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You and Satoru had been going at it like animals for at least an hour at this point.
You’d forgotten how many times he’d made you cum now, how many times he’d thrusted his cock deep inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix every time. You loved sex with your boyfriend, but it was no secret that he was big. So. fucking big. The first time he fucked you, you were practically bedridden for days. You swear his cock is almost more lethal than any technique he has.
He has you back in missionary now, one leg over his shoulders as he bullies his cock into your pussy for the millionth time. “One more, you can give me one more can’t you baby?” he encourages, his thumb rubbing tight, precise circles over your swollen clit. Your face was wet from tears of pleasure, your pussy soaked and sticky from countless orgasms. His warm load was still spilling out of you as he used it as lube, his eyes still feral with lust. You felt as if you only had two functioning braincells left, like he’d fucked them all out of you long ago. “S’ too much” you whimper, your eyes rolling back and your voice hoarse from moaning out his name repeatedly. “Aw, come on pretty. Just cum for me one more time, yeah?” he insists, rubbing his thumb over your clit even faster as his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you- the same one he’d been abusing with his thick cock for over an hour.
Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you grip his toned back tightly, your nails leaving fresh red marks to match the others you’d littered there. “F-fuck.. I’m gonna-” you cry out, reaching your peak again as Satoru fucks another orgasm out of your sore cunt. “I know baby, told you you could do it didn’t I?” He encourages, watching how your face contorts and feeling how your cunt grips his cock for dear life. “Good girl, so good for me” he praises, taking your leg from his shoulder and wrapping it around his waist, holding it steady.
Your vision was blurred, your cheeks flushed red and your hair stuck to your sweat-slicked forehead. You felt disgusting, but to Satoru, you were a sight for sore eyes. He loved seeing you like this, so fucked out and spent all because of him. You could tell by by the pace of his thrusts now, he was close again. “Still with me?” he asks tenderly, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. “Barely” you respond, kissing his neck lazily as his thrusts grow sloppier and he nears his peak. “Want me to fill you up again baby?” he groans into your ear. “Please...” you respond needily, wrapping your other leg around him shakily. He soon erupts his hot cum inside of you, breathing heavily into your ear as he pumped out every last drop.
You both catch your breath; his body goes limp against yours- finally spent. “Love you” he pants, raising his head and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Love you too” you respond sleepily. He slowly pulls out of you, making you whine from the now empty feeling. Cum trickles out of your well used hole and almost onto the expensive bedsheets before Satoru picks you up carefully, carrying you bridal-style to the bathroom. “Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?” he says softly, placing you down on the bathroom counter next to the sink. He runs warm water over a soft, clean towel, wiping gently over your sensitive pussy and sticky inner thighs. You smile at him hazily before he leans down to press a soft kiss to your now clean inner thigh, then standing back up to kiss your cheek.
“Wanna order a sweet treat or am I putting you to bed?” he grins. “Bed, please” you smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders gesturing for him to carry you. “Aw, can my princess not walk herself do the bedroom?” he says teasingly, his hands resting on your soft thighs- both of you still naked. “Nope” you pout jokingly, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I suppose I can help then. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be carried by a big, strong handsome guy like me” he grins, picking you up and striding towards your shared bedroom. “Shut up” you chuckle, feeling him place you down on the soft sheets.
Satoru passes you one of his shirts, putting it on you before you lay back and pull the covers over yourself. He always loved how his shirts fitted you like a dress; it was adorable to him. “Need anything else, your majesty?” he jokes, putting his blindfold back on along with his boxers and some clean sweatpants. “Just you” you respond sleepily, feeling him slot into bed beside you and move you onto his chest, his strong arms securing you there. “Goodnight sleepyhead” he smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you drift off into a deep sleep.
The next morning.
You slept comfortably though the night and woke up at around 10am, noticing the empty space next to you. It was a Sunday, so Satoru was probably up and about making breakfast, leaving you to sleep in. After around twenty minutes, you get out of bed, still in Satoru’s shirt with nothing else. As you begin to walk into the kitchen, you feel an ache in your legs, as well as a sharp pain inside of you. You knew this pain instantly; it happened often that Satoru bruised your cervix or went a little too deep. It wasn’t difficult to do since you were on the smaller side and he’s six foot three with a massive cock, both girth and width. Not only did your insides hurt, but your pussy was killing you, like he’d ripped it open.
You climb back into bed, curling up into a ball. Satoru comes back into the bedroom shortly, a plate of breakfast in hand for you. He immediately notices your position, placing the plate on the nightstand and sitting down next to you. “Shit. Did I do it again?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “It's okay, not your fault” you say, wincing a little. “Well, true... I guess I can’t help having a monster cock” he smirks teasingly, earning a light smack on his thigh with the back of your hand. “Not funny” you respond, shaking your head playfully.
“What! It’s true!” he says, holding his hands up in mock surrender and getting up. “I’ll grab you a heating pad. Need anything from the store baby?” he asks softly, guilty he’d hurt you, even if it was an accident. “Hm... Chocolate and- strawberry milk” you say, settling back into bed. “And don’t you dare eat it on the way back like last time” you warn him half-jokingly. “No promises” he smiles, taking his keys from the side, putting his shoes on and heading out the door.
Satoru returns fifteen minutes later with your requested items, along with a brand-new heating bad and some painkillers. I guess the expensive heating pad he bought you only a couple months ago just wouldn’t do. He was sweet like that. Or careless with money, one of the two. He takes his shoes off, coming into the bedroom and sitting beside you with the bag of items. You roll over and look at him, waiting to see what he’d picked up. “How’s my favourite girl?” he asks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “In pain” you respond, rummaging through the bag before he moves your hand away. “Hey! Lemme give you a haul first” he says, pulling the back bag towards himself.
He shows you what he picked up, passing you your chocolate and strawberry milk before setting you up with your heating pad. He grabs you a bottle of water from the kitchen for you to wash down the painkillers with before settling down in bed beside you, your back to his chest. “Thank you, ‘Toru” you say, nestling back against him. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’ll be more gentle next time” he says, clear guilt in his voice. He closes his big hand around your smaller one, intertwining your fingers and bringing it up to kiss your palm. “Does she hate me now?” he says dramatically, pressing his face into your neck. “Who?” you respond in confusion. “Your pussy...is she mad at me?” he asks, somewhat sincerely like it wasn’t a stupid question.
You chuckle. “No, she’s not mad” you respond, a slight smile on your face. His unseriousness often made situations like this feel so much lighter, more bearable. “Let me ask her” he says, gently laying you back and tugging up your (his) shirt and pulling your underwear aside. You put your hands over your face, laughing in disbelief. “You mad at me?” he asks, his face inches from your mound. “You’re ridiculous” you laugh. “And go careful, she’s sore” you add, playing with Satoru’s soft white locks. He presses a gentle kiss to your outer lips, looking up at you. “Want me to make her feel all better?” he grins, tugging his blindfold up slightly to reveal the mischievous glint in his blue eyes.
“And just how are you going to do that” you ask, smiling down at him. “Like this” he smirks, gently licking a long stripe up your core. You gasp, your hand tightening around his hair. “You like that idea? I think she likes it” he smirks up at you, licking another stripe up your slit and gently kissing your clit. “Go gentle, okay? No fingers” you say, settling back against the plush pillows. “I don’t need my fingers to make you feel good anyway” he says before positioning your legs either side of his head and getting to work.
He’s gentle with you, every lick, every suck designed to make you feel nothing but pleasure. He groans as he tastes your sweet nectar, flattening his tongue to lick you soothingly but precisely. He alternates between gentle licks and tender kisses at first, his hands caressing your soft thighs and rubbing soothing circles- massaging away any discomfort. “How does that feel sweetheart? Nice and easy, hmm?” he checks in quietly, prioritising your comfort as he listens to your soft moans. “Feels so good” you say breathlessly, closing your eyes and relaxing your body.
“That’s it, good girl. Just let me take care of you” he purrs, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin with each word. He begins to target his licks to your clit, flicking his tongue and gauging your reactions carefully. You moan louder at this, opening your eyes briefly to see Satoru already looking up at you, his pupils dilated as he watches your body slowly unwind for him. “Look so pretty like this, so relaxed” he praises, his voice now a low, approving rumble.
He continues his efforts, now switching between flicking his tongue on your clit and sucking it between his lips gently. As the minutes go on, he gradually speeds up his actions, ensuring your body was ready for more. Your hips begin to slowly buck against his face, your moans growing louder. “Satoru” you moan out, feeling your body grow closer and closer to orgasm. “Close already baby?” he smirks against your folds, looking up at you as he sucks on your clit again. “Doing so well” he praises, his fingers drawing soft, idle patterns on your inner thighs.
He ups the tempo a little more, his tongue darting and swirling around your clit ready to ease you into a blissful climax. “Fuck.. I’m so close” you say needily, your moans now becoming desperate as your thighs twitch and your pleasure builds. “Mm, cum for me pretty girl” he groans against your heat, redoubling his efforts. Just like that, Satoru’s tongue brings you to an earth-shattering orgasm, your eyes fluttering open just to watch him feast on you as he coaxes you through your high.
When you're through it, he presses a final, feather-light kiss to your clit and then kisses gently up your thighs and body, reaching your face. He peppers it with soft kisses, repositioning the heating pad on your lower abdomen. “Thank you” you smile, kissing his lips and pressing your forehead against his.
“Anything for you” he responds caringly, pulling the covers back over you both as you shuffle your head onto his chest. “Just one question, though” he asks. “Hm?” you look at him tenderly.
“You gonna drink that strawberry milk or can I have it?”