#indieyaps

His stare locked onto yours, his breathing getting ragged, desperate. Watching all his defined muscles tense as his mouth fell open, struggling to form any words at all.

"I-I could help," You choked out, a strained whisper that only made the tension even thicker between you.

He could hardly nod, just a jagged bob you took as a yes as you slowly approached him. He only paused his rough strokes to pull you closer, shedding you of the pelt wrapped around your body to strip you bare in front of him.

And it might've been cold inside the cave, but he was radiating enough body heat to keep you warm from here.

Your stare slid down to his, um, intimidating length, sizing him up and trying to measure up exactly how you were going to get it in anywhere.

Slowly, you started to squat down to get on your knees, but his hands held onto your hips, a sharp frown on his face, not understanding what you were trying to do. Fingers digging into your soft flesh, nearly bruising but still restrained.

"Let me, okay?" You spoke softly now, grabbing his hands to guide them up higher, letting him cup your breasts while you readjusted so bits of gravel weren't digging into your knees.

You slid your palms over his muscular thighs, through his soft fur until you reached the smooth expanse of hot skin right by his cock, swallowing hard before you wrapped your fingers around it. It felt so much bigger than before, with your hand seeming so much smaller than his in comparison.

"What are you-"

His voice was cut off into a long, lewd groan when you pressed your lips to his leaking tip, offering a little kitten lick before opening your mouth wide enough for him to squeeze the first few inches in. His thick girth was pressed up into the roof of your mouth already, tongue flat against his throbbing veins as his breathing became ragged.

It was hard not to gag, tears brimming at your bottom lashes when he tried to slide in deeper, your palm trying to take up the work his hand had done before, steadily stroking what definitely wouldn't fit in long, slow motions. He was already bumping into the back of your throat, his swollen tip almost bruising with each jerk of his hips forward.

Satoru was in heaven.

You'd definitely given better blowjobs before, considering it felt like you were literally choking on him, but the way he was moaning? Fingers tangling in your hair and stroking it softly like he wasn't so obviously struggling not to use you as a fuck toy? His appreciative little grunts of approval and whimpers?

God, it was starting to get to you too.

Pressing your thighs together like you could compress the heat building between them, the neediness and want for him to fill you up, ah, somewhere else. You sucked harder, accidentally letting a small moan slip out when he groaned again and tugged on your hair.

His body went rigid.

All his muscles tensed, freezing with his cock still buried in your throat before he suddenly was sliding out, picking you up and splaying you out on the sleeping bag underneath him in two seconds flat.

You could barely blink up at him before he was shoving your thighs up to your chest, spreading you open and almost melting at the sight of you, wide blue eyes crinkling and lips curling up in a (huge) smirk before he'd even lined himself up.

"Be gentle," You reminded him, lips staying parted even after your request as you let your gaze linger on his face.

He didn't speak, but he nodded again, probably too excited to form real words. His hair was sweaty, sticking to his face in wild strands as you felt his thick tip nudge at your slick entrance. You wrapped your wrists around his neck, although you had a feeling it wouldn't be long before you were clawing at his back, chewing on your bottom lip waiting for him to force the first few inches in.

But Satoru always surprised you.

He caught your lips with a kiss, hungry, desperate and clumsy. He wasn't sure what he was doing, and it was kind of obvious, but it was something you once mentioned to him as a token of affection. Something humans did - something couples in love did - to show how much they wanted each other.

You were returning it, even when his teeth knocked into yours, his tongue awkwardly sliding in, but he adapted quickly once you offered a little guidance in sucking on his bottom lip and kissing him softly.

It was almost enough to distract you from his hips pressing forward, and his tip being shoved inside, the kiss being broken by your sudden gasp. He was trying to kiss the rest of your face, messy pecks spread over your skin while you tried to adjust to his massive size splitting you open. It practically burned, walls stretching and squeezing around him, but he kept inching in deeper.

Every time you thought this is it, he can't possibly fit any more, he'd push in harder, and your body would somehow let him. There wasn't even any room in your lungs for air, every breath you stole shallow and forced, gasping as you strained to cling to your sanity.

"S-Satoru," You panted, but all you got was another grunt as he paused his onslaught of kisses, and you barely had the focus left to direct to his face. And God, he looked devastated.

Wrecked.

His pretty face scrunched up in concentration, glancing down to where your bodies were connected, his huge hands still pining your thighs down and keeping you in place while he attempted to fit the last few inches in.

Kinda hard to do when there wasn't an inch of you he wasn't already consuming.

"S'too big," You managed to warn, blinking too fast, the tears you'd been blinking back threatening to spill over now. You could already feel his tip smashed against your cervix, every grind and jostle of it making you whine.

He huffed, his features twisting into a pout, trying to push again just to stop when he realized it might hurt you, apologetically kissing you again.

"Sorry," He mumbled, his voice raspier than usual, hoarse. "Gentle."

"It's okay," You whispered, his cock barely managing to slip back out with how tightly you'd been gripping him, even just the slow drag of him pulling out making you tense and cling to his back more.

But when he slid back in?

You weren't positive the noise you made was even human. A strangled moan turned into a gasp, nails taking down his shoulder blades and tugging at the silky fur while he growled your name.

Your brain went blank.

There was nothing but him, him, him as he started thrusting in fast and sloppy, burying himself as deep as he could before dragging out to do it again and again. You felt delirious, drunk on the messy kisses he was still decorating your face with, dizzy on the desire burning through your veins. And fuck, you were completely, incredibly full of him, pretty sure he was carving out and imprinting every goddamn vein and ridge of his cock inside you.

"Y-you okay?" Satoru stuttered out, white lashes fluttering again as he struggled to keep his eyes open to look down at you. The fingers holding your thighs readjusted their grip, the edge of his claws settling on your skin when you tried to bob your head in affirmation.

You didn't think you had enough air in your lungs to answer when each rough thrust knocked it out of you. Your muscles tensed, aching almost as much as your swollen clit was, sensitive and desperate for him to keep going.

He paused, despite the fact it looked like he might die if he didn't keep fucking you, searching your face to make sure you really were, in fact, okay.

The way his cock was currently throbbing inside you, nudging and bumping against every sensitive spot and kissing your cervix the way his mouth should be kissing yours, was making you feel very much not-okay.

"Toru," You forced out a breathless whine. "Keep going."

Yeah, probably shouldn't have said that.

It was all the permission he needed to break you in, or maybe just break you. His hips smacking into your skin in harsh slaps, your thighs aching at the strain of being pressed to your chest while he angled deep enough you wondered if he could fucking see himself bulging through your stomach at this rate.

He was kissing you again, hot and hungry, sucking on your bottom lip the same way you'd shown him, but his teeth were a little sharp, the faint taste of iron on your tongue when he plunged back in.

Satoru was too fucked out to notice, all his concentration devoted to not cumming before you.

One hand slid down from its grip on your thigh, slipping between to your sore bud, carefully using just the pad of his thumb to rub messy circles over it. It was overeager, barely maintaining any sort of rhythm at all, but honestly?

It didn't even take thirty seconds of that brain-numbing pressure for him to make you cum hard.

You felt like jelly in his hands, everything too fuzzy, too warm, drenched and slick with more than just sweat, whimpering weakly as white splotches your vision. Clinging onto him while he kept pounding into you, the sleeping bag stained and crinkling underneath your bodies, and a funny little vague thought passed through your mind that you'd have to find a way to wash it, but then he was hitting your womb, and you were just crying his name again.

And okay, yeah, he had just fucked you dumb, but you still had just enough brain cells to realize something was different when his cock throbbed and stalled when it was completely stuffed against your cervix.

His forehead was pressed against yours, sweaty and loose strands of hair falling into your face in the intimate position, panting as you could see the pleasure wracking through him too.

"Fuck," He hissed, something warm starting to gush inside before you felt it.

The swell of something - him? - at your entrance, stretching you past what you thought possible. You squirmed, trying to pull back, to escape the pressure, but he gripped you tighter, a pleading look in his eyes like he needed this.

"Wha-what is-" You started, but you got too choked up to speak, filled past the brink of sanity with his cock and cum, not a single drop spilling out thanks to how swollen the base of his cock was.

"You're okay," He murmured this time, so soft and so sweet, like he wasn't spearing you open so meanly. "Just a little longer, okay? Doing so good for me, baby."

Those gentle lips pressed kiss after kiss to your own, holding you open to keep himself anchored and smashed against your womb when his thick tip leaked the last of his cum inside you. Every throb and drag of his cock was driving you fucking crazy, mewling and scratching at his back, the overstimulation driving you to the brink of a second orgasm - and then pushing you into it. He kept massaging your clit like he was coaxing you through it, holding that intense eye contact, looking somehow more destroyed than you with every swipe of his thumb.

"Satoru," You gasped, cumming hard and fast this time, thighs trembling and tears falling while the swelling finally started to go down, easing up enough for him to pull out properly this time.

He still kept your thighs pressed to your chest, like he wanted to examine you himself, his same adoring stare focused on where all his cum had collected inside you, where your thighs were already slick with yourself from before he'd even slipped in before.

You were still reeling at the realization you had just had sex with the very person you were supposed to be studying.

What the hell would that research paper even be called? 'I fucked a yeti'? It sounded more like a bad tabloid headline than anything anyone would ever take seriously.

And that was even if you got back home to write it.

If you even wanted to go back home.

Because when he pulled you into his warm chest, a flurry of sweet whispers and sweeter kisses delivered to your hair as you nuzzled your nose against his soft fur, you weren't so sure anymore.