Maniac

Nerd!Jo wasn’t overly dominant in bed, but he’d usually lead the session. Start with slow, deep kisses that quickly turn hungry, desperate. Gentle hands that hold firm, cooing sweet praise until you cum for him. He’s giving, never making you wait too long or beg too much; he just has such a hard time saying no to his pretty girl. Especially when your bottom lip juts out, and your eyes go glossy with unshed tears. Then, he’s leaning in close and kissing your trembling lips, reassuring you it’s okay. It’s okay that his pretty girl goes dumb on his dick. That you begin to get incoherent after your third orgasm, pleas turning from full sentences to a couple words to mewls. Hands clawing at whatever skin you can reach, marking his back, his arms, his thighs if he gets too excited in doggy. So, imagine his surprise when his pretty girl suggests taking the reins.

Satoru has been invited to a frat party by the frat’s president, his twin brother, Satoshi. Satoru has such a hard time telling his big bro(literally by two minutes, but Satoshi will not let it go) no, so he always somehow finds himself at these parties. An overcrowded frat house that reeks of booze, sweat, and something a bit stronger he won’t name for legal reasons. You’re bubbling beside him, waving and greeting anyone you even remotely recognize, apologizing as you two make your way to the drinks table. “You see Satoshi?” You ask, looking around a bit for your boyfriend’s polar opposite, before landing back on his face. Satoru’s brows twisted with a slight grimace as the clear liquid lit a fire on its way down. He shakes his head, finishing his drink before turning to look himself. There’s a game of beer pong in the middle of the crowd, but Satoru can spot white tufts of hair over a couple of heads. Of course, Satoshi’s at the center of everyone’s attention, calling for his next opponent.

“Let’s go.” Satoru wags his brows, stepping through the crowd and taking his spot at the empty end of the table. There are a few hoots and hollers, a couple of ohs and awws at the realization of who Satoshi’s newest opponents were. His twin brother and his sweet girlfriend, who’s excitedly waving at Satoshi.

“Hey Toshi!” You slide in beside him for a short side hug, smiling up at him as his arm lingers around your shoulders. “Thanks for the invite! Satoru was on his way to an all-night study session, and I was about to be a victim!” There’s a small, playful pout that tugs at your lips, making the older twin click his tongue with a shake of his head.

“He was about to go all nerdy on you, huh?” You can only nod, laughing a bit as you smack his shoulder, a silent warning not to do too much on your man, obsession with quantum physics and all. “Wanna be my partner? I know you’re secretly a pro when it comes to pong?” There’s a familiar wag in his brows, similar to the one Satoru had given before dragging you toward the table.

“No way! She’s my partner!” Your boyfriend shouts from the other end of the table, a couple of ping-pong balls in hand. As if on cue, someone from the crowd steps out. She’s wearing a tight, black dress that hugs every curve, accentuates every dip, the hem short, riding up her thighs as she walks over. She’s beautiful, with long, sleek black hair that’s been tucked behind her ears to stay out of the way.

“I can be your partner?” She suggests, and before Satoru can refuse, you and Satoshi are nodding, making the decision for him. “Alright then! Let’s win!” She flashes Satoru a small smile, taking a couple of balls herself. “What’s the rules? I know you frat guys always make up some shitty house rules.” You nod, solemnly, remembering last time, a simple game of truth or dare made so complicated by house rules, or Satoshi’s rules. Satoshi quickly explains the rules, including the house rules, picking up a green solo cup and reminding everyone that this is the bonus cup. If you get the bonus cup, you can choose how many drinks your opponent has to finish, up to three, to keep everyone standing upright.

“Got it?” The three of you nod along, you and Satoru grinning at each other from opposite ends of the table. “Perfect! I’ll let the ladies decide who goes first!” He claps, putting his hand in the resting position for a game of Janken. “Though, I did win.” He adds, to make himself seem oh so noble. You and the girl put your hands up and call out the signs until she wins. Your pout is purely theatrical, breaking into a huge smile when she shoots first and misses.

“Ha! Ha!” Okay, so maybe Satoru’s overly nice girlfriend was also overly competitive. “Your turn, ‘Toru! Don’t miss!” Your tone is condescendingly sweet, worry tugging at your brows as you make a show of watching the ping pong ball shoot across the table, bounce off the rim of a cup before hitting the floor. “Damn!” You look over at Satoshi, and there’s a silent communication: we’ve got this in the bag. The two of you snicker before you throw your ball; it lands, and Satoru takes the first drink. Satoshi lines his shot up, and sinks the ball into another cup. The crowd goes wild, a small chant of Satoshi’s name starting to sound. You shake your head with an amused smile, knowing Satoshi lived for this kind of hype. Sneaking a glance at your boyfriend, you notice the girl’s hand on his shoulder, not resting but almost soothing. Brushing it off, blaming the alcohol, you and Satoshi get balls back and sink another two shots. On your third turn, Satoshi misses, a bit too cocky and trying to make the shot from behind his back. “Boo!” Satoshi’s eyes flicker over with a look of ‘my bad’ written all over his still smug features. You laugh with a shake of your head, turning your attention back to the game.

“Drink up!” Satoru nods toward a cup on your end, a neon orange ball floating in the brown liquid. With a huff and a bratty foot stomp, you lift the cup, take the ball out to rinse, and lift the rim to your lips. Ugh! The beer is bitter as it slides across your taste buds, and the look that becomes your face doesn’t help hide the dissatisfaction. “And, one for you-“ Satoru trails off, watching the girl’s hand beside him line up her shot and sink into another cup. “Satoshi. In case you were feeling left out.” Albeit, Satoru’s lips tug into a similar cocky grin, the one being adorned by the man on your left. You watch as he picks up the second cup, finishing the drink with ease, crumbling the cup and tossing it aside. Satoru and the girl nod in satisfaction, lining up their next shots. Satoru shoots first again, and makes it. You take another drink; she lines up again and misses. Satoru’s lips pull into a tight line, just for a second, before he’s giving her the best pity smile he can muster, assuring her it’s okay.

“I’m sorry! I’m usually so much better!” She whines, leaning into him a bit, wrapping her arms around his to pull him closer. “I swear!” She pouts, head resting on a now very tense shoulder, as she sways slightly, pleading her case. Satoru looks down at her and back across the table, almost pleading for help. His entire body had tensed up the second she started getting handsy, but he didn’t want to embarrass her by ripping his arm away, so he let her cling. He tried to whisper to her, asking her to let him go, to go back to focusing on the game, but as her grip got tighter, he feared she was never in this for the game. “Why? They’ve won!” It seems that one cup must’ve been the girl’s tipping point, mixing with whatever she had earlier and pulling her under a thicker wave of intoxication.

“Not yet.” Satoshi’s voice is teasing as he says it, like he knows it’s inevitable but wants to watch their downfall. You say it with a slight edge, eyes narrowing at the girl as she moves impossibly closer, grip getting tighter. Satoru’s voice is filled with determination; if he had to play himself, he was going to win.

“Let go, please, this is my shooting arm.” Satoru tugs a few times before the girl lets go with a slight stumble. She frowns up at Satoru, bottom lip jutted out, eyes glossy from whatever she had partaken in throughout the night, but Satoru doesn’t spare her a second glance as he decides to shoot twice for his team. Satoshi goes to intervene, about to claim it’s against the rules, but looking at the state of the girl, it’s as if she had pulled a 180 in a mere few minutes. Now putting all her weight onto Satoru, swaying slightly with his movements. Satoshi’s eyes flit toward you, and he can feel the heat radiating off your smaller form. The ping pong ball in your hand deflated from your grip, the other hand almost twitching at your side as if deciding what would be the next best move. Besides those two barely noticeable things, you seem to be fine with what’s happening across the table, but Satoshi knows better, sparing his brother an almost worried look. If he were planning on getting lucky tonight, he’d better change those plans fast. It's all Satoshi can think, making himself chuckle at his little inside joke.

“Your turn.” You seethe, teeth gritting, all the playful teasing melting away and solidifying into something darker, something more heated, as you continue to watch the girl touch up on Satoru. Satoshi listens almost immediately, not even taking the time to ensure the shot was lined up and shooting; thankfully, it sinks, right into the green cup. “Satoru, be a gentleman and drink up.” Satoru’s head snaps up, eyes reluctantly meeting yours; that usually warm stare he loves so much is now cold, sending a shiver down his back. “Just one,” you finalize, crossing your arms as he takes the drink. The warm liquid does nothing to ease his buzzing nerves, lip tucked between his teeth, as he glances down at the girl once more. Off the look alone, he’s ready to throw her to the ground and grovel for forgiveness, but alas, he can’t find it in himself to push the girl off. He’s gentle as he unwraps her from his frame, guiding her to where she had stepped out of the crowd, into the awaiting arms of her friends.

“And that’s game!” Satoshi sinks the last ball, and Satoru turns around with a look of disbelief flashing over his features.

“What the fuck? No way!” Satoshi had sunk the second shot, balls back, with you two making both the last shots, finishing the game. Satoshi wraps an arm around your trembling shoulders and gives you a slight squeeze, almost as if to ground you.

“Good game.” He chuckles, narrowly dodging a cup that Satoru had thrown in his direction. “Don’t be too mad at him, you know how hard it is for him to say no.” He gives your shoulders another squeeze, giving Satoru one last look with a simple shake of his head. He mouths good luck in his brother’s direction before heading off to the next thing.

“Good game, baby.” You smile at Satoru as he walks around the table. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, now much more relaxed without the unwarranted touch, to give him a chaste peck. Satoru’s arms are hesitant as they wrap around your waist, tugging you in closer, to try and deepen the kiss. He chases when you pull away, only to be met with the warm skin of your cheek. “I see you made a new friend.” Satoru’s gaze follows yours, and it’s turned on the girl that had been hanging off of him a few minutes ago. One of your hands leaves the back of his neck, nimble fingers dancing along his shoulder, gently tracing his jaw before digging into the soft flesh. You can feel it tense under your grip, can feel the flex at the surprise, then the release as he relaxes in your hold. “Look at me, ‘Toru,” Barely a whisper, a ghost of words, whispered against his skin. Turning his head so your foreheads press together, your eyes lock, and Satoru nearly cums right there. Knees buckling at the storm that swims in your irises, the darkness that overcomes your eye color, that’s highlighted with something he can’t quite name. “Do you like your new friend? Hmm baby? Did you like her hanging all over you, basically climbing you like a tree?” Satoru’s mouth opens, brows pinched together, and for the first time in his life, he’s speechless.

“I-baby, it was-wasn’t like that!” He whines, hand snapping to your wrist as your fingers dig a little deeper. “She’s drunk! I didn’t wanna be that guy…” he speaks more clearly now, though quick and still with that underlying whine in his words. You don’t say anything, just watch him for a few more seconds before releasing him with a kiss of your teeth. Your attention drops to his jaw, angry red marks staring back at you in the wake of your release. It tugs at your heartstrings a bit, watching Satoru rub his jaw with a low groan. “I’m sorry, baby! Really! Don’t be mad at me.” His arms circle you again, crushing you against himself; his face drops to your shoulder, breathing shaky as he grounds himself in your scent. “Also, she like really sucked at the game, and the whole time I was wishing you were my partner. I swear!” He pulls back, pressing your foreheads together again, eyes wildly searching yours, waiting for something, anything!

“It’s okay, Toru, I’m not mad.” You flash him a smile, but it doesn’t warm his skin like usual; it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I promise.” You give him another peck before wiggling out of his grasp and dragging him back toward the drinks table. “Let’s just have fun, okay?” Satoru should’ve known better, but he didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth either, so he’d take your word, for now.

“Please don’t tell me you left the key in the Uber?” It’s a little past 2 am when you and Satoru make it back to your shared apartment. He’s currently fumbling around in his pockets for the house keys, checking the same pocket twice, before turning to you with a sheepish look.

“I think they maybe slipped out.” Where? He isn’t too sure, maybe at the frat, maybe when he went to the bathroom, maybe in the Uber. With a deep sigh that can only be read as pure annoyance, you begin to pat his pockets yourself. They’re in his right back pocket, the only pocket you had watched him not check twice. “Oh? Baby, you’re the best!” His lips tug into the dopiest grin, leaning against the door’s frame as you unlock the door. He follows like a lost puppy, snuggling against your back when you kick off your shoes, kicking his off alongside you, without letting you go. “Are you sure you’re not mad at me?” He’s like a nearly 200-pound puppy you’re lugging around.

“Satoru, boy, get the hell off of me.” You groan for the umpteenth time, trying to shrug the overly grown puppy off. Satoru listens, eventually, releasing you with a groan of his own. “How drunk are you anyway?” You grumble, grabbing two waters from the fridge, opening one before handing it to him.

“I only had a couple shots, but you know I’m a lightweight.” You nod along, giggling a bit as a couple memories resurface. “Are you? Mad at me? I know you said you weren’t, but then you gave me that smile. Like, if I were to lose every memory, couldn’t remember anything, I’d be able to remember how it felt to be on the receiving end of that smile.” Satoru spews out after a hefty gulp from the bottle, heaving a bit at the chug and rant.

“I’m not mad at you, Satoru.” You concede, teeth toying with your lip. “I’m just-I’m pissed! Okay?” You look away, leaning against the kitchen’s island, before looking back at him. That same storm swims in your eyes, luring him in like a siren lures a sailor. He scoots in a bit closer, hanging on to every word, ready to do whatever it took to make this right. “I’m pissed because she felt she could touch you like that! Press herself against you? Disgusting! Borderline assault! She was all but groping you, Satoru! Then? You don’t even do anything! You don’t push her off!” You tick one finger, “You didn’t tell her to stop.” You tick another finger, and Satoru truly regrets bringing it back up because he can feel the heat beginning to radiate off of you. Your usual bubbly is replaced by shimmering anger; your body begins to shake again, and your voice rises. “You didn’t even go, “Hey! That’s my girlfriend across the fucking table! Care to have some decency?”” Another finger ticked, another breath heaved.

Satoru truly doesn’t know what to say, cause it’s true. He can’t even deny it if he wanted to; he didn’t push her away; he let her cling to him while his girlfriend watched. “I’m sorry, baby! I am! Please! I’ll do whatever you want! Infinite back rubs! Foot massages!” Satoru essentially sprints to close the distance, engulfing you in his arms again. His hands are shaky as they travel over your trembling form, scared to fully settle as if the heat of your anger could physically burn him. “Booty massages?” His voice lowers, as do his hands, as his palms engulf the soft, doughy cheeks of your ass, palming them for a second. “Whatever you want, baby! Swear!”

“Whatever I want?” Your voice is deceptively sweet, soft as it lulls him in closer. Making him feel safe, melting into your touch as your nails scratch softly against his undercut. His head falls to your chest, and he nods, mumbling a repetition of the words whatever and anything. “You’re really sorry, huh, baby?” Satoru nods once more, burying his face in the crook of your neck to pepper kisses along your jaw in between whispered apologies. “You wanna make it up to me?”

Satoru pulls back, forehead pressing against yours as he nods earnestly. “Whatever you want! I’ll even do all the housework for the next month! Two months! Just don’t be mad at me.” You smile softly at his words, his lips tugging into a mirrored expression when this one reaches your eyes.

“Yeah? A whole two months? You really are sorry.” If it weren’t for that sweet smile and that even sweeter voice, Satoru might’ve noticed the way you had stopped scratching at his undercut, now ruffling gently through his hair. “I have another proposition,” your fingers are anything but gentle as they wrap around white tuffs of hair and tug backward. Satoru’s surprised gasp escapes before he can even realize his position.

“Ouch?!” He tries, but the whimper that follows in his throat betrays him. His left hand jolts up, wrapping around your wrist in an attempt to free himself from this compromising position. “Baby? What are you doing?” You only respond by pulling harder, leaning in closer to nose at the exposed column of his neck. You can feel him thickly swallow, can feel the way he works to keep down the noise as you pull harder, exposing him more.

“You’re making it up to me, right?” Your tongue traces his jaw. Lips purse to kiss at the area behind his ear, not missing the way his hips buck at the feeling. “You’re gonna be a good boy for me, right?” Satoru’s head whips up despite your grasp, eyes meeting yours with a shaky breath. “Hmm?” Your hand returns to scratch at his undercut. “Gonna be a good boy for me? Let me use you until I’ve forgiven you?”

“Fuck yes! I’ll be the best boy! Use me, please? Fucking use me.” His voice is already wrecked, and it’s only now he’s noticed his bulge grinding against your hip.

“Aww! Is my poor baby hard? Want me to touch it? Make you feel better?” Your hand not scratching at the undercut slides down his body. His towering form already trembling under your touch. “Don’t tell me-did your little friend from earlier do this?” Your hand ghosts over the tent before giving it a tight squeeze through his khakis.

“N-no!” He’s quick to defend, but he can’t say much, not when you’re gripping and stroking his cock like that. You only hum in acknowledgment of his answer, letting go as if the thought of relieving him in any manner disgusted you.

Turning to face the counter fully, you lean over enough for him to catch a glimpse under your dress. “Get down.” It’s not a question, not a suggestion; he doesn’t think he’s ever heard you this serious in the three years the two of you had been together. “Now.” Satoru drops to his knees behind you, gulping as his eyes rake over the sight before him. Your hips shift a bit, almost wiggling your ass at him before you bend further. “Take them off.” Your tone is clipped, leaving little room for argument. Satoru’s fingers are trembling when they reach up. Fingertips softly trailing up the sides of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Despite your anger, your body can’t deny what he does to it. It’s evident in the way you’re subtly pushing your ass closer to his face, “Take them off.” You repeat, a bit softer than earlier, looking over your shoulder to find a mess of a man. Satoru’s teeth clamp on his reddened bottom lip, brows pinched together with concentration, hands shaking as they pull up your dress. “Are you okay, ‘Toru?”

The only answer you receive is him pressing his nose against your center before inhaling with a shaky breath. His fingers hold onto your hips to keep you in place as he lewdly sniffs at your cunt. “Smells so good,” his tongue darts out, lapping at the sodden fabric. The taste coats his taste buds and sends a shudder through his body. “Fuck baby, you’re leaking,” Satoru’s whiny voice is muffled by your thighs as he presses closer. His fingers are quick to pull the useless fabric away, watching in awe at the slick that connects until it snaps. He’d usually make a few more comments, sweet or cocky, but he can’t bring himself to talk yet again. Not with the way your slick coats your thighs. The way your puffy pussy lips still fail to hide that twitching clit. He watches as your slick gathers, before it goes to drip, his tongue moving before he can conjure the thought. His mouth engulfs your slit, greedy tongue lapping up your juices with an eagerness he’s ashamed he’s failed to muster before. He doesn’t know what it is. That storm swimming in your eyes, the way you had gripped his chin back at the party, but he was so turned on by the fact his prettiest girl was being so mean to him.

“Shit.” It’s low, through gritted teeth, as Satoru’s tongue meets your throbbing core with unmatched eagerness. “Fuck-ah!-shit!” He’s not even giving you time to speak, let alone think, with the way his tongue laps against your cunt. Sucking your throbbing clit past pretty, plump, pink lips to continue his onslaught. His tongue lashes against your clit, alternating between sucking the bud and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His moans are almost louder than yours, desperate hands pulling you closer.

He takes a cheek in each hand and spreads you wider. His breathing is ragged, hot against your skin as he makes his way to your winking hole. “Baby?” He hums before spitting a fat glob down your crack. Cock jumping as he watches it slide over your twitching hole. He leans in, slurping against your puckered hole. His tongue is gentle, almost hesitant as it circles the steadily twitching hole. “Can I taste this tight little ass? Hmm?” He’s slobbering against your left cheek, index finger repeating the actions of his tongue. “Properly eat my girl out?”

“Fuck! You’re so nasty,” a hand snakes behind you, burying itself in his damp strands of hair. “Come on baby, until you’re forgiven, right?” Satoru wastes no time, spreading you open again, lapping once at that twitching hole before pushing his tongue in. His fingers release their grip of your ass to circle your front, dropping to pay some proper attention to your needy clit. Your body tenses, the coil snapping before you can even register the feeling. “I’m cumming! Fuh-fuck!” Your ass grinds against his face, pushing his tongue impossibly deeper. His fingers continue their assault, rolling the bud between two fingers. He pulls away with a wet smack, tongue trailing down to lap at your creamy release. His tongue plunges back into your gummy walls, greedily gulping down your release. His moans vibrate your lower half, hips twitching from the aftermath of your release as he continues to tongue your pussy.

“So fucking tasty, so fucking good.” He’s slurring more than he was after losing in beer pong, worse than after he took those two shots. “All for me? You came all for me?” He’s talking to himself, maybe to your pussy, you aren’t sure, just grateful for the moment to collect yourself. “Look at this pussy,” he giggles, tongue still lapping at your slit, sucking your puffy pussy lips into his mouth. “Drooling all over my face,” he nibbles on your clit, relishing in the way you jump at the sensation. “So fucking hard for you, baby, little Toru’s drooling a bit himself.”

After collecting yourself on shaky legs, reaching back to somewhat successfully disconnect Satoru from your pussy, you turn to face him. He’s palming himself through his khakis, giggling to himself as he licks his lips. His hair is stuck to his forehead, the bottom of his face glossy with your slick and release. His eyes are swimming, heart-shaped pupils watching your every move. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” You kick his hand away, replacing it with just the pressure of your toes.

“Fuh-fuck baby,” Satoru doesn’t even question you. Just wraps a strong hand around your ankle, using the angle to press against your foot harder. “Teasing me and shit,” his chin rests on your thigh, desperately humping your foot. “Riding my fucking face until you’re creaming and you won’t let me touch myself?” His other hand clasps onto your calf, holding your foot there as his movements get progressively more aggressive. “Gonna make me cum like this? Make me cum in my pants like a fucking virgin?” He can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed, hand on your calf trailing upwards. He isn’t sure where it’s heading, maybe just content with tracing your shape. He knows how down bad he looks, humping his girlfriend’s foot with all the desperation of a dog in heat and panting like one too.

“Stop.” You pull your foot away, watching Satoru’s hands reluctantly let you go. “You think I’m gonna let you cum? Just like that? After letting that girl hang all over you?” Satoru frowns, fingers twitching at his sides as his cock jumps in excitement. Usually, when you tried to take control, you’d slip after the first orgasm. All tired and pliable, and forgiving, willing to forgive whatever wrong Satoru had done if he’d just fuck you into the mattress.

“But baby-“ his pleading is cut short with another tug of his hair near the nape of his neck. “Please? I’ve been so good!” He sniffles, jutting out his bottom lip and pulling those puppy-dog eyes he knows you fold for every time.

“Are you sorry, Satoru?” He might’ve caught whiplash with how fast he nodded.

“I’m so sorry, baby!” He goes to stand, but a gentle nudge against his shoulders keeps him on the floor. “So, so, so sorry!”

“Take off your pants, and lay down.” Satoru may have never moved faster in his life. You settle on top of him, thighs straddling his narrow waist. He’d yank his underwear down with his pants, heavy cock resting on his abdomen. His chest heaves, all movements halting as you lower your pussy on his cock. “I believe you, ‘Toru, I do. Wanna know why?” Satoru couldn’t help himself, hips rolling up into you with a broken moan.

“Why baby?” His hands clasp around your hips, not guiding but following your movements. “Fuck, rubbing that sloppy pussy all over me,” he snarls, grip growing tighter, hands now guiding.

“You’re fucking leaking baby,” and to solidify your point, your hand comes down to wipe between his abs, collecting some of the pre that collected there. “All for me. All because I made you get on your knees and eat me out.” Satoru’s movements still, chest heaving as his eyes frantically meet yours.

“I’m all yours, baby. Mind, body, soul,” his voice breaks on the last word, shivering against the cool tile. “All yours to use. All yours to rub that pussy all over. All yours baby.” With just a couple of movements, his shaft is coated in you. His throbbing tip twitches when your clit catches it, shoots more pre when your quivering hole rubs over it. “Use me, baby. However you want, rub that drooling pussy all over my dick until you cum.”

Eyes traveling from between your thighs to his eyes, you halt your movements very much to your dismay. “You think you’re in control, ‘Toru? That you can tell me what to do? What to take? How to cum?” You spit the words, one hand steadying yourself against his peck, the other grabbing his shaft. “I’m still mad, ‘Toru,” there goes that sweet voice again, right after being so mean, as if to soothe the burn. You run his slobbering tip along your slit, teasing yourself by circling your entrance. “Mad that you didn’t push her away, baby,” you drop an inch, enough for his tip to dip inside. “Mad you let her touch all over you,” you drop another inch, fucking yourself open on just the tip of his dick. “Mad that-fuuuck-mad that-that you let her touch what’s mine.” Your voice drops with your hips as you fully take him to the hilt. With both hands splayed across his chest, you give a testing ground, clenching down with the movement.

“I’m gonna cum! Fuuucckk baby, I’m gonna cum.” His hands form a death grip on your hips, preventing you from moving any further. “This sloppy fucking p-pussy, fucking milking me-milking me fuck!” One hand snakes into the cusp of your cheek, slowly dragging you along his cock. “I’m sorry baby, I was holding out for so long.” He babbles, hips gyrating against your ass as he fucks himself through his orgasm. “Nasty fucking cunt, I’m no match,” his hands fall back to his side, chest heaving as he looks at you with a bemused grin.

“Satoru?” He simply hums in acknowledgment, still rock fucking hard. “Did I say you could cum?” Your hands shift against his chest, moving to your feet. “Now, don’t stop ‘till I say so.” And your onslaught begins, hips lifting and dropping with the nastiest sound. It reverberates through the living room, smacking off the walls as your ass smacks against his thighs.

“Hng! Ba-baby! Fuuuuhh-ngh.” His hands flex uselessly at his side, cock twitching wildly against your gummy walls. “W-wait! Please! Wait!” He gasps, hands finally moving to stop the assault on his throbbing shaft. His hands grasp at your sides

“Nuh-uh, you came without asking, so used to having what you want,” your hips are unforgiving, carrying you along with his shaft with rough, thorough drops. You’re already creaming along his cock, walls spasming as you work to fill that greedy hole again. “Now, you’re gonna cum until you’re cumming dry.” The threat does nothing but tear a slutty gasp from his lips, hips stuttering in an attempt to thrust into you. “Gotta milk my best boy’s dick until he’s crying for me. Until he’s shaking for me, begging me to stop.” Your hands leave his chest to pin his wrists over his head, thighs shaking at the change of angle. “Fuck ‘Toru!”

“I c-can feel you, baby,” he gasps, straining his neck to kiss along your jaw. Drool cools on your skin as his lips trail down your neck. He’s whispering his next words against your throat. “Clenching that fuh-fuck-fucking slutty pussy,” his eyes roll back when you clench again, suffocating his dick. “Oh? Haah, fuuuck baby, clenching that slutty pussy on me.” His wrists wriggle under your grasp, fingers itching to grab you. “You gonna cum?” His smile is nothing short of delirious, hips weakly lifting to meet yours. “Cum over your dick? Hmm baby? Cream all over your shit,” his eyes are glued to the mess you’re making on his dick, a combination of the two of you dripping down his twitching shaft.

A hand leaves his wrist, nimble fingers dropping to roll around your clit. You can feel the anger dissolving, as the fire grows in your belly. Walls spasming around him, fingers clumsily circling your clit. “My best boy,” your hips stutter and jerk, fingers now swiping instead of circling. “Letting me use him,” your grip on his wrist tightens, bruising the pale skin. “Saying all the right things, huh, baby? Hoping for a little mercy?” You drop to your knees, thighs tightening around Satoru’s hips. Hips humping pathetically against his lap. Your nails dig into the skin of his wrists, hips unrelentless as you chase your high.

“Just wanna feel my pretty girl cum on my cock,” that drunken smile, the way his lashes flutter, it’s exactly what you need to push you over the edge. “Ngh baby, juuuuust like that.” Your body shakes over his, eyes rolling back as you continue your minute movements. Pussy pulsing on his dick, creaming his shaft with your release. “Fucking soaking my dick baby,” his free hand reaches down to grab a cheek, weakly pushing and pulling you in his lap, “gonna cum baby, can I? Please?” He’s lifting you now, using his prettiest girl's sloppiest pussy to edge himself. “Can taste it baby, please?” That lip juts out again, bleary eyes finding yours, and his lips pull into a small smile. “Hi, baby,”

“Hi, baby,” you lean down to softly peck his lips, one hand coming up to cup his face softly. “Cum for me, baby; let me see my prettiest boy cum,” your words are whispered against his lips, fingers tracing along his jaw. Satoru’s breath catches in his throat, hips pushing him impossibly deeper, as his cock twitches before spraying your walls white.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” Both his hands grip your ass, using your leaking hole to milk himself. “Milk me baby, milk your prettiest boy,” he heaves, shaking beneath you as he empties his second load directly against your sweetest spots. “Hah-fuck baby,” Satoru manages to push himself up, stilling you in his lap. “Thank you, thank you,” he breathes against your lips, stealing kisses between his whispers. “So good to me, baby. I’m so sorry,” he pants against your skin, kissing at the slickened skin.

“I know, Toru.” Your hands tremble as they cup his face, stealing a few kisses yourself. “But I said until you were cumming dry, no?”