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Heβs laughing.
Of course he is.
Satoru is all teeth, a sharp grin split wide, blue eyes bright as he angles the phone just right. The red recording light blinks in the reflection of his sunglasses, perched lazily on his head, and the camera lens stares back at youβyour face, slack with shame, eyes blurred with tears, mouth trembling as he rocks into you.
Your knees grind against the rooftopβs rough gravel. Concrete bites into your palms as you brace yourself, back arched under the weight of his grip. His fingers are splayed wide over your nape, pressing your cheek to the cold ground, holding you down like a dog. Like a bitch in heat, twitching, squirming, taking him because what else can you do?
βSheβs fuckinβ crying, manββ
βOhhh, poor baby.β
βCβmon, tell the camera how good it feels,β Satoru coos, hips snapping forward. The impact punches a whimper from your throat. The phone dips lower, catching your fucked-out face, the wet gleam in your eyes, the mess pooling between your thighs. He wants every second of it, every pathetic noise, every shuddering gasp.
“You love this, huh? Bet you get off on bein’ our little porn star.” His breath is hot against your ear, laced with amusement, smug and cruel. βGotta give the fans what they want. Smile, baby.β
His fingers slide between your lips, prying them apart, and you feel your own saliva drip down your chin as he forces a grotesque, open-mouthed grin. Click. Flash. Another picture to sell. Another dollar in his pocket.
The boys are laughing. Watching. Filming.
Itβs not the first time.
But itβs the first time itβs been outside, where the city hums below, oblivious. Where anyone could step onto the rooftop and see your hands trembling, your dress bunched at your waist, your knees scabbed from friction. Where they could see the way he stretches you, fast, brutal, unrelenting, each thrust sending shockwaves up your spine.
Satoru groans, rolling his hips deeper, pushing you into the floor. His free hand fists your hair, yanking your head up so you can see yourself in the screenβhis cock splitting you apart, the glistening ring at the base, your body betraying you in full HD.
“You gonna scream?” he taunts, tongue clicking. “Go on. Let the whole school hear what a fuckinβ slut you are.”
Your throat locks. Shame chokes you silent.
He chuckles, shifting forward, lips brushing your ear. “Thatβs what I thought.”
The phone lingers. Capturing. Saving. Selling.
This wonβt be the last time.
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