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Manjiro loves your plush thighs. But imagine his surprise when you wrap your legs around him for the first time as he eats you out, your thighs on either side of his head. You apologized thinking he was having trouble moving but that only made him claw onto your thighs not even letting you go as he continued pleasuring you but he wants you to crush His skull as he eats you out

He just loves your thighs okay:(((i mean who doesn't love thighs <3)

NEVER ENOUGH — SANO MANJIRO.

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ sano manjiro x reader — 1.1k words — manjiro thinks in all honesty, he could spend forever between your thighs if you let him

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, cunnilingus, clit + thigh kissies :,), teasing, begging, fingering, overstimulation, use of pet names (princess), you only refer to him as manjiro bc i think its more intimate like that okay :(

— notes ⋮ happy (slightly late) birthday to manjiro the man i started tokrev for. ily dearly even tho u make me so sad

it’s instinctive—the way your legs clamp around his head as his tongue flattens and strokes over your clit. it makes you whine, your head falling back against the plush of the pillows under you. you have a shaky apology ready as soon as it happens, hanging loosely from your lips, just about to tumble out as your thighs ease off of his head—but to your surprise, manjiro almost growls, hands moving up and keeping you firmly in place as his fingers dig into your plush skin. he tosses both legs over his shoulders, burying himself deeper into your pussy, like it’s the last thread keeping him hanging onto a lifeline, like the first drop of rain after a drought falls on his tongue as he licks a stripe along your entrance. 

you whimper, gifting him with the sweetest of sounds as his tongue fucks into you, gliding along your folds before moving back to your clit. this time, when his tongue flicks across it, the back and forth motion making your legs squeeze around him once more, he groans against you. the vibrations make you gasp, your voice quivering as you call out his name like a prayer. 

“m-manjiro, fuck,” you mewl, moaning softly as his lips close around your clit and he sucks, tongue still rolling over it as he devours you like he’s been starved of sweetness his whole life—sweetness that only you offer, that he can only find with his head tucked between your legs. 

“so wet,” he hums, pride laced in his tone, and when he pulls off with a gentle kiss to your clit, he chuckles playfully at the way you whine at the loss, “prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he mumbles, “soaked just for me?”

and then he’s back to licking along your pussy before you can even beg him to, like the short interval he pulls away is a disservice to him more than it is you—like he needs your slick smearing along his chin and your clit bumping against his nose to breathe. your legs quiver over his shoulders, making a warm, callused palm rub over your thigh soothingly just as he buries his tongue a little deeper, moaning against your cunt as you cry out. 

“more,” you whine—because he spoils you, always gives you the most until even that’s not enough either, always gives you more and more until you’re selfish enough to always expect it. so your fingers clutch onto his hair, wrapping around the strands and tugging as you pout down at him slightly before you sniffle, “more, please—’s not enough.”

“oh yeah?” he chuckles, pulling away again—but this time, the kiss is pressed to your inner thigh. he alternates the tender kisses he presses along your soft flesh, lips planting onto one leg at a time, slowly worshipping the skin like it’s a gift that’s divine and holy. manjiro thinks in all honesty, he could spend forever between your thighs if you let him. “spoiled you that rotten, huh? ‘s just not enough for you now?”

you nod before you can help it, “please baby, i need it,” you beg, wriggling your hips closer to his face, making him laugh quietly once more. 

“what do you need?” he teases, grinning up at you smugly. there’s a small part of him that registers there’s an ache between his own legs, a throbbing of his own that could easily be tended to—but that’s not nearly as fun as playing with you like this. 

“need you,” you huff, “need to cum,” your voice is impatient, desperate, pained even. and he just can’t have that. 

so, with a soft hum of understanding, one finger sinks into you, and then another, and then he’s curling them into your sweet spot like he knows you down to your very core. you’re warm and slick around his fingers as he stretches you out, fluttering down on him as he presses into you with his fingertips right where you need him. and then his lips are latched onto your clit again, sucking around the sensitive bud as he bullies his digits into your tight walls over and over. 

the wet, squelching sound of him fucking into your pussy fills the room, mixing with your moans and the soft calls of his name, familiar like a record he plays throughout the day as if it’s his favorite song. this is his favorite part of the song—the part where there’s a higher pitch of your voice, the breathy pants, and the borderline sobs that get louder as he feels your walls quiver against him when you’re close.

“‘s alright, princess,” he says softly as he presses another kiss to your thigh, “gotta spoil you like you deserve, right? make you cum nice and hard for me—can you do that?” you gasp as his tongue is once more flicking back and forth against your clit, his fingers thrusting into you quick and hard. 

“fuck, fuck—feels good,” you cry, “manjiro—oh,” you gasp, feeling the ache build slowly until it’s almost too much all at once. you’re close—so close, that you can barely process that your hips are bucking into his fingers, meeting the thrust of his wrist halfway to bury him deeper into you, slamming against your spot each time he sinks into you until your vision blurs and the coil in your belly snaps. with a strangled whine, your mouth parts as you grind your hips onto his hand, letting him curl his digits into you and help you ride out your high. 

“that’s it,” he grunts, “c’mon, princess, cum for me—always look so pretty when you do,” he says in awe, watching you with wide eyes, entranced at the way your face breaks with the devastation of your orgasm. your spine burns with pleasure, spreading across the rest of your body until your hips rise and your toes curl. 

“‘m cumming—oh g-god,” you mewl, and when his mouth is still sucking harshly on your clit as his fingers languidly sink in and out of your cunt, you whimper with shaky thighs and squeeze around his head again, “‘s enough—t-too much, manjiro,” you whine. 

“fuck,” he groans, finally pulling away—although reluctantly. there’s wetness smeared against his lips and his chin, and he stares at your appearance for a moment, taking in the sweat clinging to your forehead and the tears clinging to your lashes.

and then he curses under his breath. 

the strain of his swollen cock against his pants can wait—right now, he needs you to fall apart on his tongue again, missing your taste like a man starved and on the brink of death. 

“one more, princess,” he grunts, face pressing back in between your legs, his breath fanning over your entrance and making you shiver, “just one more, yeah?”

you almost want to call him a liar, but manjiro looks up at you with pleading eyes and a hopeful face—and because you spoil him just as bad as he spoils you, you just can’t say no.

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tee what if we walked in on our favs jerking off 🙈

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 + 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

includes: sano shinichiro, hanma shuji, sano manjiro, kurokawa izana, akashi haruchiyo, haitini ran, haitani rindou

tags: 18+ no minors, fem! reader, male masturbation, handjobs, blowjobs, edging, riding, unprotected sex, slight fingering, facial, cum swallowing

notes: yeah what if bestie :,) i am imagining what if indeed

✰ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀

— hopes you hear him moan loudly when you return home, purposely slowing down and putting on a show for you as he focuses on his tip before slowly dragging along his red, and angry dick. he edges himself until you’re home just so he can cum down your throat instead of in his hand

you can hear his deep groans as soon as you open the door, and a part of you wants to roll your eyes at his antics, but the other part makes you walk over to your room hurriedly. hanma’s laying on your side of the bed as he fucks his fist, tip leaking pre cum as he slowly drags his hand up and down his angry cock, shaky moan ringing through the air as his cock twitches. you know he’s about to cum, you can tell from the way his hips buck into his hand on their own, but he pulls his hand away at the last second and grits his teeth, hissing from the pain of denying himself once again. “fuck baby, took you long enough,” he pants, sending you a smug grin as you make your way over, crawling in between his legs without him having to say anything, “be good and make me cum. wanna watch you choke on my cock,” he smirks, and as you press soft kisses trailing up his stiff length, and a lingering peck to his tip, he throws his head back into the pillow, shutting his eyes and letting out long, drawn out moans as your lips wrap around him.

✰ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

— is too whiny and lost in pleasure to notice you standing by his door, hand dragging along his cock quickly as he feels himself getting close. it isn’t until you answer him when he cries your name that he realizes you’re there

shinichiro’s close, his breath is labored as he pants raggedly and strokes his swollen cock desperately, his arm covering his face as he whimpers into the crook of his elbow. you watch, partially in shock, and partially in wonder as his thumb glides over his slit, making him choke on a whine. “f-fuck, like that baby,” he says breathlessly, and you let out a giggle, making him pause. “aww, shin,” you coo, making your way over to him, prying his arm off his beet red face and cupping his cheek, “wish it were me, huh? stroking this dick?” even if he’s horrified you’ve witnessed this, he can’t help but let out a needy moan and jerk his hips into your touch when you wrap your hand loosely around his throbbing erection. “p-please,” he whines, and you shush him, pressing and sweet kiss to his lips. “i’ve got it from here, pretty boy,” you whisper, picking up where he left off and watching as his head throws back, letting out a soft groan when your hand glides up and down his length.

✰ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

— should be ashamed when you walk in and see him seated at his desk with his cock out and his head thrown back, but he can see the arousal in your eyes, and he can’t fight the desire for more, looking at you pleadingly to give him something better than his hand

he should be scrambling to pull his pants up his waist, but you stare at him in awe, like he’s precious as his hand works his aching length to his orgasm, and you can’t stop yourself from making your way over to him immediately. mikey lets out a soft whimper when you seat yourself on his lap, clothed pussy dragging along the underside of his cock, giving him a taste of friction, but not nearly enough. his hands are greedy as they slide your pants down your waist, fingers rubbing over your clit and sliding over your folds. “need you, need this pussy,” he rasps, pulling you into a kiss as you sink yourself down onto his length, watching as he screws his eyes shut and parts his lips in a strangled gasp. you moan at the stretch, and he pants harshly as he tries his hardest to stay still and let you adjust. pressing a kiss to his jaw, you lift your hips and sink back down, watching as his jaw slacks in pleasure. “could’ve told me from the start, baby,” you pout, bouncing on his cock and moaning into his lips as he kisses you hungrily.

✰ 𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐀

— is touch starved, looks at you with a pout on his lips and big watery eyes, silently pleading for you to stop staring, and just do something already. wants you on his lap, his head buried into your neck as your hand pumps his hardened erection while you press kisses to the side of his head

izana just doesn’t feel the same when his hand pumps his length, and he lets out a frustrated huff as he can’t seem to work himself up the same way you do. he’s too spoiled, too used to you gently trailing kisses along his tanned skin as you stroke his cock and pull an earth shattering orgasm from him. he’s more than relieved when you make your way over to him, leaning and pressing a soft kiss to his lips before seating yourself on his lap and pulling him close, one hand burying itself into his hair as his face finds your neck, and the other wrapping tightly around his weeping length, spreading the pre cum around the tip and making him shudder. “n-not the same as when you do it,” he moans, clutching your waist tightly. grinning, you press another kiss to the side of his head, hearing his choked gaps and labored pants when you fist his cock with a quick pace, “f-fuck, feels good,” he gasps. “i know, baby,” you hum, “i’m here now. gonna make you cum.” the words are enough to send him hurdling, strangled groan caught in his throat as he cums in thick spurts over your hand, making a mess between your bodies.

✰ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

— smug and amused as you stare at his flushed tip, almost like you’re in a trance as he rolls his palm over his swollen head and grunts, chest heaving as sweat collects on his pale skin. he makes you watch him work himself up to the edge before making you sink to your knees so he can cum on your face

sanzu chuckles, lips twisting into a wide smirk as you stare at his flushed cock, red and angry, veins prominent and making your thighs squeeze together from arousal. he rolls his palm in circles over his swollen tip, a deep grunt pulled from his lips before he fists his length tightly and strokes it with a quick pace, mouth parting as a loud moan bubbles from his throat. his hips buck into his tight fist, hand reaching to fondle with his balls as he glances back at you, sick smile sketched across his lips as he stares at you through hooded eyes. “come sit baby, let me paint that pretty face, yeah?” you don’t have to be told twice, instantly on your knees, pressing a quick kiss to his thigh as he groans and strokes himself faster, the slick noise of his hand dragging across his stiffened member echoing through the room. with a few more strokes, his groans are bordering whines as his cock twitches before he shoots his cum in thick ropes, painting your cheeks and running down to your lips. he pants, watching as you lick your lips clean, making him groan, dick jumping as it hardens once more at the sight. “gotta fuck your pussy full of my cum now too, pretty,” he smirks, rubbing a thumb over your lips.

✰ 𝐑𝐀𝐍

— is a tease. makes you watch as he moans loudly on purpose, hand tugging at his hair as he throws his head back, not letting you touch him. he finally cracks and pulls you to straddle his hips so that he can fuck you, but he makes you do the work just to get under your skin even more

“think you deserve to fuck me?” ran teases, chuckling when you huff, clearly frustrated as you watch how he works his cock, eyes trained on the way his tip is flushed a pretty pink and leaking with pre cum, how his lips part and his adam’s apple bobs as he lets out deep, raspy moans. you feel your core ache, wanting to feel his swollen head kiss your spot as he ruts into you, but instead, he bucks his hips into his hand, formed into a tight fist for him to fuck himself into. “ran,” you huff, but your voice is lilts with a soft whine at the end, and he laughs quietly, slowly stopping his strokes and clenching his jaw at the throb of his hardened length from cutting off the friction. “alright, baby,” he says amused, holding a hand out for you to come over, “you can fuck me.” you don’t waste any time, letting him pull you onto his lap and kiss you, hands kneading the flesh of your ass before he pulls your pants down your waist. “but you gotta do it yourself,” he whispers against your lips, watching in glee as you sink yourself down on his cock, warm walls squeezing around him and making him choke on a string of curses as you ride him and chase after your orgasm through soft whines.

✰ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

— acts all mean and smug at first, like you’re the pervert for watching, but as soon as you’re close, as soon as your hand ghosts over his skin, he’s needy for your touch, begging you to make him cum

rindou smirks, watching as you lick your lips and take in the sight before you, watching his abs flex as he strokes his pulsing length, thumb running through his slit and making his thighs twitch while he groans. closing his eyes, he sinks his head against the pillow, hissing at the friction his hand dragging across the underside of his cock leaves. “it’s rude to stare, you know,” he spits, eyeing you with a mean glint in his lilac orbs as he pants harshly, chest falling and rising rapidly with sweat collecting on his skin. you roll your eyes, making your way over and sinking to your knees between his legs, hand slowly trailing to his inner thigh—and before he can stop it, he lets out a soft, needy whine. he glares as you chuckle, but he lets out a gasp when your hands barely ghost over his balls. “f-fuck, touch me,” he pleads, groaning when you lean down and kiss his inner thigh. “you sure that’s not rude too?” you tease, and he growls, grabbing your wrist and guiding it to his length. you cave, squeezing around the base and stroking up, fisting his dick tighter when you reach the tip, and he throws his head back and curses with a cracked voice. “fuck, like that—gonna cum,” he pants, cock twitching in your hands as he approaches his orgasm.

fank you micheth for your assistance @/maitani

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。yours, always yours

synopsis. satoru has always been yours—and he needs you to know you’ll also always be his

— word count. 2.4k (read the breakup fic first for better understanding, but can be read as a stand-alone)

— contents. fem! reader, college! au, rich boy! gojo, post-getting back together angst that gets a little heated <3, minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, satoru cumming too quick <3, creampie, tbh the smut is short and a lil rushed my b, it ends in fluff tho !! trust !! there is fluff !!

— notes. tbh this will probably get flagged rly fast but oh well u win some u lose some. anywayyyyy here is the make up sex bc yall nasties deserve it <3 jk love u guys

satoru falls first. and he falls hard. everyone knows it, it’s never been a secret.

“you want me to wash your hair?” you ask gently, kissing his shoulder as the water falls over his head. he hums, nodding absentmindedly as he stares blankly at the tiles of your shower wall.

“sure,” he mumbles, “don’t tug.”

“i never tug,” you roll your eyes, snorting. he huffs a small chuckle, but it’s not the usual laugh satoru gives you. it’s mechanic, almost—just there to fill the space. “baby?” you ask softly.

“yeah?” he asks, “oh, should i bend a little? sorry, i—”

“what’re you thinking about?” your hands cup his cheeks, gentle and warm from the hot water as it soaks his skin.

he shakes his head, trying to smile as he clears throat. “just how nice it is to be pampered. maybe i’ll let you break my heart every once in a while so i get my back scrubbed and hair washed like this.”

“satoru,” you insist. you know—and he knows it too. “tell me?”

“why’d you do it?” he mumbles, “why’d you listen to him?”

“toru, you know why,” you sigh, “you know i didn’t think there were any other options.”

“you could’ve talked to me,” he furrows his brows, “just because my stupid old man threatens you with my stupid inheritance doesn’t mean we have to break up.”

“i was afraid you’d choose me.” it comes out as a whisper, like a confession you can’t bear to admit.

“i would have chosen you,” he agrees, “why’s that bad? how’s that wrong—”

“you’re not thinking about the bigger picture,” you shake your head, “that company is yours. you’ve spent your whole life—”

“so what? was i supposed to give up the rest of my life for it too?” he asks tiredly—satoru’s defeated. he’s never been defeated, it’s the most magnetizing thing about him.

even before you date him. he asks and asks and asks no matter how many times you say no. because there’s always a chance you’ll say yes, and he’ll never stop as long as there’s a chance.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, lips wobbling, “i could have….i should have said something. i didn’t want you to make a choice young and then….and then regret it.”

“you think i’d regret you?” he’s wounded—absolutely wounded at the words.

satoru has always been careful, diligent and so, so meticulous to love you right, to love you how you need to be loved. hadn’t that proven enough? that he was in it for the long run—for forever? he’d been so sure you’d be his future, that the break up feels like waking up from a peaceful dream to a house fire—devastating, with smoke in his nose and lungs that he can’t breathe right, and everything gone within a moment before he can even register it.

he stares at the ashes in despair. nothing prepared him for the hollowness of not being yours—because satoru has never cared to make you his. all he’s ever wanted was to be yours.

you’re quick to remove him from everything, deleting pictures from your socials, untagging him from posts, removing him from your private stories and close friends list. he doesn’t understand how you could change your mind so quickly—and then he realizes you probably don’t. because he knows you—better than anyone ever has, satoru knows you.

so he’s comes to you, drenched from the rain, from standing outside your door even as the water pelts against his skin because he’s determined. he’s going to get an answer out of you, going to make you explain why you pulled him in so close, let him reside in your heart and fall asleep to the comforting rhythm of its beating—and then push him out like he’s nothing. what made you push him out?

and finally, when he does, when you let him be yours again and admit it’s never what you wanted, that it’s because it’s what his father wanted—well, satoru can’t keep his composure. don’t you know? hadn’t he always told you? hadn’t he poured his heart out and let you know every moment he’s always been stuck dangling from his father’s fingers? stuck somewhere between the sky and ground, too high to feel the floor under his feet but never high enough to feel the wind in his face.

you’ve always known, always listened—and fuck, you held him some nights too, let your fingers dip into his hair and soothe his sorrows of always being stuck.

satoru’s always been stuck, always had every choice made for him and every instruction carefully laid out on the table. and then you decided to make his choice for him too, walking away and choosing his future for him like he’s never had a say.

he’s always been stuck, but never with you—but now, he wonders if that’s changed.

“no,” you squeeze his cheeks, “no i don’t think you’d regret me….but satoru losing what you have is a big thing,” you mumble, “people work their whole lives not having a fraction of what you do. that’s a lot to let you lose.”

“i’ve never seen my dad kiss my mom,” he stares at you, hard and unwavering, his eyes stare into yours, “he’s never held her hand or made her laugh. and you know what she told me? that she would sell her share of everything to have what we do. why do you always look at me for what i have first?” he asks angrily, the water pouring over his shoulders as they shake, “why can’t you just look at me first for once?”

“i do look at you,” you insist, “toru, all i ever see is you—”

“then stop caring what he says,” he says louder, his voice echoing through the small bathroom of your small apartment.

everything about your home is small—smaller than satoru’s especially. but he loves it, thinks he’d rather be here than anywhere else.

because it’s yours. and as long as you’re here, the world fits into this tiny apartment, the galaxy too.

“okay,” you say shakily. and then you nod, looking him in the eye, “you’ll handle it?”

he nods, kissing between your brows, “yeah, i’ll handle it. who else is gonna take over that company anyway?”

“but what if he finds someone else? and then he—”

“he won’t. my grandpa will shred him.”

“but he’s old, and he stepped down, so what really can he do if your dad decides—”

“god, baby,” he groans, pushing your body against the wall gently, “i love your voice, but you talk so much. i’m wanna listen to something else.”

his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the skin, hand trailing to your tits before his thumb circles your nipple. it’s slow, deliberate, teasing as it rolls over the bud.

you whimper, clutching onto him as a breathy, “t-toru,” leaves your lips.

“yeah,” he nods, “that’s what i wanna listen to instead.” his lips are in a grin against your neck, kissing and biting until he reaches your collarbone. “anyone dm you after you took me out of your socials?” he asks bitterly.

“j-just one,” you admit through a stutter, “b-but i didn’t even open it! i wasn’t really—oh, toru,” you gasp as his finger finds your clit, spreading your legs as he lets out a soft growl at your words.

“what? just cause my face isn’t on your instagram suddenly you’re not mine?” he asks, thumb rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves—you close your eyes, moaning as your arms wrap tightly around his neck. “you’re always mine,” he murmurs against your ear, low and careful so you hear him well, “yeah? got that?”

“got it,” you nod furiously.

“got what?”

“‘m al-always—oh, fuck,” you mewl as one finger prods at your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly sliding through your walls.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he says firmly, “finish your sentences.”

“always yours, toru! always yours—please, please j-just…”

“just what?” he raises a brow.

“more,” you sob—it’s a broken plea as your hips thrust against his finger.

he’s quick to slide in a second, thrusting his digits mercilessly into your soaked cunt, his palm gliding over your clit as the slick sound of his fingers fucking you is almost drowned by the water in the back.

your water bill will be high this month. you decide it’s a sacrifice satoru deserves.

“you think someone could ever learn this body better than me? make you cum like i can? you think anyone will ever love you enough to learn you like i do?”

“n-no,” you pant, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly, you feel that dull ache build up quickly. it’s good—everything with satoru is good. his other hand finds your chest to pinch a nipple, twisting and squeezing until your nails leave indents on his shoulders as you moan loudly. “no one—no one but you.”

“exactly,” he growls, “how could you leave me? how could you leave us?”

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, whimpering when the tips of his fingers slam against that spongey spot of your walls, fluttering around him and squeezing him in. you’re close—so close that you almost don’t know what he’s saying anymore, too focused on the way your impending orgasm is approaching. fast. “i’m sorry, i’ll never—ever leave again.”

“say you love me,” he demands.

it sounds like he’s pleading, though, if you listen closely. there’s a small crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that makes you force your eyes open and stare at him and whisper, “i love you, satoru. i love you.”

and then he rips his fingers out—right before you’re about to cum. you gasp, pleading nonsense as you cling to him and buck your hips and search for something, anything to take you over the edge.

and then you hear a sniffle. is he crying? is that wet droplet on your shoulder a tear or the water? you’re too busy calming down from your orgasm dying before it ever came to focus.

satoru’s hard against your thigh, throbbing and painful to sink into you. he strokes himself a few times, whimpers as his thumb gathers the pre cum from the sensitive tip, smearing it along his length as he shakily lets out a quiet moan.

“f-fuck, i gotta feel you. please, can i? please—”

“yes,” you pull him closer, grinding your heat over his hard-on, “yes please, toru. more, need more.”

he’s sliding along your folds, dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance and smearing a mix of your arousal with his. and then slowly, ever so gently, he’s pushing into your after that, pushing past your walls and bullying into your soaked cunt, curving into you perfectly.

it’s only been a week—you feel like you haven’t felt him in years. but it’s familiar. you remember every part of him, including every vein that drags along your walls and makes your head spin. he remembers every part of you, including where that spot is that he needs to angle his hips to find.

he slams into you, hard and rough and fast—doesn’t even let you adjust your position to hold onto him tighter before he’s thrusting his hips and fucking into you desperately. you can feel him, every inch of his skin against you, every part of him that’s touching you. and you can feel the way his cock nudges past your folds, the friction burning pleasure through ever nerve.

satoru knows how to fuck you, just like he knows how to love you, he knows your body—every dip and ever curve, every place to touch and every part that has you gushing around him. it’s just the way he is, too good at giving you what you want, what you need.

when he moans, it’s breathy and he’s panting as he lets out those soft whimpers that make your head spin. “feel that? feel me?” he asks, grunting as you squeeze around his length.

“yeah,” you breathe, “‘m so full.”

“i need you. please, please,” he murmurs, “can’t lose you, baby. never you,” he chants, the quiver in his voice tearing you apart.

“i’m right here,” you gasp, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing his hand. he squeezes back, just to let you know he’s there too, “right here, baby. you got me.”

and then he cums, just as soon as you whisper that—he spills right into you with a broken cry, his hips rolling, needy and desperate and so, so lost on the pleasure. he’s too busy working himself through his high, trembling over your body to care he’s cum too quick—and you don’t have it in you to tease him. you can feel the hot ropes of cum filling you, painting your walls white, fucking deep into you as the blunt head of his cock slams into you without a second of hesitation.

but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter that brutal pace as his hips slam into you, perfectly kissing your sweet spot every time. and before long, you break—your head pushes back against the wall behind you, mouth parted as you wail his name and cum—hard. you’re quivering and spasming around his swollen cock, enough that he whimpers at the way you’re so tight.

it’s good, it’s always good. satoru makes you feel good. he’s the best you’ve ever had—the best you’ll ever find.

and then you hear it again, the sniffle into your neck as he clutches you tightly. you know for sure that wet droplet is a tear this time, and your fingers tangle into his hair as you stroke the wet strands.

“i love you, toru,” you murmur, “my sweet boy. i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry.”

“don’t do that again,” he huffs in between tears, “that was so mean. so mean.”

“i said i won’t,” you chuckle, fighting back your own tears, “how long are you gonna hold this against me?”

“how long do you plan on being mine?”

“well,” you pull him from your neck, cupping his cheeks as you wipe away tears and peck his lips softly, “i think….forever.”

“well, get ready, then,” he glares softly, “i’m gonna hold this against you forever too.”

“okay,” you nod, “that’s fair.”

“and i love you too,” he adds, “but block whoever dm’d you. it better not be that zenin boy.”

“block those girls who’s pictures you liked,” you shoot back, glaring at him with a pout of your own.

“don’t yell at me,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch as your thumb strokes his cheek, “i’ve had a rough week. you have to be nice.”

dabitee anon. are u seeing this. did u see the satoru who cums too fast. did u see it. report back if u saw this. i repeat, dabitee anon report back if you see this