That is literally me 💀
Yesterday I sat beside their friend and he was sitting in front AND I WAS SO FUCKING QUITE ALL THAT TIME
MY MOUTH WAS NOT OPENING FOR 2 HRS
I usually am a person who can't stop talking
But when it comes to him idk what happens to me
i feel like a 15 year old little girl saying this but this is so relatable 😭😭😭 i imagined saying so many things to him because we had't talked in 9 whole days (im not counting 🤪) but then he was there he smiled waved hi and i was so stunned and awkward and a little bit heartbroken because he was hanging out with some pretty girl that i couldn't say anything properly
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satoru wiping your tears while he’s fucking you back to back, whispering in your ear, telling you to be quiet unless you want the neighbors to come banging on the door for you to shut the fuck up.
“shhh. just take it; you’re a big girl.” while he’s repeatedly slamming his dick into your hole as it tightens around his member from how your body was reacting.
he knew how to get your body to jerk and spasm, along with tears flowing out of your swollen eyes every time.
it was a special skill, and he fucking loved it. if he didn’t have you crying, he would get disappointed and do things so that you would cry.
he’ll press down on your stomach so hard you’ll be screaming and crying, but of course not from pain, never from the pleasure that was raining down on you with no plans on stopping.
sometimes he’ll press two fingers down on your lower stomach, and that special fluid will come shooting out of you and dripping down his abs, and he’ll fuck it back into you.
“wow. we have a squirter.” he’ll make that same stupid joke while looking down at you with a smirk on his face.
satoru can be so aggressive when it comes to making you cum and making you cry; he wanted you to do both simultaneously because it gave him pleasure and made him smile.
he wanted you to have puffy eyes and puffy cheeks by the end of the night, and if you didn't, he would do anything, and i mean anything, to make that happen.
he’ll push down your thigh and grab a vibrator from the dresser next to the bed and put it on your clit and have it sit there for minutes, but those minutes felt like hours to you.
the overstimulation that came from him slamming into you while pushing the vibrator onto your clit was sometimes so intense that you'd burst into tears.
“mhm… that’s what i was looking for.” then he’ll lean down and kiss your tears, flip you over, and do even more things to get you to “forfeit” or cry.
he was big on forfeiting; he even had a paper with tally marks with dates, and when the two of you had sex with columns,.
one column would be labeled “cried” and the other side “tapped out.” and he’ll brag after the fact and scratch up the paper with how many times you cried and how many times you hit the bed, saying, “i give up, i give up.”
it became a big inside joke for the both of you, but in satoru’s eyes, he took that paper seriously; all his accomplishments were on it.
and he will continue to mark it up with your uncontrollable crying and your banging on the headboard while he drags your legs to the edge of the bed.
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