“I love you, and fuck.. i love this skirt on you. Makes you look s’fucking delicious.” He says with his usual wicked smile, poking playfully at your stomach.

You grumble a few more negative words to yourself, glaring at the skirt as you swat his hand. Now you can’t put it back because Satoru already admitted to loving it too much.

As a matter of fact, he loved it so.. so dearly— that he had you bent over the family bathroom sink. Gentle music played over the speakers in the semi-formal restaurant you agreed on. That very same maxi skirt sat on your love handles, bunched up. Your panties probably somehere in Satoru’s pocket. (knowing his freak ass)

“I told you— y’looked s’pretty- you’re always s’pretty—“ He almost whined into your ear— paled cock filling you deliciously. His hips were sharp, harsh snaps. Every drag sent a sob tearing from your lips. “Fuck— shit, how did i get this lucky?” He groans deeply, another harsh snap of his hips. It felt like he was fucking bruising your cervix.

“toruuuu—“ you choked out, fingers gripping the sink like it was genuine life or death. Tears limed your waterline as his hand dug into the fat of your hips, he leans over your round-er form.. lining gentle kisses from your chin to your ear. Back and forth, up and down.

His other hand gently cradled your face, rotating it enough for it to be shy of uncomfortable. Enough so he could see the way your glassed eyes and wet lashes stared back at him— enough to watch your lips part with a gasp and whine every time his strong hips met the softness of your ass.

“Yeah? Feels good, sweetness? Feel pretty f’me yet?” He asks, knowing you couldnt respond with anything aside from babbles and whines. He hums in satisfaction.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughs, letting your cheek go as both hands grabbed onto your hips— well, for a split second. One of his hands travel to massage your ass, groaning as he watched it move and jiggle from the force of his thrusts.

“— ‘ll never understand how you dont love this pretty body— all nice n’soft—“

He murmured more to himself. He felt you clench around him like a vice when he spoke. It only spurred him on.

“Yeah? Y’like when i tell you how pretty you are? N— w— oh— shit..”

He gasps when it happens again, unprepared.

“H-.. aaanng!— shit— holy.. s’every time i talk, aint it?” He laughs breathlessly.

Youre genuinely about to start biting the counter from how harsh his thrusts are— and hes sitting here laughing? Oh my fucking god.

You squeal when you feel his arms travel around you— still able to hold you in place— one finds your clit , the other cupping one of your breasts.

You cry— “toru— no, dont—“ you begged, your body ran hot,, the extra sensations made it feel like you were genuinely going to explode.

“Please— toru— oh nnghh!— please! Pleasepleaseplease— “ you whimper out, forehead and cheek pressed to the cold counter. Not caring about the water puddles that wet your skin, you already had tears anyways.

“Go’na cum for me? Please do, sweet girl— god, you always look fucking gorgeous when you beg— “ he pants as he leans over your body. His middle and ring finger collect your arousual, aiding the quick circles they made on your clit. Your legs shake as your hands ball into fists— one even reaching back and grabbing for Satoru’s forearm.

“H..haaaahh— toru! Cumming— fuck —“ you shudder harshly, back arching into his. Your form molding together perfectly, as it always was for you two. He groans in your ear.

“Theeereee we go— oh.. god, ‘s not even f—funny— need to make you my fucking wife—“

He whined into the back of your shoulder as he bit down harshly, a place that the mark most clearly can be shown off. His hips sputter, “mmnngh! Gonna— gon’a fill ya’up , yeah?”

He pants against your skin, “give ya that pretty glow— w-when you’re all full w’my baby— oh, my—“ his own words and thoughts ended his session, cock twitching harshly inside of you as you feel that familiar burst of warmth.

You hiccup weakly, shaking legs trying to find footing as you slowly gather your bearings.

“Y-y’know, most men have wives before children..” you murmur as you stare into the mirror, at that white mess of hair pressed to the back of your shoulder.

Satoru’s flushed face looks up, meeting your eyes in the glass.. a goofy, huge, and dorky grin on his face.

“That means i can marry you?”

You snort, “when you can ask me properly, with a ring.”

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