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“You know, when I said you could have anything you wanted for your birthday, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“What, did you think I wanted a pony or something?”
“Sort of.”
You smirk at Satoru. You’re kneeling between his spread legs, one hand on either thigh. His cock is hard and flush against his stomach, and his eyes are wide as they take you in.
“You’re so pretty,” you murmur, leaning down to press a kisses to his pale thighs. He jolts and makes a soft sound beneath you. “My pretty boy.”
“Usually these roles are reversed, no?”
“Mm. Yeah, usually, you’re fucking me.” You grin and crawl over him, watching the way the flush spreads from his cheeks to his chest. “Tonight, I’m fucking you.”
He swallows. He doesn’t know how you talked him into this — how you talked him into pegging. But it’s your birthday, and he loves you. And you look so good in that harness, pretty black leather resting on your hips.
“Don’t look so nervous, baby.” You lean down and press a kiss to his cheek. “It’s gonna feel so good.”
“I know.” He squirms. “Just…”
“I’ve played with your ass before, too.” You give him a sly smile. “You love being eaten out.”
He sighs and tilts his head back against the pillow. “Baby, c’mon, just get it over with.”
“Get it over with?” You shake your head. “I’m not getting anything over with. Spread your legs.”
Satoru whines softly as you manhandle him the way you want him, hips tilted up just slightly. You giggle, fingertips ghosting over his cock. It jumps at the attention.
“Okay,” you breathe. You reach for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and pop it open. You spill a generous amount on your fingers and rub them together. “Gonna start with one, okay?”
“Okay,” he breathes. He’s looking up at you, eyes wide and wet. Nervous.
You pull his thigh up over yours and brush your fingers against the pretty pink hole winking at you. He shivers, biting his lip as you tease him. Slowly, oh so slowly, you sink one finger into him. He’s so soft and warm, opening up so nicely around your finger.
“There you go,” you whisper, locking your eyes with his. “Just breathe.”
Satoru whimpers as you work your finger in and out. His head rolls back on the pillow. You can’t resist leaning down to kiss and bite at the column of his throat, marking the pale skin with pretty pink marks.
“One more?” you murmur, uncurling your ring finger.
“Mm…okay. It — it feels weird,” he whines. He’s always so whiny. “Doesn’t feel as good as your mouth.”
“I know. It’s gonna feel good.” You push a second finger in, lip caught between your teeth as the lube squelches on your digits. “Oh, baby, you’re taking me so well.”
He whines, long and loud. “Mm…that’s…th-that feels good…”
“Yeah?” You grin wickedly. “How about…”
You crook your fingers upwards, and he cries out. His cock jumps against his stomach, and you watch a fine line of pre dribble down his cock. “A-ah! Hah, there, right there — "
You smirk. “Yeah, that’s the spot, huh?”
He nods, eyes half lidded, pretty pink lips hanging open. He moans, eyes rolling back.
“Mm.” You slip a third finger in. “God, I never get to see you like this. You look so fucking pretty.”
His cock twitches and jerks. “Ah! More, please, please, baby, I…mm…”
“You want my cock, baby?” You grind your fingers against his prostate, watching precome dribble steadily from his cock.
“Yes — yes, please, please,” he whines. His toes curl in the sheets. “Babyyyy…”
You squish his mouth between your fingers. “You’re so noisy, huh?”
He whimpers, eyes holding yours. His white bangs are plastered to his forehead, his whole body slick with sweat.
You grin and ease out of him, then wipe your fingers on the sheets and reach for the dildo. Satoru had picked it out himself. It’s light blue, and decorated with darker blue stars. It’s almost cute, in a way.
You slide it into your harness and coat it in lube. You lift his thighs up over your hips and lock eyes with him. “Ready?”
He nods, worrying his lips between his teeth.
You guide the tip to his pretty pink hole. His breath hitches as you push in, ever so slow. His eyes flutter shut, long lashes casting shadows over his cheeks.
“Hey.” You slap his thigh harshly. His eyes fly open. “Good boy. Eyes on me.”
He whimpers, mouth falling open. “Ah, baby…”
“I know,” you whisper. You roll your hips into him, slow and steady, gentle half thrusts as you let him get used to the feeling. An electric thrill goes down your spine when you look down to see your bodies connecting and the pretty blue silicon stretching him open wide.
“More.” The word comes out shaky from his parted lips.
“More?” You smile and knead his thighs as you bottom out. “How is it?”
“Good.” His voice trembles. “You can — you can move.”
You let out a soft, breathy sigh as you pull out. You hold his thighs open as you thrust back in, slow.
His head rolls back against the pillow, but he keeps his eyes on you. “Oh…”
“Yeah?” You can feel your tits sway as you start up a steady, slow rhythm. His eyes drop down, and you smile. “Mm, you like that, huh?”
He nods, eyes glued to your chest as you fuck him.
“Yours aren’t so bad either.” You move one hand from his hip to squeeze his chest. He’s toned muscle, for the most part, but his chest is so soft and squishy that your fingers sink into the skin. Your thumb flicks over his nipple, and you grin as he arches beneath you.
“Please, baby, don’t stop,” he babbles. “G-gimme more, I need more, don’t stop, please — "
You click your tongue and lean over him. His legs wrap around your waist as you start to drive into him, thrust after thrust into him. The toy grinds up just right against your clit. You’re soaking wet, already dripping on the sheets, but you pay it no mind as he squirms and sobs beneath you.
“Right there!” His hand closes around your arm. “Right there, baby, d-don’t stop hitting that spot — oh my god — "
“That’s the spot?” You smile wickedly at him. Each time you roll your hips, a new bead of precum leaks from the head of his flushed cock before rolling down the side to join the mess forming on his stomach. You’ve thoroughly wrecked him, and you’ve barely started.
“I’m close, baby, I’m — I’m close, so close…” His head tosses back against the pillow.
You grip his cheeks between your fingers and lift his head. He looks at you, dazed and blissed out. “Eyes on me.”
You try to ignore the heat coiling in your belly as he stares at you adoringly. He has to come on your cock at least once.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He laughs, which quickly turns into a moan. “Oh…fuck, baby, I’m so — I’m gonna come — "
“Not yet.” You slow to a gentle roll. He whines loudly in protest. “Don’t be difficult. You do this to me all the time. Payback’s a bitch, Satoru.”
“So is my girlfriend.”
You smack him lightly across the cheek, which makes him moan. “Don’t be a brat.”
“I can’t help it.” He stretches his arms up above his head, a coy smile on his lips. “It’s in my nature.”
“You’re not going to be a good boy for me?” You pout at him and roll your hips, just once, but hard. You slam into his prostate, and watch as his back arches. “Look at that, you look so pretty!”
“Ngh,” is all he says, eyes glazed. His mouth falls open as you pick up your rhythm again, stretching him around the silicon cock and leaving him begging for more. His cock hangs thick and heavy between his legs, purpling at the tip.
“Touch yourself,” you command, “but don’t come yet. Not until I say.”
Satoru’s eyes flick over your face, searching for signs of deceit, but his brain is only working at half-power. His hand wraps around his cock, already slick from the pre, and the sound he makes sends you into a frenzy.
You bite your lip as you fuck into him, chasing the dizzying pleasure of the toy rubbing your clit. You don’t realize just how much it’s affecting you until your orgasm sneaks up and takes you by surprise. You wail, shuddering and sobbing on top of him.
“Baby?” he asks quietly. “Did you just come?”
You nod.
“You’re so hot.” His voice is a whine. He sits up and wraps his arms around you, then flips you so your back is on the mattress. He straddles you and moans as he sinks back down on your pretty blue cock.
“Satoru,” you breathe. Your hands drag down his chest. One wraps around his cock, which throbs insistently against your palm.
“Fuck.” He throws his head back, but quickly corrects himself to look down at you. “I’m so cl-close, please lemme — let me come — "
“A little longer,” you say softly, voice wrecked as you take in the sight of him. He looks so, so pretty like this. His face is red and hot, making his white hair seem so bright. The flush spreads down to his chest, where it finally dies off into his smooth, pale skin. The only exception is his cock, dripping and heavy between his legs, deep red in color.
His moans are a soft, consistent sound that grounds you to reality. He sounds fucking angelic, and you get to be the one to witness him like this. The only one. You’re the only person who knows his body better than himself, who has seen his back arch when he’s chasing an orgasm, who knows what he looks like when he’s about to come.
“Cum for me,” you say softly.
Eagerly, he obeys. He fucks into your hand, and with a long, low whine, ribbons of his cum spill over your fingers and your chest.
His hips slow to a gentle roll before stopping altogether. You bring your hand to your mouth and lick his release off, unaware of his gaze on you until he makes a strangled noise.
“You did good,” you praise, voice soft. You help him to his knees, then pull out. He unbuckles the harness for you and throws it to the side before tackling you.
You both like to cuddle after sex, conveniently. You love being in his warm arms, skin clinging to sticky skin, the occasional kiss passed between you as the you both praise each other on your performance.
“That was so hot,” he mutters into your hair. “We gotta do it again sometime.”
“Any time you want.” You sling a leg over his hip and sigh gently as he slots himself between your thighs. “I had fun.”
“Me too.” He kisses your forehead. “I think I’m going to pass out now, though.”
“Me too,” you murmur sleepily. You yawn widely, close your eyes, and before you can think too hard, you’re asleep.