𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘

“Ah, look at you.”

Satoru hums, tilting his head as he licks his fingers clean.

You’re sprawled on the table—his table—legs spread, body shaking, covered in a mess of sweets and slick and shame. Your thighs are sticky, your breath coming in sharp, shuddering gasps as he watches you with a grin that is far too pleased, far too entertained.

Like he’s enjoying this a little too much.

(He is.)

“You look delicious, sweetheart,” he muses, fingers trailing up the curve of your waist—smearing the remnants of whipped cream, honey, chocolate syrup along your trembling skin.

A canvas.

A meal.

He presses down hard on your belly, right above your womb, forcing out a thick trickle of cum, mixing with the syrup already dripping between your thighs.

Your body betrays you, twitching, clenching around nothing.

Satoru groans.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he murmurs, watching the way the mess pools beneath you.

You should be crying. Begging. Fighting.

(But your body is soft now, malleable, ruined.)

“You’re so cute like this,” he laughs, dipping his head down, dragging his tongue over the curve of your breast. Tasting. Sampling. Savoring.

His mouth closes over your nipple.

And then—

He bites.

Sharp, teasing, just enough pressure to make you whimper.

Then he sucks.

Deep, slow, ruthless.

You cry out, trying to twist away, but he doesn’t let you.

Big hands squeeze at your tits, kneading, milking, coaxing out more, more, more.

“You’re leaking, baby,” he coos against your skin, tongue lapping up every drop of milk spilling from your oversensitive tits.

A shudder wracks through you.

It’s too much.

Satoru moans. Actually moans.

“Fuck—this is addicting,” he exhales, voice husky, low, dripping with satisfaction. He gives your nipple a sharp flick with his tongue, watching the way your body jolts.

His cock is still inside you.

Still buried to the hilt.

Still stuffing you full, still making you stretch, still keeping you open.

And he thrusts in deep, slow, cruel, just to remind you of it.

The table creaks.

Your legs shake.

And he drinks.

Like a beast at the throat of prey, like a man sucking the last drops of nectar from a flower.

Like you’re his to devour.

(You are.)

“You taste so sweet, baby,” he groans, grinding deeper.

“Think I might just keep you like this forever.”

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