ᴛᴏᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟ | ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ 五条悟

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I can't pinpoint when my shirt got off nor when the white haired man in between my legs undressed only for his underwear to remain. His slender fingers trail against my skin and let shivers run course through my whole body. I could swear I am shaking, a mix of excitement and apprehension is rushing through my head.

He is nipping on my collarbones and soon, kissing the top of my breasts, painfully slow.

So slow it gets me hazy.

Gentle kisses cover my temples as I struggle to breathe. Still, I can't stop shaking. Like, really shaking.

"Y/n..." he gently whispers as he stops moving against me to hold me tight. "...Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I want you." I say, a voice fainter than I wanted it to be.

"Of course you do, who wouldn't." he smirked, hovering over me, holding himself with both his hands at each side of my head. "But maybe... Are you...?"

I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish his sentence. A few seconds of silence are enough for him to finish it.

"A virgin?"

Way to lit my face like a fucking red light. How do I answer that? The best answer I could come up with was shrugging. The words wouldn't come out. Too embarrassing, mind hazy, no thoughts, shrugging will do as an answer.

He pauses, and smiles. "Stop me if you want to stop."

I shyly nod while he's already sliding his hand further down until I can feel his cold finger against my wet self. I grip his arm with apprehension. He slides a finger beneath the thin fabric of my underwear and I hold my breath as he slowly puts it inside. I moan as he pushes it all the way in, lifting me off the bed a bit to get a better angle.

As he starts moving his finger back and forth, he locks eyes with me. His blue jewels, always so clear, are now somber and fiery. Through his gaze I can feel how much he wants to take me right now. He is looking at me through his white lashes, domineering me with his full body over me.

His peachy lips are slightly parted and moist, glittering under the harsh white light of the room. The longer I look at him, the more pleasure I feel.

A moan slips through my lips and I look away, embarrassed to be seen like this.

"Look at me." he commands, but I don't do it.

"Look at me." he repeats as he thrusts his fingers faster in me and forces my gaze to meet his, his big hand cupping my face.

He slides a second finger without slowing down and my back arches as the pleasure intensifies all of a sudden. He never breaks eye contact as he closes in, watching me closely, his face reacting as if he is taking physical pleasure too.

I reach for him and kiss him as I moan against his lips. He groans against my mouth and nips on my lower lip as he lifts me up and places me on his knees.

I'm now on him, his fingers still thrusting. He breaks the kiss and trail kisses along my jaw.

"Go up and down on my fingers." he whispers.

I go and do as he says, clumsily. He helps me up and down with his free hand, lifting me up as if I was lighter than a feather. At first I was too shy to move correctly, but the more I did, the more pleasure I felt, the faster and deeper I moved.

"Keep going." he smirked proudly as I moaned louder and louder.

"Satoru, I..." I start, out of breath.

"I know, come for me."

His words throw me off the edge and waves of pleasure come crashing against my sanity, tearing it to shreds as I cry out from the intense pleasure taking a hold of my entire self. I can't hear what he says to me as I hold onto him, grabbing his hair tight as I come undone.

I can hear my heart thumping hard against my temples. Satoru puts me down on the bed and while I'm still catching my brain and trying to recover my sense of self, I can feel something soft and hard against me.

When I try to look down, he doesn't let me.

"Sorry it's too much I had to feel you." he says as he pushes himself against me and grinds slowly, without putting it in.

Still sensitive, and excited at the thought of him doing this to me, gets me on edge already. But everytime I try to look down, he prevents me from doing it which pushes my curiosity to its limit.

"Let me see."

He pauses and stops grinding for a second, pondering about my demand.

"Then look." he finally says. He didn't have to say it twice.

Oh boy.

"It'll never fit in me." I gasp.

"Oh yes it will." he says as he puts the tip at my wet entrance. "If you ask for it."

He pushes himself until it almost gets in, and pulls out. Repeating that over and over again, it drives me mad and so wet.

"Put it in-"

Knock knock.

I freeze, my eyes wide open.

"Open that door, Y/n."

All the excitement vanishes when I hear my father's voice. When I look at Satoru, he's already up and handing me my clothes.

"I'll handle that." he says as I dress up quickly, trying to fix my messy hair. What we were doing is so obvious on our blushing faces.

The knocking intensifies and my father's yelling too.

"I will." I say as I was about to open the door. Right before I do, Satoru takes my hand in his and moves me away from the door.

He opens it and comes face to face with my father.

They fix each other for what feels like eternity, before my father puts an end to the silence.

"Get the fuck out of my daughter's room!" he yells, reeking of alcohol.

"Don't think so." Satoru replies with a petty smile.

My father's eyes scan the room and look directly at me.

"You fucking whore!! Do you have no shame!!"

And with that, a sound like thunder resonates in my room.

My father is on the floor, coughing blood.

Satoru flicked him. He literally just flicked him.

"Get out." Satoru says too calmly to the man on the floor, while he wipes his finger on his t-shirt as if it got dirty by touching the drunk.

My father gets up painfully, still shook from what just happened. He looks at me, his dull eyes full of shame, fear and anger.

"You're going to let someone treat me like that? Is that what you're choosing to do?"

Still, I don't answer. I have nothing to say to him. I wasn't even sad or revolted when Satoru hit him. He never revolted when he was hitting me, burning me, pushing me down stairs. Why should I?

"Curse that woman for adopting you, you're nothing but trash." he blurts out as he crawls out of the apartment, slamming the door loudly as a last useless statement.

Satoru says nothing and joins me on the bed, holding me tight in his embrace.

"What a cockblocker." he sighs as he nuzzles my neck.

I pass my hand into his silky white hair.

"Thanks for standing up for me."

He lifts himself and his sky clear eyes dive into mine, sucking me in.

"Always."