NASTY GIRL

"ngh," your thighs try to clamp down around his head at the new stretch, but his free arm keeps you locked in place. sometimes you hate how strong he is. you close your eyes and take each wave of pleasure as they come, but a twinge in your lower belly has them snapping open again. "wait, waitwait — yuu," you gasp, the huge soda cup your boyfriend had insisted on you drinking earlier catching up to you. "i gotta pee."

you look down just as yuuji's eyes flick up to meet yours, inquisitive from between your thighs. he pulls his tongue out, but instead of stopping his assault on your pussy, he redirects his attention back to your clit with a few kitten licks.

"didn't you hear me?" you groan. "i have to pee, get off."

"hm? just hold it."

you're going to kill him one of these days. "i can't just hold it," you tug at his hair harshly. "you don't get it, you're not a girl. pleaase, yuuji, i'm gonna pee my pants."

yuuji just smiles. he pulls his fingers out and licks a stripe up your messy cunt. "don't worry. you're not wearing any pants! hah."

you don't have the willpower to chide him. all you want to do is cry, and you're so close to doing so. you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath in, nose crinkling up in concentration as you try your hardest not to wet the sheets and embarrass yourself.

it's only once yuuji realises you're on the verge of tears that he pulls himself up (though not without one last kiss to your clit) and climbs over you.

"hey, don't cry," he frowns, holding your face in one hand and stroking your hair back with the other. he presses a wet kiss to your cheek, his lips still glistening with spit and your fluids. "i'll make it all better, mkay? don't even worry. i'll fix it — 'm sorry."

you open your eyes, about to thank him and push yourself to get up and rush off to the toilet, but he doesn't let you. with one strong hand, he presses down on our tummy, and he uses the other to pull his stiff cock out of his boxers.

"w...what?" you look down as he lines himself up with you and slowly pushes in, increasing the pressure on your abdomen with each inch he sinks inside of you. "wait... what are you doing?"

it's when he's about halfway sheathed inside of you that yuuji looks back up to your face and meets your gaze with blown-out eyes. he looks pathetic, messy-haired and breathing through his mouth. "i- i was going to make a joke about plugging you up, but now i'm inside of you and i really want you to pee while i'm like this."

you're so shocked that the pain in your bladder is hardly noticeable. "what!?" you gawk. "are you crazy? do you have a fever?"

your boyfriend shakes his head, biting his bottom look and looking like he's about to pop a vein. he's flustered for once, and looking down at you with that glossy look in his eyes that he gets when. he's right on the edge. you want to slap him across the face for being so lewd, making such a joke, but your bladder is about to burst, and if he doesn't get off in the next few seconds you're going to—

oh, god.

yuuji presses down even firmer on your tummy as you fail to hold it in, like he's trying to encourage the most humiliating moment of your life. with a gasp from you and a strangled moan from him, you let it go — piss flows straight out of you and down onto yuuji's cock where he's sheathed inside of you. he feels it coat the length he hasn't yet pushed in, and then run down to his balls, and stick to his thighs as it rushes down to soak the sheets.

his jaw goes slack, and just as you think he's about to pull out and exclaim his disgust; that he was just joking and you weren't meant to actually pee on him, he folds the fuck over and starts rutting into you like a dog in heat. your stream of pee doesn't end, still flowing out of you in all sorts of directions as yuuji fucks you hard and fast, balls slapping against your ass, hand still pushing down hard on your belly.

"ohmygodohmygod," he's the one who seems like he's on the verge of tears now, face red as he pulls out suddenly and, as your stream settles down into a trickle, pumps his cock a few times before shooting his load all over your piss-soaked cunt. "fuck. fuck. that was..."

"i'm so sorry," you blurt, hiding your face in your hands. "oh my god, i peed all over you."

yuuji is silent for a moment. and then he laughs, his whole body shakes with the force of it, and when he pulls your hands from your face and presses a kiss to your lips, you forget all about feeling embarrassed.

until, of course, he lowers himself back down to eat you out again. all you can do is whine as his tongue laps up the mess of pee and his own cum that covers your now-sticky folds.

Poor Satoru who thinks that if he makes you, a virgin, orgasm hard enough with his tongue, you’ll be too spent to attempt at intercourse again. He awkwardly stumbles and falls face first into your pussy a few times as he sucks and licks fervently, because he has to somehow give you the best head of his life with his hands tied behind his back while he balances on nothing but his knees.

He’s successful that day, you can barely stand up for almost thirty minutes after he works his magical tongue on you. He coos sweet nothings into the side of your head with your slick still fresh on his tastebuds as you cuddle him in the afterglow, soothing you because part of his heart aches in guilt that he made you cum. Somehow, you’re the victim in Satoru’s eyes. A victim to what was likely a harsh childhood, to mean high school and college cliques, to boys your own age who treat women they don’t find attractive like they don’t have a right to exist, and to a lack of a companion you can rely on to never leave you.

Satoru can’t hold back the strangled groans clawing their way out of his throat when you finally get used to foreplay for a few days and have extra energy to spare for true fucking. He found his brows pinched in concern and tried to comfort you when you panicked at the full feeling in your stomach after sliding the entirety of his well endowed cock into you. You almost took off his chains so he could rub your clit to make it go smoother for you when he genuinely offered— saying something about the most important thing being your comfort, no matter the circumstances.

But then, your elastic insides get used to the stretch faster than he expects and Satoru starts to feel like maybe he’s getting a little too old for this type of sex, because you’re akin to a little bunny the way you hump his lap. He just can’t deny how pleasurable it is to be fucked and sucked in by your wet, little pussy. It’s not like he can do anything about this happening, all he can do is attempt to helpfully talk you through this process and hopefully make this easier on you and your body in the long run, fighting to push comprehendible words of advice and genuine inquiries of how you’re feeling out of his lips through the blinding pleasure.

Satoru told you what to do when, and if, the situation ever comes up where he expresses to you that he’s going to ejaculate. 1. Take that deep breath he taught you to stay calm, 2. stop all stimulation, and 3. dismount his penis completely— also! at least wait until he or you has cleaned all traces of sperm from his penis if you wish to have more intercourse after.

But when Satoru shakily breathes out a clear enough warning of imminent orgasm, you do the exact opposite of his little field guide on how to responsibly have recreational sex. You grit your teeth and bounce harder as he frantically attempts at questioning what you’re doing and if you remember what he told you. And when he lets out a particularly loud and aggressive, “fuck!” followed by a deep, primal, involuntary thrust up into what’s milking him, you instantly stop humping so he can properly inseminate you with your eyes absolutely rolling. You can feel the muscle contractions within his cock jerk and twitch inside your repeatedly vacuuming walls, and you can’t feel the sperm, but you just know that his warm cum is filling your cervix.

To an extent, Satoru understood you just wanted to fuck around and have fun like any other young horny college student, I mean, fuck, he actually gave you permission to hump his dick for this exact reason; it’s is why the field guide was discussed, but this? This is real shit, real life, getting pregnant will change your entire life forever.

For the first time since he’s been taken by you, he’s looking at you like he’s horrified as his body breeds your fertile, welcoming cunt. A few whiny grunts slip out behind his unstable breath and his features twitch behind the shocked expression, showing the deep white hot pleasure pushing through. And then you kiss him. Connected at the top and the bottom of your bodies, kissing him with such a clear passion, yearning for love and care, that Satoru feels that sympathetic pang again, the need to nurture your lost soul.