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“You’re awfully cute like this,” his smile cracked wider on his face. His movements didn’t even slow down as he readjusted his grip on your hips. A deep shudder shook his body as he pushed forward, folding your knees to your chest, forcing your cunt to stretch wider to accommodate his giant cock.
You turned and hid your face against your arm, unable to use your bound hands to do the work of covering your mouth and your shameless sounds. You barely got a second to yourself when his giant hand was wrapping around your jaw and turning you back to face him. He captured your lips in another hard kiss and you whimpered softly from the light soreness of his touch.
“Oh, don’t hide your sounds, sweetheart,” he cooed so sweetly against your bruised lips, letting his honeyed words melt against your ragged breaths. “I want everyone to know who’s the lucky lady that the Great Six Eyes is fucking- so- good- right now,” he emphasized each word with a snap of his hips, grinding the thick head of his cock deep into your overwhelmed g-spot.
You sobbed as he kept spearing his cock into it and tried to squirm away, your legs shaking with your efforts to try and regain some semblance of yourself again before you completely succumbed to this pleasure he was practically suffocating you in.
The entire lower half of your body was drenched in your slick and come, sticky fluids pooled more and more under you the faster he pistoned his cock in and out of you. Wherever he got your clothes off your body, he marked your with dark hickeys and teeth, making sure to brand your skin with his touch.
What was meant to be a routine check-up on the monstrous Eldritch being—the same Eldritch being that you personally reported getting locked away—ended up with you being restrained with the buckles and straps from his straitjacket and pinned on the floor as he kissed and fucked you six ways from Sunday. And it didn’t seem like he’d be stopping anytime soon.
“Sa-!” you choked up, hot tears rolling down your face as you tried to close your legs, sparing yourself from the blinding pleasure. His taste was still thick on your tongue and it made your head spin wildly.
“Satoru, p-please!” you whimpered. You weren’t entirely sure what you were begging him for. You needed to come again but you also needed him to stop before it was too late and you gave into the complete bliss of being claimed by him.
Satoru sighed deeply, his giant hand shaking down between your legs. “If you want to come again,” he took hold of your clit and pinched the swollen nub between his rough fingers. you jolted as if you were getting electrocuted and loudly sobbed as he rolled it between his fingers. Your crying and sounds got absorbed quickly by the padded walls of his cell.
“All you gotta do is ask,” he hummed, dragging a tongue up your cheek to catch the fresh wave of tears.
You tried to break out of the restraints again but to no avail. You cried harder and you came again, squeezing his cock so tightly that the veins running down his length carved into your walls and your cunt molded to his exact shape. Your vision was filled with stars and it was a Herculean feat just to bring air back into your lungs.
You hiccuped and whined when he didn’t let go and stared up at him through watery eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore.
It was too much. Way too much. He was too good at making you feel good and it made you scared.
“Aw, baby,” Satoru’s expression softened, his six eyes gently taking you in. His hand moved away and he brushed your hair from your face. “Don’t be scared. I’m not going to leave you. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”
Your breath hitched when you realized you'd said that out loud.
“You're so beautiful,” he hummed, kissing your forehead. “So kind, and so, so sweet. I needed you the moment I laid eyes on you. That’s why I was so well-behaved, see? That’s why I forgave you for letting those rat bastards lock me up too.”
You nearly snapped out of your haze when you heard that he—the strongest and most dangerous Eldritch being—let himself get caught. But it was only for a brief moment before he pinched your clit and you were sucked back into the brain-numbing ecstasy.
“Because I got to see you more if I was behaving. I knew I had to make you mine. And now you are,” he brought his hand down and dragged his nail on your poor and puffy cunt stretched to the very limit just to take him in. “See? See how well you’re taking me, baby?”
You could only hiccup some more as he rolled his hips to grind his cock into your sweet spot. Your moans pinched off into breathy whimpers.
“You're all mine,” Satoru smiled brightly, all six of his eyes trained on your face, “And I’m never letting you go.”
His thrusts got faster and your head fell back onto the cushioned floor of the cell, your gasps getting higher in pitch as you were sent careening back to another orgasm.
You shook your head and weakly pushed your feet onto his shoulders to push him away, your hands still helplessly stuck to the floor. “No, no! I can’t-! I can’t c-come-!” you weakly begged but your crying died on your tongue as more moans wrenched from your chest and echoed around the room. “‘S too much! —too much! … t-too—nngh!—too good!”
Satoru just grabbed your legs and let them fall over his elbows as he pressed his body down on you. He kissed your cheek and smiled so sweetly at you as if he wasn’t driving you to the brink of pure insanity with his touch.
“You can. And you will,” he whispered.
Your nails ripped up the floor under you and you shuddered as two consecutive orgasms blinded you. Your ears were ringing so loudly that you thought you’d gone deaf.
The only things you could hear were the obscene and sticky squelches of your cunt grinding against his equally soaked body and his ragged breaths as he praised you for doing so well for him.
His voice broke off into squeaky octaves, hopefully indicating that he was close to his orgasm and would spare you from this—admittedly heavenly—yet overwhelming pleasure.
Satoru finally came, his body trembling and a deep guttural moan escaped his cherry-red lips. He gasped and panted as he looked down at the nonexistent gap between your bodies. His thick cum dribbled out in thick globs which he pushed back in you as best as he could with his hands shaking so violently.
“Gods, look at you… look at y-you…” he was whimpering—the Great Gojo Satoru was fucking whimpering—as he dragged his fingers over your embarrassingly wet cunt, letting your combined release trickle down his fingers and over his knuckles before he dragged his tongue over his hand, cleaning up the mess. Satoru whined as he tasted your spend and dipped his fingers more into the slick pool just to get more. He was moaning and tasting everything from you on his fingers like he was tasting the finest sweets from a sweets shop.
You weakly pushed him back, your knees buckling under his weight when he resisted. The ringing in your ears finally faded away and you heard frantic shouting at the far end of the hall. You listened carefully and heard a flurry of footsteps heading in your direction alongside shouted orders to neutralize him. “Him” most definitely being Satoru.
“Sa-Satoru…” you rasped. The realization of Satoru’s doom and being caught in a compromising state sobered you quickly.
He looked up, sighing softly. “Seems like we’re out of time,” he huffed. He moved his hands to your wrists and freed you from the ground. You couldn’t move your body quite yet, relying on him to pick you up. He cradled you to his body and hummed happily to himself. “Let’s get out of here, shall we?” Satoru cooed in your ear.
You didn’t protest when you felt the air suddenly become so thick as if it had frozen before snapping around you like a taut rubber band. And you weren’t in the padded cell anymore.
“Where…?” you turned away from Satoru to look and couldn’t recognize the room.
He just sighed happily and shifted so that he was lying down, taking you with him. His cock shifted inside you and you pinched back the moan that threatened to escape your throat. You clung to him for dear life as you settled on what you vaguely recognized as a bed when the stars stopped dancing behind your eyes.
Satoru groaned and lightly smacked your ass with a smile blooming on his face. “Don’t pinch off my dick, dear. I still need that to fuck you some more later.”
You glared at him, only earning a sugary smile back. “Fuck you,” you spat, your voice still ragged from screaming his name in the cell.
“You already did,” he laid back on the bed and propped an arm behind his head as he smirked at her. “And you were really enjoying yourself too.”
You just sighed deeply and let yourself melt against his chest before closing your eyes, your fatigue hitting you like a freight train. You’ll argue with him later. For now, you need to sleep.