You stayed in bed longer than you should have. Listened to the quiet on the other side of the door. Imagined him standing there in the hallway like he still lived here, like the last four months hadn’t happened. When you finally got up and walked over, you didn’t open it right away. You just stood there with your hand on the knob.

“I can hear you breathing, y’know,” satoru’s voice came through the wood, low and a little rough. “Open the door, handsome.”

You opened it halfway. kept your body in the gap.

He looked perfect in the most unfair way possible. even with his white hair messy, blindfold shoved up onto his forehead, cheeks pink from the cold or whatever he’d been drinking.

“Hey,” he said, soft. “Miss me?”

“Go home, Satoru.”

He didn’t move. Just kept smiling like your tone was cute. “Came all this way. Least you can do is let me in for a second.”

“No.”

He tilted his head, blue eyes catching the hallway light. “You’re really gonna make me stand out here? It’s freezing.”

“Then go back to your girlfriend’s place. I’m sure it’s warm.”

The grin didn’t drop, but it got thinner. “Ouch. Straight for the throat tonight.”

“I’m serious. We’re not doing this.”

Satoru leaned a little closer to the doorframe, voice dropping. “Doing what? I just wanted to see you. That’s allowed, right? Friends can still see each other.”

You almost laughed. It came out mean. “Last time you showed up ‘just to hang out’ you ended up on your knees with my dick in your mouth. So no. Friends don’t do that.”

He winced like you’d actually hurt him, but the look in his eyes stayed hungry. “Okay, fair. That one was on me. I’ve been better since then.”

“Have you?”

“I’m trying.” He said it quieter. “I really am. But then my phone does that stupid thing where it just… calls you. And I hear your voice for half a second before you hang up and it fucks me up for the rest of the night.”

You didn’t answer. Your hand was still on the edge of the door, ready to close it.

Satoru’s eyes flicked down to that hand, then back up to your face. “I sat in the car for twenty minutes before I came up. Told myself I’d just check if your light was on and leave. But I couldn’t. I kept thinking about how you used to leave the door unlocked for me. How you’d already be half asleep and still make space when I crawled in.”

“Stop.”

“I can’t.” He said it simply. No theatrics this time. “I tried staying away. I really did. But every time I kiss her goodnight I feel sick. And I know that’s fucked up. I know I’m the asshole. I just… I can’t stop wanting you.”

You just stared at him.

“I’m not your secret,” you said. “ You come back when your new relationship feels too boring.”

“I know.”

“Then leave.”

He didn’t. He just stood there, breathing a little faster, eyes searching your face like he was looking for any sign of you giving in. When he spoke again his voice was softer.

“Can I come in for five minutes? Just to talk. No touching. I swear. I’ll sit on the opposite side of the room if you want. I just… I need to say some things without a door between us.”

You should have said no. You almost did. The smarter part of you was already listing every reason this was a bad idea. But the way he was looking at you– it made the refusal much harder.

You stepped back and opened the door wider.

Satoru walked in slowly, like he was afraid any sudden movement would make you change your mind. He didn’t try to touch you. He didn’t even take his shoes off right away. He just stood in the middle of your living room looking around like he’d never been there before, even though half the furniture was stuff he’d helped carry up the stairs months ago.

You closed the door and stayed by it.

“Talk,” you said.

He ran a hand through his hair, pushing the blindfold further back. “I hate how quiet it is without you. That’s the first thing. Her place is always so loud, constantly has friends over, it’s barely ever quiet or just us. It’s nothing like we had. We could just sit in silence and that was enough as long as were next to eachother.”

You didn’t move.

“I keep reaching for my phone to text you stupid shit,” he continued. “Like the time that guy at the convenience store tried to hit on me and I wanted to tell you because you’d laugh at how awkward I got. Or when I saw that dumb limited edition figure you liked and almost bought it out of habit. I catch myself and feel like an idiot.”

“satoru—”

“I know I hurt you.” He said it fast, like he needed to get it out before you interrupted. “I know the way we ended was messy and I was a coward about it. I kept saying I needed space and then I turned around and started something new like that would fix it. It didn’t. It just made everything worse.”

He finally looked at you fully. No grin. Just with those ridiculously gorgeous blue eyes. 

“I miss you,” he said. “Not just the sex. I miss the way you’d look at me when I was being an asshole and still let me stay. I miss how safe it felt to be the worst version of myself around you and know you weren’t going anywhere. And I know I don’t deserve to ask for any of that back. But I’m still here. At one in the morning. Begging for five minutes.”

You couldn’t deny how tense it was. The only thing you could hear was the fridge running. You had to break the silence.

“Five minutes is up,” you said, but your voice didn’t have the firmness it was supposed to.

Satoru’s mouth twitched into a strained smile. “Yeah. I know.”

He didn’t move toward the door. He just stood there, hands in the pockets of his jacket, waiting to see what you’d do.

You should have walked over, opened the door, and told him to leave. You almost did. Instead you stayed where you were, back against the wood, watching the way his adams apple bobbed when he swallowed.

“You’re still with her,” you said.

“Yeah.”

“And you’re here.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“I know.” He took one slow step closer. Not close enough to touch. Just enough that you could smell the cold on his jacket and the faint trace of whatever he’d been drinking. “Tell me to leave again and I will. I mean it this time. I’ll walk out and I won’t come back tonight. But if you don’t… if you just stand there looking at me like that… I’m going to do something stupid.”

You didn’t tell him to leave.

Satoru closed the last bit of distance carefully, like he was still giving you every chance to stop him. When he finally reached up, it was only to brush his knuckles along your jaw..

“Still hate me a little?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” His thumb traced the edge of your mouth. “Hate me while I do this then.”

He leaned in slowly. Gave you time to turn your head. You didn’t. The first press of his mouth against yours was soft. Like he was asking permission even while he took it. You stayed still for a second,deciding at that moment if you should pull away. right before your hands did all the deciding for you. They grabbed at his jacket pulling him closer.

Satoru made a low sound against your lips, something between relief and hunger, and the kiss deepened.  The way he used to kiss you when he was trying to convince you to stay up a little longer. When he was trying to resolve whatever fight you’d just had with his mouth.

You pulled back first.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you said.

“I know.” He rested his forehead against yours, eyes half lidded. “Just… let me have this for a little while. Please.”

His hands slid under your shirt, warm palms against your sides, not pushing for more yet. Just touching like he needed proof you were real and not one of his drunk hallucinations. You let him. For a minute. Then another. 

When he kissed you again it was hungrier. less careful. You felt the shift almost immediately. the way his body angled closer, the way one hand moved to the back of your neck and held you there. You could have stopped it. but you didn’t.

satoru walked you backward until your shoulders hit the door. He never broke the kiss. One of his thighs slotted between yours, slow pressure that made your breath catch. He felt it. Of course he did. His mouth curved against yours in something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“Still so responsive for me,” he murmured. “Even when you’re mad.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You shoved at his chest, not hard enough to move him. He caught your wrists and pinned them lightly against the door above your head, leaning in until his whole body was pressed to yours. The hard line of him against your hip was impossible to ignore.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough now. “Say it and I will. I’ll walk out right now with the worst case of blue balls of my life and I won’t come back. But if you don’t say it…” he sounded way too enthusiastic.

Unsurprisingly, you didnt tell him to stop.

Satoru’s eyes darkened and his grin widened. He released your wrists only long enough to yank your shirt up and off, then his own jacket hit the floor. When he kissed you this time there was nothing polite left in it. Teeth, tongue, the low sound he made when you bit his lower lip hard enough to sting. His hands were everywhere—your sides, your back, sliding down to grip your ass and pull you tighter against him.

You ended up on the couch somehow. You weren’t fully sure how. One second you were against the door, the next Satoru was kneeling between your legs, tugging your sweatpants and boxers down in one impatient motion. He didn’t tease. There wasnt any time for that.  He just wrapped a hand around you, stroked once, twice, then leaned down and took you into his mouth like he’d been starving for it.

The wet heat of him made your head fall back against the cushion. You bit down on a sound. Satoru hummed around you like he was pleased, like the weight of you on his tongue was exactly what he’d come here for. (it was) One of his hands pinned your hip down when you tried to thrust up. The other stroked what he couldn’t fit, thumb sweeping over the head every time he pulled back.

It was messy. wet. The kind of head he used to give when he was trying to apologize without words. When he wanted you so out of your mind you forgot why you were angry in the first place. You threaded your fingers into his hair and held on, not quite guiding, just needing something to anchor yourself to.

Satoru pulled off with a filthy sound, lips shiny, eyes blown. “Missed this,” he rasped. “Missed the way you taste. the way you get so hard for me even when you’re trying not to.”

“Don’t talk.”

He grinned and went back down. deeper this time. You felt the back of his throat and the way he swallowed around you and the sound that left your mouth was sinful. He worked you like that until your thighs were shaking, until you were right on the edge and he knew it—then he pulled off again, stroking you slowly with his hand while he looked up at you.

“Want me to finish you like this?” he asked, voice wrecked. “Or do you want to fuck me?”

The question hung there.

You stared down at him. strongest sorcerer in the world, on his knees in your living room at almost two in the morning, mouth red and used, waiting for an answer. Your hand tightened in his hair.

“Get on the bed,” you said.

Satoru’s eyes flashed with something that looked a lot like relief. He stood, stripped the rest of the way without being asked, and walked toward the bedroom like he still belonged there. You followed, heart hammering, already knowing this was a mistake and doing it anyway.

He stretched out on his back in the middle of the mattress, white hair spread across your pillows, watching you with that same hungry look. When you climbed over him he reached up and pulled you down into another kiss, slower this time, like he was trying to remember the shape of your mouth all over again.

You reached between you, lined yourself up, and pushed in slow. The tight heat of him made both of you groan. Satoru’s head tipped back against the pillow, throat working, hands gripping your shoulders hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck—” he breathed. “Still so good. Still feels like home.”

You didn’t answer. You just started moving. Deep and steady. The kind of pace that forced him to feel every inch. Satoru took it like he’d been made for it, legs wrapping around your waist, soft broken sounds leaving him every time you bottomed out. His cock was hard and leaking between you, ignored for now, and the way he clenched around you every time you pulled back said he didn’t care.

You fucked him like that until the bedframe started knocking softly against the wall. Until his voice cracked on your name. Until he was begging in that low, broken way he only ever used with you—”please, harder, don’t stop, I need it, I need you.”

When you finally reached between you and stroked him in time with your thrusts he came with a sharp, worn out sound, spilling over your fist and his own stomach. The way he tightened around you dragged you over right after. You buried yourself deep and came hard, both of you shaking through it.]

For a long minute neither of you moved. Just breathing. The room smelled like sex and the cold air that had come in with him. Satoru’s hands stroked slowly up and down your back. 

Eventually you pulled out and rolled onto your back beside him. The ceiling looked the same as it always did. The quiet settled back in, just an uncomfortable silence now.

Satoru turned his head on the pillow to look at you. His voice was soft when he spoke.

“I know this doesn’t fix anything.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Yeah.” He was quiet for a second. Then: “Can I stay until morning? Just… sleep. No more talking. I’ll leave before you wake up if you want.”

You stared at the ceiling a little longer. Your body still felt warm from him. Your sheets already smelled like him again. Somewhere across the city a girl was probably still awake, phone in her hand, wondering why he wasn’t home yet. Maybe she was telling herself he was just out with friends. Maybe she was already starting to worry.

And you had let him in.

You had opened the door. You had let him talk. You had let him touch you and kiss you and get on his knees and climb into the bed the two of you used to share. You had fucked him while she waited. You had come inside him while she waited.

The guilt sat heavy in your chest,you didn’t care that he was the one cheating. you only cared that you had made it easy.

“One night,” you said. Your voice came out flat. “That’s it.”

Satoru nodded. He didn’t smile. He just shifted closer, and rested his head against your shoulder just like the way he used to. His breathing evened out slowly. One of his hands stayed loosely curled against your side, like he was afraid you might go if he didn’t keep some part of himself clinged to you.

You didn’t push him away. You also didn’t put your arm around him.

You stayed awake long after he fell asleep, staring at the dark, listening to the quiet rise and fall of his chest. Every few minutes the same thought circled back. She was still waiting. And you had let him stay.

When morning came you would make him leave. You already knew that. You also already knew that the next time his phone “accidentally” called you, or the next time that same knock sounded at your door at 1:17 a.m., you would open it again.

choso’s eyes opened. A flush crawled up his neck. “I… I can just wait it out.”

“I didn’t ask you to wait. I said let me help.”

He hesitated, fingers twitching at the waistband of his sweatpants. You watched him swallow, then slowly push them down along with his underwear. The second the fabric cleared his hips he tried to close his thighs. You shoved them open with both hands and held them there.

Thick dark curls covered his folds that were already shiny with blood and slick. The smell of iron hit you immediately.

choso turned his face into the pillow, “Don’t… don’t look so much.”

“I’ll look as long as I want.” You dragged two fingers through the mess between his legs, teasingly slow, and held them up so he could see the red. “Look at you. Already leaking all over yourself.”

He made a small, embarrassed sound and tried to close his legs again. You kept them spread.

“You want me to make it stop hurting or not?”

“…Yes.”

“Then ask properly.”

choso’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Please… please help. With your mouth.”

You leaned in close enough that your breath hit his cunt. “Louder.”

His face was burning. “Please put your mouth on me. Please.”

You licked a long, slow stripe right through the middle of him. Choso jerked hard, a sharp little gasp escaping him. You did it again, firmer, dragging your tongue through the blood and slick until it coated your mouth. Then you sealed your lips around his clit and sucked.

choso’s hips stuttered. His hand flew down like he wanted to push you away, but he just ended up gripping your hair instead, like he was holding on for dear life.

“Feels… feels weird,” he mumbled, voice shaking. “But good. Don’t stop.”

You pulled off just long enough to speak against him. “You’re already getting wetter. And you didn't want me to help at first. Such a whore.”

He whimpered, but his hips rolled up anyway, chasing your mouth. You shoved them back down and held him still while you pushed your tongue inside him, fucking it in and out of the soft, bloody heat. Every time you pulled back to suck at his clit he made these quiet, broken sounds that he tried to muffle against the pillow.

“Stop hiding,” you said, voice flat. “I want to hear you.”

choso turned his face just enough to speak, eyes glassy. “But It's embarrasing .. feels too good. I can’t… I can’t-”

You hummed against him and sucked harder, tongue working deep at the same time. His thighs started trembling around your head. He was trying so hard to stay still and failing, constant rolls of his hips pushing his cunt against your mouth like he couldn’t help it.

“You’re soaking my face,” you told him. “Acting like a slut. Can't even speak properly either.”

chosos breath hitched. “I’m not… I’m just—”

“You are. Look at you. Spreading your legs wider every time I lick this pretty pussy. You want more, don’t you?”

He was quiet for a second, face still half-hidden, then nodded once.

“Say it.”

“…I want more. Please. More.”

You gave it to him, burying your face between his thighs and tongue fucking him properly while your nose pressed into the thick dark hair. Blood smeared across your chin and cheeks. choso’s free hand fisted in the couch cushion so hard his knuckles went white.

“fuck-- your tongue is so deep,” he whispered, voice cracking. “It feels so good I can’t think. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

You kept going until his thighs locked around your head and he came with a high, stifled moan, cunt pulsing and spilling more slick and blood across your tongue. You licked him through it, not letting up until he was twitching and oversensitive.

When you finally pulled back, your mouth was a mess. Choso was staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, chest heaving, lips parted. There was a dazed, shy little look on his face like he couldn’t believe he just let you do that.

You wiped your chin with the back of your hand and looked at him.

“Still hurting?”

He nodded, quiet.

“Want me to do it again?”

Sometimes, your boyfriend was worse than an animal in heat, and today was one of those days.

You were sitting at a desk, already preoccupied and busy when he decided he wanted it. Right now.

But instead of asking for sex like any normal person would, or by giving subtle hints, he decided it’d be a good idea to climb under the table and shove his face between your legs. His eyes stared right up at you with this fake-innocent look you were far too familiar with. “What are you scheming now.” You pushed your chair back a little and clicked your tongue at the sight, but still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt— big mistake there.

“Ohh I’m not. You just look kind of stressed out~” he leaned his cheek against your inner thigh, his hands coming up to rest on your legs, “I thought I’d help you… blow off some steam?” Truth be told, you knew from this point onwards you wont be able to finish whatever you were doing, yet you still resisted for the fun of it, “not right now, I’m busy. Get out from under there.”

“Booo, that’s no fun.” A pout formed on his face, and he opened his mouth wide, tilting his head back slightly to give you a better view. His hand reached up to point towards his tongue, as if that move was anywhere near necessary, “I can use my mouth~ I know you like it when I do.” The grin that followed was one of pure cheekiness and smug, self-confidence. And before you had the chance to voice your arguments, he smushed his face into your crotch.

His jaw was wide as he mouthed at your cock through your clothes, obviously not giving a damn about a right place or right time. “You— fuck…!” You couldn’t help the sharp hiss that slipped through, your fist slamming onto the table above him. “Hmmm〜♡” he hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief as he enjoyed himself. Like a worshipper at an altar, he lapped and sucked at you until he felt you hardening under his lips, then smirked all satisfied. That fuck-ass smirk, you were going to wipe it off his face at some point.

“Still gonna object?” He mumbled straight into your groin, making you shudder with goosebumps, the spots he’s been licking at were all soaked through with drool. “Not like you’ll stop even if I do.” A bead of precum seeped to the surface, and he moaned at the taste like some kind of cheap hooker. He couldn’t help himself, he just really adored your musk. “Mhmm~! Ahh… it’s been so long ♥︎♡ I missed the taste of you.” You clicked your tongue at the display, scoffing, “you just got a taste recently, the hell you on about?”

With his familiar sulking face, he snapped back at you, “that’s a long time for me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent as if drunk on it. A faint blush dusted his face and ears as he chuckled in satisfaction. “Are you some kind of incubus or what?” He didn’t answer that one, for he was too focused on freeing your cock from the cage that was your trousers. His hands twitched upwards for a split second, before a better idea crossed his mind. Why use his hands when he could just—

“…of course you had to be extra like that.” You stared down at him, both speechless and kind of impressed, watching him use his teeth to unzip your pants. It was a struggle to not use his hands, of course, but he knew something about it gets you all hot and bothered. He nuzzled into your crotch to open up your clothes some more, sticking by this self-imposed ‘no hands’ challenge.

Once he saw all the pre you were leaking through your underwear, he licked his lips in anticipation, “someone’s more eager than they’d like to admit.” You let out a breathy laugh, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, your hold firm but not yet painful, “don’t think I haven’t noticed you are also hard.” Your foot pointed to his erection, to which he shrugged.

“I’m honest about my desires. If I want it—” his hands gripped your thighs a little tighter, his teeth pulling down the last layer of restraint that was hiding you from him. It was just enough for your arousal to spring out, right into his face. He took it even further though by holding it with one palm, and rubbing his cheeks against it, like a cat nuzzling up to something to mark their territory, “—I get it.”

The feeling of his soft cheeks actively rubbing against your sex was weirdly exciting. You knew he was a slut, but even then you’ve never seen him debase himself this much. “Is that all you’ll do? Snuggling against my cock? Fucking hell, it’s not a plushie.” After hearing your annoyed groan, he pressed a kiss to the tip, “you just can’t wait to see me use my mouth huh?”

He tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to lick along the ridge of your head. It seems he’s paying special attention to your tip, while one of his hands wrapped around your shaft and fisted it lazily. These kitten licks at your most sensitive area was nothing but his way of teasing, and you were close to just slamming his head down your cock. “If you’re going to start shit like this, finish it properly.” You both knew he could do so much better than this, do so much more stimulating things. After all, he knew your likes and preferences like he studied it.

“I started it? So it’s my fault that you’re like this?” The tip of his tongue flicked over your slit a few times, catching any precum that leaked from you, making your grip in his hair tighten by a fraction. “Fuck— who else but you, huh??” He grinned deviously, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you, “I blame your self control.”

His taunt, paired with the erotic view of him whoring himself out on your cock—pleasuring you—was giving you mixed emotions. On one hand you wanted to punch him for how obnoxious he was, yet as soon as you’d see the needy, raw desire in his eyes, your anger just vaporizes.

With a low sigh, you began combing your fingers through his hair, a gesture a comforting one that made him purr, “if you don’t start sucking on it like you mean it soon, I’m going to give you reasons to blame my self control.” He jerked, as if a switch’d been turned, his voice a teasing melody that couldn’t hide his excitement, “is that a threat?” “For you? I think it’s more like a reward.” Touché, he couldn’t argue against that. So instead, he repositioned himself, his mouth hovering right over your cock, “then I better get to work ♡”

Next thing you know, he swallowed your tip inside his mouth, his cheeks puffing out a little from the stretch. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle though, he was used to taking way more than just that. For now, he was still fine with only the tip, his tongue flattening out against the underside as he sucked greedily. It was so warm and wet inside his oral cavity, you could barely help yourself. His actions only grew bolder at your obvious enjoyment, your length twitching inside him from time to time.

He made sure not to use his teeth as he slowly descended, his lips stretched tight around your girth. He slowed down a lot compared to the rushed beginning, mainly because his throat refused to work with him today. “Mmmhh…! Ah— hnNghh…” He mumbled, the struggle clear in his voice, saliva trailed down his chin all sloppily. You guessed he was cursing under his breath, but you couldn’t exactly understand him when he’s stuffed full with your dick. Nonetheless, the vibrations send a nice little shiver down your spine, and your hips bucked up unintended.

The sudden movement made him rip his eyes wide open, and he immediately pulled off, choking a little, “urghh…! *Kofff, koooff* damn you…” you didn’t stop him and allowed him to catch his breath, not without a snarky remark though, “too big for ya? Or is your throat uncooperative after yesterday?” He shot you a slight glare, which only prompted you to tease him more, “what, you screamed and cried so much, how could I forget? My ears are probably still bleeding because of it.”

Oh now you’ve done it, he was so gonna get back at you for that. Without a single word, he drove back in, this time he arrived at where he was before way faster. His grip on your legs tightened, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing before taking you deeper. At this point his jaw was starting to get sore, he really needed to up his game.

“Still tryna deep throat it all?” You chuckled, cupping his face to hold him there, thumbs rubbing circles into the sides of his head, massaging his temporalis muscle to help ease the strain. The soft caressed were a drastic contrast to the hot heat resting in his gullet, creating a dizzying sensation that unraveled him piece by piece.

His eyes watered as he made a rash decision of trying to just shove the rest of it in, which had him groaning and trembling around you, “mhmfffhh…!!” Tears glistened in his lower eyelid, so close to rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Is my poor baby gonna cry?” He shot you a fierce glare at that infantilizing tone, then deliberately used his teeth to scratch you lightly.

“Ah— fuck!” You exclaimed, gripping his roots for purchase. His scalp stung under your grip, and he whined out as a result. What he did didn’t necessarily hurt, it was just uncomfortable and kind of surprised you, “that’s it, no more playing nice.” You snapped, and shoved his head down until his nose was crushed against your pelvis, forcing him to take all of you in one impossibly deep descent. He immediately gagged at the feeling of your tip hitting his palate, stretching his throat and making itself home inside him.

“Mhmmmff?! HnngHh—!!” He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to learn how to breathe again, his throat refusing to take it and choking repeatedly. The tears from before finally spilled down that pretty face, mixing with the drool dripping from his chin. His fingers dug into your skin, nails breaking flesh and leaving behind bright marks. The boy also ‘hit’ you a few times in mock anger. Much like the frown he was showing you, there wasn’t any heat behind it, just him acting out like always.

You kept holding him down, unmoving. But that also meant he wasn’t allowed to move either, forcing him to accommodate you while basking in the sensation of it. “If you need a break, tap my thighs three times. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.” Then, you tugged the hair that’s been sticking to his temple back and asked, “did you hear me?”

He nodded weakly, still coughing and hiccuping, though not trying to pull back. Why would he, anyways? This was the best part of it all, he just adored it when you’d snap and use him like some toy. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. Even so he did appreciate how you always made sure to set a safe word.

His throat convulsed whenever he tried to gulp down the saliva and precum that was pooling in his mouth, the tightening sensation making you gasp in response. You gritted your teeth, trying hard to restrain yourself until he was ready. It was getting increasingly difficult, he just looked so damn cute impaled on you.

“Deep breaths, in and out. I don’t have all day. Or were you planning on cockwarming me?” You groaned when he still couldn’t get used to the stretch after a hot minute, then slapped the side of his head gently, “c’mon now. Are you even trying?” He was! He was trying! Why don’t you try deep throating something that was big enough for him to feel in his lungs? “MfffHhh… ngHhh..!!” He tried to bite back at you. At least his muffled complains were quite entertaining.

“Pfff, I can’t understand you anyway.” You laughed to yourself, then slowly began rolling your hips into his mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” As if he’d believe that. You both knew he didn’t want it gentle. By now, he has adapted to the stretch, his throat widening visibly to make it fit. Just the thought was enough to rile you up, and seeing it physically was even more lewd. “…hmmm…uh-uhmNggHh~♡” He soon started bobbing his head up and down, in rhythm to your thrusts.

Whenever his nose met with your pelvis, and your cock hit another deep spot in his throat, he’d whimper so deliciously. His eyes squinted into this petulant pout, permanently glaring at you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum soon.” You hummed, that expression was indeed pretty adorable and tempting, then you suggested, “shall we take it up a notch?” Before he could process what you meant by that, your other hand also tangled in his hair. With both hands now holding his scalp like some kind of makeshift leash, he didn’t need to guess what this was about.

You stopped with the lazy rolls and began fucking his face in earnest, pulling back until just the tip was in before shoving it all back down. “HnNghh—!! Ah-urghhmmm, g-guuuhh ♡♥︎♡” His eyes rolled back at the rough treatment, a series of whimpers escaping as his brain short circulated.

He was filled with you, everywhere, in the best way possible. His nose buried in your crotch, taking in your scent, his tongue tasting your fluids, his eyes and ears focused on your expressions and words, while his throat took your brutal thrusts. All of his senses were overwhelmed with nothing but you. It was to be expected that his body would protest against this perverted, nasty act, even if he was loving every single second of it. His throat kept fluttering around you, though it did only made you go harder.

The way his heart hammered in his chest was almost painful, like a never ending parade of drums. He could feel his air being punched out of him with every deep pound, everything in his larynx was burning like hell. By now, he was weeping freely, brows furrowed as he took what you gave with single-minded focus. His tongue trying it’s best to be proactive, to do something— yet your pace was so fast, he could barely react to it other than offering his body up to the one that will surely break him.

“You look so needy like this. So fucking sloppy.” You could barely hide your excitement as you used his tight mouth like some personal fleshlight, your vulgar words sending shivers straight to his groin, “like the taste of my cock? Like it when I fuck that pretty face of yours?” He couldn’t really answer verbally— of course he couldn’t, not with you filling him up to his nostrils, so all he did was nod meekly while moaning into your shaft.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Even now, with him unable to do anything but take it, you were provoking him on purpose. He couldn’t even think of a good comeback right now, because his mind was so overwhelmed. It felt like he was drowning, his vision darkening at the edges as your voice rang in his ears. His own neglected cock was painfully hard, dripping and soiling the floor below. At this rate, all this sensory overload was going to make him cum untouched. Yet there wasn’t a single place where he’d rather be than right here between your legs, sucking you off like the slut he was for you ♥︎

And soon enough, his efforts bore fruit. You were close, damn close to spilling it all over his tongue. A sharp gasp echoed from above while your arousal twitched insistently against the back of his throat. “Ugh— haha… good job, I’m close. Keep that mouth spread a little longer, yes? Or tap my thighs if you don’t want me to cum inside.” You warned him, and he just moaned louder. “Mhmmm〜 hmm… nGhhuuu—uGhhmmfff ♥︎♡” He could tell you were on the edge even before you told him so, since otherwise your thrusts wouldn’t have turned so messy.

And right now? You were fucking him like you were chasing your own high, like he was just a hole to use and ruin, drinking up his gasps and sobs with no regards to his comfort. Naturally he could have stopped you with a simple tap, yet why the heck should he? He was loving this! He wanted to feel your hot seed filling him from the inside, trailing down his gullet and making his eyes water even more. This was the sweetest reward he could ever ask for, so won’t you please cum already?

Your pace came to a sudden stop as you slammed your hips up into his face one last time, holding him still while your climax washed over you. The sounds and curses that slipped from your lips were like music to his ears. The hot spill of your cum was both pain and ecstasy, mixed into a terrifying cocktail that fucked up his senses. You were cumming so much, he’s been forced to swallow while it kept coming— and even then it soon spilled from the edges of his lips, dripping down his chin.

What a waste… he wanted to swallow it all...! Which is why his shaky hands left your thighs and formed a flat bowl beneath where you two were connected, a desperate try at catching all the astray drops of seed. The gulping action kept making his throat tighten around you, as if trying to milk you dry. And it was working way too well.

You panted heavily before pulling his head off of your cock, a little worried that he’ll actually suffocate otherwise since he was holding his breath. But you weren’t done yet and ended up painting his face with the rest of your load, leaving behind this glossy fluid that stuck to him like glue. Some of the stripes got onto his chest and clothes, some were clinging to his hair… you didn’t account for this when you made that move.

As you pushed him off, he immediately gagged while his lungs screamed for air, eyes squeezed shut as he felt that sticky, thick fluid coat his cheeks and eyelids. His face was burning at this point, which was why your cum felt cold when it hit him. A full body shudder coursed through him as he gasped and heaved, trembling uncontrollably. “Ah— ahhHngh…! Ah… *kofff kooofff—* hnngh-hic” he was still shuddering in the aftermath, having also climaxed from the sheer intensity of what just transpired~

You kept holding his head by his hair, your grip loosening only after you finished painting your masterpiece. He looked debauched— more than just perverted. He was an absolute wreck, ruined to the point of no return. And by the looks of it? He relished in the fact that it was you who broke him.

As if him tasting and swallowing your cum wasnt filthy enough, now you’ve gone and defiled his face as well… Was ‘self control’ ever in the room in the first place?! And what’s with that dreamy, sheepish look on his face? His eyes were all glazed over while he stared up at you blankly, his mouth still gaped open, displaying how much you’ve filled him while cum dripped down in rivulets. “You alright there? Did anything get in your eyes? Does your throat hurt?” You sighed, wearing a faint smile while scrubbing the ropes of cum near his eyes away with your thumb.

He closed his mouth and gulped loudly, a clump travelled down his gullet before he parted his lips again, sticking his tongue out to show the empty inside. “My throat’s fine, and my eyes were closed,” he answered, though his voice showed obvious signs of use. It sounded all rough now, evidence of the damage you’ve caused.

“You didn’t have to drink it.” You said, while rubbing your own fluids between your fingers. The consistency was a little gross, you wouldn’t personally eat it. “I had to, you were cumming right down my throat.” He snarled, but then began licking the residual sperm from his hands. “…do you even see what you are doing right now? Are you that addicted to my taste?” With a heavy, speechless sigh, you tilted his head up to face you, and wiped the rest of the white liquid off his face, “besides, isn’t there a much bigger problem here than your hands?”

He huffed slightly, mumbling a small ‘whatever’ as he let you take care of him, secretly enjoying this moment with a low rumble in his chest. Once you were done moving the most of the sperm from his skin onto your digits, you placed your thumb on his bottom lip, a silent signal for him to open his mouth again. And he did, grabbing your wrist with both hands, before licking your fingers clean like a starved, wanton thing.

“You are such a slut.” You chuckled playfully, and he bit your thumb in retaliation, “hmm~ only for you ♡” As a result, you pressed down onto the middle of his tongue to force his jaw to widen, snorting, “haven’t you learned from the first time? Or are you doing this on purpose?” He met your gaze head on and just smirked all smugly, arching his back from where he was kneeling. His legs were cramping a little, but he just ignored it.

You toyed with his mouth a some more, acting as if you were ‘inspecting’ whether he actually swallowed it all. Moving his head from side to side, glancing into his oral cavity while also accidentally shoving your fingers a little too deep, triggering his gag reflex. When he heard your laughter, he pulled a frustrated and somewhat flustered grimace. “Well, since you did such a good job blowing me, I’ll let you off easy this time,” you decided. It might have been your imagination, but you thought you saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

After pulling your fingers out again, you wiped them with a tissue, before doing the same for him. He looked kind of empty while receiving aftercare. It made you wonder if he was cooking up some strange plans again. Which, as you’d soon find out, was indeed the case.

He took one glance at your crotch and drove back in, licking a long stripe with his tongue flat against the underside of your still half hard cock, declaring all smugly, “since we are cleaning up right now, shall I do it for you?” You were in disbelief, frozen still for a second before saying, “…haaaah. Really, is my dick all that’s on your mind?”

“Yesshhhhh ♡♥︎ you could keep me down here all day if you want~ and i’ll drink it all up ♥︎♡♥︎” he said without missing a beat, already kissing the tip with a newfound enthusiasm. This was him trying to catch every drop he’s missed, retuning the favor of you wiping his face. He was being extra sloppy too by using a lot of spit, and it took no time until you were back at full length. It send involuntary shivers up your core, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. It’s almost as if he wanted you to cum again.

“Haha… fuck no you don’t.” Suddenly, you pushed your chair back, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out from beneath the table. You weren’t going to let him act however he wanted forever, there’s a limit, and he crossed it way too many times. “The next load’s gonna be in here.” Your hand cupped his ass, groping it roughly, making him gasp in surprise. “Now bend over.”