❝ ˓ PRETTY DOLL — ୨୧ !⠀

❝ ˓ PRETTY DOLL — ୨୧ !⠀

──────── ⵌ Satoru x bimbo Fem!reader.

— ୨୧ ! 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : Satoru thinks you have nothing interesting to contribute to his life besides your nice body.

— ୨୧ ! 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : obscenity, blowjob, slight degradation, no aftercare, female stereotypes, perhaps slight distress? Idk.

— ୨୧ ! 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 : doll, dear, baby.

❝ ˓ blue is my favorite color . . . ❞

You were weak, you were definitely weak and no one could argue with that, well, at least not Satoru, who despite guarding you with his life, couldn't help but think that you were somehow inferior to him ... And anyone else who would cross his path.

I mean, those cute little bulging eyes that only served to flutter those lush fake eyelashes every time he fucked your mouth drove him crazy, sure, and that expensive lip gloss that he took it upon himself to memorize the flavor was his favorite, but you were dumb, too much he'd say.

Maybe you'd make a good housewife, he thought. Looking for some excuse to the little impact you would have on his life as a wizard loved by all, but well, there was no point in thinking about the future when this was temporary, no? Or at least that's what he wants to convince himself every time he sticks his almost dreamy sized cock between your lips and disappears his fingers in your silky hair thanks to all that wasted product on artificial hair smelling like top brand Shampoo.

If your brain wasn't even useful on a daily basis, with a cock buried all the way down your throat it was even less so. He checked by his own means, really.

"Mh.. You like that, don't you?" his voice echoed slightly shakily in the hyper-feminine room full of pink, effeminate things as you could feel yourself choking from the monstrous size getting in the way of your whole mouth, but of course, the bimbo didn't even try to pull away.

"You drool like a baby, doesn't that gross you out? Look at that little face all teary... Poor thing." his words between degrading and mocking echoed in your ears, but they went in one ear and out the other, like most of the things he said to you.

Still, in the face of deaf ears, the body picks up on everything your brain doesn't, and Oh.... You could swear that riding his foot like this wasn't embarrassing, or at least not in the heat of the moment. They couldn't blame you when he had you semi-naked, kneeling on the floor and the tip of his exaggeratedly expensive shoe tapping against the folds of your pussy over the fabric of your panties, moving it in rhythm with the restless sway of your hips as you sucked his cock as if your brain was designed for that and only that.

"Mhhgggg~ 'toru..." the vibration of your voice sent all sorts of bursts of pleasure along every vein of the man's cock, stimulating every last nerve in Satoru's brain. In any other case he would have even scolded you for using that nickname, but for now, he was too busy pushing the back of your head eagerly to the base of his cock, forcing (not so forcing) you to take him fully between your plump lips wet with pre-seminal fluid mixed with your own saliva.

He thought himself incapable of considering you even someone in his life. He was a man of high esteem, loved and hated by all, with just enough money to buy himself the president's chair if he wanted to, women behind him were plenty and he never lacked for anything, but from the first time he experienced in the flesh how well you could handle his cock inside you, be it in your mouth, your hands, or either of your two nice holes, he declared himself addicted to a drug that was too bad. You were stupid and it made his head hurt, but it also made his cock twitch.

He felt himself throbbing in your mouth, the recognizable steaming heat in his stomach began to become impossible to ignore, and he gave himself away as he began pumping into your warm mouth more insistently and hard, not even bothering to leave the work to you, he could guide you as he pleased, and you, as always, let him.

The abuse to your throat was starting to hurt and the friction of his shoe on your pussy wasn't enough, but did you have the courage to do anything else? Even permission? No, you didn't, so you enjoyed what you had at your disposal: choking on this guy's painfully big cock in you, nothing more, nothing less, you were pathetically happy with that.

"Mhff..~ yeah, baby, like that, just hold still and let me do it for you" he said, selling his words as praise and help for your uncoordination, only to take charge of everything between his big hands to satisfy himself after that stupidly long mission.

And without warning, without even knocking on the door, your lips began to drip with that warm, thick milky-white liquid as it shot straight to your lips. It only took a tearful glance from your eyes to him to know what Satoru wanted, and as was now customary, almost routine, you swallowed it whole almost as if by reflex, absorbing along your throat that sweet and sour substance with exquisite touches that you had memorized the taste.

He withdrew quickly, not even bothering to stain your skimpy clothes with the droplets still present on the tip of his cock, painting your half-dressed tits an artistic white and dropping a couple of tiny droplets in your lap. His load was always a surprise to you, but also a gift you were willing to take.

"That's it, very good, my dear..." he said with a relieved groan, taking your shirt that was lying around on either side of the bed to wipe his cock like an old rag cleaning a pipe, tossed it back to its random place, followed by stowing his big pride between his boxers.

Ha, he hadn't even taken off any clothes, hopefully he had lifted his blindfold to watch you suck him like a whore, but to throw away his expensive suit? Girl, don't ask for so much luck either.

"That was enough for today, eh? You did great." he complimented in a complimentary voice, stroking your cum-stained cheek lightly with his thumb while his other hand settled your pants in place and zipped it up, followed by its button, which didn't even take a second hand to do it.

"Mh..~ yes?" you moaned with your voice hoarse from the pain in your throat, as if you were looking for some cute love words, like 'I love you', how pathetic.

'Mhm" he nodded with a smile, returning the blindfold to its original place as he took a step backwards away from her touch towards you and sighed with a slight chuckle at the sight of you a complete mess on the floor, a twisted feeling of pride and satisfaction coursing through his veins at the sight of your makeup all smeared and wasted.

"You're getting better and better, eh? But I'm afraid I must be going, my dear." here he comes with the same speech you had forgotten how many times he had told you. "You know, superiors and their delusions~" he excused in a sing-songy, casual tone, as if he hadn't left you halfway through your visual orgasm without even touching you directly. Too bad.

"Maybe I'll come back in the evening and we can cuddle, what do you think, dear?" he suggested, falsely, since he said 'maybe' you already knew that 'maybe' was a disguised 'no'.

"Mhm, yes, yes.." you replied like a fool, a silly little puppy looking up at him admiringly from the same spot on the ground, all giving an ending too fast to even react properly with your atrophied brain.

He bent down, giving you a furtive wet kiss to your slobbery, soggy lips, finally pulling away to begin his march out of your room, as he had done so many times before.

"... I'll wait for you." you murmured loud enough for him to hear you before walking out that wooden door. "Don't do it, doll" he finally replied, and the last thing you could make out was his sly smile and his white hair disappearing behind the oak door.

──────── ⵌ no copying or anything like that, although I apologize if the translation is bad.

──────── ⵌ it's my first story and I don't even speak English so I hope for understanding 😭.