the concept of jealous!satoru fucking u in the backseat of ur car, windows NOT tinted, in a public parking lot, in broad daylight (insert that cynthia gif)
i raise you: jealous! satoru fucking you over the hood of his car in broad daylight. sorry this took so long anon, it's been sitting in my drafts for ages!!
jealous! satoru fucking you in the backseat of his car
“did he make you laugh?” satoru grits into your ear, voice rough and breathy all at once, sweat damp hair curling over his nape. “hm? you were smiling real hard in that photo. looks like you got yourself a little jester.” and you can only whimper where he’s making you bounce on his cock. in the backseat of his car. in broad daylight. no tinted windows.
all because you wanted to be petty and get back at him and maybe went out with some friends and maybe posted an insta story of you with another guys arm hanging around your shoulder, your smile wide, your drink half finished in your hand. you’d counted on satoru seeing it. counted on the pissed texts he’d send after. counted on his seething, toxic jealousy that made you feel like you were on top of the world, because god was he easy to wind up when it came to you. you guys were messy, toxic, a situationship that burnt out and rekindled every three weeks whenever you got too drunk or he got too high and broke no contact again.
now you’re here, in the backseat of his mercedes, riding his cock as his fingers dig into your ass and drag you down on his length and make you bounce until you’re stupid and fucked out.
“toru—“ you try whine, gasping and flushed, sweat rolling down your throat and he grunts, low, feral, tongue dragging over the heated skin.
“don’t fuckin’ whine now,” satoru scoffs as he drags you down harder, his cock stuffing you so full you can barely think.
“toru i didn’t mean to—“ you whine and his tongue drags over his canines.
“should’ve thought about that before posted that shit for me to see. i know you did, i know you,” he hisses into your ear and that’s the kicker isn’t it? he does know you—knows every inch of you, how to make you whimper and cry out his name, how to make your fingers curl into sheets as his tongue licks into you, how to make you go stupid from pleasure, to make you stop thinking about anything but him, his body, his hands, his cock.
it’s a toxic, endless cycle you kept being caught in because you don’t want to escape—you want to be seen the way satoru sees you, want to be understood so deeply it feels like his hands are prying open your ribs and holding your heart in his hands, feeling every rapid pump and spurt of blood. you want to be caught by him—want satoru to chase you, knowing he’ll always find you, that it’ll always come back to this, to him.
“toru—hngh i—i can’t—“ you try gasp as he bounces you down harder on his cock.
“you can,” he refutes easily, teeth dragging over the arch of your throat, biting in deep enough to break skin, to keep himself indented on you with an ache that’ll linger for days, remind you of this moment being fucked dumb in his car everytime you looked in the mirror or touched the tender skin. that was so like satoru—marking himself on you, refusing to let you escape, making you remember that nobody knows you like he does, nobody makes you feel as good.
“just needed some cock to make you stop playin’ around huh?” satoru grunts into your ear. “that’s what it takes? need to be stuffed full so you don’t fuck with me? i can do that baby. keep you stuffed 24/7. ill make you sit on my cock as i work, keep your pretty needy pussy full all fucking day if that’s what you need.”
and you moan loud and shameless at the promise, the idea of being stuffed full 24/7, his cock inside you, keeping you fucked stupid and blissed out.
satoru growls at your whorish moan, bites at your earlobe. “yeah. knew you’d like that shit.” he grunts as he bounces you on his cock, rocks up to meet your ass, skin slapping against skin as you whine and moan, clawing at his shoulders and his hips stutter and his cock jerks as he grunts low and deep as he cums deep inside you, spilling deep inside your cunt.
you feel it fill you, stuffing you full and whine brokenly at the feeling of his cum, warm and endless, so fucking much of it that he’s leaking out of you around his shaft, wet squelches filling the hot car as he keeps making you rock. satoru’s head rolls back against the seat as he watches you—naked, sweaty, flushed, eyes rolling back as you cum hard on his cock, crying out high and broken as your cunt spasms around him.
“that’s it,” he groans low, watching as your thighs tremble and lips part around gasps and pants, hair messy. he hopes someone does pass by, that they look into the car because they’d see this—you, on his lap, looking like a fucked out pornstar, creaming on his cock, crying for him.
and when you collapse into his chest, his arms wrap around your sweaty flushed body, breath hot and heavy by your ear as he murmurs, voice low and thick, “you like your little reminder?”
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