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"mmh— ah—" you moan, fingers plunging deep into your pussy as you chase your high. "fuck,"

footsteps approach but you're much too busy fingering yourself to notice the white-haired man that stands tall in your doorframe.

"hey— woah!" he flinches back and he instinctively looks away only to soon look back. "holy shit, without me?" he smirks.

the sudden voice makes you pause. "what the? what are you doing here?"

"just thought i'd just stop by but damn," he whistles in admiration, seeing your skin coated with sweat and fingers buried deep into your wet cunt.

you take your digits out of your aching pussy. "learn to knock,"

"the door was wide open and i guessed i could just let myself in," he replies.

you let out an annoyed sigh because there was really no argument on why your door was wide open. "get out, or pay if you want to stay," the roll of your eyes unmissable. of course, you weren't expecting him to pay at all.

shifting uncomfortably, you wait until he leaves but to your surprise, or maybe not, he doesn't and that earns him a suspicious glare from you.

"what?" he asks, tilting his head. "why aren't you continuing?"

"cus you're still here," you reply.

"name your price," he answers.

"what?" your mouth is left agape and eyes wide.

"you said if i paid, i could watch so name your price," he says, getting closer to the bed that's stained with evidence of your previous orgasms.

"i was kidding. just stay if you want," you let out another sigh for the umpteenth time and start rubbing your folds, feeling the ache that burned through your veins finally starting to be relieved.

he bites his lip. "yeah there we go..." he coos, watching as your legs begin to become increasingly shaky and desperate. "just keep fucking yourself, you're doing so good,"

kento's the bodyguard that's been assigned to you by your father. but in truth, he hates being your bodyguard.

why?

you may or may not ask, but the answer is simple: because you're a fucking brat. he'd rather be any other person's bodyguard than yours.

you like to sneak away and hook up with strange men you don't recognise at parties, which usually ends with him having to watch you do it with another man to ensure that everything runs smoothly.

since at some point, the guy started uncontrollably choking you so nanami's had to step in and save you.

he watches you fuck another guy every other week at parties— or technically another guy fucking you.

he watches you mewl, moan, and beg for the assailant to go faster, deeper, harder. his eyes follow your body that's being pounded into the bed, feeling the tent in his pants strain, pushing against the fabric in desperate wish to escape. but he can't do anything about it aside from jerk off to it in private.

the final push was the moment he breaks at a party.

he chases you like a predator with their prey, following you through the crowds of people, eyes carefully never letting you leave his sight.

his hand catches your wrist.

"let go of me," you demand.

"no, i can't." he replies firmly.

"yes, you can!" you scowl, giving him a hateful look.

"do you want me to handcuff you to me?" he threatens, but you just glare at him before picking up a glass of whatever liquid and raised it up to your lips... only for your wrist to be caught by your annoying body guard. "no, you are not drinking that."

"what— why?" you whine, balling up your hands into a fist but you refrain from letting it meet his face, because you can't destroy the last exciting part about him.

pinching the bridge of his nose, he takes a sharp inhale. "because it's not safe."

"how would you know that? you never let me do what i want; it's like you can't mind your own business," you reply, rolling your eyes at him.

"you don't know if it's safe— heck, you don't even know the bartender. and you are my business. i was assigned to protect you," he answers.

you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time and somehow the next thing you know was he's spanking you in the bathroom.

hard smacks to your ass by his huge palm, the same one that usually beats up guys who gets too touchy. now, he's hitting you for a change.

he barely even bats an eye when he sees that you're not wearing panties, because of course, you decide to wear basically nothing. he's holding you by the waist, making you lean forward to give a good angle of your ass with your skirt hiked up above it.

his strong arms are surrounding your waist tightly, making it hard for you to move. but the sharp cracks of your protector's hands meeting your behind takes over. it's the only thing you can feel while all you can hear is loud spanks filling the room.

it hurts. you're turning red with each hit in both pairs of cheeks.

"k-kento!" you shriek. "i-i'm sorry! i learnt my lesson! i promise!"

he watches your tear-filled eyes look at him with disgust.

"it doesn't seem like you are," he rubs your plush skin.

"i-i am!" you pout.

he finally lets go of you. "get up, and bend over the counter," he demands, and you comply.

you do as your told, shuffling in the cramped bathroom, feeling the cold marble press agaimst your breasts.

his pants are quick to unzip, as if he's been waiting for this.

"look at yourself in the mirror," he commands authoritatively and you lift your head to see.

you're a mess, eyes blood-shot red and hair messy. it's a sight to see for him.

his tip probes at your entrance, giving a warning before the intrusion. "mmh— fuck— you're huge," you moan, feeling every length of his member pushing into you.

eyes rolling back, you bite back the moans that want to escape.

"can't be too loud. we can't get caught or else your dad will separate us and we can't do this anymore. you don't want that right, brat?" he whispers against your ear.

you shake your head aggressively upon hearing the moniker. "n-no!"

he starts to thrust. it starts out soft, and he speeds up, hips snapping faster until it's continuous hard thrusts sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body that you've never had before.

he moves at a rhythm you can follow before it becomes inhumane, forcing you to moan against his hand. you feel his hard member hitting your cervix over and over again.

you whine, vibrations dissipating in his palm, hips involuntarily joining in. he fucks you hard and soft. his thrusts are gentle enough not to break you but hard enough to send your body over the edge.

your thighs ached for relief, shocks of pain present in between your legs. you hate how it hurts so good. you hate how you chased your high with him.

but maybe he had some more use than just muscle to guard you.

waves of pleasure crash over repeatedly, before you go blank and come undone all over his cock, with him consequently doing so too.

white pearls of cum slowly seeped out of your hole, dripping onto the ground.

fuck.

honestly, it's a known fact that he's probably one of the type of men that can't afford you luxury items like purses, clothes, jewelry but you know what he can offer?

his dick.

he's got you whimpering and trembling as he rams you into the bed with his cock into you over and over again, roughly knocking at your cervix repeatedly.

he's so rough in all the right ways when he fucks you.

"ha-ah, you like that?" he grunts lowly above you while his toned abs is pressed against your back, allowing you to feel the dips and hills in the proximity. "i bet no other guy could dick you dumb like this huh?"

the knot in your abdomen tightens as the huge palms on your hips tighten and move you harder according to the rhythm of his thrusts, letting the tip of his member reach the deepest parts of you.

"t-toji! ngh—" you moan, mouth left agape, trying to catch your breath while he relentlessly pounds you. "y-you talk a lot— ngh— for someone who's dick is their only asset,"

"but you know you love it. see how you've called me for the fifth time this week?" he whispers in your ear so smugly that you want to wipe the shit-eating grin off his face.

"i'm sorry for wanting a bit of reli—" you pause from the feeling of him hitting the g-spot. "fuck, right there,"

you bite your lip as he continues hitting that spot. the sounds of lewd skin slapping and moans fill the room, along with the smell of sex that intensified by the second.

"p-please," you beg before letting out a soft gasp and cumming all over his cock.

he follows suit, painting your insides white with his essence. "you're mine forever,"

satoru looooves feeling the bulge of his cock through your skin of your stomach. he enjoys watching it enter and watching as it goes deeper and deeper before it reaches your cervix, but- oh! there's still some length left. luckily, he doesn't mind for the time being since you two can fix that later right? it might be painful but you'll take it. right?

the huge palm of his hand caresses the bump that forms on your stomach so gently, with such carefulness and deliberation it was like you were carrying his child (foreshadowing).

sometimes he completely forgets to move, and your desperate whines are the only thing that can snap him back to reality. you've been squirming and grinding on his member to try and get some friction for the past few hours, but he's just there, ogling your belly as if he had all the time in the world with you.

there's real dirty thoughts running through his mind like if you can take him so well, can he mend your hole into his shape? can he really push it all in if he tried? but he doesn't wanna hurt you just yet.

he worships you and your body soooo much. how could such a small body fit such a big cock inside?

he really believes you're a special being to be able to take him so well, and he's so glad to have found you. i mean, who else is going to pleasure him to the brink of no return?

finally, his hips start rocking back and forth sloppily, his flesh slapping yours in slow thrusts, gently assaulting your cervix before retracting and plunging again. it's so alluring how he can watch it happen from the outside, strong arms holding onto your hips, fingers digging into the meat, definitely going to leave some marks and bruises, but that's your problem for the future. he doesn't even realise how much he's restricting your movement with just his arms.

"t-toru..." you whine, toes curling and hands gripping his wrists tightly.

his head is thrown back from the pleasure and warmth from you, then he cranes his neck. "h-ha-huh?" he finally gets out of his daze and looks into your eyes, cock still pulsing and twitching inside your hole.

"y-you're really digging into my hips there..." you start to loosen your hands.

"i-i'm sorry-" he was about to apologise, before being cut-off by you.

you reach for his neck and pull him down to kiss him. it was short & sweet, only after a while, you let go to whisper in his ear: "don't worry, i liked it."

he smirks, pressing on the bump, inducing a whine as shocks of pleasure go through your veins. "does that mean i can go rougher?"

his cock is hard when it rests inside you so deep, stuffing you to the brim. you're sat on his lap and skimming through the contents of the books, trying to ignore the burning desperation in your core that's begging you to just... move.

he can feel you growing wetter. and it's making him more entertained by the second.

you shift.

"don't move, you haven't finished reading through the chapter yet." he whispers softly beside your ear, his hands on your arms as you freeze in fear.

"i won't, i won't," you roll your eyes, flipping through a page.

the chapter's fucking boring but the thought of a reward makes you reel. you're practically twitching and pulsing around him by the last page, begging for just a bit of movement— wanting release.

this means that the genotype is homozygous recessive.

"i'm finished!" you squeal, staring at him with wanting eyes.

"good," he grins. "quiz time!"

he starts bouncing you up and down on his cock slowly, hands moving your body so easily that it makes you terrified of his strength.

"so, what is an allele?" he asks.

"n-ngh... an alternative form of a-ah! gene!" you yelp, resisting the temptation to throw your head back and surrender to the pleasure.

because he's gonna stop at every wrong or unanswered question.

"and what's a gene?" he inquires again, pace growing faster and faster but quickly faltering when nothing comes out of your mouth.

"u-uh... i don't know..." you mutter disappointedly.

tsk. tsk. tsk.

he stops while you're halfway penetrated by his girth, letting only half of it sit inside you. "read the chapter again until you find it."

you're now sent back on a mission to find the passage, practically edged by the fact that he stopped moving. so cruel. so unforgiving.

he won't fuck you to the max until you've mastered the topic.

your eyes finally found the answer. "gene is the basic physical and functional unit of heredity!"

he loves fucking you in front of the mirror because he gets to see how your eyes roll back and brows close in as you cum all over him.

he pulls your hair back tightly so he can see the expression you make in the reflection— it's so mesmerising to him.

"ngh— cum, cum," he pounds you hard, feeling your gummy walls tighten as he speaks. "let me see your orgasm face, let me see the faces you make when you cum,"

the snap of his hips quicken, excitedly thrusting into you faster so he can see you make a mess.

"fuck— 'toru," you moan, wanting to rest your head on the mattress but he won't let you because then he can't see.

he goes faster until you start to twitch and pulse around him.

the pleasure takes over your mind, hips moving along to him. it hurts. your lower body is throbbing but you don't care. you need his cock inside you so bad. you need to cum desperately.

satoru's hand tightens a bit more as he feels you release all over him, admiring the lewd look on your face as you coat him with your essence.

"mmh, baby you look so hot when you do that," he moans, suspending your head up in the air, not letting go anytime soon.

he was never expecting anyone to be even close to matching his freak. let alone go above and beyond.

so imagine his surprise when you're all ready and prepared for him when he arrives home. so meticulously positioned in a provocative manner that would get his dick hard in seconds with your legs spread on the couch.

he stops.

he stares, hands that were occupied by the grocery bags left on the ground.

his eyes trace your frame, admiring every curve and dip of you. "is this for me?"

you giggle at his nonsense. "of course it is. are you not my man?"

"i guess i am," he smirks.

he goes between your legs, zipping his pants down until the tip of his cock shows— flushed red with heat. biting your lip, you awe the precum leaking from it as he lines his member with yours.

you let out a soft moan as you feel the intrusion, hole stretching out to accommodate his size and burning so good. you can feel your legs twitch as he starts to thrust slowly, admiring the way that your hole swallows him up so perfectly— like you're made for this.

because you were.

after all, you're the only one to outfreak him, right?

"faster," you whimper.

he speeds up, the sound of skin slapping in a crescendo. your eyes roll back so far that you're seeing stars, enjoying the friction that comes between your legs as you're conjoined to him at that point.

he fucks you so good. so well. it hurts.

how have you just met him a few months ago?

he grunts. "m-mhh- you're so hot. y'know that?"

"mhmm," you whine. "then fuck me harder,"

he grins widely, starting to grow increasingly rough with you as he jackhammers into you mercilessly. the tremble of your legs grew rampant, your body begging for release as his tip slams into your poor g-spot over and over again.

"satoru!" you whine, a final rush of pleasure coursing through you as you came and so did he.

his thrusts were rhythmic— using momentum to slam himself balls deep into your cunt with every snap of his hips.

the pleasure became so overwhelming that a signal rushed to your leg to kick him involuntarily. he stops. his cock was still buried into your soppy folds but he doesn't move.

you didn't mean to kick him away, but you did, and now, he's not so happy with you.

he grunts, a look of disbelief flashing over his face. "what was that? are ya' trynna run from my cock?"

"n—no, at least not on purpose," you whine. "i-i just—"

"does it hurt that bad? is it too big for you?" he cuts you off. "save your excuses, you're going to take it. besides, did ya' really think you can run from me?"

he hooks an arm underneath your back to lift you flushed against him, tightly locking you in the position, while the other moved to lift one of your legs that was so desperate to prevent him front continuing.

your body moves quickly to stop him but he's too strong.

"look at ya', fightin' me and all," he coos, watching in amusement as your helpless body limps as it realises you have no choice but to take him. "that's it, good girl."

the moniker makes you twitch underneath him. the angle gave him an advantage of easier access, which made it easier to assault your g-spot until you shook in his arms. his depredation on your already sore pussy kept going on.

"ha-ah, you tried to run before but now you're taking me so well," he teases, feeling as your hole flutters around him so cathartically.

the pleasure coils up in your abdomen, feeling as if you were about to combust. the lower part of your body ached as the sound of his member squelching into you reverberated around the room lewdly.

you moaned endlessly. "i-i'm sorry! i seriously— fuck— didn't mean to!" you try to reconcile with him but his pace only goes faster.

your pants grew faster as pain started to build up in your muscles from being stuck in a suspended position. your hands clawed at his back, trying to relieve the tension building up in your body.

"if you really are, you're going to take it, right? milk me dry until you're filled to the brim?" he responds, a grin decorating his lips. "or is it too much? are you going to kick me again? well, it's not gonna work."

you shake your head desperately as the sounds of skin slapping grows louder and increasingly rapid.

"take it, take it." he demands, giving you the last hard thrusts before letting you cum all over, bits of it spilling from the minute gaps.

he lets go of you, dropping you back onto the bed with a soft thud. you push yourself to lean onto the pillows, but he's quick to grab you again.

"no— no, we're not done until i say so," he grabs your hips before you fully collapsed onto the soft mattress that you yearned for.

and you feel the intrusion of his cock again, full of desire and hunger.

and he's not going to be so nice this time.

you shut your eyes as he enters between your folds, feeling his hard cock slowly inserting itself into your tight hole that stretches sooo well to accommodate his size.

it's so painful. dreadful.

you've always been disappointed when you say you can take it but always don't manage to do it. finally, you've chosen to try again and he was surprisingly reluctant. he was always on the rougher side in bed but you weren't expecting him to hesitate when you ask to cockwarm him full.

"are you sure you ain't gonna break all over me?" he raises a brow in suspicion.

"hey, i can't just take your tip only y'know. i gotta try to take all of you at some point," you roll your eyes.

"alright then," he accepts.

as promised, he puts you into a headlock and forces you to take it. you're stuck underneath him and his huge biceps are wrapped around your neck tightly.

"please..." you sob, clawing at his flexing bicep, but not saying the safe word. "is it done yet?"

"almost, you're taking me so well? see? i'm already balls-deep inside you? isn't that nice?" he coos, enjoying the tears that emerge from your eyes.

his toned abs rub against your back while you squirm. "ngh—” the sound escapes your mouth.

his pace is slow, deliberately letting you feel the burn from the adjustment that your pussy makes to let him in. he can't help the grin that graces his face while he's enjoying your cries and whimpers.

you try to run away but his arm that's locking you pulls you back in. "a-a-ah, you can't run away. you said you won't run away. this cock was made for you to take."

"there's no such thing, toji—!" you spit.

"well, there is and you're doing it right now," he replies smugly, relishing the clench of your gummy walls.

"ughh, just keep going," you groan, not wanting to hear anymore words from him.

and he doesn't move, he just keeps you there— flush against his chest and full of him. he keeps you in that position for the rest of the night, to mold your pussy into the shape of his cock so that it'll be easier for you in the future. aren't you so smart and considerate for his pleasures?

he was never expecting anyone to be even close to matching his freak. let alone go above and beyond.

so imagine his surprise when you're all ready and prepared for him when he arrives home. so meticulously positioned in a provocative manner that would get his dick hard in seconds with your legs spread on the couch.

he stops.

he stares, hands that were occupied by the grocery bags left on the ground.

his eyes trace your frame, admiring every curve and dip of you. "is this for me?"

you giggle at his nonsense. "of course it is. are you not my man?"

"i guess i am," he smirks.

he goes between your legs, zipping his pants down until the tip of his cock shows— flushed red with heat. biting your lip, you awe the precum leaking from it as he lines his member with yours.

you let out a soft moan as you feel the intrusion, hole stretching out to accommodate his size and burning so good. you can feel your legs twitch as he starts to thrust slowly, admiring the way that your hole swallows him up so perfectly— like you're made for this.

because you were.

after all, you're the only one to outfreak him, right?

"faster," you whimper.

he speeds up, the sound of skin slapping in a crescendo. your eyes roll back so far that you're seeing stars, enjoying the friction that comes between your legs as you're conjoined to him at that point.

he fucks you so good. so well. it hurts.

how have you just met him a few months ago?

he grunts. "m-mhh- you're so hot. y'know that?"

"mhmm," you whine. "then fuck me harder,"

he grins widely, starting to grow increasingly rough with you as he jackhammers into you mercilessly. the tremble of your legs grew rampant, your body begging for release as his tip slams into your poor g-spot over and over again.

"satoru!" you whine, a final rush of pleasure coursing through you as you came and so did he.

he loves fucking you in front of the mirror because he gets to see how your eyes roll back and brows close in as you cum all over him.

he pulls your hair back tightly so he can see the expression you make in the reflection— it's so mesmerising to him.

"ngh— cum, cum," he pounds you hard, feeling your gummy walls tighten as he speaks. "let me see your orgasm face, let me see the faces you make when you cum,"

the snap of his hips quicken, excitedly thrusting into you faster so he can see you make a mess.

"fuck— 'toru," you moan, wanting to rest your head on the mattress but he won't let you because then he can't see.

he goes faster until you start to twitch and pulse around him.

the pleasure takes over your mind, hips moving along to him. it hurts. your lower body is throbbing but you don't care. you need his cock inside you so bad. you need to cum desperately.

satoru's hand tightens a bit more as he feels you release all over him, admiring the lewd look on your face as you coat him with your essence.

"mmh, baby you look so hot when you do that," he moans, suspending your head up in the air, not letting go anytime soon.