𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲

“you always nag at me ryo, and every time you do i make sure to come back even more drunk than i was before." and you flash your pretty smile at him despite the sickly sweetness of your tone.

all sukuna can do it grit his teeth and hold his tongue because god knows what he would do if he didn’t hold himself back.

bodyguard!sukuna who has enough one night and follows you out only to find you giggling at some guy, letting his hands squeeze your waist and sukuna drags you out of the club before you know it.

“such a fuckin’ brat.” he glares as you stumble next to him. “why can’t you use that little head of yours to listen.”

you’re already drunk, vision a little hazy but you still can see sukuna, his mean scowl and pretty eyes. your hand grips his bicep, wondering how it’d feel like to have him put you in a headlock as he fucks the shit out of you. your fingers trail over his chest as you suppress the giggles threatening to burst.

“are you really that dumb to let some sick fuck grope you?”

“he wasn’t even touching me that bad–” you mumble, words slurring as you sway.

sukuna stops walking and you tumble at the sudden halt. but that’s when you feel it, his body, rigid like something ugly snapped into place.

“that bad?” he repeats, low. dangerous.

he turns to face you, eyes burning as they rake over your face, the lazy smile you don’t even realize you’re wearing. his hand comes up, gripping your wrist – not rough, but firm enough to keep you still.

“you think that’s the point?” he mutters. “you think i dragged you out of there because i’m bored?”

you blink at him, lashes heavy. “you’re…loud.”

his jaw clenches.

for a second, it looks like he’s going to say something but he swallows it down.

“tch. of course.” he scoffs, releasing your wrist only to grab your shoulder instead, steering you forward again. “too drunk to understand why i was about to break his teeth in.”

you stumble, laughing softly, leaning into him without thinking. “you’re mean when you’re jealous.”

that makes him freeze again.

“i’m not jealous.” he snaps immediately.

you hum, unconvinced, resting your head briefly against his arm. “then why’re you so mad?”

you lift your head slowly, faces suddenly far too close. you can feel his breath, warm and uneven, see the flicker in his eyes as they drop to your mouth.

for half a second, he doesn’t move.

for half a second, it feels like he might lean in.

his hand tightens on your shoulder – then he pulls away sharply, turning his face aside like he’s been burned.

“walk.” he orders, voice rough. “before you make me do something i won’t take back.”

bodyguard!sukuna who decides after that night to put distance between the both of you despite the aching pull towards you he knows he can’t. because if he so much lay one finger on you, your father would have shot a bullet through his skull. 

bodyguard!sukuna who sticks to the strict parameters of his job, making sure you’re safe, making sure you’re where you need to be. he doesn’t let his mind venture and he decides to ignore his racing heart whenever you’re near.

bodyguard!sukuna who notices that you’re sneaking out less. he notices that you’re asking to spend more time with him, and sukuna can’t deny you anything so despite his promise to himself he agrees to go with you. he lets himself talk to you, indulge you in whatever you want. he lets himself care and he doesn’t realise it’s too much until it's too late. 

bodyguard!sukuna who hears about your arranged marriage proposal from your father. he's stunned at first, something ugly twisting in his gut when he hears the man who raised you talk like he’s auctioning you off. but he can’t do anything, can’t say anything, because he has no right.

bodyguard!sukuna who knows you've found out when you come barging into his room, eyes teary and chest heaving.

“you knew.”

not a question. an accusation.

he didn’t bother lying. “yeah.”

“and you didn’t think to tell me?” you demand. “not once? not after everything, after all the time you spent hovering over me like you had a right to–”

“lower your voice.” he snaps automatically.

you laugh, brittle and wet. “now you care?”

“it wasn’t my decision,” he says. “it’s an arrangement between families, i have no say in that and you know it.”

“i didn’t ask whose decision it was.” you cut in sharply. “i asked why you let me walk around like a fool.”

sukuna can only look away, eyes fixating on anything other than you.

“you didn’t say a word.” you continue, anger bleeding into grief. “not when you walked me home. not when you stood between me and everyone else like you had a right to.”

“i was protecting you.”

“from what?” you whisper. “the truth?”

your eyes burn with tears as you try desperately to keep your sobs in. the man that you thought you had built a connection with, the man who had spent years by your side letting you go like you meant nothing at all.

“i was doing my job.” sukuna finally looks at you, gaze suddenly hard as he reminded himself of his expectations. “i was simply doing what your father said–”

“well i’m sorry then.” you seethe, sobs threatening to break through but you keep still, head held high. “i’m sorry that i asked so much of you. i’m sorry you followed me around, kept me company, made me laugh when i was miserable, made me feel like someone cared. i’m so fucking sorry that i fell in love with you.”

sukuna freezes, your words like ice over his veins. “you…what?”

“yeah.” you let out a shaky laugh. “i didn’t realise i was such a burden sukuna.”

you spit his name out like its venom. sukuna’s chest tightens but he can’t bring himself to say anything. you watch as he doesn’t move, doesn’t step closer and your heart breaks even more. you swallow, trembling as you back away.

sukuna watches as you leave and he feels the iron fist around his heart grasp tighter and he tries to convince himself that this was right. that he made the right decision. yet deep down all he could see was your broken expression and the light that was always in your eyes die.

He was younger than you – definitely, with his large black frames sitting on his nose, fitted white shirt clinging onto his body. College? Maybe? Old enough to work as a bartender but not old enough for you to consider dating. 

“Ma’am–”

“Don’t call me that.” You groan, palms covering your face. It was embarrassing enough that you were in this position in the first place but to have a hot younger guy calling you ‘ma’am’ only made things a hundred times worse.

“I’m sorry.” Satoru winced at your reaction. “You just…” He surveys the cream blouse you have on and the blazer you discarded on the chair next to you as well as your bag. 

“I know I’ve been overworked to death but I don’t think I’m old enough to be called ma’am.” 

“Right, yes, sorry. No, I didn't mean to offend you.” Heat pricked the back of his neck and he desperately placed his palm to cool himself down. “You don’t look old at all, I just thought since y’know…well you’re dressed all nice and you’re so pretty and I wanted to be polite and…”

You lift your head again as he trails off. “You think I’m pretty?”

Satoru’s ears blush pink and he clears his throat. “Yeah.” 

Frankly, he thought you were absolutely stunning and only today had he gathered the courage to speak to you. He’d been debating for the past week and a half whether to approach you but every time he wanted to you’d get up and leave, hastily checking your watch. But tonight you stayed longer than usual. Tonight he could tell you were particularly exhausted and that all you wanted was for the world to swallow you whole. He watched your pretty eyes flutter open in surprise and a small smile tug at your lips. A real smile. Not the fake practiced one you always gave as you left the bar. 

“You’re lucky I’m too tired to argue with you.” You murmured, feeling yourself smile faintly at his words. Your eyes lock with the silver name tag pinned crookedly to his chest. Satoru. You’d seen him around, serving drinks to customers, but you had never really talked to him before today.

You watched his fingers drum the bar counter — long, nimble ones that betrayed a restless sort of energy. He didn’t seem like someone who belonged here, under dim lights and half-empty glasses. There was a softness in him that didn’t fit the late-night routine of mopping floors and wiping down counters.

You sit up straighter, looking around to see that everyone else had already left and it was just the both of you. “I guess I should start going then. I’m keeping you from getting back home.” 

Satoru shook his head quickly, almost tripping over his own words. “Oh no it’s fine! I mean, yeah I need to close up but it’s no rush, I don’t have anywhere important to be.”

You raised a brow. “No thrilling Friday night plans?”

A sheepish grin spread across his face. “I’ve got a physics textbook and some assignments but that’s about it.”

A laugh slipped past your lips and it startled you how easy he could disarm you. A pink flush settled itself on Satoru’s cheeks as he pushed his glasses up his nose. He reached for a glass to dry, masking his own amusement. 

“Physics major huh?”

“Yeah, I work here part-time to cover tuition.” He continued stacking glasses, busily wiping down the table. “It’s not exactly the glamorous student life they promise you in all the brochures.”

You continued to watch as he flitted around the bar, occasionally nudging his black frames higher as they slipped down. A quiet silence stretched across the both of you, your lips part but you close them quickly as he turns back around.

It wasn’t that you didn’t notice him. You had. Every time he slid over your drink with a shy smile and a nod your heart would do something annoyingly teenage. His snowy white hair that fell into his blue eyes. Sometimes you’d watch as he mixed drinks and mumbled to himself when he thought no one was looking. He was cute and you weren’t blind but he shouldn’t have pulled your attention the way he did.

Satoru was young. The kind of young that reminded you of how fast life moved, how the years blurred and bled together. How work has plagued most of your 20s with looming deadlines and sleepless nights. Yet, whenever your eyes met his, your chest would tighten with something that felt dangerous. You hated how your mind wandered to his hands, his voice and the way his biceps strained against his shirt. A familiar heat gathered in between your thighs and you let out a breath, trying to calm yourself.

You shifted on your chair, pressing your thighs together under the counter like you could will the thought away. Get it together. He was probably seven or eight years younger. The kind of age where you were meant to be free from worries but here he was, working away to pay off his debt. 

He looked up, bright blue eyes catching yours. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You managed to breathe out, voice a little too high. “Just thinking.”

Satoru smiled, leaning his elbows on the bar. “Dangerous thing to do at this hour.”

Something about the way he said it, the low, teasing edge in his voice, twisted the space between you. You became acutely aware of how late it was, how empty the bar had become, how the lights seemed softer now. You caught his gaze lingering on your lips before darting away, embarrassed.

You huffed out a laugh. “You don’t say hm?”

“This is the first time I’ve seen you happy y’know.” 

You pause at his remake, slightly stunned, before your expression melts away, a smile threatening your lips. “Do you study all your customers or am I just special?”

“Definitely special.” Satoru grinned, newfound confidence surged through his body, and your heart did a stupid flip. “Didn’t think you could actually smile, though. I was starting to think you were secretly a robot.”

You gasp mockingly. “I smile all the time.”

“Not like that.” He said simply, hand reaching to clean another glass. “Not the real kind.”

Your pulse quickened as you let out a light laugh. “Careful Satoru, I might start thinking that you’re into me.”

“What if I am?”

Warmth crawled under your skin. You blink, voice caught in your throat. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling a grin threaten to break through. Dangerous. That’s what this was.

“Bold when you don’t even know my name.”

“I do.” Satoru fished out the missing employee ID card you had been looking for this morning. He points to where your name is, murmuring it back. “You left it here yesterday by accident after ranting about how much you wanted to quit.” 

Your eyebrows shot up, half in surprise, half in embarrassment. “You kept that?”

Satoru shrugged, twirling the ID card between his fingers before setting it gently on the counter in front of you. “Couldn’t exactly toss it out. Plus, it gave me an excuse to talk to you tonight.”

You blinked, fighting a smile. “So you’ve been planning this?”

“Only a little.” He admitted, lips curling into a grin that was just on the edge of cocky. “I figured if I was going to risk my dignity, it should at least be for a good reason.”

The word hung there for a moment, vibrating in the quiet space between you. You felt heat rise up your neck even as laughter slipped past your lips. “You’ve got a dangerous amount of confidence for a guy still figuring out student loans.”

He grinned but didn’t back down. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just smart enough to know when something’s worth the risk.”

You froze at that, eyes meeting his, those impossible blue eyes that looked too open, too sincere. For a second, your witty retort evaporated, replaced by the thrum of your own pulse echoing somewhere behind your ribs. You swallow, trying and failing to keep the smile off your lips. God, you were far too old to be flustered by a younger man and yet here you are.

“Come on then, genius.” You said as you slid off the chair. “You can walk me home. Consider it field research.”

That caught him off guard. His lips parted, caught between surprise and delight as his hands paused. “Wait, really?”

You simply shrugged, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Cold feet?”

Satoru blinked, then smiled that same bright, boyish grin. “Not at all.” 

You brush past him towards the door. He grabbed his keys, fumbling a little as he tried to lock up, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like ‘best experiment ever’. When he finally caught up with you outside he looked breathless like he couldn’t believe his luck. The air outside was cold enough to bite. You caught a faint cloud of his breath when he fell into step beside you. 

You reached into your bag, fishing out your keys as you approached your door. You turned to unlock it and found him still watching you, hands buried in the pockets of his coat, the same cute smile spread across his face. You should’ve gone inside. Should’ve said goodnight and closed the door behind you. But instead, you lingered. 

“You coming in or are you planning to freeze out here?” 

Satoru’s eyes widened before his expression slowly broke into a pleased smile and he nodded, stepping through the door after you. Warmth enveloped you inside and you felt the comforting feeling of your home wrap around you. You turned to hang your coat but he was suddenly right there, close enough to feel the heat of his body.

You inhaled, steadying your voice. “You always look at people like that?”

“Only when it works.” 

A small laugh escaped and that was all the encouragement that Satoru needed. His hand brushed your wrist, fingers tracing circles on your skin. He looked at you, hesitancy melting away as you met his gaze. Your eyes flicked down to his lips and you held your breath as he closed the distance.

Satoru kissed you softly at first and you smiled, arms lifting to wrap around his neck, tugging him closer. He smiled against your lips as he let his hands wander drifting down to your waist as they found home on your hips.

“So pretty.” He murmured as he continued to kiss you. Your hands peeled off his coat, tossing it somewhere behind him. His thumb brushed over your jaw and you let yourself sink into the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

His kisses grew warmer, more confident. One of his hands slid up to your side and under your blouse. You inhaled sharply at his touch, his hot fingers grazing your skin. For someone who seemed so shy behind the bar it was like he knew exactly what he was doing. You pulled back just enough to look at him. Satoru’s glasses were slightly crooked now, hair mussed, blue eyes a shade darker, pupils dilated.

“Been wanting to do that since the moment you sat down in front of me.” Satoru sighed as his hand crept higher underneath your clothes. “You’re so beautiful.”

You lean in this time, slower, letting your own instincts guide you as you kiss him. Satoru moans into your mouth and you faintly notice how he’s pressing his hips against yours, the obvious outline of his cock prominent. Heat pools at your core and you leave every rational thought behind.

“Stay.” You whisper, lacing your fingers with his as you lead him further inside. Satoru doesn’t need to be told twice as he follows you.

The both of you barely make it into your room before you’re clawing at each other. His hands find your body and you gasp as he hastily unbuttons your blouse. His kisses go straight to your sopping pussy and your mind blurs. Satoru has you pressed up against the wall as he explores every inch of your pretty skin.

His tongue invades your mouth and suddenly the sweet kisses turn messy. Soft moans fill your room and you watch as his fingers inch closer and closer to in between your thighs. He tastes minty and fresh and you let him overtake your senses. 

“F-Fuck baby.” Satoru whines against your mouth as he feels how wet you are for him. His touch sends volts of electricity shooting through your bones and you try desperately to get more. Your body leans into his touch, grasping at him to be closer. “She’s so wet f’me, such a pretty pussy.”

You shudder as he traces small circles on your clit, fingers rubbing slowly as he places feathery kisses on your neck. Your hand grips at his forearm as your body jolts at the sensation. Satoru only watches in awe at how responsive you are as he drops to his knees. Never in a million years did he think this day would come. Where he would get to see the pretty pussy of the woman he’s dreamed about fucking.

“Wait ‘toru, ‘s been a while–” Your voice melts into a moan as he pulls aside your panties and gives your clit a kiss. Your hands thread through his hair, trying to steady yourself. “Oh my g-god!”

Satoru only grins at your reaction. His tongue laps at your wet cunt, coating it with his own salvia. You taste so good and he can’t help but want more of you. His hands dig into your plush thighs, face diving deeper in between. You feel him suck and spit, body keening at the feeling. Your body squirms but his hands stay locked, keeping you firmly in place.

“You’re so -hah- beautiful.” Satoru groans against your folds and you feel his nose nudge at your clit causing your hips to buck. His tongue licks greedily, plunging in and out of your needy hole. You feel the wet muscle fuck your pussy as his thumb drags down to stroke you.

You whimper, thighs trembling as you feel him eat like a man starved. You let yourself open your eyes and all you see is Satoru, glasses fogged and lips glossy. 

“Fuck ‘toru I– a-ah, please please please.” You whine aimlessly. Every movement he makes has you seeing stars and you need so much more. “I n-need you please, feels too much, I can’t–”

Your words only spur him on, lips pressing hot open-mouthed kisses on your pussy, his hands spread your legs wider as he sucks on your sensitive clit. The sounds turn lewd and lecherous and all you can hear is the loud squelching of your cunt as he devours you. 

Satoru moans as he feels you spasm around his tongue and he can only suck harder, fingers stroking your folds up and down. You nearly scream when you feel two of his fingers enter your hole, curling upwards as if he knew exactly where to hit. He thrusts his digits faster, letting the slick coat them, murmuring sweet praises, loving the way your pussy speaks to him with deliciously filthy sounds.

“You taste so fuckin’ good, mmmph, wanna ruin this pussy– gonna eat you out ‘til you can’t remember your name, fffuckk-”

Satoru fucks you intensely with his fingers, determined to draw out more pretty moans from your lips. He feels you grind your hips on his tongue and he nearly blacks out at how perfect you are. He savours your taste, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he feels you drip down his chin. 

His tongue drags against your pussylips and that’s enough to have the tight coil in your stomach bursting. You clench around his fingers, body writhing in his grip as you squirt your juices everywhere. Satoru only moans lewdly, pulling you closer as he shamelessly laps at your cunt. 

“S-Shit, fuck ‘toru– wait, nghh, ‘s too muchh!” You try to push his head away, feeling yourself drawing to another high as he fucks you with his tongue. “Can’t please, ‘m gonna cum again–””

“God yes, please cum again pretty, fffuckkk.” Satoru’s pussydrunk as he licks at your dripping pussy, eyes closed, moaning loudly as he drowns himself between your legs. “Cum f’me pretty.”

“O-Oh fuck!” 

Everything comes crashing down as you release your grip from Satoru’s hair, hands gripping at the wall, trying to find something, anything, to hold to steady your shaking body. You feel your pussy tighten, spasming as you squirt all over his mouth. All you can hear is the pornographic sounds and Satoru’s whines as he continues to place wet kisses on your thighs. 

Your body collapses as he pulls away and he luckily catches you before you fall to the floor. Fuck. Heat shoots to your cunt despite your previous release when you catch sight of the  younger man in front of you.

Satoru looks fucking delectable. Glasses askew and foggy, lips and chin covered with a shiny sheen. He raises his slick covered fingers, thick and stringy, sucking them before releasing with a lewd pop! sound. You don’t think twice as you tug him towards you, lips crashing down in a feral kiss. Your legs wrap around his hips and you whine when you feel the hard shape of his cock.

“Need you so bad Satoru.” You gasp when he lifts you higher, big hands covering your back.

“D-Don’t say that–” He breathes, shuddering under your touch as he guides you to your bed. You moan when you feel his body press on top of yours, watching as he gazes at you with those sultry eyes. 

Satoru peels his shirt off and your eyes fixate on the amount of muscle on his body. Holy fuck. You drift from his bulging biceps to the hard line abs and you can only think about how you would look crushed under him as he fucks your cunt raw. “Won’t be able to hold back pretty.”

“Please.” You beg and Satoru watches as you bring his hand to your puffy pussy. You glide his fingers through your folds and he stares entranced at the way he’s touching you. “Please ‘toru.” 

Satoru groans and any resolve he has evaporates. His hands are quick, fumbling as he frees his cock and your eyes widen. Fucking hell. He’s big, bigger than anything else you've ever seen. Your hands wrap around the base, watching as pre cum oozes out of his tip. Satoru lets out a low whine when your thumb swipes over to wipe his tip. His cheeks are flushed and you feel your pussy clench at the sight.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He slides his cock over your sensitive cunt, watching as you cover him with your slick. “Gonna fuck you s’good pretty, gonna pump you full of my cum and then you won’t be tired anymore.”

His words make your mind feel hazy and you squeal when he thrusts into you suddenly. The stretch is indescribable. You dig your nails into his broad shoulders, gripping onto him for strength as his cock stretches you out. 

All that Satoru can do is rest his forehead against yours as he lets out a shaky breath. You were so pretty, so beautiful and the way your pussy was squeezing him was sinful. He let himself feel the tight grip you have on him.

“O-Oh my goddd! Satoru, nghhh, f-fuck fuck fuck!” 

Your body convulses as he starts to fuck you. Satoru plunges his thick cock in and out of your slippery cunt, hips snapping to meet yours. He relishes the way your spongy walls wrap around him and every sensation drives him wild. The loud squelching sounds fill the room once again and it’s undeniable how fucking soaked you are and how easily you take his cock.

“Needa break this pussy so bad, shit, you look so fucking slutty like this.” He lifts your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he fucks you deeper, eyes transfixed on your cunt. “Look at her, creaming on my cock like a needy whore.”

You moan louder, feeling him pound your gummy walls. All your senses go into overdrive as he licks a long stripe up your throat, lightly nipping your ear. You throw your head back, pussy pulsating as your muscles ache from the stretch.

“Can’t believe I getta fuck this pretty thing.” Satoru says through gritted teeth. He watches as you devour his cock, pussy swallowing every single inch. “Gonna make you cum so fuckin’ hard baby, gonna – fuuuckk – gonna make you forgot about all your stress.”

You don’t even remember what was plaguing your mind before and every single work related problem disappears as you feel him plough your needy cunt. Satoru grins cockily when he watches your eyes roll back, lips parting as you let out moan after moan. Your chest heaves as you try to breathe shakily but the air is caught in your throat as his hips grind on yours. 

“Like it pretty? Like how I’m fucking your slutty pussy?”

You nod your head frantically, hands clawing at your sheets as you feel tears prick your eyes. “Love it ‘toru! I l-love it. Ah! Fuck! Love how you fuck m-me!”

You can’t stop the tears rolling down your cheeks as Satoru continues to split you open. Every movement has your body writhing and you can barely breathe anymore. He grips your thigh, lifting you higher as he hits the spot that makes you let out a strangled scream.

“Fuck yes, you’re so cute pretty.” Satoru watches your expression as it twists into pleasure. Sobs wrack your body as you shake from the sheer force at which he’s plunging into you.

Before you can blink, he has you folded into a mean mating press. He pins your arms on either side of your head, biceps flexing as he holds you down. You mewl at the newfound sensation. His cock fucks you even deeper as he crashes his lips against yours. When the both of you part there’s a string of salvia and Satoru groans at your lewd face.

“A-Ah! Ah! Ah– Satoru, gonna cum gonna cum, gonna nghhh–” You tighten around his cock involuntarily, feeling your body spasm as your orgasm breaks through your body.

“Cum f’me, yes fuck, g-god yes!”

Satoru doesn’t slow down, instead he picks up the pace, fucking you through your high. His thrusts turn rougher, hands caging you as he watches with lustful eyes. He’s hyper focused on the way your pussy flutters around him. All that’s in his mind is your pretty moans and the fact he finally has the pretty woman he’s wanted under him.

“W-Wait ‘toru!” You’re desperately crying out, body overspent. You feel your senses numb as he continues to pound your pussy. Your mind fills with pleasure and your vision blurs as you look up at the younger man. 

“I can’t wait pretty, gotta make sure you’re all nice and relaxed f’me hm?” Satoru hisses when he feels you clench around him. “Fuck– you wanted this didn’t you? Wanted some college kid to fuck you stupid. Wanted me to fuck you stupid.”

All you can do is nod, feeling overstimulated to the point of no return. Fuck everything else, all you could focus on was Satoru and the delicious stretch of his cock. Your pussy’s swollen and Satoru moans at the sight.

So fucking beautiful.

Your body arches into him and he can’t stop himself as he probes at your sweetest spots. You feel his cockhead squish against your spongy walls as he pummels into you.

“No wonder you were so stressed, just needed a good fucking didn’t you pretty?” Satoru grins cockily and you whimper at the sheer euphoria soaring through your veins. 

His fingers find their way down to your clit and you scream as he gives you a light pinch. It only makes his grin spread wider. He plays with your pussy, rubbing it sensually as he ruts into you. The wet squelching keeps you grounded and you feel your body convulse as he latches onto your nipple.

Satoru can’t get enough of you, his arms wrap around your body, pulling you closer towards him. Heat radiates off of you and he admires the way your body gleans with a layer of sweat that he can only imagine he’s sporting too. He sucks on your nipple, cock thrusting frenziedly, fingers teasingly playing with your clit.

“Look at you.” Satoru huffs out a laugh at your trembling body. He’s normally holed up in his dorm, flicking through pages of text and equations but not tonight. “You m-make me go crazy pretty fuck–”

“‘m sorry ‘toru, ‘m sorry please–” You don’t even know what you’re apologising for but it’s all your fucked out mind can think of as he drills into you.

“Yeah?” A loud thrusts makes the two of you moan. “Needa be doing my assignments yet here I am having to fuck you because you can’t handle your big girl job.”

Fuck.

Satoru’s words go straight to your core and your eyes roll back. He wasn’t wrong, it had been so long and now you were being folded in half as he shoved his thick cock inside of you. You throw your head back, bucking your hips as you feel your pussy tighten around him once more.

“‘m gonna cum, o-oh fuck, gonna cum please please please!” You thrash around in his arms, body not used to such overstimulation. 

Satoru watches you through his thick black frames and he decides in his mind that seeing this was so much fucking better than any other expression you were able to make. His hands grope your tits, squeezing them as you gasp. 

He groans as you clench harder around him. “Fuck– you’re gonna make me cum too with this greedy fucking pussy.”

“Inside, cum inside, p-please Satoru, need you so bad.” The thought of his creamy cum coating your walls is all you need to beg him to release inside of you. Your mind was simply filled with Satoru and all you wanted was for him to breed your pussy like it was his. “Please ‘toru, wanna feel you deep inside–hah!”

Satoru groans, quickening his pace. “So f-fucking needy aren’t you pretty? All you needed was for your holes to be filled.” 

“‘m cumming ‘toru– ‘m cummingggg!” You whine as you feel him continue to fuck into you at a relentless pace. 

And then it snaps. Your vision turns white as your eyes roll back and your back arches. Your whole body shakes and you can only scream as you cum hard. Satoru stares as your pussy spurts out translucent liquid, splashing him as your body rides out your high. 

Your vision returns as you feel Satoru dump thick loads of cum into your hole. You feel his warmth breach every wall and you feel your body swell. He lets out a loud moan, hips stalling for just a second before picking back up.

Satoru watches as a creamy ring forms around his cock while he fucks his cum deeper inside of you. He smiles cockily to himself, proud of the beautiful artwork he had created. 

“‘toru ‘s too much!” You gasp, body collapsing. “Can’t go anymore…”

“I know pretty.” He coos, sliding himself out of your gaping hole. Your pussy continues to spurt out thick stringy juices and he can’t help but attach his lips on your clit. “Just look so fuckin’ delicious.”

You let out a choked moan, too weak to even attempt to push him away.

Satoru laps at your cunt, fingers pushing his cum further inside. He admires the way your tight hole clenches around air and the way your thighs occasionally tremble when he nips at your clit. You simply let him stay there in between your legs, tongue probing curiously at your sensitive folds. 

After a while he finally pulls away, climbing up to lie next to you. You turn to face him, noticing how strands of white hair stick to his forehead. The both of you stare at each other in silence before breaking out into giggles. You lean forward, capturing his lips in a kiss and Satoru wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

“Careful pretty, gonna make me wanna go again.”

“What if I want that?” You tease, lips tracing across his neck.

Satoru scoffs at your playful remark before lifting you up. “Let’s get you cleaned up before we talk about a second round hm?”

And it’s silly how easy it is to let him take care of you. How easy it is for him to hold you close and for you to relax. Before you know it your eyelids are heavy and you feel sleep beckoning you over. The last thing you see before you fully let yourself go is Satoru placing a sweet kiss on your forehead as he tucks you in.

//

Morning came quietly. Not the usual blaring sun that you’re used to dreading. Just soft ambience filtering through your curtains. You feel warmth pressed to your back, catching sight of white strands of hair.

Right.

Last night.

You feel heat fill your body as you recall the events. A dull ache settles in your muscles. Satoru’s sprawled over you, arm wrapped lazily around your waist, legs tangled in your sheets. His face was buried against your collarbone, breath slow and even. You shift slowly and he stirs immediately. 

“Mm…morning.” He mumbled, voice low in a way that makes your thighs clench. His lips brush against your neck and you lean further into him. 

“Awake already?” You muse, watching as his eyes blinked open still heavy with sleep.

“Been awake, just didn’t want to move.” He pulls you in closer, grip tightening just a tad.

You ran your fingers through his hair, earning a sleepy hum. Up close, you noticed the faint marks along his neck and heat crept up your spine as memories resurfaced in vivid flashes. Satoru smiles and it only makes your chest warm.

“You’re so pretty, even in the morning.”

You laugh. “Prettier than last night?”

Satoru flushes red at your teasing, burying his head in a pillow. His pink ears peek out from under his hair and you giggle at his reaction. He looks up cautiously, eyes bright blue, studying your face. 

“Am I…” He trails off, words stuck in his throat. “Am I allowed to come over again?”

A second of silence stretches across the both of you. You look at his face, eyes wide and hopeful. You feel his thumb still tracing over your hips absentmindedly like it belonged there.

Your mind drifts to the long office nights. How your life had been so dull before he came crashing in last night. How rested you feel this morning with him by your side and how maybe you could let yourself have this chance.

“You don’t need to ask like that.” You say softly.

His voice is muffled, face half covered by the pillow. “I just– I don’t wanna assume anything.”

“I like seeing you.” You watch as he slowly lifts up, a smile curving at his lips. “And I liked last night too.”

His grin widened. “That’s a yes then?” 

You hum gently, leaning forward to press a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “It’s a yes.”

He exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath all along, arms tightening around you as he pulled you close. That boyish grin broke free, bright and unrestrained. Warmth spread through you as your fingers laced with his.

Satoru grins and you curse his beautiful face as he leans in closer. 

“Fuck angel, you know that get’s me hard.” And you almost slap him for spewing the typical nonsensical bullshit. Satoru lets out a laugh at your glare and before you can spit out a snide remark you feel a moan escape your lips. He pushes his cock teasingly into your pussy. “C’mon say what you want.”

“Please fuck me!”

The moment the words leave your mouth he doesn’t hesitate to thrust into you, filling you up with his cock. You whimper at the stretch, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation on its own. Satoru fucks you open, raw and feral, and you hear the lecherous squelching of your pussy.

“Fuck, so pretty.” He admires the prominent bulge in your lower stomach where his cock is. “Look at her angel, all f’me.” 

Lewd sounds fill the room and Satoru’s eyes are glued to the delicious way your pussy sucks in his cock. He loves this. Loves how you’re like a doll in his hands, one that he’s allowed to play with whenever he wants. One that he gets to fill up with his sticky cum and fuck until you’re a writhing mess.

“Too big, nghhh, ‘toru please please please, n-need you so bad.” Your mind is hazy as you feel he bullies his cock into your tight hole. All you can hear is the wet slapping sounds as his hip meets yours over and over and over again. His cock is pulsing inside you and the feeling is too good, so good even. He brings your hand to press against your stomach. 

“You feel that angel?”

You nod your head fervently, senses slowly getting lost. Satoru drags his hips out before snapping them quickly back to yours. The thrust has your insides turning to mush and you feel yourself melt to his body. Your pussy squeezes his fleshy cock as he pummels deeper and deeper inside of you.  

“You know what that means?” 

He leans down to whisper in your ear and you feel his hot breath fan across your skin, sending tingles through your bones. You shake your head, mind too foggy to think. Satoru chuckles, a hand coming up to grasp at your throat.

“It means you’re mine.”

The words alone make your mind go into overdrive and you gripped at the sheets pathetically. Satoru fucks you into the mattress with such force that the headboard hits the wall. Your thighs tremble with every movement and moans fall out of your mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck! A-Ah! 'toru oh my fuck-” Not a thought was in your mind as you let the lustful cloud settle over you. Your thighs go limp, eyes glossy with tears.

“You look so good stuffed with my cock angel.” He teases, sticking his lips out in a cute pout. “Wanna fill you up all day and night, fffuckk, your pussy’s the only fucking place I wanna be.”

Every expression that flits across your pretty face makes his cock throb within your plushy walls. His thumb comes up to rub away the tears streaming down your face. 

“Fucking crybaby, what happened to the mouthy slut, hm?” You whimper, hips lifting to meet him as you stupidly beg for more. Satoru grins wickedly, dragging his fingers down your cheek. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

Moans and whines pass your lips. Your arms reach out, gripping his broad shoulders as he fucks you harder. You feel the familiar sensation building up in your lower belly, swelling and swelling, threatening to burst. 

“You ‘toru!” You hiccup through sobs as he continues to fuck his cock into you. “Pussy belongs t-to you - ‘toru please, need to cum, wanna cum so bad, please please-”

Your eyes roll back you and your vision blurs into white. Globs of Satoru’s sticky seed fills your pussy and you clench around him, milking his cock. He stuffs you full, continuously pumping you full of his creamy cum as you scream, head thrown back and lost in the sinful pleasure. You’re too fucked out to register what’s happening but you hear the low cocky voice next to your ear.