Saikyō || The Strongest || 最強

‎ 𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜: 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

NOROI

The string of words that left my lips were incomprehensible as each thrust suspended my voice on my throat. The latter stung from the unceasing pleads that he could hear, but would not listen to.

Long, slender fingers gripped my bare waist, the soft flesh marked red and raw. His fingertips dug on my back as he lifted my hips to his liking, meeting and closing the distance with hard, tireless plunges.

The air was thick with the smell of arousal, spreading effortlessly like the heat of our bodies. Lewd squelches accompanied each of his thrusts, his groans and momentary whimpers. He'd call my name every now and then, whisper on my ear how I was driving him insane. And then his hands would be rougher, this movements harsher. "So good. So fucking good."

"Sa..." His name melted on the tip of my tongue. Pants, soft wheezes, and deep breaths competed in my chest as my arms draped around his nape. I could feel my toes curling as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure swept over my body. My tensed, back arched until our chests touched. "Wait...wait."

Our bodies fell back on the bed, the insufferable man pinning my torso below his. Several cusses filled my ears as he did me inside with an unrelenting force. He hasn't stopped for minutes now. "Do you feel that— how tight you get around me?"

"You...!" I squirmed as the painful delight intensified. He was huge, thick... and he definitely knew how to use that to his advantage. Even without venturing deeper by force, he could fill me in. "You scam...! You said we're just going to–"

Another thrust.

The white-haired man only gave me an innocent smile. "I said what?"

Seeing how I was having a hard time to breathe, his movements mellowed. He did not fully stop. And those slow, intentional thrusts nearly made me curse out loud. They only added to my unrest, especially when he lifted my hips and painstakingly pushed down his weight into my throbbing core.

My legs tightened around his waist. "Wait..."

"Open your eyes," he whispered against my earlobe before leaving a peck on my cheek. "Look at me."

"Can't..." The word came out strangled and sandwhiched in between dazed whines. He went even slower, more teasingly as if he was implying he wouldn't take no for an answer. I drew in a rushed inhale and tried to force my eyes open.

But it's too fucking good.

"Come on, eyes open." He grabbed my jaw, forcing our gazes to meet. "I didn't put you in this position just so I couldn't see those pretty little eyes."

I had lost track of time. Everything was just blurry. It had come to the point I couldn't feel my body anymore. It was all pleasure.

As if my body was finally accustomed to his being fused with mine, I couldn't bring myself to ask him to stop either. It was too much, but barely enough. How many times I melted in his arms, how many times I released, I lost count, too.

Every following time only felt more intense than the last, instantly overwriting my memories of pleasure with new ones.

When I'd be too tired, he'd allow reverse cursed technique, going against his previous demand. He'd make love to me gently one time, adoring my whole body and telling in detail how much he loves me. Then the next, he'd fuck. Hard, rough, and unforgiving. He'd take me, no matter the place.

And now, he'd switched from behind.

"You like this, yeah?" His deep sensual voice sounded in between hard, unending thrusts. "I can just do this all day, everyday."

"Please," I called, unable to form a cohesive thought. "I'm c-close."

"Just come, baby," he'd whisper back. "Such a good fucking girl."

So good...

A violent force surged inside me as my arms weakened, my upper body collapsing against the mattress. Hot fluid trickled down my thighs, overflowing. My legs were shaking, convulsing from the combination of exhaustion and satisfaction.

He's unbelievably good with everything he does.

But there was one thing I had learned the hard way: He was insatiable in bed.

He flipped me over, our flustered, sweaty bodies fully exposed to each other for the nth time. I let out a gasp when his fingers entered me with no warning, slipping in effortlessly. "...why?"

His gaze softened. His tensed shoulders eased. He placed a quick kiss on my lips before pressing his forehead against mine. His middle and index finger curled inside of me, the sensitive walls responding to the angled stimulation.

"Wh-why...?," I whimpered.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered rather sheepishly. It was the first time tonight that he'd calmed down a little. Before I could ask why, he tore his body from me and pulled a fragment of rubber from inside me.

What the actual...

──❍──

Cheers!

You all deserve a reward for finishing the book~!

[Check out Noroi for more.]

There's also Ichihara Sena and Ryomen Sukuna's story which I greatly adore + I think that one's my most refined work yet.

Thank you, everyone! Please rest your eyes well!

Hiira