips. âIt gets you all nice and ready for me and I donât even have to do anything too bad, tâya..â
âAinât that exciting?â Chiming, he got his answer via the resurgence of your erection against your stomach.Â
This was his element and clearly he was thriving.
The sound of his digits knuckle deep insideâstirring up the fire that was raging in yourty coreâbounced off the walls like a symphony.Â
Your voice was only getting sweeter and sweeter, falling on his ears in a way that made his previous, mindless, grinding down into the sheets seem like it would never be enough.Â
It wasnât enough.Â
Not with your tight heat already pulsing and gripping his fingers like a vice, giving him a perfect demonstration of what he could be buried in right now.
âCâmonn, Iâll talk you through it if it hurts too bad but..fuckâŚI canât hold off anymore,â He slid his fingers out of you, but not without a shiver running up your spine.Â
Drifting downward, he undidâwhat he would callâhis restraints and slid off everything from the waist down. Once he kicked it off to the edge of the bed and over, Satoru sat up on his knees and began fisting the base of his thick shaft.
âYouâve been leading me on all night..a man can only take so much you know..â It was almost a whining complaint that he twisted into a slight reprimand. âLetâs take this all the way. Let me get you there. You know Iâll fuck you so right in all the wrong ways.â
Panting now, he looked down at how your body was screaming with Fahrenheit and anticipation as much a him. The puddle of slick pouring out into the slight indents of your abdomen from your sobbing cockheadâthat, amongst others let him know just how he was getting to you.Â
Just a bit of finger fucking and you were already like this..? He couldnât even begin to fathom how youâd be when all 7.4 sunk in.
A whine trailed out when, the slight of fullness had been removed from your pulsing walls. ââToru..â You frustratedly simpered out, covering up your eyes with your forearm. âQuit f-fucking playing..â
âPlaying? Iâm just waiting for you to drop the attitude and ask me how you know youâre sâposed to.â He snipped back. âYouâre the one squirming around and enjoying yourself getting off on my hand but youâre still so confident.â
You bit back a groan at his bratty response and shivered out a sigh. âIâm..sorry.â
âFor..?â
âFor giving you lip about how youâre not inside me right now.â
He shrugged his shoulders and slid his dripping tip along the crevice of your asâteasing you with his hips each time it caught on the rim. âI think you can do better than that..â Each pass spreading the slick that was artificiallyâor âmagicallyââpouring out of you and the fat drops of pre that were coming from Satoru.
Leaning your head back, down into the pillow, you began to speak, âHaah..for being..defiantââ
âLook me in the eyes when youâre asking me for something. Thatâs common courtesy.â With a slight bite, he pressed the tip past just a bit and it was enough to make you trip up in your sentence.
Your arm fell from over your eyes and to the side of your head as you stared up at him with all due reluctance. It was mildly hard to tell with how your features were already being contorted by the promise of more. âIâm sorry for being..mhn..defiant. Iâll listen, Iâll be..good for you. So please give me what I want..âÂ
âAtta boy.â He purred, taking that as a sign to âspontaneously forgive youâ. In realityâhe just hadnât expected you to beg so fucking nicely with just a bit of teasing. Next thing you knew, he was bottoming out inside you.
The pathetic sound that your mouth produced was one you didnât know you could make before. A gradual and steady ease into it wouldâve been better but oh he did the exact opposite of any of that. He had let out his own slightly pained groan at the sheer grip that you had on every inch youâd taken so gracefully. Eyes falling directly down onto you, he gave a half-smile that was somewhat meant to convince himself, just as much as you that it wasnât that big of a deal.Â
âHoly shit..fuck you feelâŚfuck..â Vocabulary failing for what felt like the first time during the entire encounter, you heard the light fluttering of his wings up on his shouldersâmost likely compensating for the way his hips had jutted to a stop after the initial breach of both your senses.Â
The cherry on top had to be the fact that he had pressed down riiight onto that little symbol of yours. Exactly where you could feel his cockhead nestled so snugly inside. It didnât help that the veins were pulsing as they struggled to all find purchase within your sopping wet hole. He pushed your legs back by your kneesânot into a full-on mating press yet but just enough so he could start rocking and setting up a steadfast rhythm inside.Â
You thought itâd be easier toâwell, who are we kidding? It was already hard enough for you to deal with him just being inside but now with that drag that was building up the friction your body felt like itâd been waiting ages for; you were already rendered a stuttering, tensed up mess.Â
Rampant fingers scrambling for him and finally pulling him down on top of you by the base of his horns, you earned a groan that faded off into a dry laugh. âAw, already canât seem to get me close enough? Iâm already all the way up in your stomach, you know..â
âI..mnh..I know, I know..f-fuck, âs just..a lot.â You pieced together, even with the currents that were creating seas of pleasure through your veins. It was like each time he pulled out and dropped all the way back down into you, his throbbing cock found new spots to bully and pinpoint. â.. âYer fillinâ me up so much I c-can barely think straight, âToru..â
That hanging coo of his name made his heartâand well, dickâthrob as he furrowed his eyebrows in slight concentration. He was building up a sweat, easy to tell from the droplets that slid down his brow ridge and past his face to fall onto you.Â
âAre you sure youâre a virgin..? Or do you just naturally say shit that makes me want to give up on trying to fuck you slow?â He grunted, each time with a deep grind against your deepest parts.
At one point, he went into what felt like full downward dog and that alone was enough to prove his question to be redundant. Poor you, you didnât even know what that bit of hip curvature could do before you were shuddering out a premature orgasm that startled the both of you when it hit. You were slightly mortified at the fact youâd cum from just a few well-placed strokes but to Satoru, you couldnât have stroked his ego any better. That little emblem glowed itâs white shimmer until your climax subsided, Satoru never really stopping his motions until you were completely sated and now thoroughly heightened in your nerves. âFuck, ah, s-shit, Iâm sorry I didnât think Iâdââ
âWhyâre you apologizing for that?â He laughed out. âItâs only your first of tonight, anyway. Might as well get used to it..â Giving another scan over your body, he could see and feel just how much each little detail was contributing to the state you were in now. âHey, can you..get on all fours for me..?â
âWhy..?â
âI want to see if you can get a few back to backs while Iâm hitting it from the back.â So chipper about it, you couldnât help the slight twist of annoyance that came with it. To him it was worth it though, just to see your face get all pouty about the matter.Â
Slowly withdrawing, he eased you off of your back with a flawless handling of your waist and legs, making sure not to give you too much ragdoll treatmentâyet. Your face naturally landed into the pillow with a muffled âhmphâ and just seconds later, you felt his thumbs spreading your hole out. He was admiring the view and your face grew hotter with each passing instant that you could feel his eyes lingering there.Â
âDo you mindââ
âHush up, fâme. Let me enjoy this fullyâitâs not every day that I get to fuck virgins so Iâm trying to make you last.â
You let out a lengthy groan into the fabric before speaking again, âWhy canât you just fuck my brains out already..that is your job. Not to tease me until I canât take it anymore..â
âOh, trust me, sweetie,â All matter-of-factly, he leaned down to nip and bite at the exposed skin of your shoulder, moving to lick a stripe from your tailbone, all the way up until he placed another loving set of teeth marks at the nape of your neck. âIf that was enough to make you finish quick as you didâyou wouldnât be able to handle all that. Iâm doing this for your sake, so try and sound a bit more grateful.â
Whatever bratty remark you had to give afterward was silenced by the sound and feeling of a fat wad of his saliva coming into contact with your puckered entrance. A mild shiver and you couldâve sworn that the tips of your ears were redder than ever. It also didnât help the fact that he began that languid stroking of his angry cockhead all along the crevice that heâd spread out so gracefully and politely.
Throaty gruntsâsome fading into soft, almost tender moansâfell on your ears in an increasing succession. It was enough to drive anyone far up the wall. Especially when heâd already given you such a clear-cut example and beautiful snippet of what was to come.
Almost on their own, your hips began to bounce back on him in the slight of chasing more of the friction that was your onlyâinadequateâsense of relief. âAww, âs the matter, pretty boy?â Once again, that patronizing coo of his pet name stole a whimpered complaint from your mouth. It felt mostly on deaf ears with your face being so submerged into the plush. âDoesnât this feel soo nice? Hm? Remember what we talked about..â
He cocked his head to the side, angling an eyebrow at you before planting an arm squarely beside your face, then using his free hand to guide your eyes up to his. âButtt..â
âI told you..â It was then that Satoru got to see the true effect of all his ruthless teasingâyou were already tearing up. His snow blues widened at the sight of the mild wetness that had begun to spring from your eyes and stain your cheeks. â..âS not enough..Iâm burning inside and youâre being fucking..mean.âÂ
Oh, but how could he not?Â
The entire night, youâd been casting glances, slipping words under your breath and essentially leading him all the way on. It wasâone ofâthe more irritating âjobsâ that heâd ever gotten but after having a taste of you..? Seeing how those pouty expressions became twisted and eventually fell away once you really started to feel it..how could he resist..?Â
âAh, I see now..â he drawled, lining himself up once again. Luminous depths all muddled with lust and something just simply carnal lurking behind them, his breath hitched and so did yours when he slipped the tip in. As much as you wanted to recoil, he held your face there, clawed nails softly digging into your cheeks. Mouth hung open above yours, his lips just ghosted with the heat of his every exhale. âIâm sorry, baby..you must be in agony, huh..? Youâve already had such a bad night..â
Inch by inch, he watched with hawk-eyes the gradual descension of your facial expressionâso needy, so fucking patheticâalll because of him.Â
Oh, that was just the half of it.Â
From this angle, this position..fuck was he reaching deep. Deeper than before it feltâand even then, he didnât stop until he was fit so snugly inside. âS-shit..might get fuckinâ addicted to this,â he huffed once again, then pressing his sweat-riddled chest against your fluttering spine. âLet me help you forget about all your problems..you deserve it. Just lie there, look good, and take everything I have to offer..âÂ
With that low mutter, he sealed your lips together and kicked up his rhythmâobscene and just downright filthy sounds coming from the connection between the two of you. Instead of the grind heâd grown and nurtured beforehand, his hips were slamming into you, making that harsh slap each time that his pelvis pressed up against the fat of your ass. It was enough to have your legs trembling just a few minutes in.
Over and over and over, just fucking pounding you in. Your moans and gasps for air were all swallowed up into his slick maw as he dominated the kiss with ease. His tongue was mapping out each crevice of your mouth. As much as you thought he tasted sweet enough to make your dentist fly into a furyâhe thought you tasted fucking divine.
âGod-damn, holyâkeep it arched like this..just like..ahhâŚâ He began to roll his head back but just as he did, your hand came up, tugging him back down over you by one of his horns. Maybe it wasnât such a good idea. A brief widening of his eyes and he was now hooking his big hands into the junctures of either of your hips, pulling you back with a harsh tug that made the precision of his thrusts seem all the more brutal.Â
One hand firmly clasped on the protrusion of his head, ever-adjusting, another scrunching up your poor pillow as yet another round of tremors rang out through your spine. Your lips were fallen open in such a blissed out way that all manners of sounds were coming from there. Ranging from, âRight there..! R-right fuckinâ ohhh..!â to strings of, âS-slowâ mhn..! Canât take..haah..â It was so endearing how you couldnât even properly place what exactly it was that you really wanted.
Slithering a hand from its holster, he wrapped around, once again laying his chest on top of you but this time sinking his weight down into you in a way that made your body tense and you couldâve sworn you heard the zip! Signaling a short circuit in your brain when your prostate was dug into sooo fucking deliciously.Â
What definitely wasnât helping were the fingers that had found your sorely forgotten shaftâleft to leak endless strings of pre down onto your sheets as you were dicked down into them. Methodically twisting his wrist on the upstroke, he eventually noticed how your ass was rutting back against him, encouraging him to continue his relentless pursuit. âI canât..hngh..make you outâŚâ heavily panting, he began to leave the back of your neck and shoulders branded with the map of his sharp canines and incisors.Â
Another one of those hearty chuckles, just a little less throaty and more breathless than anything and he was kissing up along your shoulders. âYouâre really something, yâknow.â
â..âToru...â
âYess, handsome?â That purr was enough to make you flush, maybe even a bit more than how he was literally jerking you off while keeping at a standstill inside.
Pulling your face up and out of the small huddle youâd made amongst your arms, you gave him that glossy-eyed look. Oh you felt him throb. âIâm..getting close againâŚâ
âOh yeah? Aaand..youâre getting close to..what, exactly?â Even now, he wasnât letting up on his teasing, sliding his fist up to create a lewd squelching sound along your weeping tip. A careening moan stopped what you were going to say next but it was so cute to hear you struggle to form the most basic of sentences.Â
â..Fuck.. âm gonna cum..â
âAlready?âÂ
His response made your cheeks stain with crimson once more as you then coyly nodded along. âI want you to..cum with meâŚYou didnât before.âÂ
God.Â
Maybe he was just turned on or maybe it was his heart melting, but that ignited something inside of Satoru that he couldnât explain. All that you knew was that he was practically smothering you now, big, strong arms gathered around your head as he buried his face into the crook of your neckâfucking ramming his cock deeper and deeper with all due haste.
Your fingers came up to scratch at his biceps, clawing at the skin there as your voice grew louder and louder, more and more strained and finally being dulled out by the pillow whilst you were sent barreling over the edge. Incoherencies flowing from your mouth like a fountainâakin to how your dick was pumping out rope after rope of burning release onto the sheets. It didnât help that even when your body grew rigid and you were shuddering through your climaxâhe kept going.
âFuck, fuck, fuuuck..â Chanting over and over, each weighted slap of his balls up against your sore taint was plowing you through your already-powerful orgasm and straight into overstimulation. He wouldâve been more gentle, wouldâve stopped and maybe rubbed the rest out after you came but the way your hole was fucking clinging to himâas if begging him to stayâhe knew that was a lost cause.
His breathing faltered, got caught in his throat a few times before he was whining in your ear. It was hard to make sense of, given your deliriousness and the fog that was beginning to mar your psyche but something along the lines of, âMy name, f-fucking say my name..â he pleaded. âWanna let this..whole fuckinâ neighborhood know whoâs the first..whoâs the best fuck youâll ever have.â
In a blind state of compliance, you tried your hardest to follow his command.
âSatoruââ
âFucking wrong.â He bit.
Trying again, you rolled your neck off to the side, resting your cheek down into his forearm as you helplessly mewled underneath him. So close already, his cock was pulsing inside of you with each rapidfire, short stroke he made. âJesus fuckinâ--ahh..! âToru, âToru..oh my fuck, âToru..!â With how syrupy sweet his name sounded on your lips, it was no surprise at all when you felt the first spurts of cum begin to paint your insides when you said it.
âToru, Toru, Toruâ over and over--he rode out every last second of his climax with deep, guttural groans of your name, essentially returning the favor a bit. By this point, your mind was already swamped with pleasure that had long since had your eyes simply rolling. That burn had begun to dim down and it seemed as though he was spent as wellâfor the most part.
Basking in that pretty afterglow, he finally let some of his weight stop pinning you down to the mattress and opted for leisurely laying on top of you. âHey, not too bad at all for a first timer.â like a switch was flipped, he was right back to his casual, smug demeanor. Still out of breath but steadily regaining his senses, he brushed back a few strands from your face before letting his softening shaft slip out. Teasing the tip a bit before the pop! rang out, almost immediately his load started to drip down your thighs.
Only then did you let your hips sink back down with an unceremonious fall.
He glanced over the sight with rapt attentionâhe couldnât help but glide his fingers through the mess heâd made of you. You felt a small shiver run up your spine when he did, lifting your head up and off of the pillow just enough to look back at him through your tousled locks. âSeriously, Satoru?â
âAww, what? I liked it when I was âToruâ.â Heâd whined with a feigned look of dejection.
Rolling your eyes, you turned over on your back and to your surpriseâthe mark was gone. âHey, where didââ
âItâs temporary,â Cutting you off just a bit, he smiled. âI came inside, I helped you out, anddd..my job is done.â
Slowly but surely, you watched all of his otherworldly features begin to retreatâhis horns disappearing back into his hair, wings folding up and sliding back into place inside his shoulder blades. It looked..painful, but he hadnât really flinched.
âDoes that not..hurt at all..?â You inquired, gesturing toward the clear expanse of skin where his horns had been before.
All he did was shrug it off, bringing a hand up to his neck as he scratched the back of it lightly. âHuh..? Ah, I guess not. Itâs sort of like..when humans naturally lose teeth. Orrr, growing and cutting off nails.â
âKinda gross.âÂ
âYou didnât seem to find any part of me gross a few moments ago,â Swinging his long legs off to the side of the bed, he leaned down to tug his pants back on, keeping his belt messily undone. In another moment, he stalked over to your bathroom and you sat up a bit straighter, pulling your legs into yourself a bit. Your face fell as you thought it was simply over just like that. Well, until he came back with a towel from the cabinet. âHumans are so odd. Keeping towels in such placesâthey go on racks.â heâd grumbled as he made his way over to you.
Stepping back into frame, he saw the way your face was just a few seconds away from tearing up. âWhatâs the matter? Donât tell me youâre hurt somewhere..â his features fell somber as he cupped your face, tilting it upward to look back at him.Â
âN-no itâs..nothing.â
He gave a harsh scoff and once again pulled that smug smirk. âUhuh. âNothingâ my sweet ass. Talk to me, pretty boy.â
âI just thought..youâd stay a while longer.â Your eyes sideswiped away from his and all Satoru could do was smile even harder, dragging your face to his lips. Peppering kisses wherever his mouth could reach, you soon felt your face growing hotter. âFuckâquit it..! Whatâs up with you-?â
Once again, another burst of laughter and he tugged away, unfurling the towel and wiping down all of your sullied limbs and taking extra time to tend to where heâd been paying the most attention beforehand. Knelt in front of you, cleaning off your inner thighs, he was humming lowly to himself. Your fingers carded through his white head of hair enough for him to look up at you with a raised eyebrow. âIs this the part where you say âI love youâ and you ask me to stay the night?â
âYou ruined the moment, so..Iâll skip over the first part and just say thanks for helping me not be an adult virgin anymore.â You remarked with a small flick of his forehead.
Shrugging, he chimed back, âSo I can still stay over?â
âOf courseâmy couch is always open for freeloaders.âÂ
That was enough for him to know where he stood and get back to cleaning up his mess.
A/N: Kind of my debut into this scene..! You lot showed so much love to the mlist alone! I hope I characterized my precious âToruâ well, I took inspiration. More on the wayâenjoy the first commandment. đ§§