it makes you arch your back like a shock of cold water hitting you, “a-aah, i wanna last ‘toru! i can’t” a hitched breath chops up your sentences as his smile reaches his ears, “c-can’t when you-” with your whining, he finds it harder to get his hands off of you now that he’s started— but it’s enough. clouding your mind and your judgement, he praises sweetly once more, “put it in and you’ll do great sweet girl, c’mon… you got it.”

defeated, you can’t help but clench around nothing when he speaks to you that way. it’s almost painful being so empty but satoru’s so good at fucking you— it’s just as bad as you both cumming within ten minutes of getting into bed.

though, what’s more is that you always seem to listen to his every word anyway!

halting your thrusts just above the tip of his head, it’s like your cunt drools at the sight of him— because as you lift your hips, sticky slick ribbons are what keep you two together even as you’re apart.

“huhghh shit.” there’s a sort of tremble in his voice: one that says satoru can’t admit how much this makes his cock ache— salivating as you hold him in your hands, groaning as he stretches you out and watching it disappear between your folds.

and the further he fills you, the more air escapes your lungs by just taking him in, “w-why’re you so fuckin’ big… ‘toru’s s’ big… i can’t-” but you’ve already made it this far. if you could only pick up your head, you’d see satoru is nothing but a fiend when he’s inside your pussy.

“so, so good for me, baby.” his hands caress your waist, eyes rolled so far back and his jaw gone slack, his drool could spill, “god, you’re so fucking good to me…”

slowly, an arm curls around your body, where satoru kisses the warm skin of your shoulder and the tender of your chest. he rests a big hand behind your head just before tucking you under his chin for comfort.

soft, the way he looks out for you in this state of mind. and by pressing one more kiss to your head, he grows weak and falls down on his back, the unoccupied hand resting by his head, “how’s it feel?” you hear his heartbeat racing, thumping against his chest.

“this cock you love to fuck,” you squeeze and he twitches, “i know it’s your favorite.” it’s a playful tease, chuckling with a raspy voice of need. it makes you lift your head off his body, craving a small peek as he pulls his arm away and leaves both resting by his head.

“you know why it’s my favorite, baby.” you match the same hazy smile on his face. dazed out of your minds, you clasp your fingers around his wrists, keeping you steady as your hips rock you back and forth.

clenching his hands into fists, satoru bites his lip when your cunt squelches the faster you begin slapping your thighs against his, “ha fuck- fuckkk, ride that dick, sweet girl— the way you know how.”

and you can’t say he’s the thickest— no.

satoru’s cock is just so long, so pretty with an added curve to his veiny shaft and his uncut head— he makes up for it, clearly— as you can barely lift your hips up high enough to sit back down on it properly. you’ve learned to give up and simply grind on it instead.

“god, it’s not fair- ‘toru,” it’s been six minutes at most, if you’re being generous at that— but your thighs feel like they’ve been set on fire and his cock keeps nudging at that puffy spot inside you, “f-fuck me. fuck meeee.”

he can barely hear your words from the light tingling feeling along his ears, but can you blame him? with this view: his angel, sitting up, head raised and arms holding onto his knees, fucking him with pretty tits bouncing as a response, who’s to say he’s not in heaven? “you’re doing amazing— so tight, that pretty pussy… i fuckin’ love her.” he brings his hands to your thighs then to your hips, caressing, “keep goin’ sweet girl, we’re so close.”

“huuugh, god. gooood. satoru,” it’s like he’s messing with your insides, fucking straight through everything and forming his own mold of himself inside your cunt, “i wanna cum. please, please, please.”

“hgh, yeah? yeah baby…” he agrees as you place your hands on his chest, rocking your hips faster, harder makes his cock graze further deep inside you harshly— “tell me why i’m your favorite, mmm baby? c’mon, please? hurryyy- need’ya t’ say it.” his words slurred.

you can’t contain the way he makes you scream anymore, the way satoru grabs your sides and forcefully grinds your pussy all over him, his cock, all at his own pace— the answer is painfully obvious. “satoru! oh my god-” his cockhead feels so hot, twitching when you feel oozing wet, your body sticky with sweat— you just can’t think.

you can’t think but you don’t need to— the answer comes naturally like it was sewed into you sometime, someplace before birth, “love you-” his grip tightens, “love you s’much,” he twitches at the thought of— “‘m cumming, cum’ng fuckkk, i love you, satoruuuu.” then, he’s cumming inside you too.

clinging onto your arms, he holds you down in a way that stops you from getting off and squirming away from him. collecting every drop he’s fucked into you, he won’t let that go to waste— “yesss, good job angel.” you droop your way back underneath his chin, safe in his chest, exhausted.

and while breathing heavily, satoru lays his hand behind your back, fingers doodling all across your spine, “my beautiful girl did so well.” he feels your smile form at that.

but he craves one more thing— one more thing and it’ll be perfect— “my beautiful girl,” he says, sitting you both back up with a hand by your nape and the other at the end of your back.

it holds you together for a moment but a moment is all he needs to press kisses over every curve of your face— your temple, your brow bone, your nose. “i love you more.” and one on the plump of your lips for good luck!

dilly don’t be cheesy challenge!!!! failed ❌ i’d like to formally blame @soumies + @shotorus for ruining my life and making this piece come true . . pussy was writing, not me!!!