your boyfriend was always jealous of satoru.
always watching you two with narrowed eyes, asking too many questions, starting fights over shit that never even happened.
āi know how guys think,ā heād spit, eyes flaring when you bent over near satoru. āthereās no way heās not trying to fuck you.ā
and you? you just laughed it off. called him paranoid. said satoru was harmless.
because you knew satoru. he didnāt even like you like that. you could be bent over in a miniskirt or ass out in lingerie and satoru would just throw a fry at your head and call you a dumbass.
except⦠then satoru started fucking with him.
he made it obvious. lingering stares, little smirks. grabbing your waist when he didnāt need to. checking out your ass in front of your man just to watch the show.
until his hands started resting on your hips a second too long. until he started grabbing your thighs under the table. until he stopped looking away when you changed in front of him and just⦠watched.
yeah. maybe your boyfriend had a point.
because now youāre in satoru's lap in the backseat of his car, in some shitty fast food parking lot, getting split open on nine thick inches of cock while your boyfriendās name lights up your phone.
satoruās the one making you moan like a whore.
satoruās the one stuffing you full of cock you swore youād never take.
satoruās the one whose cum is leaking out of you before heās even pulled out.
and your boyfriend?
heās still waiting at home.
āyouāre so fuckinā full of shit,ā satoru huffs against your neck, laughing through his teeth as he watches your mascara run. āalways telling him iām just your friend. is this what you do with all your friends, baby?ā
you try to answer, but your voice breaks on a moan as he thrusts up harder, the wet slap of your bodies echoing in the car.
āhe canāt know about this,ā you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. āfuck, heāll kill you, satoruāā
āhe wonāt do shit,ā he laughs, dragging you down harder onto his cock, watching the creamy ring of white at the base. āmotherfucker doesnāt even know how to fuck you right. if he did, you wouldnāt be here.ā
your stomach twists, shame curling hot in your chest, but your cunt clenches even tighter around him. he feels it. of course he does.
ālook at you,ā he grins, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back. āsqueezing me like a goddamn virgin. havenāt even fucked you for ten minutes and your pussyās already addicted to me.ā
you hate how good it feels.
how much you want this.
how right it feels to be wrong.
āhe trusts me,ā you whisper, barely audible over your own moans. āhe thinks iām with you because weāre safe.ā
āand now youāre getting bred in my backseat,ā satoru growls, thrusting up deep and slow just to feel your walls twitch around him. āwhile he sits at home playing the fool. god, youāre such a dirty little slut.ā
your phone buzzes again. his name. a missed call. another text.
satoru leans in close, mouth at your ear, breath hot and smug and sinful.
āgo ahead. answer him,ā he says in a brutally mocking tone, grabbing your hips and fucking up into you so hard the car rocks. ālet him hear what his girl sounds like when sheās getting ruined by her best friend.ā
you should be ashamed.
you should get off.
you should go home.
but instead you wrap your arms around his neck and bounce harder, chasing your second orgasm as his cum leaks out of you.
and when you finally cum again, clenching around him with a broken sob, satoru just kisses your shoulder and laughs.
āno fuckinā way iām giving up this pussy now.ā
a/n: bsf satoru *freak sonic meme*