Victoria

“Satoru” you coo softly, “Toru baby you said 20 more minutes it’s been an hour”. He takes a deep breath sighing to himself from exhaustion afraid of disappointing you, “I know. I know baby, but I just gotta finish learning to understand Statistical mechanics and memorize periodic table baby. I almost got it ive been studying for the past few weeks but there's just some things I just don’t seem to grasp just yet.”

You begin to massage his stiff shoulders through his black tight shirt, his lean and toned upper body, impossibly irresistible. He rolls his eyes back due to your pleasant touch. “Hmm” he hums to himself. “Hmm?” You purr softly in his ear sending chills down his spine. Questioning the cute noise he just made. “Don’t tease me babe” he murmurs softly as he leans into your touch.

You continue what you were doing previously and litter the side of Satoru’s throat in soft kisses, putting a dumb silly smile on his face as his eyes flutter shut. No longer focusing on the books in front of him that he was studying so carefully previously.

You let out a squeal as he turns his chair around to face you and pulls you on top of his lap as he wraps his arms around your waist. You respond by throwing your arms around his shoulders as you giggle, leaning into him. You rest your face in the crook of his neck as he holds you against him. Taking in his scent.

You can feel him pressing against you through his jeans. You can’t help but moan at this realization and grind your hips against his groin resulting in a delicious moan falling from Satoru’s lips.

You move your head from hiding between his neck and shoulder to look at him in his pretty blue eyes and impossibly beautiful eyelashes and catch your lips on his as you kiss his soft lips while you roll your hips against his painfully hard erection.

You reached for the hem of his top almost frantically, wanting to get his stupidly slutty shirt off quickly. He gets the message and pulls away from the kiss for a moment. He carefully pulls his shirt over his head revealing beautiful pale skin, and throws the shirt in the corner of the room before he cups your face and pulls you back into a kiss.

You continue to rut against his leg like a dog in heat. Satoru makes a pitiful longed out noise. “Babyyyy” he whines softly. “Baby… quit teasing me” You temporarily stop humping his leg.

“Awww” you coo. “Poor baby” you coo gently. As you gently rub your nose against his. Earning a cute laugh from Satoru. “Having a mean girlfriend who teases you all the time…. Must be so hard” you say.

“The hardest. The world may never know my pain” he says with a smile, putting a hand to his chest making an expression of a wounded soldier.

“Satoru” you whisper ever so softly in his ear. You simply say the word “bed”. Knowing he'd know what you mean. As soon as you both stood up he bent down and picked you up. You squeal as he throws you over his shoulder to walk ten feet to the bed. Dropping you on the soft and cushiony memory foam.

He hovers over you, looking down at you with his beautiful blue eyes and his adorable glasses. For a moment you get lost in his eyes and can’t help but admire his eyelashes. You reach out with both hands and cup his cheeks, caressing them softly. He closes his eyes as you gently caress his perfect straight nose, his eyebrows, lips, and then run your fingers through his soft white hair.

“You're so beautiful” you whisper softly. “The most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen”. He gets a stupid smirk on his face as he continues to hover over you, one hand on both sides of your head.“So I've been told” he says with a confident smirk. Earning him a pinch on both sides of his cheeks. He yelps then frowns at you in a sad pitiful way. “Owchie. Why so mean?”

You manage to flip you both over so he is now under you staring up at you with loving eyes and a stupid grin. You carefully take off his glasses and set them on the night stand.

Next thing you know he grabs your face and pulls you into a slightly rough kiss slightly catching you off guard. You feel his erection dig into your thigh. You needed his cock and you needed it now.

You reach down to his jeans while not breaking the kiss and carefully unzip them and pull his cock out. His dick immediately smacks hard and erect against his tummy as you pull his underwear down. He had a pretty cock.

He was now completely naked and vulnerable for you just how you liked it. God he is such a pretty thing. Your always surprised by how lean and toned he is. No matter how many times you’ve seen him naked. He looked at you with wanting and curious eyes. “Baby please touch me”, he purred with a little frown. You gently wrapped your hand around his thick and veiny shaft, beginning to pump him up and down paying extra attention to his pink tip. He gasps softly.

“I can help you study in a way I know you’ll like better”, you say softly as you caress his cock.

“O-oh y-yeah?” He says trying cocky but failing miserably with his little gasps and whimpers.Suddenly you let go of his dick. He immediately starts squirming from lack of stimulation. He looks at you with a slightly hurt look on his face wondering why you stopped touching him.

“Ahhhhh that's mean. Why’d you stop”, he says, taking your hand to put it back on his cock before you jerk it away. “Patience baby.” You say softly before you ask him, “What do you need to study” you ask in a sweet tone. He frowns, “the periodic table… but I thought we-“ you cut him off, “Yes we will don’t worry baby. What we're going to do is, “I’ll jerk you while I question you about the periodic table… The only thing is… you can only come once I say so.”

“Let’s start out easy O” you say

“U-um atomic number 8 and element oxygen”, he says confidently but he couldn’t help but thrust his hips up softly, needy for for attention. “Such a good boy” you say and you run a hand through his hair and then drag it down over his throat over his muscular torso and down to his cock. Gently taking it in your hand and massaging it up and down paying extra attention to his pink tip running your finger along the slit. He cries out a loud whimper as he throws his head back.,

“Next one is Li Toru” you say as you continue to pump his cock painfully slow. “That’s easy Atomic number 3 element lithium”. He says. Quietly begging you to speed up the pace. “Good job sweet boy.”, you pur softy before saying, “spread your legs Toru.” He spreads his legs for you so you can sit between them and have complete access to him. You gently caress his veiny lower shaft while you lean down to litter his manhood in kisses and kitten licks, causing him to thrust his hips forward wanting more stimulation even letting out an impatient needy moan.

“Symbol Na now satoru” you coo as you continue to pump his cock ever so slowly. Painfully slow. It was causing him not to be able to think straight even though it was something that would normally be an easy question for him. He's starting to have a difficult time thinking straight.

“Uh-mm…Element sodium, number…..11”. He stutters slightly. His eyes began to flutter slightly. White eyelashes brushing against his flushed cheeks. “Excellent satoru… you're doing such a good job baby”, you say as you lean down to murmur in his ear. Sending chills down his spine and you gently nip at the skin of his ear. Ahh” he gasps softly. You couldn’t help but admire all of the cute little sounds he makes. You cup his cheeks and press a kiss to his lips before pulling away to say, “Just do a few more for me baby and then I’ll let you cum”, you say in a sweet tone.

“Whatever you want to do baby”, he says softly as he is willing to do anything you want. you grab his cock again and begin to caress him painfully slow. His brain was beginning to go foggy on him as he melted into your touch. You were touching him painfully slowly, teasing his manhood making him jerk his hips up trying to get more friction from your palm.

You remove your hand from his cock causing him to cry out. “Mean”, he says with a pout on his face. You wave your finger back and forward and put a stern look on your face making a tc tc tc sound. “Stay still satoru. Just a few more.” He gives you a slightly grumpy look but does as he is told. “Alrighty, Ba baby.” You say. He takes a moment to think because he seems to be kinda stuck on the question which was rare for him “Atomic number 56….. Element Cerium?” He says slightly questioning his answer.

“Correct! You're doing such a good job my love. “How about just one more baby then I’ll let you cum?” You pur suggesting the offer to him. You couldn’t help it, you were feeling generous. He gives you a thumbs up with a dopey smile on his pretty face he was beginning to feel fucked out.

“Okay baby…. Atomic number 36.” You say asking the final question.“Ummm Element krypton…..symbol Kr”. Before he knows it your face is in between his legs with your lips around his achingly hard cock. Suckingly his tip slowly. He started blabbering incoherently as he rolled his eyes back and grabbed your hair pulling on it as you start to suck him off.

You hollow out your cheeks and take his dick fully into your mouth causing him to gasp while you bob your head up and down. You make sure to be as sloppy as possible, occasionally stopping to just pepper kisses on his shaft. You couldn’t help but tease him just a little. “I thought you were going to stop teasing” he says with a frown.

You pick up the pace quickly making him gasp covering a hand over his mouth as he cries out muffled moans and whimpers into his palms. He thrusted his hips forward again causing you to gag. You responded by grabbing his hips and holding them down to the bed as you continued to suck on his cock.

He started blabbering again, “I’m gonna-im gonna cum”. You speed up your pace as much as possible. “nghhhhh” he cries out as he paints the back of your throat white. Moaning loudly as he orgasmed sitting up slightly before falling back down as the waves of pleasure began to fade. You move from between his legs to beside him as he pulls you into an embrace. Holding you against his chest. “I should study this way more often”.

“Satoru” you coo softly, “Toru baby you said 20 more minutes it’s been an hour”. He takes a deep breath sighing to himself from exhaustion afraid of disappointing you, “I know. I know baby, but I just gotta finish learning to understand Statistical mechanics and memorize periodic table baby. I almost got it ive been studying for the past few weeks but there's just some things I just don’t seem to grasp just yet.”

You begin to massage his stiff shoulders through his black tight shirt, his lean and toned upper body, impossibly irresistible. He rolls his eyes back due to your pleasant touch. “Hmm” he hums to himself. “Hmm?” You purr softly in his ear sending chills down his spine. Questioning the cute noise he just made. “Don’t tease me babe” he murmurs softly as he leans into your touch.

You continue what you were doing previously and litter the side of Satoru’s throat in soft kisses, putting a dumb silly smile on his face as his eyes flutter shut. No longer focusing on the books in front of him that he was studying so carefully previously.

You let out a squeal as he turns his chair around to face you and pulls you on top of his lap as he wraps his arms around your waist. You respond by throwing your arms around his shoulders as you giggle, leaning into him. You rest your face in the crook of his neck as he holds you against him. Taking in his scent.

You can feel him pressing against you through his jeans. You can’t help but moan at this realization and grind your hips against his groin resulting in a delicious moan falling from Satoru’s lips.

You move your head from hiding between his neck and shoulder to look at him in his pretty blue eyes and impossibly beautiful eyelashes and catch your lips on his as you kiss his soft lips while you roll your hips against his painfully hard erection.

You reached for the hem of his top almost frantically, wanting to get his stupidly slutty shirt off quickly. He gets the message and pulls away from the kiss for a moment. He carefully pulls his shirt over his head revealing beautiful pale skin, and throws the shirt in the corner of the room before he cups your face and pulls you back into a kiss.

You continue to rut against his leg like a dog in heat. Satoru makes a pitiful longed out noise. “Babyyyy” he whines softly. “Baby… quit teasing me” You temporarily stop humping his leg.

“Awww” you coo. “Poor baby” you coo gently. As you gently rub your nose against his. Earning a cute laugh from Satoru. “Having a mean girlfriend who teases you all the time…. Must be so hard” you say.

“The hardest. The world may never know my pain” he says with a smile, putting a hand to his chest making an expression of a wounded soldier.

“Satoru” you whisper ever so softly in his ear. You simply say the word “bed”. Knowing he'd know what you mean. As soon as you both stood up he bent down and picked you up. You squeal as he throws you over his shoulder to walk ten feet to the bed. Dropping you on the soft and cushiony memory foam.

He hovers over you, looking down at you with his beautiful blue eyes and his adorable glasses. For a moment you get lost in his eyes and can’t help but admire his eyelashes. You reach out with both hands and cup his cheeks, caressing them softly. He closes his eyes as you gently caress his perfect straight nose, his eyebrows, lips, and then run your fingers through his soft white hair.

“You're so beautiful” you whisper softly. “The most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen”. He gets a stupid smirk on his face as he continues to hover over you, one hand on both sides of your head.“So I've been told” he says with a confident smirk. Earning him a pinch on both sides of his cheeks. He yelps then frowns at you in a sad pitiful way. “Owchie. Why so mean?”

You manage to flip you both over so he is now under you staring up at you with loving eyes and a stupid grin. You carefully take off his glasses and set them on the night stand.

Next thing you know he grabs your face and pulls you into a slightly rough kiss slightly catching you off guard. You feel his erection dig into your thigh. You needed his cock and you needed it now.

You reach down to his jeans while not breaking the kiss and carefully unzip them and pull his cock out. His dick immediately smacks hard and erect against his tummy as you pull his underwear down. He had a pretty cock.

He was now completely naked and vulnerable for you just how you liked it. God he is such a pretty thing. Your always surprised by how lean and toned he is. No matter how many times you’ve seen him naked. He looked at you with wanting and curious eyes. “Baby please touch me”, he purred with a little frown. You gently wrapped your hand around his thick and veiny shaft, beginning to pump him up and down paying extra attention to his pink tip. He gasps softly.

“I can help you study in a way I know you’ll like better”, you say softly as you caress his cock.

“O-oh y-yeah?” He says trying cocky but failing miserably with his little gasps and whimpers.Suddenly you let go of his dick. He immediately starts squirming from lack of stimulation. He looks at you with a slightly hurt look on his face wondering why you stopped touching him.

“Ahhhhh that's mean. Why’d you stop”, he says, taking your hand to put it back on his cock before you jerk it away. “Patience baby.” You say softly before you ask him, “What do you need to study” you ask in a sweet tone. He frowns, “the periodic table… but I thought we-“ you cut him off, “Yes we will don’t worry baby. What we're going to do is, “I’ll jerk you while I question you about the periodic table… The only thing is… you can only come once I say so.”

“Let’s start out easy O” you say

“U-um atomic number 8 and element oxygen”, he says confidently but he couldn’t help but thrust his hips up softly, needy for for attention. “Such a good boy” you say and you run a hand through his hair and then drag it down over his throat over his muscular torso and down to his cock. Gently taking it in your hand and massaging it up and down paying extra attention to his pink tip running your finger along the slit. He cries out a loud whimper as he throws his head back.,

“Next one is Li Toru” you say as you continue to pump his cock painfully slow. “That’s easy Atomic number 3 element lithium”. He says. Quietly begging you to speed up the pace. “Good job sweet boy.”, you pur softy before saying, “spread your legs Toru.” He spreads his legs for you so you can sit between them and have complete access to him. You gently caress his veiny lower shaft while you lean down to litter his manhood in kisses and kitten licks, causing him to thrust his hips forward wanting more stimulation even letting out an impatient needy moan.

“Symbol Na now satoru” you coo as you continue to pump his cock ever so slowly. Painfully slow. It was causing him not to be able to think straight even though it was something that would normally be an easy question for him. He's starting to have a difficult time thinking straight.

“Uh-mm…Element sodium, number…..11”. He stutters slightly. His eyes began to flutter slightly. White eyelashes brushing against his flushed cheeks. “Excellent satoru… you're doing such a good job baby”, you say as you lean down to murmur in his ear. Sending chills down his spine and you gently nip at the skin of his ear. Ahh” he gasps softly. You couldn’t help but admire all of the cute little sounds he makes. You cup his cheeks and press a kiss to his lips before pulling away to say, “Just do a few more for me baby and then I’ll let you cum”, you say in a sweet tone.

“Whatever you want to do baby”, he says softly as he is willing to do anything you want. you grab his cock again and begin to caress him painfully slow. His brain was beginning to go foggy on him as he melted into your touch. You were touching him painfully slowly, teasing his manhood making him jerk his hips up trying to get more friction from your palm.

You remove your hand from his cock causing him to cry out. “Mean”, he says with a pout on his face. You wave your finger back and forward and put a stern look on your face making a tc tc tc sound. “Stay still satoru. Just a few more.” He gives you a slightly grumpy look but does as he is told. “Alrighty, Ba baby.” You say. He takes a moment to think because he seems to be kinda stuck on the question which was rare for him “Atomic number 56….. Element Cerium?” He says slightly questioning his answer.

“Correct! You're doing such a good job my love. “How about just one more baby then I’ll let you cum?” You pur suggesting the offer to him. You couldn’t help it, you were feeling generous. He gives you a thumbs up with a dopey smile on his pretty face he was beginning to feel fucked out.

“Okay baby…. Atomic number 36.” You say asking the final question.“Ummm Element krypton…..symbol Kr”. Before he knows it your face is in between his legs with your lips around his achingly hard cock. Suckingly his tip slowly. He started blabbering incoherently as he rolled his eyes back and grabbed your hair pulling on it as you start to suck him off.

You hollow out your cheeks and take his dick fully into your mouth causing him to gasp while you bob your head up and down. You make sure to be as sloppy as possible, occasionally stopping to just pepper kisses on his shaft. You couldn’t help but tease him just a little. “I thought you were going to stop teasing” he says with a frown.

You pick up the pace quickly making him gasp covering a hand over his mouth as he cries out muffled moans and whimpers into his palms. He thrusted his hips forward again causing you to gag. You responded by grabbing his hips and holding them down to the bed as you continued to suck on his cock.

He started blabbering again, “I’m gonna-im gonna cum”. You speed up your pace as much as possible. “nghhhhh” he cries out as he paints the back of your throat white. Moaning loudly as he orgasmed sitting up slightly before falling back down as the waves of pleasure began to fade. You move from between his legs to beside him as he pulls you into an embrace. Holding you against his chest. “I should study this way more often”.

it started slow. it always did, you just didn't know up untill this moment. choso now shirtless, positioned himself comfortably on his stomach, straddling the pillow you gave him.

"u-um, baby, are you sure you want to watch me do this?" his cheeks red an flustered.

he posed the question trying to seem uninterested, which couldn't be further from the truth as his erection was visible from the chair you were sitting in. he was sweating with eagerness of what he was about to do. about to show you.

the mix of intimacy and feeling exposed(to you) while you were completely clothed was driving him crazy. choso never knew this was an option to explore.

it was sticky and uneven, how each slow movement started. he let small puffs every now and then, teasing himself to start, just like you always do to him. the little wet patch on the tip showed how much he wanted to speed up.

but he wouldn't, not when showing off to you. your boyfriend rolled his hips forward, so needy. "mhmm, babyy-" thrusting back again. the way you could see it throb, and it was so hard making it harder to stay put.

he thrust again, harder. it was so hard for poor choso not to take his hand and get himself off quicker. oh and how he wished you would touch him. "mh- mh am- am i doing good baby?" he said going back into the cussion.

"you're doing so so good baby, keep going for me." his cock felt so sensitive at the harsh contact. it only teased him to want more, to go faster. the wet spot only grew with more pre cum leaking out of him.

"mhmmm- " choso moaned at the sound of your voice. the sound alone made him feel every nerve that was being stimulated with each thrust.

as much as he wanted to keep going, more and more, it wasn’t enough. with each thrust he wished it was you underneath him. choso longed for you tugging on his hair, for how it felt every time he laid his head on your tits, hiding his shy face.

“baby, p-please i-i don’t think i can do it, it too much- mhm uhm” he moaned, almost begging for some touch. 

“but cho, you promised!”

“-i, i know, but please mhmm, i n-need you” he rolled his hips desperately, searching for even more friction. choso’s head felt heavy making it harder to think. was he.. overstimulated?

humping again he whined a small “please” it was too much for your poor boyfriend.

“choso i’ll help you out okay?”

“p-please baby, yes, please help m-me” 

his face all red and sweaty lit up, you voice was all he could make up at the moment.

“it would make me feel so so” mhmm ughmm he moaned absolutely wrenched “so good, please”

you smirked. this was an opportunity that only made your legs cross and ache.

“i will baby, but you’ll have to be a good boy for me”

--

choso wasn't getting out of this without experiencing things he's never felt before.

"pull your boxers down we need to talk"

Was the very first thing Satoru heard when he opened the door after your sharp knock. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, white hair messy from running his fingers through it all evening. He had expected his girlfriend to maybe, idk give him a hug or kiss after a long day?! but nooooo. You had other plans, clearly.

You pushed your way into his dorm without waiting for an invitation, and Satoru stood there dumbly for a solid three seconds, mouth half opened, before he closed the door behind you with a soft click. Then you grabbed him by the neck of his sweater and yanked hard, tugging him by the collar into his bedroom. His big frame following behind you obediently, his voice coming out in a stuttered mess.

"ba-babe what's w-wrong?"

As you backed his big body into his bed, your pretty manicured fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts and tugged at it along with his boxers. Your voice rang out again. "You heard me Toru. boxers off." You pulled them down and his thick cock flopped out already twitching with interest. And by the time you settled on top of him, you had one hand on his cock, stroking it impatiently to life and with your other hand, you tugged your panties down. They were already soaked with the sweetness of your cunt. When they were off, you balled them up and shoved them into Toru's mouth, gagging him.

He was already whining, his cock sensitive from your rough handling. Precum slicking your palm as you worked him, then you lifted your hips and began to sink down on his cock, not wasting anytime to tease. The fat pink mushroomy tip of his cock notched at your hole, pushing in as your cunt stretched to take all of his hardened length.

With your lack of patience, you took his cock with little to no struggle, usually there would be a struggle, but you slid down. Sitting on every inch of that thick girth. He mewled weakly at the feeling, the muffled sound vibrating against the cotton in his mouth.

Then came your interrogatory questions.

"Ignored me yesterday? huhh asshole." Your eyes sharp and locking onto his bright blues with anger in them.

His face screwed up, maybe a little annoyed that you called him "asshole". He groaned, shifting on the bed a little, trying to adjust himself more comfortably.

"aah- i didnft, bahbe." Muffled and unclear, his words came out. You didn’t understand what he was trying to say.

You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips into a pout at his feeble attempt at explaining himself. And just grinded down on his cock. "Yeah, you ignored me, Toru." You said again firmly. "Saw my messages and didn't even send a text back."

He looked at you like he was in pain and he tried to talk again, but the panties muffled his voice. You reached two fingers in and tugged them out of his mouth. Finally able to speak properly now, he said "No babe, I didn't! I was studying... for that calc test, remember."

He sounded so pathetic, your pussy squeezing him nicely, around every vein of his trobbing length. You frowned, hands planted firmly on his chest, now.

"Is some test more important than me, your girlfriend?"

Fuck no. He screamed silently in his mind. How could a test ever be more important than his girlfriend's perfect pussy swallowing his cock right now he thought. "Hm toru?" You huffed again, breaking his attention, rocking down on his cock for emphasis.

"Fuck no babe" he blurted out. "Nothing's never more important than you, ever"

That response earned him your fingers digging into his shoulder, you lifted up and then took all of his cock again in one smooth drop. His hands flew to your waist now, he wanted to thrust up into your puffy cunt, drive his cock in deeper. Hoping to fuck into your tight gummy walls.

You saw that pleading look on his face. His eyes glassed over with need, you were still annoyed, so you shoved your panties back into his mouth before he could repeat another desperate, 'sorry'. You were gonna use him good, cause he didn't deserve to speak freely right now.

Your hips rolled slow at first,savouring the way his thickness split you open. Every ridge dragging along your walls and you could feel him throbbing inside you. Hot and heavy. His muffled whines pushing the fabric between his teeth. His fingers dug into your waist, but he didn't dare take control. Not when you had that fire in your eyes.

You leaned forward. bracing your hands on his chest again. your nails scratching lightly over his skin. you started bouncing, proper on him. The wet slap of your bodies filling his dorm room, each drop of your hips, took him to the hilt. Your cunt fluttering around him, squeezing like you wanted to milk him dry.

"You think studying is an excuse, Toru?" You asked between breaths. your voice low and sweet but edged with that annoyance. "I sat there waiting for one little text. And you left me on delivered."

He shook his head fast, Eyes wide and desperate, the panties kept him from forming real words. Only desperate sounds escaped. "mmph-haah-please."

You smiled at that, Mean and pretty. Then, you reached back and grabbed his balls gently. Rolling them in your palm while you kept riding him hard. his thighs trembled under you, cock twitching violently inside your heat. You knew he was close already, always your sensitive, pretty boy.

But you weren't done.

you slowed down again, grinding in circles. Letting his tip kiss that spot deep inside you that made your toes curl. Your own pleasure built slow and hot, moaning softly. Letting him hear how good he felt even when he had been bad.

"My perfect boyfriend can't even spare thirty seconds for me?" You cooed, tugging the panties out once more so you could hear his answer.

"I'm sorry, babe. i swear i didn't mean to," He gasped out immediately, voice wrecked. "Was buried in books and lost track of time. Your messages... fuck i saw them later and felt like shit."

You clicked your tongue, shoved the panties back in. "Too late for sorrys now, Toru."

You rode him faster, chasing your own high. Clit rubbing against his pelvis with every grind, pleasure sparking up your spine. His hands slid up your sides. Thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through your shirt. You let him because it felt good. Because even when you were punishing him, you still craved his touch.

His muffled cries grew louder, hips jerking up to meet you despite trying to stay still. you could feel him swelling inside you. So close, and you clenched around him on purpose, tight and rhythmic.

"You're gonna cum inside me," You told him, voice firm. "And you're gonna thank me for it after."

He nodded frantically, tears of overstimulation gathering at the corners of his eyes. You lifted up almost all the way, then slammed back down. Once. Twice. Three times, then your orgasm crashed over you first, walls pulsing hard around his cock. Soaking him with your release, crying out his name, sharp and sweet.

That pushed him over. He came with a broken whine. Thick ropes of cum flooding your cunt and spilling deep while your body milked every drop. His whole frame shook under you. big hands gripping your waist like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

You stayed seated on him for a long moment, catching your breath. Feeling the mess between you, his cum leaking out around his cock where you were still joined.

Finally, you pulled the panties from his mouth and tossed them aside. You leaned down and kissed him slow. Tasting the faint trace of yourself on his tongue. He kissed back eagerly, desperate and loving.

"Don't ignore me again Satoru," You whispered against his lips.

"Never again, babe," He promised, voice hoarse, his arms wrapping around you tight. "You're more important than anything. Always."

You smiled soft now. The annoyance melted into warmth and rocked your hips once more, lazily and affectionate. Feeling him twitch inside you even after he had finished.

The night was still young and you had plenty more ways to remind him exactly who always came first in his world.

Art by:@!albdgreen

you got jealous of the hostess eye-fucking your boyfriend, so you made him pay for it with your stilettos ♡

cr: @/adeline_ns (IG/X)

CW: NSFW. Heels kink, semi-public sex, cowgirl, creampie, possessive & jealous reader. Dom/sub undertones

Sylus was magnetic. The kind of man who commanded every room without even trying. Charismatic in a dangerous way, with that lazy, knowing smirk, those red cat-like eyes and a voice like velvet wrapped around a knife.

People didn’t just approach him, they were drawn to him. Some did it foolishly, lured by the thrill of his presence; others— mostly women—were pulled in by his raw, masculine aura.

Everyone in the room knew exactly what he was: the leader of Onychinus, a man who could ruin lives with a single word or a flick of his fingers. And, more importantly, everyone knew he was taken.

Everyone, except the whore of a hostess at the restaurant you were at now.

You were right by his side, clearly accompanying him, yet she flirted with him shamelessly. She leaned far too close over the polished counter, batting her lashes, her fingers lingering on his wrist when she grabbed his card. She was clearly enchanted by the infamous Sylus. He didn’t encourage it, but that signature smirk of his stayed in place, unreadable.

When you finally sat across from each other in the private booth, you ignored him completely. You stared pointedly at the menu, your jaw tight, but the words were a blur of meaningless ink. Your mind was still replaying the way that woman had looked at him like he was a prize to be won, ignoring the fact that you were by his side. It made your blood boil.

You gripped the menu at the thought.

“Kitten.”

You didn’t look up. You could feel his gaze on you—that heavy, all-knowing weight that always made your skin prickle.

“Sweetie, are you jealous?”

The audacity. You lowered the menu just enough to glare at him, letting all your irritation bleed into your expression. “No.”

Sylus leaned back against the leather booth, one arm draped lazily along the seat. He looked completely relaxed, entirely too entertained. “Let’s try again. Are you jealous of a hostess I didn’t even glance at twice?”

“She was practically hanging over the counter” you countered, your voice a sharp, low blade.

“And?”

And you let her, you thought, a surge of possessive fury overriding your restraint. You stood there like a king, enjoying the worship.

“And you…” You didn't finish the sentence. Instead, you dropped the menu entirely, leaning forward. Slowly, deliberately, you began to slide your heel up his thigh under the low table. The movement was teasing and measured, the sharp stiletto dragging along the expensive fabric of his trousers, feeling the hard, toned muscle beneath. “…didn’t say anything.”

His relaxed posture shifted instantly. His crimson eyes sharpened, turning dark and heavy with sudden interest. He didn’t pull away; he simply parted his legs a little wider, inviting you in, that dangerous smirk deepening with clear amusement and a flicker of growing arousal.

“Why would I waste—”

You didn’t let him finish. He was always so prone to lecturing, to trying to regain the upper hand with his smooth words. You dragged the heel back down with deliberate slowness, sliding it over the growing bulge in his trousers until the sharp point rested directly against his hardening cock. Then you pressed. Hard.

A low, ragged groan tore from Sylus’s throat. It wasn't the polished, composed sound he usually reserved for his subordinates; it was raw, unfiltered, and entirely yours. His crimson eyes flashed with a predatory hunger, the usual calm mask fracturing as his hips jerked forward, involuntarily chasing the sharp, punishing pressure of your heel.

“You’re really punishing me with the heels I bought you?” he rasped, a dark, breathless chuckle mixing with the words. “Naughty little thing… Look at you, all jealous and territorial.”

His large hand shot under the table instantly, fingers wrapping tightly around your ankle, anchoring your stiletto firmly against his throbbing length. He didn’t push you away. Instead, he ground up against it—slow, deliberate movements that let you feel every thick inch of him swelling and straining desperately against the expensive fabric.

“Harder, sweetie” he murmured “If you’re that mad about the hostess touching me, then punish me properly. Grind that pretty, expensive heel into my cock with all that jealousy.” He was rock-hard under your heel now, thick, heavy, and throbbing with every heartbeat. He was waiting for your next move, completely at your mercy, and he was clearly loving every second of the surrender.

But you suddenly stopped, yanking your ankle out of his grip.

The sudden shift in your demeanor caught him off guard—a flicker of genuine surprise finally pierced through his predatory mask. As you stood up, moving with a lethal grace, you didn't give him a second to recover. You slid into his side of the booth and straddled his lap.

He didn't protest as your fingers—deliberate and steady—reached for his belt. The heavy buckle clicked open with a sharp sound, followed by the slide of the zipper, exposing him to the cool air of the restaurant booth and the overwhelming heat radiating from you.

He looked up at you then, his crimson eyes dilated, burning with a mix of shock and dark hunger. He was a man accustomed to owning every situation, yet here he was—pinned, exposed, and entirely captivated by your next move.

You leaned down, your gaze locking with his, your voice dropping to a low, possessive murmur that seemed to vibrate against his skin. You guided him to your already slick entrance, one hand sliding your panties aside beneath the fabric of your crimson dress 

"You," you said, your voice dripping with an authority that matched his own as you lowered yourself, taking his tip inside you. He groaned as his cock twitched, thick and desperate for more. 

You kept your eyes fixed on his, your hands moving to cup his face, your palms pressing against his sharp jawline.

"Are," you continued, your voice breathless now as you began to settle, sinking further down, feeling his length fill you completely—an intoxicating fullness that made your head swim.

"Mine."

You sat down fully, the air driven from your lungs in a sharp, jagged exhale. Sylus let out a guttural, broken growl as his hands gripped your hips as if he were trying to imprint his touch onto your skin as you started moving on him, desperate and unrelenting.

"Look at you" he rasped, his hands digging into your waist to guide your rhythm. "So demanding when you finally decide to take what's yours."

You didn't answer, caught in the friction and the overwhelming heat of him. You accelerated, the sound of your skin slapping against his filling the small booth. The world narrowed down to the pressure, the slide, and the way he looked at you—worshipful and ruined. When the release finally crashed over you, pulling a sharp cry from your throat, he followed immediately. He groaned, a deep, earth-shaking sound that vibrated through your joined bodies, and he spilled into you, holding you anchored against him as he bucked upward.

As the aftershocks faded, you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, feeling the heavy, wet evidence of him dripping down your inner thighs. You quickly adjusted your underwear—trapping the slick warmth against you—and smoothed the dress back into place, sliding out of his lap to return to your seat.

Sylus let out a low, dark chuckle, his gaze heavy and possessive as he watched you fix your hair.

“Well, looks like my kitten decided to bare her claws” he rasped, that smug grin never leaving his face. “Feeling better now?”

You turned your head away with an exaggerated little “Hm.”

Sylus laughed, his eyes dark with lingering heat. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Exam stress leads to a late night horny decision. Everything is going great, until the guy in the video starts sounding a little too familiar

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“Were you filming yourself while thinking about me, Satoru?”

The words hit him like a punch to the chest, knocking the air out of his lungs.

His heart slammed against his ribs so hard he was certain you could hear it. His mouth went dry instantly. Between the two of you, the phone screen glowed like a live grenade on the coffee table; his own wrecked, pathetic voice still spilling from the speakers, mocking him with every confession.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He wanted to disappear. He wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole. He wanted to grab the phone and throw it out the window. Or throw himself out the window. But the worst part —  the most humiliating, soul-crushing part  — was that he was already getting hard again. A slow, shameful throb in his sweatpants, triggered simply by the way you were looking at him.

“I…” His voice cracked immediately. He swallowed but his throat was tight with rising panic. He forced himself to look at you.

Big mistake.

You were sitting on his couch like you belonged there, legs crossed, watching him systematically fall apart with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher.

You reached forward and tapped the screen, silencing the video. The sudden quiet was deafening. The absence of his own moans left only the sound of his ragged breathing and the frantic beating of his heart.

“You what, Satoru?” you asked, your voice deceptively soft.

The heat crawled up his neck, burning his ears a deep, painful crimson. He could feel sweat gathering at the back of his neck. His mind was a storm of static and shame.

She knows.

She knows I came in my pants like a pathetic loser in that hallway.

She heard me begging.

She knows I’ve been jerking off to her for months while pretending to be normal in class.

She knows exactly how disgusting I am.

“I—Yes” he whispered finally. The word tasted like surrender. He dragged a hand through his messy white hair, pulling at the roots as if he could yank the thoughts right out of his brain.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sight of you, but the image of you was burned into his retinas. When he opened them, you were still there. Still watching. Still judging.

“I tried to stop,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, fractured mutter. “After the first time, I—no. Fuck. That sounds like an excuse. I’m just making it worse.”

His cock twitched traitorously against the cloth, a sharp, stinging reminder of how badly he wanted to be at your feet. He shifted in the chair, a futile attempt to hide it, though he knew with agonizing certainty that you had noticed. He looked up, his blue eyes glassy, shimmering with a desperate vulnerability.

“I’m sorry” he muttered “I know how fucked up this is. You must think I’m disgusting. Some creep who’s been jerking off to you for months while borrowing your notes like nothing was wrong.”

The silence that followed was torture. Every second stretched painfully. His pulse thundered in his ears.  He felt stripped bare, raw, and completely at your mercy. And, in a way that made him hate himself even more, he found that he absolutely craved the feeling. 

He swallowed hard, his throat clicking, his gaze dropping to his lap where the bulge in his pants was becoming impossible to ignore. He felt so exposed it was killing him.

“I’ll delete the channel,” he said, the words tumbling out of him, desperate and jagged. He looked up again, his eyes wide and pleading, searching yours for any sign of mercy. “I’ll delete everything. All of it. Just… please, don’t hate me.”

He waited for the rejection. He braced himself for you to stand up, to leave, to call him a freak—anything would have been easier than this terrifying, steady gaze of yours. 

“No” you tilted your head “That would be such a waste, don’t you think?”

His brain short-circuited.

For a second he just stared at you, lips parted, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. The words didn’t compute at first. His heart was hammering so violently he felt dizzy.

She said… waste?

A violent shiver ran down his spine. His cock, already half-hard and traitorously interested, gave a full twitch inside his sweatpants. He hated how his body reacted before his brain could even process it.

“You…” His voice came out hoarse, almost broken. “W-What?”

Inside his head, the thoughts were screaming.

She knows everything. She saw me crying in the shower like a pathetic whore begging for her. She heard me say I wanted her to sit on my face in the hallway. And she’s saying it would be a waste to delete it?

Heat flooded his face so intensely he was sure he looked feverish. Shame burned through him, thick and nauseating, but underneath it — god, underneath it — there was a sick, desperate spark of hope. Of want.

You stood up slowly.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched you rise from the couch. You rounded the coffee table, and instinctively, he turned in his chair to keep you in sight. By the time you stopped in front of him, towering over his seated form, he had to tilt his head back to meet your eyes. 

You leaned down, one hand resting lightly on the back of his neck. Your breath ghosted on the other side of his head, just against his ear

“You’ve spent so much time performing for me, Satoru,” you whispered, voice velvety. “Begging for me in front of a camera…”

He leaned forward slightly, almost unconsciously, like his body was begging to get closer to you. 

You continued, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“Don’t you think it’s time you do it in my face?”

Then you slowly pulled back. His heart dropped as you walked around the coffee table and sat down on the couch again, facing him directly. The distance felt both relieving and agonizing.

Your gaze dropped for a second to his lap, then back up to his face. You bit your lip.

“Show me” you said quietly.

Satoru’s brain malfunctioned.

“W-what…?”

“Touch yourself,” you said. “Right now. In front of me. And tell me everything you’ve been thinking about when you do it.”

The room spun.

Satoru stared at you, mouth dry, heart thundering so hard he felt dizzy. He looked at you with wide, glassy eyes — desperate, ashamed, and so painfully turned on it hurt.

“I’ve been watching your videos for the last two weeks, Satoru,” you said, voice steady and clear. “Touching myself while listening to you moan. Cumming harder than I ever have in my life. I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking you were talking about some other girl. And I suffered because of it.” You leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on his. “So now you’re going to touch yourself in front of me. Right now.”

Satoru’s brain imploded.

She… subscribed?

The realization hit him like a freight train. All this time… you had been there. His mouth fell open. His eyes widened in pure, devastating shock.

It was you.

The question about the molecule on his hoodie. The way you suggested vancomycin for the project without hesitation. 

You had known for weeks. And instead of exposing him or hating him… you had been getting off to it.

He didn’t even have time to process it when you spoke again

“Touch. Yourself” you commanded, your voice cutting through his stupor like a whip. 

He didn't need to be told a third time. His obedience was instantaneous, a desperate reflex born from the knowledge that you had seen every pathetic, broken moment of his obsession. With fingers that felt thick and clumsy with adrenaline, he untied the drawstring of his sweatpants. 

The moment he freed himself, his flushed, aching cock sprang out, heavy and leaking at the tip. He looked up at you, pupils blown wide with shame and lust, silently begging for any sign of mercy.

But what he found was far worse.

You were biting your lip, eyes dark and fixed on his cock, as if the sight genuinely delighted you.

That was enough. A broken whimper tore from his throat before he could stop it. His hand finally wrapped around his throbbing length, and the first stroke pulled another pathetic sound out of him, his head dropping forward, white hair falling over his eyes and the thin frame of his glasses as he tried to hide from your gaze.

“Look at me” your voice was calm but firm. “If you had no problem saying those filthy things on camera while thinking about me, then you can say them to my face, Satoru.”

Satoru let out a shaky, humiliated sob. Slowly, he lifted his head, forcing himself to meet your eyes.

His hand started moving, slow and trembling.

“I… every time you walked into class…” he whispered, voice cracking, “I couldn’t stop staring at your legs… fuck— I kept imagining them wrapped around my head…”

“Faster.”

Satoru whimpered and obeyed instantly, his hand speeding up.

“Your face… You’re so pretty— ahh— I’d cum thinking about you looking down at me while I eat you out…”

“Slow down.”

He let out a desperate noise but obeyed, slowing his strokes to a torturous pace, hips twitching helplessly.

“I thought about your tits constantly… how soft they’d feel… how much I wanted to bury my face between them and suck on them until my tongue gets sore…”

“Squeeze the head” you murmured.

Satoru gasped sharply, thumb pressing over the sensitive head on every upstroke, precum dripping over his fingers.

“I kept wondering if you— fuck— if it would’ve fit…”

“Faster again. Keep going.”

His hand immediately picked up speed, strokes becoming frantic.

“Your voice… how smart you are… the way you explain things in class like it’s nothing, it— it turned me on so much”

His thighs were shaking now. He was dangerously close.

“And your perfume… I could smell it every time you walked past me… it made me so fucking hard I wanted to drop to my knees and bury my face between your legs right there— Fuck— I can’t—”

“Stop, Satoru.”

The command hit him like a bucket of ice water.

He let out a broken, pained whimper. His hand froze around his throbbing cock, right on the edge. Every muscle in his body tensed as he fought the overwhelming urge to keep going. His hips twitched desperately, trying to chase the friction, but he forced himself to stay still. Tears slipped down his flushed cheeks. The effort was inhuman. His cock pulsed angrily in his hand, leaking steadily, begging for release.

You stood up slowly. Satoru stayed exactly where he was, hand still wrapped around himself, trembling violently as he fought not to cum. He watched you kick the small coffee table aside with a harsh scrape. Then you stepped between his spread knees, towering over him.

Gently, you slid his glasses off his face and perched them atop his messy white hair before leaning down until your faces were only inches apart. 

“Cum” you whispered against his lips.

Then you kissed him.

The contact was the final spark on a fuse. He let out a wrecked, muffled moan directly into your mouth. Thick, heavy ropes of cum spilled over his hand and onto his hoodie in powerful, uncontrollable spurts. His whole body shook violently as he kissed you back with desperate need, whimpering and whining against your lips with every pulse.

When the last spasm finally faded, you pulled back slightly. You lowered his glasses back onto his nose with careful fingers. He could barely focus — his vision was blurry, his mind completely blank.

“You don’t know how much I want to fuck you Satoru…” you murmured, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “All I want is to sink down on your cock right here… but you’ve been a really bad boy.”

Satoru let out a broken, needy moan at your words. The confession hit him like a punch to the gut. You wanted him. You actually wanted to fuck him. The thought made his spent cock twitch weakly in his hand.

“So we’re going to do this slowly,” you whispered, your thumb stroking his bottom lip. “And you’ll be rewarded like the good boy I know you can be. Yeah?”

He could only nod weakly, completely fucked out. His mind was blank, his body still trembling, eyes glassy with exhaustion and overwhelming emotion.

You straightened up, gave him one final look, and turned around, leaving him there — hand still weakly wrapped around his spent cock, covered in his own mess, completely ruined.

—

Leaving Satoru’s dorm took far more self-control than you expected. The second the door clicked shut behind you, your legs felt weak. You leaned against the wall in the hallway for a moment, heart still racing, thighs pressed together as you tried to calm the throbbing between them.

Sitting in front of him, you realized that the camera had done him zero justice. In person he was so much thicker, longer and prettier, with veins that mapped all his length in beautiful lines. The memory of how that thick, pulsing length felt in your mind, and the impossible size of him made your stomach drop. You could almost feel the phantom of his cock opening you up, the exquisite, sharp pain of being filled by someone who wanted you that badly. 

And you had made him cum just from your voice and a kiss.

The memory made your mouth water like a bitch in heat.

By the time you reached your dorm, you were so soaked it was uncomfortable. You locked the door, stripped down to nothing, and touched yourself furiously on your bed, replaying the sounds he made when he came — those broken, desperate whimpers right against your lips. You came twice that night thinking about him, no video needed.

The next day in class, when you saw him walk in wearing that stupid vancomycin hoodie, you were fighting for your life.

You wanted to drag him into the nearest empty classroom and ride him so hard neither of you could walk for days. You wanted to push him against the wall and take that thick, heavy cock in your mouth, feeling his hands tangle in your hair while you worked him until his knees buckled. You wanted to hear him lose his mind, to make him beg, to hear the exact moment your name turned into a plea.

But you held back. 

You wanted him desperate. You wanted him to be just as hollowed out and starving as you had been, shivering in your bed while you watched his videos, consumed by the agonizing, burning jealousy of wondering who else he was touching himself for. 

So you stayed cruel.

You ignored the way he looked at you in the hallways with those big, pleading blue eyes. You ignored how he seemed to hover near your usual seat, body language practically screaming for a sign, for a touch, for a reason to snap. Every time you walked past him, feeling his gaze tracking you, you tightened your thighs, reminded of how easily you could break him.

The days dragged on like that. Torture for both of you.

Until Friday night, when you finally picked up your phone and typed the message.

Tomorrow 6pm? For the project. My dorm.

You hit send. Then you watched the little typing… bubble appear.

Disappear.

Reappear.

Disappear again.

Nearly a minute passed before your phone buzzed.

I’ll be there

—

By the time Satoru knocked on your door at 6pm on Saturday, you had already decided how the night was going to go.

You opened the door wearing nothing but a thin white tank top with no bra and tiny black pajama shorts. The moment he saw you, his eyes widened, dropping straight to your chest, then to your bare thighs. He swallowed hard.

“Come in” you said calmly, stepping aside.

He walked into your dorm like he was entering sacred ground. His eyes darted around — the desk covered in notes, the photos on the wall.

He looked nervous. And it was endearing. 

For the first hour, you actually made him work. You explained papers, pointed at diagrams, asked him questions. He tried his best to focus, but you could see the way his eyes kept drifting to your chest, the way he shifted uncomfortably every few minutes.

You loved how hard he was trying.

You leaned in closer, pressing your soft tits against his arm as you pointed at something on the laptop.

“You’re doing so good, Toru…” you murmured near his ear. “Keeping focused even though you’re already so hard for me.”

He let out a shaky breath, the little nickname breaking something inside him.

You kept teasing him like that — small touches, pressing your body against him, whispering praise while talking about the project. By the time you finally closed the laptop, he was breathing heavily, cheeks flushed, cock visibly straining against his sweatpants.

“Come with me?” you said softly.

You led him into your bedroom, the air suddenly thick and stifling. The only light came from your bedside lamp, casting shadows across the sheets—the very same sheets you’d ruined yourself on multiple times watching him.

Satoru stood in the center of the room, looking like a man standing on the edge of a cliff desperate to jump.

“Close the door, Satoru” you said

He obeyed instantly, the click of the lock sounding like a gavel. He turned back to you, his blue eyes blown wide, searching your face behind his glasses.

“You haven’t said a word since you got here, aside from chem stuff” you remarked, stepping closer. “Are you enjoying the torture? Is that what this is for you?”

“It—It’s not torture,” he rasped, his voice rough “I just— I can’t breathe. I’ve been thinking about you all day, all week”

You stopped right in front of him, looking up at his tall frame. 

“Tell me, Satoru…” you said softly, reaching up to brush your fingers along his jaw. “What do you want to do to me? Say it.”

He swallowed hard, struggling to get the words out.

“I… I want to drop to my knees and bury my face between your legs,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I want to taste you until you’re pulling my hair and telling me I’m doing good”

He was breathing faster now, clearly humiliated by his own honesty, but he kept going.

“I want to feel how tight you are around me. I want to hear you moan my name while I fill you up…”

His voice cracked at the end, eyes dropping to the floor in embarrassment.

You smiled softly, heart racing with satisfaction. Without saying anything, you turned around and walked slowly toward your nightstand, giving him a perfect view of your ass in those tiny shorts.

“And what do you want to do to my pussy, mmh?” you asked over your shoulder

You opened the drawer and retrieved your new toy—thick, realistic, and a little oversized. You’d bought it with one purpose in mind: to stretch yourself out until you could finally handle him 

You turned around, holding the toy in your hand, and climbed onto the bed. You sat against the headboard, legs slightly parted, and looked at him.

Satoru’s eyes were glued to the dildo. His mouth was open, cheeks burning red. He looked completely overwhelmed.

With your eyes fixed on him, you hooked your thumb into the waistband of your shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs in one smooth motion. You tossed them aside and spread your legs slowly, exposing your glistening pussy to him.

You extended the dildo toward him.

“Come show me,” you said softly, voice dripping with need. “Show me exactly what you want to do to me, Satoru.”

Satoru froze. For several long seconds he just stared, completely stunned. His mouth fell open slightly, blue eyes wide behind his glasses as they raked over your body — your nipples hardening through the thin tank top, your spread thighs, your wet, shiny pussy right in front of him.

He had spent months fantasizing about this exact moment. Months touching himself while imagining you like this. And now it was real.

He crawled between your legs like he was in a trance, breathing ragged and uneven.

“Fuck…” he whispered, almost to himself. His glasses slipped slightly down his nose as he leaned in closer, eyes glued to your dripping entrance. “You’re too beautiful, I’m going to die”

His hand trembled violently as he took the dildo from you. 

“Stop waiting for permission Satoru” you groaned, impatient  “Show me how badly you want to be inside me“

He obeyed, pressing the thick head of the toy against your folds, rubbing it up and down slowly, coating it with your slick. His breath hitched every time he felt how wet you were.

You moaned softly.

“Put it in” you encouraged.

He slowly pushed the tip inside you. The sight of your pussy stretching around the toy made him let out a broken, needy moan.

“Oh my god…” he breathed, voice wrecked. “You’re so wet…”

He started thrusting the dildo slowly, almost reverently, his eyes never leaving the point where it disappeared inside you. He reached out with his free hand, resting his palm gently against your thigh.

“You’re doing so good,” you murmured, rolling your hips to meet his movements. “Fuck— this is not even as big as you… You’re going to fucking rip me up, won’t you?”

Satoru whimpered loudly, pushing the toy deeper.

“I want to…” he confessed, voice trembling but growing bolder with every thrust. “I want to stretch you open so bad… I want to feel how tight you’d be around my cock… I’ve jerked off so many times imagining how you’d squeeze me…”

His strokes became more confident. The shame was still there, burning on his cheeks, but the hunger was winning. He was getting lost in the sight of you.

You moaned louder, one hand reaching down to rub your clit.

“Faster” you breathed “Show me how you’d ruin me.”

He complied instantly , fucking you with the dildo harder, eyes glassy behind his glasses as he watched every inch slide in and out of you.

“You’re so wet…” he whispered, almost in awe. “I can hear how soaked you are… I want to bury my cock inside you so bad… I want to feel you clench around me while I fill you up.”

After a few minutes, you looked at him with dark, hungry eyes.

“You can touch yourself,” you said. “Stroke that big cock while you fuck me with the toy.”

Satoru didn’t hesitate. He pushed his pants down with his free hand and wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock, stroking himself in time with the thrusts of the dildo.

“Fuck— you’re so tight…” he groaned, eyes flicking between your pussy and your face. “I don’t know how I’m going to fit —ahh—but I want to try so bad. I want to stretch you open until you’re —fuck—crying my name”

Satoru’s breath hitched, his strokes growing erratic and desperate.

You reached up, threading your fingers into his snowy hair and yanking him down into a fierce, messy kiss, swallowing his broken moans as your tongue claimed his mouth. He melted instantly, letting you lead, his strokes turning sloppy and frantic as he fucked you with the toy exactly how you wanted.

The coil inside you snapped first. You cried out against his lips, thighs trembling as your orgasm ripped through you, clenching hard around the dildo while pleasure flooded your body.

The moment you started cumming, Satoru broke.

“Mmph—!” His muffled whine vibrated against your mouth as his whole body jerked. Thick, warm spurts of cum spilled over his fingers and onto your stomach while he kept desperately kissing you back, needy and sloppy, like he couldn’t bear to pull away even while he was falling apart. His hips stuttered, hand still weakly pumping his cock through the orgasm, completely lost in you.

When you finally let him breathe, he was panting heavily, cheeks flushed deep red, lips swollen and shiny. His forehead dropped against your neck, hot and shaky breaths fanning over your skin.

You were still coming down from your high, gently stroking his hair, when you felt it — something warm and wet against your collarbone.

You blinked, tilting your head slightly. 

He tried to hide it by pressing his face harder into your neck, but his shoulders were trembling and little sniffles kept escaping him.

He was crying. The realization made you start to panic.

“Satoru, no—I’m s—” 

“God—” he choked out “That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.” 

You buried your face in your hand, his breath still lingering against your neck.

Now, you were the one who was truly fucked.

You finally got a taste... you can’t say I’m edging you anymore LOL 😭

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1. He gets flustered very easily. Even after being in a relationship with him for several years he still gets shy around you in a cute way that shows how much he still admired you.

2. He always holds hands and insists on holding hands in public and will get his feeling hurt when you let go because your hands get too sweaty. He will pout and and say that his hands weren’t sweaty and get almost sad that you let go.

3. He defidentally does your homework for you even though it’s slightly against his morals but he’d do anything to help his baby.

4. He won’t admit it but he prefers being the little spoon over the big spoon. He loves the feeling of your arms wrapped around him as he falls asleep. It makes him feel so safe.

5. He has several pairs of DC superhero and Digimon underwear which you cant help but admit that it compliments his personality. It’s pretty cute.

6. His favorite sex position is cowgirl because he finds release both physically and mentally from being so smart all the time and needs his brain to turn into mush for a moment. He loves the feeling of being under you as you make him see stars. Afterwards his brain short circuits and stops working for about 30 minutes. He gets fucked out easily. He will fall asleep almost immediately after sex.

7. He tends to occasionally cum prematurely but you cant help but think it’s cute because it just shows how whipped he is for his girlfriend. When you first started dating you playfully touched his chest and accidentally grazed his nipple causing him to make a strangled noise and paint the inside of his underwear and jeans white. He was mortified! But you thought it was cute

8. He likes it when you litter his body in kisses and love bites. Especially if you’re not afraid to mark his body. He melts when you nibble along his throat that he willingly exposes to you. He loves it when you leave hickies all over his abs so he can show off that he has been marked by you when he’s in the changing room or working out.

9.He is really into nipple play. He could and has came from nipple play alone. It turns him into a blabbering whimpering mess. He can’t help it when he feels your tongue swirl and stimulate his pink nipples.

10. He has a public sex kink that he didn’t knew he had until you. There was this time you were both at a restaurant and while talking you moved your leg under the table and pressed your heel down in between his legs over his sensitive clothed cock causing him to choke back a moan and cover his mouth with his hand. Hed lecture you but stop once you ran the ball of your foot over his now hard cock thanks to you, hell throw his head back in public and cover his mouth with his hand. A waitress came by and asked what was wrong thinking he was sick when he was really just a horny mess that was at risk of cumming his dress pants. You smiled and said hes just had a long day. “Y-yeah long day”, he says sfter he shakily exhales. He couldn’t help the blush that covered his face. Thinking about this incident gets him hard every time.

while checking himout, your eyes, from where you were sitting on your shared bed, meet his in his reflection. An overly confident smirk. that before he even says anything you know that he knows exactly what perverted thoughts that you are thinking.

Next thing you know he turns around and exits the bathroom with his cocky smirk looking right at you. “it’s nice that I can still catch my girlfriend checking me out after all of our time together.” He teases.

“I wasn’t checking you out. I was wondering why you were ogling at your self.” You comment in a teasing tone. ”come on babe…. just admit that you were totally checking out your sexy boyfriend.”

You shake your head no. He frowns and, “Says babe your breakin my heart over here. Just say, “yes babe! Yes Satoru! i was totally checking you out”. You shake your head no once again.

Suddenly he’s laying on top of you smothering your face with his muscular chest. You Squeal, laugh and playfully beg for him to get off you. “Babe your tits are smothering me” you mutter while giggling, muffled by his chest. ”yeah yeah cry me a river. This situation was completely avoidable on your part babe he teases.“ he purrs.

You manage To get your hands out from under him and tickle his sides. He starts laughing fanatically begging for you to stop as you manage to switch positions so you’re on top of him. You confidentially hold his hands over his head as a bold smirk appeared on your face. could feel a pleasant throbbing between your thighs as you strattle him.

“Oh no… not that look. I know what that means.” He says as you beguin to trace the outline of his lips softly with your tongue . His confident facade fading at the pickle he just got himself into. The overly confident, cocky look that was previously on his face was no longer present. Although he doesn't seem to mind much once he feels your soft lips crash’s against his. He lets out a chocked moan when you playfully nip his bottom lip as you run your fingers through his soft white hair.

You slowly swirl tounge around his before you pull away to place soft kisses against his sensitive throat. Littering him in kisses while he now layed with a content look on his face. “T-Thats nice Dove” he says shakily. “aa-ahh“ he cries out as you suck on the skin of his neck. His blue eyes roll back in his head as he leans into your touch. throwing his head back. If he could expose more of his neck to you he would.

You move your lips from his neck to his collar bones. Gently suckling on the sensitive soft skin, then you move to his pecs more specifically his nipples. You pull away just for moment to massage his pecs. He closes his eyes and smiles at the pleasant sensation before he whimpers in pleasure when he feels the sensation of you taking his right nipple back into your mouth. “b-babe i might just cum if you keep doing that”, he murmurs to you. You swirl your tongue repeatedly against the sensitive bud.

You move to his other nipple, teasingly rolling It between your fingers before taking it into your mouth. One might think he was uncomfortable due to the horny noises he was making but the hard erection pent up against your thigh even through his jeans says otherwise. he felt as though he could already cum even without any friction to his groin.

He felt intoxicated almost, he always loved when you took control and used his body as your personal fuck doll. “hmmmph“ he moans as he thrusts his hips up against your clothed clit, desperate for friction. You roll your hips ever so slowly against his cock as you pull away from his nipple and turn his attention to his toned stomach.

He shivers as you traced a finger between and around each one of his abs all the while rubbing against his clothed cock restricted from his soft jeans. All the while grinding against him. he always loved when you were dominant like this. You couldn’t help but shuttered at the feeling in-between your legs.

You scoot down from where you were to makeout with his stomach (neglecting his poor cock and earning a neglected moan from him). You run your tounge between the center of his abs while digging your nails along his toned sides. You cover the plane of his stomach in kisses. sloppily kissing all eight of his abs and before turning your attention finally to his clothed cock.

You pull down his pants just below his thighs. he signed at the thought of finally being able to release. little did he know that you had other ideas for him. You palm him through his stupid Digimon boxers. he breathed shakily biting back whimpers.

“Nice hardware your packing there babe” you say as you grip his cock eagerly over his underwear as if you haven’t done this a thousand times before. He blushes at this comment putting a cocky grin on his face. “so ive been told babe. So ive been told.”, he says teasingly. You respond to his teasing by pulling his colorful boxers down causing his cock to slap against his tummy.

Even after all the time you’ve been together you still thought he was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You see as you look down at teased meds under you. “Baby could you please touch my dick. I’m kinda neglected over here after all of teasing I patiently sat through” he says pitifully.

You wanted to tease him some more, but decided not to because he’s been such a good boy for you. You grab his pale cock with a pretty pink tip and begun to pump him carfully up up and down. You’ve lost count of how many times Satoru‘s eyes have rolled back in his head as you pump him carfully Getting him ready to take in your mouth.

You release his cock. Immediately a heart aching look appeared on his pretty face. “Why are you being mean? Teasing me like this?” He pouts sadly. Immediately taking it back when you take his mushroom tip your mouth and shutters when you swirl the tip of your tounge along his sensitive tip. “Hah” he gasps softly as he closes his eyes at the feeling. You hollow out your cheeks and take him completely into your mouth.

you bob your head up and down around his pretty cock with swollen lips. he gasps as you suck him off and beguins to squirm at the feeling of your lips around him. “Ngghh” he cries as You gently scrape your teeth along his shaft as you Bob your head.

he unintentially thrusts his hips foward due to pleasure causing you to gag as his cock hits the back of your throat causing you to gag. he catches himself, ”sorry, sorry babe. I didn’t mean to. I swear it just um I swear i didn’t mean to.” you give him a thumbs up signally that it’s okay and it’s okay to keep going.

you continue to suck him off when he says “ Babe babe I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.” He bucks his hips foward into your mouth his cock once again hits the back of your throat. although you take it like a champ and continue to pop your head.

“Ahhhhh ngghhhh I’m-m-I’m coming“ he moans and mumbles as his face contorts and he paints your throat white with his seed. You swallow and remove his cock from your mouth with a poping noise.

Exam stress leads to a late night horny decision. Everything is going great, until the guy in the video starts sounding a little too familiar

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You woke up the next morning with a dull pounding in your skull and your mouth painfully dry. For one merciful second, your mind was blissfully blank. Then the memories crashed over you all at once.

The dimly lit hallway.

Satoru’s tall frame pressed back against the wall.

The broken whimper that escaped his lips when your mouth found his neck.

Your own lips still felt faintly swollen, as if you could still taste the warmth of his skin—sweet, soft, and addictive. Between your thighs, a traitorous heat lingered at the mere recollection of his hardness pressing against you.

The memory refused to leave you. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw his flushed face—lips swollen, eyes wide with shock and something dangerously close to desperate want. 

But it was the scent that haunted you the most. He smelled so good—deliciously masculine, soft, and unmistakably him. And now, as you lay in bed, the faint trace of his cologne still clung to your skin, inextricably entwined with your favorite vanilla fragrance.

By the time you dragged yourself to the small breakfast counter in your dorm, guilt twisted sharply in your stomach making it impossible to eat. The jealousy that had fueled your drunken courage the night before now felt pathetic and ugly in the daylight.

The chat with Satoru had been open for nearly thirty minutes. The cursor blinked mockingly at the end of another half-written message you’d already deleted twice.

Hey, about last night…

Delete.

I’m really sorry. I’ll finish the project, you won’t have to see me anymore.

Delete.

Satoru, I need to tell you something important. I know about your channel. I’m not going to tell anyone, I swear. I just—

You stopped. 

How the hell were you supposed to explain this without sounding like a complete stalker? Hey! I’ve been getting off to your videos while pretending I didn’t know it was you and then I basically attacked your neck cause the real thing was too much to resist?

You groaned, burying your face in your arms on the counter. He hadn’t texted you either. But what were you expecting him to do anyway? After what you’d done, he was probably avoiding you cause he thought you were insane. 

“Fuck” you muttered.

By the afternoon, the guilt had become unbearable. You still hadn’t texted him, instead, you forced yourself to open the shared document for the chemistry project. You tried to work for a while, adding a few clumsy notes and sources, but every sentence felt forced and meaningless. 

Shoko texted asking how you were feeling. You replied with a vague “hungover af, but alive” and quickly ignored her follow-up asking if you’d talked to “pretty eyes” yet. 

Eventually you gave up on the document, flopping onto your bed, grabbing your phone to try and write an apology one last time.

Hey. About last night… I’m really sorry. I was way too drunk and I shouldn’t have done that. Can we still work on the project? I promise I’ll keep things professional.

You didn’t send that one either. Professional. As if you hadn’t left hickeys on his neck and felt him hard against your stomach while he whimpered into your mouth.

You realized then that you were terrified of the silence between you. If you sent that message, you would be forcing him to acknowledge what happened, and you weren’t sure you could handle his rejection—or worse, his pity. You just couldn’t do it. 

You were just about to lock your phone when a notification banner slid down from the top of the screen.

⤷ blue.sg uploaded a new video!                2 min ago

You knew you were a hypocrite. A massive one. You’d spent the entire day feeling guilty, writing fifty different apologies, and yet, here you were—thumb pressing on the notification before your brain could talk you out of it 

There was no title. Just a short description: from last night. 

The video started abruptly.

The camera was propped up on the sink, slightly crooked, as if he had thrown it there in a rush. Steam already filled the bathroom. Satoru stepped straight into the shower, fully naked, and the water crashed down on him immediately. His face was out of frame, but the water ran down his abs and over his impossibly hard cock.

He didn’t tease. There was none of his usual slow, shy build-up.

This was pure desperation.

His large hand wrapped around his throbbing cock and he started stroking immediately — fast, rough, almost punishing. The wet, obscene sounds of his fist flying over slick skin were loud even over the running water.

“Fuck…” he groaned, voice already wrecked. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

His hand moved frantically, squeezing tight, thumb pressing hard against the sensitive head every time he stroked upward. Precum mixed with the water, making everything look deliciously slippery.

“I accepted that—fuck—invitation cause I knew you were going to be there…” he panted as hips jerking forward into his fist. “I hate these things but I just wanted to see you.”

His strokes became even faster, almost angry.

“I was trying to make up my mind to send you a text….something I would never do anyway —ahh—fuck—but then you show up in front of me looking like the prettiest fucking angel I’ve ever seen in my life and I completely forgot how to function”

His voice cracked beautifully as he twisted his wrist on the upstroke. A broken whimper escaped him, high and needy.

“I know you were drunk… I know it didn’t mean anything to you. You weren’t thinking straight, but I… fuck—”

He was breathing hard now, almost sobbing between words. He fucked his fist harder, hips snapping forward desperately. Water ran down his toned abs and over his throbbing length as he squeezed tighter.

“I can’t stop thinking about it. That vanilla is like a fucking drug. I can still smell it on my skin. You smelled so fucking good.” he whispered the last word as he leaned his forearm against the tiled wall for support “Your lips were so soft and wet… you tasted like alcohol and sweetness and I— ahh— I got so fucking hard it hurt. I came in my pants like a desperate loser. I couldn’t even move. Just sat there on the floor with your lipstick on my neck and my pants ruined like a pathetic puppy.”

A particularly filthy moan tore out of him. The camera caught everything: the way his heavy cock throbbed in his hand, the way his abs clenched, the way his knees almost buckled.

“I’m so fucking pathetic for you…” he whimpered, voice hoarse and trembling. “And I know it was nothing to you, but to me— fuck, to me it was everything. I wanted to beg you to keep going. I wanted you to push me down, sit on my face, use my cock however you wanted. I would’ve let you ride me right there in that hallway”

He let out a ragged, shuddering breath, his head dropping. 

“I wanted to cry after you left. I sat on the floor with cum in my pants and still got hard again ten minutes later just thinking about your tits pressed against me” He let out another filthy, desperate moan “—fuck—I wanted to grab them so fucking bad, wanted to bury my face between them and suck on them—ahh— please… even if you regret it, even if I’m just a mistake, use me. I don’t care how pathetic I sound.  I’ll whimper and beg and cum all over myself every time you want. Just— fuck— just let me have something.”

He was stroking so fast now the motion was almost blurry. His balls were drawn up tight, cock swollen and dark.

“I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum— fuck—!”

A loud, broken cry ripped out of him as thick, powerful ropes of cum shot against the shower wall. He kept stroking through it, moaning shamelessly, body jerking with every spurt. There was so much that even with the water running, it dripped down the tiles in messy streaks.

He stayed there for a long moment afterward, breathing hard, forehead pressed against the tile, water cascading over his trembling figure.

Then, almost like he suddenly remembered the camera existed, he reached out with a wet, shaky hand and stopped the recording.

You sat there in silence for a second, heart hammering against your ribs. 

The screen went black, leaving you staring at your own reflection. Your breath was shallow, your heart still racing, and the air around you felt thick with the heavy, lingering presence of Satoru’s confession.

He’s talking about me.

The realization slammed into you with dizzying force.

You’d spent the whole day torturing yourself, convinced you’d crossed an unforgivable line by watching his content and then kissing him. Meanwhile, Satoru had an entire secret porn channel dedicated to jerking off and whimpering for you. 

And last night, after what happened at the party, he had run straight home and broken down in the shower once again because of you.

The irony hit so hard you almost laughed, except the sound came out as a shaky exhale. For a long moment you just sat there, chest heaving, panties soaked and thighs pressed together.

Suddenly, all the guilt transformed into something hot and sharp in your chest.

Power.

This shy, sweet boy who blushed when you looked at him had been secretly obsessed with you. Filming himself falling apart for you. Begging the camera for you.

And now you knew.

A part of you wanted to close the app, to preserve the sanctity of what you’d just witnessed, but the need to see how the world reacted to your boy was too strong to ignore. You tapped it.

You read through them, a wave of possessiveness washing over you, layering itself onto that newfound sense of power.

You didn’t need to watch any more. You had seen enough. The adrenaline thrumming beneath your skin had shifted into something else entirely, no longer fueled by the video itself, but by the idea already taking shape in your mind.

Without another thought, you opened your messages and typed:

Cho. I need a favor.

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The hallway outside room 127 smelled faintly of instant ramen and laundry detergent. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you stood outside Satoru's door, your fist hovering in the air for a split second before you finally knocked.

The lock clicked.

Satoru looked exhausted. His white hair was a mess, as though he'd been dragging his hands through it for hours. Dark shadows sat beneath his eyes, and an oversized black hoodie swallowed his frame. His blue eyes widened when they landed on you.

“Can I come in?” you asked.

He swallowed, then stepped aside without a word.

The apartment was quiet. The small living room was neat enough to look recently cleaned, yet something about it still felt lived in—a mug abandoned on the table, the white hoodie tossed over the arm of the couch, the faint scent of coffee still hanging in the air. 

Satoru hovered awkwardly by the kitchen counter.

“You can... sit.”

You lowered yourself onto one end of the couch.

He remained standing for another second before sitting on the chair opposite you, hands resting on his knees, unable to meet your eyes for more than a moment.

“Do you want anything? Water? Tea...?”

You shook your head.

“No.”

Silence settled between you, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was suffocating.

Satoru’s knee bounced almost imperceptibly. His fingers twisted together before he forced them apart again. 

Every few seconds, he'd glance at you, only to look away the instant your eyes met.

You reached into your pocket without saying a word.

Unlocked your phone.

Opened the video.

Then, leaning forward, you placed it face-up on the coffee table between you and gently slid it across until it stopped in front of him.

He frowned, then looked down. The moment he recognized what was on the screen, every trace of color vanished from his face. 

The video replayed from where you’d left it paused.

The shower. His voice. His hand.

Slowly—almost fearfully—his gaze lifted to yours. His expression was pure panic.

You held his eyes for a long moment before finally speaking.

“Were you filming yourself while thinking about me, Satoru?”

the song that sounded in my head after the end

1- I'm sorry

2- bro is so famous he got 248 likes in like 10 minutes

3- that ""smau"" took SO long to make. I hated every second of it. it doesn't make ANY SENSE but I needed to do it.

4- actually I'm not sorry

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