Tohru Adachi to fuck the Reader's face while calling them names

Notes: Reminder that this was written by my friend, Duran. You can read more of their work on their AO3 and Hentai-Foundry.

When Adachi grabs you by the hair, it's like a switch has flipped inside of him. There's no warning for it, no sense to what happens. Suddenly you're on your knees and there's a cock against the back of your throat and you're so confused by it that the way he calls you his cockslut barely registers for you. No, you're too busy suddenly choking on his cock, wondering how he even got it out so quickly and how to answer this, as if you can answer anything with his fat cock stretching your throat and plugging up your airways. Instinctively, you try to inhale, but all you get is more cock getting sucked down instead, as the struggle hits and realization comes crashing down of what's about to happen.

By then, it's already too late. "You thought you were going to be more to me than a set of holes I can turn into my own personal fuck sleeves?" he asks, a hand crashing down against your face for good measure, as if he's not being horrible enough to you already. "Oh no, you're here for my pleasure, and if you happen to get off from any of this, it will only be because you're a lowly pain slut who thrives on being abused and talked down to." Laughter follows, as he begins to work in deep, savage motions of his hips to facefuck you, his hands gripping you tightly and keeping you held in place with a downright hateful firmness.

You struggle to breathe as his cock plunges down your throat, his balls slapping against your chin, thick strands of drool getting everywhere as he subjects you to pure brutality. He's pulling up all kinds of spit, the extra thick kind that coats your face and gets all over his lap, painting him with your spit, with a mess entirely of your own making. He's unerring, his hips driving forward harsher still, hateful, vicious. There's no slowing him down, and the occasional smack of his open palm across your face only makes it worse. "I've been waiting to plug this mouth up with my cock all night. Listening to you talk drove me mad, and now I've got two hours of frustration to take out on you."

"Touch yourself, you pathetic fuckpig," he snarls. You don't even get a chance to react before he's slapping you and yelling, "I said touch yourself, cum dumpster!" Your hand is down between your legs frantically. Whether or not you're the pain slut he says you are, he's going to make you act like it, going to make you give him the satisfaction he wants. Or maybe, he's going to turn you into it, as a weird kind of euphoria comes from the feeling of feeling your consciousness slip, your hand working now at self-pleasure with more need than you have ever felt before, and when he pumps his load down your throat you find pleasure like you could have never imagined in the climax you bring yourself to.

Which makes everything he's said about you true.