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♱ ‧₊˚. THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY ꒰ toji x f!reader ꒱ nsfw — mdni [dubcon (reader is crossfaded), alcohol/cocaine use, mentions of overdosing, infidelity (reader is cheating on megumi), age-gap, degradation, praise, raw sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, groping, pet names, squirting] wc [4k] an [repost from last night ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝ if you liked this, you can also reblog it]

"m’kay— think that's enough for one night, doll," toji lets out an amused chuckle as he observes your actions through his peripheral.

you’re leaning over the tray placed on your lap to snort your fifth line of coke that night, your head shooting back up to face the roof of toji’s car as you scrunch your nose in an attempt to offset the sting of the powder lining your sinuses. once the feeling subdued, you lazily turn to face the man in the driver’s seat, blinking at him dumbfoundedly with a pouty frown on your lips.

huh.

how’d i end up in my boyfriend’s dad’s car?

why couldn’t megumi come pick me up? did i even call him? i don’t think i did. did yuuji do it? why didn’t megumi come to the party in the first place? oh, right, he has that exam tomorrow morning. wait, don’t i have to write that exam, too? god, it’s so hot, even with the windows down. the wind feels nice… shit, it’s really cold.

the harsh gust of the cool summer night’s wind flew in through toji’s open window and across your body, pushing your hair past your shoulders and raising goosebumps on your bare arms. you shiver against the leather seat, sinking further into it in an attempt to avoid the draft. this shift in your position seems to have only made it worse, however; the rigid breeze now skimming over your chest.

oh, wait, that feels good…

the copious amount of drugs in your blood had you hyper-cognizant of every tiny, minute change your body experienced, and that translated into the heightened responses it elicited.

you feel your nipples harden through the thin fabric of your tank top, and you can’t help the way your thighs start rubbing together to ease the inevitable throbbing of your clit. your breathing is quick to become ragged as you feel yourself burning up, and you undo your seatbelt to shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.

“f-fuck…” it escapes you as the quietest of erotic sighs, yet, it’s loud enough for toji’s ears to pick up on.

he’s snapping his head towards you at the sound of your high-pitched voice and the slow beeping coming from his car to signal him that you’d removed your seatbelt. his brow is raised and worry is hidden in his eyes behind the usual nonchalance they carry— he’s ready to ask you if you’re alright before the sight in front of him nearly knocks the air out of his lungs.

your head is leaning back against the headrest, face set blissfully with slightly parted lips and closed eyes. his gaze scans over your body; your nipples peeking out through your tank top, your far too-short skirt doing a poor job of covering your legs— the fabric bunching up at your hips and one of your hands slotted in between your thighs. you're dragging your clit along your fist, the faint gasps you let out travelling straight to toji’s cock.

fucking hell. were you too coked up to notice that your boyfriend’s dad was sitting right next to you?

from the first day his son brought you home, toji knew. he knew damn well you were going to cause him a lot of problems. he couldn’t deny that he had the hots for his son’s girlfriend; what with the way you waltz around his home wearing nothing but megumi’s shirts and your panties, with the way you talk to him with coquettish undertones lacing your soft voice, with the way you always smile at him so sweetly and so, so enticingly.

did you have any idea of what you do to him? or were you just that fucking naive?

did you have any idea of how he fucks his fist to the obscene sounds of your whimpers and whines as megumi fucks you into the bed in the next room over? or how he spills all over your panties that had accidentally gotten into his laundry? or how you’re in his dreams damn near every night, where he’s the one leaving his mark on you, and not megumi.

he’s brought back to the present when the tempo of the beeps coming from his car increases. before he realises it, he’s reaching out to place a sweaty palm on your thigh— a bit further up than he probably should’ve— to lightly shake you, “hey, doll, you gotta put your seatbelt back on.”

you whine in response, arching your back further off the seat upon the contact of his skin on yours, “don’t wanna…” your free hand finds its way on top of toji’s much larger one, and you slide your fingers under his palm to hold it, “can- can you… h-hah…”

toji would never admit it, but you have him short circuiting. behind his seemingly cool demeanour, he’s having a hard time driving straight in between the lines; his car swerving left and right. the incessant beeping from the dashboard that only seems to be getting louder and louder doesn’t do anything to help the chaos of the situation he’s in, “c’mon, use your words…”

he hides his flustered arousal behind that signature, devilish smirk of his, eyes fluttering between the road and your legs as he swallows an impending groan that’s brought on by you sliding his hand to hook onto the inside of your thigh.

toji's too focused on trying to not let your lewd whimpers get to his head— and his dick, to notice that the grip he had on the steering wheel was turning white-knuckled and that his foot had been applying more pressure on the accelerator.

120 mph.

“t-toji…”

he covers up a cough with a low chuckle, your soft call of his name sending his brain into overdrive. he rubs a comforting thumb along your thigh— fuck, your skin was so soft, “yeah, doll?”

you utter almost painfully, “ngh— n-need… need you…”

130 mph.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man. he craved money, sex, and all the thrills that the universe had to offer. but at this point in his life, nothing came close to how much he wanted you. was it because you were probably the only thing that he couldn’t have? maybe.

was it because you belonged to his son and not him? perhaps.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man, but the amount of self-discipline he has is almost surprising. he knows not to touch what’s not his— especially when it comes to megumi.

but with the way you’re begging him to take you, with the way you’re clinging onto his hand as if it were a lifeline— god, toji doesn’t think his patience has ever been tested to this extreme.

“fuck me… please— oh, god— need it s’bad, toji…”

140 mph.

the thin thread of resolve that toji had was very close to tearing. he inhales deeply, before looking over at you with a grin more sinister than before, “you’re playing a dangerous game here… don’t get your pretty little head into somethin’ y’know you won’t be able to get out of,” his fingers experimentally dig into the flesh of your thigh, coaxing a wanton moan of his name from your throat.

"want you so bad… wanna fuck you so bad," your thighs tighten around his hand, "want you inside me, wanna feel you fill me up—"

and that's when he snaps.

"fuck this," with a sudden jerk of the steering wheel, he's pulling over to the side of the freeway, putting his car in park before hastily undoing his seatbelt and leaning over to maneuver you onto his lap. without warning, he takes either side of your face in his hands, pulling you into him to clash his lips against yours.

the kiss is hungry and full of lust, full of the want and need that toji’s had bottled up in him for the many months you’ve been dating his son.

his fingers trace down your neck to slide the straps of your tank-top off your shoulders, pulling down the front to expose your breasts. the cool breeze of the night flows through the open window, goosebumps forming on your supple skin, and you can't help the shiver that runs up your spine as you press your chest into his to try and feel as much of him against you as possible.

his palms crawl under the fabric of your top and run up your sides, stopping at your chest to rub his calloused thumbs over your perky nipples. his actions elicit a ghost of a moan from you and an uncontrolled buck of your hips against his, "f-fuck..."

toji’s fully sober, but he feels himself getting drunk on your taste and touch, the alcohol on your tongue prominent against his, the tip of his nose lightly dusted with the white powder you messily snorted earlier. your one hand is under his black skin-tight shirt, warm palm placed on his taut abs to feel the way they contract and expand under your sensual touch; your other hand is lost in his straight black locks, gripping and gently tugging every time you feel yourself slipping deeper and deeper into your arousal.

he’s groaning into your mouth and ravishing you with sloppy kisses, sucking and tugging on your lower lip before releasing it with a pop, "do you have any idea of what you do to me? walkin’ around dressed like a fuckin' hooker?" his large hands travel down to your hips, impatient fingers tapping against the cotton fabric of your too-short skirt; he's snarling against your jaw, peppering wet kisses and leaving bite marks along his trail, "the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you smile— the way you cry out my son’s name when he’s fucking you into the bed? yeah, doll, i can hear it all, y’know."

the growl lacing his baritone voice sends blood rushing straight to your clit and prompts you to grind down onto his lap, revealing the boner he'd popped, "please, toji—"

"fuck; you sound even better when you’re sayin’ my name,” his lips are at your collarbone now, trailing south to leave love-bites on the curvature of your breasts— right atop the fading ones left on you by megumi from nights prior. as for toji’s hands— they're on your thighs, palming and squeezing at whatever flesh he can get a hold of.

his fingers dance upwards, and you feel a lick of warmth shoot up your abdomen as he nears the place you need him the most. toji lets out a low groan against your sternum when he feels the lack of the thin fabric he was expecting to separate your cunt from the thick denim of his jeans, "no panties? you're practically begging to be fucked stupid, aren't cha?"

"wan' it s'bad, toji, please, please,” pawing at his crotch with butterfingers, you attempt to remove the button of his jeans, letting out a needy whine when you can't get them undone.

tojii notices that your words are more slurred now— the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol in your system are probably just reaching their peak.

he’s a man of questionable morals; sure, he’s definitely dreamed about fucking you every which way when he sleeps at night, waking up with soiled boxers and sweat drenching the sheets. he’s definitely shamelessly fucked his fist while he hears the bed creak rhythmically from his son’s room next door, your broken mewls and cries spurring him on until he cums the most he thinks he ever has.

he’s a man of questionable morals; but even he can tell this is an all time low for him. there's a voice in the back of his mind that's screaming at him to stop, how messed up it is of him to be fucking his son's girlfriend— but how does he expect himself to hold back when you're the one who pushed yourself onto him, when you're the one asking him— and not his son, your boyfriend— to bury his cock deep within you and fill you up.

toji helps you with unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock from its confines, letting out a curse when the cold night breeze sweeps over it. your pussy throbs at the sight of his dick— it's leaking pre-cum, fat tip flushed red and angry; desperately in need of attention with the way it's twitching against his abdomen. you can't help the giggle that escapes you in that moment, your index finger lightly tracing over a prominent vein, "can tell where ‘gumi got his size from…”

his cock twitches again at your words, a breathy laugh leaving him as he leans forward, one hand finding the back of your neck to mold his lips against yours. with his other hand, he takes a hold of his cock and strokes it a few times, rubbing the pre-cum over his length before flicking your skirt up and gliding the head in between your folds, making sure to give extra attention to your puffy nub. he feels your hips buck against his and your arms wrap tighter around his shoulders when he prods your entrance open, dreamily sighing into his mouth, “feels s’good, toji…”

“h-hah, ‘m not even in you yet— o-oh, fuck,” you sink down on his full length without warning, languid moans falling from both of your lips, and your ass squishing down against his thighs as you take a moment to adjust to his size.

just from looking at his dick, you thought it was roughly the same size as your boyfriend’s but fuck, does it feel so much bigger inside you— the girth stretching you out almost painfully and the thick head hitting pleasure points against your wall that you didn’t even know existed. your chest flushes with warmth when he shifts his hips experimentally, your clit catching onto his pubic bone, earning a broken whimper from you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

maybe it’s all the foreign substances in your blood talking, but toji’s dick feels so, so amazing— feels like you’re in seventh heaven, and he hasn’t even started moving. a part of you is scared for him to, knowing that you’ll be sure to cum embarrassingly quick from the heavy drag of his veiny cock and the tip nudging up against that one sacred spot inside you that megumi’s dick couldn’t even dream of reaching.

unbeknownst to you, toji was experiencing the same inner turmoil. he swears he’s never been in pussy this tight— or at least not in many years; and god, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt this good. he’s pretty sure you’re unaware of the way your wall is clamping down on his length, but he’s hyper aware of how your ministrations keep pushing him closer and closer to his release. his arms engulf your frame and pull you flush against his chest, his breathing ragged against the crown of your head, “gotta stop clenching ‘round my cock like that, baby, f-fuck.”

your hold on his bicep loosens as you turn your head into his face, lips tracing his jaw. you look up at him through your lashes and you both share the same expression; parted lips slowly curving upwards into soft smiles. toji knew this was wrong; who in their right mind would fuck their son’s girlfriend? you also knew it was wrong, even through your clouded inebriation, but that just added to the thrill of it all; the giddiness in both of you growing by the second, “i— s-sorry…”

toji’s heart swells upon hearing your sweet voice, and he can’t help but coo at you, “good girl, so sweet f’me— umph!”

good girl.

all it took were those two words to have you clamping down on his cock again, this time much harder than previously. a lewd cry escapes your lips as your head falls forward onto his chest, your arms encircling his broad shoulders, “f-fuck, ‘m sorry!”

he’s panting into your neck, hot breath leaving drops of condensation that drip down your skin. toji has a lot of patience and willpower, both of which were running extremely low— all thanks to you. it’s not like he really minds, though; he wants nothing more than to fuck you senseless, wants nothing more than to hear you call out his name, wants nothing more than to taint you and watch his thick seed leak out of you, “y’like that, huh? like it when i praise ya, pretty?”

your needy whine overtakes his voice mid-sentence as your rub your hips against his. you want to fuck him; you want to bounce on his cock and make him feel good, but there’s no way you can. you’re practically jelly in his arms; complaisant and pliable, and half your mind is wishing you’d taken it easier on the alcohol, “mhm, can you— h-hah… fuck me, please, d-daddy?”

toji groans when hears your last word, “smart girl— catchin’ on s’quickly,” he’s quick to heed your request that you asked him oh, so sweetly for, thrusting his hips up into yours gently once, twice, and then a third time, his half-lidded eyes scanning your face.

your bottom lip is caught between your top teeth as you try to suppress the obscene sounds you knew would escape your throat; your eyes are shut and brows furrowed, head tilted back to expose your neck and chest to him. his lips find a home in the hollow of your collar bone, where he sucks and nips to mark you up even more— the thought of megumi finding your body littered with small bruises that he knows he didn’t leave has toji smirking into your skin.

his actions elicit a gasp from you and your fingers find the roots of his hair to grip them, “daddy; please, please, please— ngh, s’good,” you’re babbling at this point, without even the slightest of clues of what you’re begging him for.

calling him “daddy” again seem to awaken some type of carnal desire within him, with the way his thrusts start becoming more forceful and his fingertips dig further into the flesh of your waist. he’s hitting deep— so deep and so violently that your jaw falls slack and a loud moan of his name leaves your lips.

toji growls in response, one hand leaving your waist to pull you in by the back of your neck for a slobbery kiss. your tongues massage each other, drool dripping down the corners of your mouths. it’s messy— full of lust and passion and desire.

he loves it that way.

the sounds of his thighs slapping up against your ass and the wet squelches of his cock ploughing into your leaking cunt fill the empty silence of the car, but your lewd cries and mewls are quick to join the ensemble. you sound so cute— so innocent and so sweet with the way you’re begging for him that a part of toji wishes he hadn’t fallen prey to his craving for you. despite this, he can’t help the ever-growing amount of blood rushing down to his cock.

he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither were you.

every thrust up into your soft cunny has your clit catching onto his pelvis, and you can feel the cold flame in your abdomen burning brighter from the accompanied drag of his cock against all the pleasure points that line your walls. broken gasps and whimpers fall onto his ears as you swear he’s fucking up into your womb.

toji isn’t faring much well off either; your gummy walls have his length in a vice grip, and your voice only drives him closer and closer to his high. his eyes are stuck on your entrance, salivating at the way the ring of cream coating the base of his cock gets thicker with each thrust up into you, "gonna let daddy cum inside this pretty pussy?"

“oh, fuck, y-yes—” your grip on his hair tightens.

“yeah?” it’s a back-and-forth; toji asking you almost mockingly and you responding with high-pitched whines, “so good f'me.”

and suddenly, without warning, he’s groping your ass to fuck you at an angle that has you choking on your breath. you sob at the way the fat head of his dick is hitting your cervix rapidly, falling dizzy from how he’s splitting you in half. an unfamiliar tremor slowly makes its appearance within you, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt it when megumi’s made you cum before.

no, this is different; it feels like a flash, a hot streak ripping through your body and pulsating in your abdomen as you succumb to your arousal, your body breaking into trembles under toji’s secure hold, “daddy, cumming— 'm cumming!”

“shh, that’s it, princess, let go,” his thumb finds your clit to rub gentle circles on it, helping you ride out your high. you're crying while you're cumming, the pleasure hitting you like a high tide, and you’re gasping for air as you feel your essence leaking out of the gap between your cunny and toji’s cock to wet his lap and the leather seat below him. your walls spasm around him, and he twitches inside of you as his thrusts pick up speed, “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum too.”

and that he does. he’s leaning into you, muffling a guttural groan into your neck as his hips lose their rhythmic pace and begin to stutter. he spills inside your womb, seed sloshing around your walls to paint them an opaque, milky white. his cock twitches inside you, the warmth of your spongy walls sending gentle waves of euphoria through him.

you’re resting your head on his chest with his chin on your scalp, both of you heaving to catch your breaths in the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm. toji’s the first to speak, pressing a lingering kiss to your hairline, “you’re fuckin’ filthy, doll.”

his voice rumbles through his chest, the reverberations ringing through your worn body and you all of a sudden feel embarrassed, letting out a timid hum as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now,” one of toji’s hands tighten around your waist, the other coming up to gently cup your cheek and lift your face to meet his gaze.

he had always thought your looks were easy on the eyes, but seeing you like this— with your tired, lust-blown eyes, a thin sheen of saliva coating your pouty lips, and the moon casting her light down on one side of your face to illuminate the apples of your cheeks and the colour of your irises— god, he swears he’s never seen a sight more stunning, “megumi’s one lucky bastard,” his thumb caresses your cheekbone and you find yourself leaning into his touch, a lazy smile making its way onto your face.

he’s silent as he admires your face for a minute before you finally process his previous statement, your brain working at half it’s sober speed, “hah, or maybe he’s not—”

“let’s not… let’s not think about that for now,” he whispers before leaning forward to slot your lips between his in an attempt to push that thought aside in his mind.

the gravity of the situation you’d both gotten yourselves into hadn’t exactly hit yet— neither of you want it to— thinking that you could stay in this position, with his lips moulded against yours and his cock buried deep within the warm confinements of your walls for eternity.

you're both brought out of your post-sex bliss when buzzing comes from your phone that’s laying face up on the shotgun seat. your heads turn in time to take a look at who's calling, only to be met with a selfie of you and megumi on the screen. toji reaches an arm out to pick up the device, an expletive followed by a low laugh leaving his lips, and he taps your phone gently against the side of your head, "so... you gonna answer that, princess? or should i?"

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This Time| Satoru Gojo pt. 2

Synopsis: This time, Satoru is hungry for your sweet love. He can’t get enough of you after that birthday party you both attended. After a promise to surprise him for his birthday, he surprises you with a question you never thought Satoru Gojo would ask anyone.

Warning/contains: strong language, kissing, cowgirl sex, soft BDSM play, male dom, female dom, male sub, female sub, begging, missionary sex, mention of insecurities, possibly unsanitary sexual things, mentions of pregnancy (slight breeding kink just suddenly appears in this man?? Maybe 30 years old is getting to him) mutual pining (with this comes a bit of angst)

Word count: 8.9k

an: It’s so early in the morning right now and I’m not even sure if I’m awake (words are looking wrong to me, I think the sleep deprivation is turning me illiterate), but I GOT IT DONE. I edited it as much as I could, but at this point I just wanted to post it. If there’s any major problems with the grammar, please let me know. This was a lot of fun to write, plus Satoru kind of reminds me of someone I know outside of the fictional world so he’s easy(ish) to write. Well, peace out friends, I’m going to fall asleep to Minecraft videos and try not to upset the massive sunburn I got at the beach today. Drae out <3 

Satoru trails sticky kisses down the line of your jaw, his hair tickles your face as he maneuvers his head to kiss your neck. Your heart felt like it was in two places at once; your throat and…down lower. Something was throbbing and unbeknownst to you Satoru could smell your arousal. It was a slight tang in the air, something so faint it was hard to describe. Once you identified it though, it became thick, settling over you like a fog of dizzying desire. Gojo smiles against your collarbone and brushes his teeth against the soft skin, making you shudder in response. This time was pure bliss. Different from when the both of you fucked after making a pitstop back at Shoko’s party. Different from the sweaty nights last week where you’d either find Satoru at your door after work or he’d invite you over to his place. He’d kissed every inch of your body by now, claiming every cell as his own. He fucked so much that you’d begun to only think about the next time he’d push you up against his kitchen counter, demand you suck his cock, or lift you up against the wall to fuck you from behind or make you watch in a mirror as he touches all over your body, or even the time you both couldn’t wait until you got home so he fucked you in a dark alleyway. You weren’t sure what the definition of your relationship was with Satoru Gojo anymore. He was your best friend, someone you could rely on and share memories with when you both were younger. Now, things were complicated. 

“You’re absolutely intoxicating y/n.” Satoru suddenly whispers, he’s now laying off at your side, propped up on your breasts with his eyes scanning your face. “I could look at your face for hours and never get sick of it.” He pauses, a grin lifting onto his full lips. “That’s it.” He mumbles. You tilt your head and look at him curiously. 

“What’s it?” You question, lazily lifting your hand to pet his head. He accepts the loving strokes and shuts his eyes softly.

“Tonight, after I’m done fucking you, which could be never, I want us to draw each other.” He moves his hands so they’re now resting on your chest as well. “I’m so going to beat your ass. I’m a great artist.” He boasts. You roll your eyes as a swell of emotion builds in your chest. There wasn’t a night that went by when Gojo didn’t actively initiate sex or deny your advances. It was something strange to you since most men were fucking weird about intimacy with you. Gojo was different. The little voices in your head were trying to tell you otherwise though. He’s just bored. Men love sex. Don’t get used to it. He’s just using you. You don’t see him asking to have an actual relationship with you. You’re just some hole he can fill for the time being. 

If you were being honest, you didn’t necessarily care. You weren’t entirely sure you were even ready to have that conversation with Satoru. Dating? You hated it, but it could be different with him. You shift slightly so you can get a better look at the gangly man laying on you. 

“Who said you were getting to fuck me Satoru?” You mused teasingly. He chuckles darkly, a low sound that almost sends a shiver down your spine. He lifts a finger and trails it across your chest toward your budding nipple. He circles it a couple of times, watching as your nipple perks up to his attention. He smirks to himself and you want to curse your body for being so honest. Satoru moves his finger to your mouth next. He swipes at your bottom lip and your lips part instinctively. His eyes darken as he wets his long digit on the inside of your lip. You’re not sure, but you think something is hardening against your leg. Satoru is on a mission though, he wants to prove you wrong. So his next destination is to make the long journey down your body to the apex of your legs. Where he claimed these lips were nothing but sweet to him, while the ones connected to your mouth teased him relentlessly. You tense, expecting him to hook his finger into your swollen pussy, but he teases the thick skin of your thigh before lightly brushing over your pubic mound. You let out a breath as he plays with your other thigh now, molding his whole hand into the fatty surface. 

“Now,” he pauses, tracing small circles closer and closer to your entrance. If he would just move a little further to the right he’d be in the right spot. “Now you’re going to have to beg for my cock like a common whore.” Before you’re able to resist he moves your underwear to the side and allows the air to tickle your senses. “I’d like to see how far you’d go just for me to fuck you.” He mumbles more to himself than to you. Your gaze falls to where his fingers are now sloppily playing with your entrance. Slick is spread around as he continues, obviously enjoying what he was doing. 

“Satoru, you’re just making a mess.” You exhaled, shifting away from his fingers. His lazy gaze snaps to you and for a moment you think you’ve upset him but he just smiles. 

“Oh? Am I?” He looks back to your exposed pussy. He moves on top of you more and you grunt with the sudden added weight. Satoru presses his lips into your neck, breathily kissing the tender skin where he always gave you hickies. “Then you’ll just have to be a good girl and beg me.” His lips brush against the line of your jaw and your heart pounds in your chest. “Come on, you know how much I like it when you use your mouth.” What was his obsession with getting you to beg him for his cock? Was it some sort of ego boost? Is that all you were to him? Though, you couldn’t deny the thrumming in your ears as he sucked on your sensitive neck. 

“Why should I?” You close your eyes as he continues to smother you in kisses. “Are you that desperate to know if I want you to fuck me?” Satoru halts his pursuit and peers into your eyes. He furrows his brows and a strand of his silver hair falls into his eye. 

“Oh I know you want me to fuck you,” Satoru looks up and down your body, a small smirk playing with his lips as he notes how pebbled your nipples are. He also first handed felt how wet you were for him. Ready to have him easily slide into your practically begging pussy. Your mouth may not be begging, but your cunt was and he loved they way it was wet for him. You were stubborn, making Satoru’s chest heave with anticipation of how much shit you would give him for asking you to beg. He wasn’t usually one to be subdued nor stay with a woman for this long, but you had somehow changed both of those facts about this rich playboy. It’s true he’d told Suguru and Nanami about how much he liked being around you and how effortlessly sexy you were. They told him he had a crush, but he’d never had a crush. He didn’t know how to define his feelings. You enraptured him, he couldn’t get close enough to you, mark you up enough, or miss you enough when you weren’t with him. These feelings were painful, frustrating even. It was like a pulsing in his chest he couldn’t soothe. You had royally fucked him up. 

“It’s not fair that you have more restraint.” You complain, looking off to the side in a huff. Satoru had his share of ladies so he knew how to tease out what he wanted from them. In hindsight, he played with his food before devouring it and the women usually gave in to his every wish and whim. But restraint? You had to be fucking kidding him. He was barely hanging on by a thread with your all but naked body underneath him. Your neck was speckled in red splotches. Your nipples were aching to be played with. You were nothing short of a fantasy for him. Though, he couldn’t tell you those things. Instead, Satoru whisks up a lazy smirk and licks his lips slowly. 

“All you have to do is beg.” He draws, admiring the way your bottom lip protrudes in a sexy pout. Your heartbeat was drowning out all rational thoughts by now. You wanted Satoru to fuck you until your eyes rolled back into your head. His teasing presence made it so easy to enjoy yourself. Sex with Satoru was like getting a full spa treatment. He was simply incredible at everything from foreplay to eating you out to making you cry out his name until the sun came up the next day. 

“Fine…but don’t get used to it Satoru.” You give in, whispering the latter part. An overwhelming grin takes over his face as he patiently awaits your words. He even moves off you allowing you room to sit up against the headboard. If you were going to do this you were going to go all out for him so he never asked you to do it again. You take in a deep breath and close your eyes. It’s like a different person takes over your body as you lean forward and slowly open your eyes. 

“Please forgive your useless slut. I want nothing more than your thick, delicious, talented cock burrowed deep in my pussy. It belongs to you so please use it as you wish.” You feel hot embarrassment flood through you as the words leave your mouth, but something snaps in Satoru. Having you actually use that language and the look in your eyes nearly sent him plummeting into the deep end. 

“Fuck,” He curses, gripping the sheets underneath him for some type of grounding. You didn’t expect your words to have such an effect on him, though he did ask for it. Even though you were almost naked, Satoru still remained in a loose band tee and longue shorts he’d thrown on to cuddle with you. His gaze lifts to yours and those once beautiful cooling ocean eyes that sparkle in any light are now dark and lustful. He looks almost predatory as his jaw ticks. Apparently, rich boys like it when you beg for them. “Get over here bug.” He demands, motioning for you to stand in front of him. You wince at the nickname he’d given you when you were kids being used in what felt like a derogatory usage. You oblige, moving off the bed and toward Satoru. You decide to slip out of your underwear on your way to him. You position yourself between his knees, looking into his eyes for his next command. Both of your chests are breathing shallowly and the silence is making you press your thighs together in anticipation. You clench on nothing, yearning to be filled one way or another. 

“Satoru.” You breathe and his eyes flit around your body. It was like he was drinking in his whole view. He then grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you forward. You end up straddling his lap with your knees digging into the mattress and ass barely pressed into him. He fixes that situation by moving himself back an inch or so, allowing you a more comfortable seat on his legs. Just the heat from his crotch is enough to drive you wild. You almost moaned from the friction when he moved. 

Suddenly Satoru’s lips are against yours. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into him urgently. His kisses are quick, never staying in one spot for too long. He kisses all over your face and lifts his hips every once and a while to push his erection into your hot core. You groan into his mouth when he’s back sloppily making out with you. He uses his free hand to feel up your breasts. You arch your back slightly at finally being able to feel some pleasure from Satoru’s hand. He moves his hand to the apex of your legs and inserts two fingers into your cunt, curling them around your clit. You break free from his lips and let out a breathy moan, clutching his shoulders to stabilize yourself. 

“Tell me how much you love my fingers in your pussy.” Gojo’s voice is low, commanding, and utterly sexy. He relentlessly hits the same spot, causing your legs to shake uncontrollably. Your breath is coming out in short gasps as you try to maintain some sense of reality. 

“F-fuck-fuck, hngh, Satoru.” Your eyes are squeezed shut but you can tell that he’s looking at you. He probably has that stupid smirk on his lips because he knows what he does to you. You clench around his fingers and roll your lips into your mouth. 

“Come now Bug, use your words like a proper whore.” Satoru purrs, pumping his fingers into you harder, bruising your clit. You couldn’t say no to him. Not like this. Anything he wanted from you, you would give to him in a heartbeat. 

“God, I love your fucking fingers in my pussy,” You let out a cracking moan as you drop your head to his shoulder, bucking against his fingers. “Hah, right there Satoru. Yes, yes, yes!” Your stomach tightens as your shoulders roll forward. 

“Cum on my fingers Bug.” Satoru coos into your ear. His hot breath alone on your ear sends you over the edge. You wildly clench his fingers, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Such a good girl.” He praises and takes his fingers out of your aching pussy. He watches you carefully as you try to steady yourself over him once more. You both are face-to-face now, an orgasm making your eyes sparkle with satisfaction. “Open your mouth.” Satoru orders and you do as you’re told. He places the fingers he just had pressed inside you on your tongue. “Figured I’d show you just how sweet you are.” His eyes track your every movement. From the way your eyes flutter shut to the way, you twirl your tongue around his fingers, bobbing your head slightly. You feel him grow even harder against your entrance and he notices as well. You slip your hand between your bodies, feeling him up through his shorts. 

“Please put it in me Satoru.” You’d never been more desperate for his cock than this moment. He leans forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You can feel him raggedly breathing against your arm. “Satoru?” You lean back to check on him. What was going on with him right now?

“Sorry, I was trying to calm myself down.” He lifts his head, wrapping his arms around your ass and thighs. You look at him inquisitively, obviously confused by what he meant. He sighs and avoids your gaze. “I’ve been trying to last longer with you, but for some reason, I finish almost instantly.” His face flushes red and he ducks his head even further away from you. “I just want to be able to satisfy you as much as you-” He groans and lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m talking too much.” You lean in trying to get into Satoru’s view. You were surprised by the honesty, you thought it was cute how vocal he was being about his concerns for your satisfaction. 

“Hey,” You whisper, grabbing his cheeks and turning his head to look at you. Sometimes when you looked into his eyes you still couldn’t believe this was happening. Satoru Gojo, your best friend, and you had sex every day this week. Multiple times. You’d never have thought it possible that the two of you would’ve even kissed, but here you sit, on his lap. His bright eyes stare into yours. “You’re doing great Satoru, I’m more satisfied than I ever have been. This isn’t like you to feel insecure.” You present a comforting smile to him in hopes he overcomes whatever this block was for him. 

“You’re right…” He lets out a steady breath and glances to the side. “I’m sorry if I ruined the mood.” He sighs, frustration creasing his brow. You shrug and shake your head. 

“Nah, it’s nice to know every once and a while that you actually have feelings.” You tease and giggle slightly when he whips his head to look at you with offense lining his face. 

“I’m very feeling.” He quips back, that easy smirk planted on his lips again. “I felt your pussy clenching on my fingers a couple of minutes ago.” He muses, eyeing up your body appreciatively. Your face heats up at his words. You decide to go with the flow.

“Do you want to feel my pussy clenching around your dick this time?” Your words come out as a whisper and Satoru’s eyes lighten up when he hears them. You’re suddenly very aware of his hard cock in the palm of your hand and the way he’s shifting for you to have access to it. 

“Why don’t you show me how much you love my cock.” He leans back on his hands, observing you fumble with the hem of his shorts. You manage to pull them down enough to free his erection. You couldn't get over the beauty his dick held. How pale the shaft was. How pink the tip was. How a single vein ran up his length on the underside. He carefully leans over to the nightstand to grab a condom. He rolls it over his cock almost quicker than people start talking to a puppy in a baby voice. You lift yourself up on your knees and line the tip up at your entrance. Carefully you sink down on him, letting out a soft gasp as you do so. “Fucking hell.” Satoru shifts his hips and this causes you to let out a stuttered moan. 

“D-don’t move so suddenly.” You breathe, shuddering at how full he makes you feel. Gojo lets out a dark chuckle and moves his hips again. You bite down on your bottom lip and feel a prickling sensation crawl up your spine. 

“You’d better start moving or I am.” Satoru rasps. You hesitantly sink further onto him, sucking in a breath when you feel him grow even bigger while inside you. Satoru flutters his eyes shut and a low groan rumbles out from deep within him. You can almost feel it coursing through you. 

“You feel so-so fucking good Satoru.” He moans softly in response to your praise. You’re not entirely sure what you should do next, you’re nearly never on top in these situations. You do remember a few pornos where the woman would start to roll her hips back and forth when in the cowgirl position. You try moving your hips slowly and Satoru’s eyes suddenly open and widen. 

“Holy shit yn,” He watches you move again and you like the way it makes him slide in and out of your wet entrance. He bites down on his lip, his eyes rolling back in his head slowly. “Just like that baby,” You almost halt in your motions. Baby? No, it couldn’t mean what you thought it did. It makes you want to get him drunk off of pleasure more to see what he’d let slip. 

“You like that?” You tease him by lifting your hips and then slamming back down. Satoru moans loudly, a small whimper escaping his lips as well. He instantly covers his mouth and stares at you. 

“What-what the fuck are you-” You twirl your hips, making sure to flutter your pussy around him. He bites down on his finger but you can still hear the moaning whimpers that are sounding from him. “What are y-you doing to me?” Another loud moan. You smirk and lean forward on him. You feel a sudden urge to kiss him so that’s what you do. Bringing your lips to his with a sense of yearning passion lingering on the tip of your tongue. Satoru kisses you back, every once and a while moaning into your mouth. You love the taste of his pleasure. It was sickeningly sweet, almost addicting. He breaks away from your kiss and his muscles tighten. “I-I’m going to cum bug, oh fuck-” You sink down on him, loving the way you can feel his dick throbbing inside of you. He flops on his back, pulling you with him. His lips are on yours again. Slotting his mouth against yours and grabbing the back of your head. He licks at your lips, asking for permission into your mouth. You allow his tongue to meet yours in a sort of embrace. You move your head back to breathe, staring down at Satoru as you still remain on top of him and his cock burrowed in your cunt. “Hear me out.” He pants. “Round two?”

Satoru is perched on the couch next to you eyeing the movie you had picked with a curious face. He looks like a cat all curled up like that. “Why don’t Eliza and Angelia just beat the shit out of Alexander? He obviously deserves it.” You laugh loudly and look at him with raised brows. “What? I’m just saying.” He gestures to the tv. “The guy’s a dick.” Your lips curl up in a smile, one that happens absentmindedly as you watch Satoru. Your heartbeat starts to pick up and you quickly look away. No, no, no, no don’t you dare start that shit. You absolutely cannot allow yourself to have feelings for him again. This isn’t one of those fairy tale books where everyone ends up with their happily ever after. Satoru obviously enjoys having sex with you and enjoys your company as friends, nothing more. You bite into your lip as the pounding continues. Though, what if he had a crush on you? The playboy of the wealthy? Yeah right. But… what if? 

You shake your head at the thought and go back to watching the screen, unaware of the white-haired man now silently peering at you. The way the screen lit up your face in the dim lighting reminded him of fireworks. He’d have to take you to see some soon. Then again, every time he looked at you or kissed you he felt something similar to fireworks in his body. It was new, and scary, and he hated how easily you had slipped past the friendship boundary and right into where most people never sat; in his heart. These feelings, this pounding in his chest, thrumming up to his ears… it must mean he cared for you, deeply. How did you feel about him? Satoru was used to getting what he wanted so if you didn’t feel the same way he’d be absolutely crushed. Maybe that’s where it got its name. He briskly looks back to the screen before you catch him staring. He had to figure out what to do before things escalated too far. 

“Satoru holy shit.” You suddenly exclaim. He jumps slightly and looks at you with a weary smile. “It’s your birthday next week.” You beamed. Shit, he’d almost forgotten his own birthday, that’s how much you’d taken over his mind. His brows raise slowly. 

“Well, you know what that means…” He trails off a smirk tugging at his lips. You laugh and scoot in closer to him. 

“What does that mean?” You question. Satoru’s gaze falls to your lips and then slowly meets your gaze again. 

“You’re going to have to do something special for my birthday.” He’s full-on smirking now. You bite your lips gently. 

“Yeah?” You allow your hand to trace circles on his upper knee. “Well, then no sex until your birthday so you can enjoy what I plan to the fullest.” He looks you up and down just as ‘Say No to This’ starts playing. You grin teasingly and lean back to your spot on the couch. 

Satoru can’t seem to stop looking at you. How’d he get so lucky with a woman like you? Who would’ve thought that the woman of his dreams would be one of his best friends? He feels a throbbing in his cock as the growing need to be nestled into your neck and thrusting into you nearly takes over his body. Like he’d thought before… you’d royally fucked him up. 

“You’re a cruel cruel woman.” He lamented, flopping back against the couch. You giggly softly and your lips fall into a gentle almost loving smile.

“Careful, I’m in charge of the planning.” Satoru rolls his eyes and grumbles to himself. 

“Mistakes were made.” He sighs. You lean on his shoulder while laughing. 

“Yeah, like when your mom had you.” You tease. Satoru glances down at you and for a moment all he wants to do is curl up with you and stay like this forever, but he regains his senses and distances himself a bit. 

“Hey, you can go back to using plastic for all I care.” He huffs. You snicker loudly and cuddle into the crook of his arm.

“I’m trying to save the planet by having sex with you.” You quip back. He starts to laugh along with you, the walls he’d built up seconds ago falling down like there was no wall to begin with. Was this what love felt like? Easy? Laughing? Companionship and lovemaking? It was true he hadn’t stayed in a relationship for too long or with a single girl. He was slutty and a playboy, but he yearned for something different with you. He didn’t view that night at the hotel as an accident, but it had changed the whole course of his life. Satoru was almost 30, maybe it was time he tried settling down with someone. He knew his mom loved you so she’d be ecstatic. Plus you’d be the first girl he purposefully brought home labeled as his girlfriend. Wait, wow, did he really want you to be his girlfriend? Did he like you that much? He peers down at your body snuggled into him and his heart thuds in his chest. He absentmindedly lifts his right hand to run it up and down your back. You hum in satisfaction and Satoru feels happy. Yeah, he was definitely falling in love with you. 

“Yn I told you I sent out invites to everyone you told me to.” Satoru narrows his eyes at you, annoyed with your constant nagging. You were just trying to make sure his birthday party was fitting. Family and friends and partying. His parents and little brother would be arriving together to spend the night at his apartment today, where you both currently were spending your time. You hoped that you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of his mother. You knew she liked you but things felt different now that you were…having sex with her son. 

“Well you’d better have, or there will be consequences.” You purse your lips and squint at him. His furrowed brows fall into a smirk and he wiggles his brows. 

“Consequences you say?” He muses. “I like the sound of those. Does that include you having to talk off all your clothes if I misbehave?” He looks at you through his lashes, feigning innocence. You open your mouth and scoff at him. 

“How the hell is that a consequence for you?” You quiz. Satoru shrugs and gestures to your body. 

“The consequence is terrorizing the children as I take you right in front of them.” He lazily lets his eyes rack over your outfit and you think you catch him licking his lips. “Thank God I have enough money for all of their therapies.” He mumbles. Your mouth is hanging open now.

“Satoru Gojo you cannot fuck me in front of all your friends and family.” You exclaim. His eyes lift to meet yours. 

“Why not? I bet you’d like having people watch how good I make you feel.” He raises a brow. “Wouldn’t you darling? You want Suguru to hear you moan my name?” He leans forward and props his elbows up on his knees. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine.” 

“Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that without traumatizing the kids?” You ask. Satoru rolls his lips into his mouth and continues to stare into your eyes with a deep emotion swirling through his own. 

“I’ll ask you to be my girlfriend.” He finally replies. You feel your body go ice cold at his words, then you heat up exponentially. What? Did he know what he was saying? Did he mean that? Holy shit, what the fuck, oh my god. Your heart starts off for the races, leaving you behind in the dust. You don’t think rational thought is something your brain can do anymore. 

“W-what?” You manage to stutter out, leaning into the kitchen counter so you didn’t fall over from the overwhelming feelings you were having. Satoru stands up and strides over to you. He catches your hands and raises them to his lips. 

“I want you to be my girlfriend yn.” He kisses your fingers while staring into your eyes. All the confusion of what was happening between the both of you seems to melt away with his words. He wanted a relationship with you. Satoru Gojo, the most playboy man you knew, wanted not only a relationship but one with you. 

“Did you hit your head?” You try to raise your hand to feel his temporal lobe but he shakes his head and grips your hands tightly. 

“Say yes yn, please make me the happiest man on Earth. I want to figure out what love is with you…” He trails off, your heart nearly melting into a puddle on the floor. 

“You’re being serious?” You question, dazed by the sudden development in the situationship. He nods and you nearly collapse at his feet. “Then…y-yes.” You whisper, avoiding his gaze. “I want to be your girlfriend.” Satoru pulls you into his body, hugging you tightly to his chest. 

“Thank god you said yes, I was scared shitless there for a second. Never let me confess to someone again.” He laughs, kissing your neck and cheeks softly. “My bug. My girlfriend. Mine.” He holds your cheeks and stares into your eyes. You feel like you’re soaring through the sky. Love is in the air and you’re about to gobble it up like a hungry bee with pollen. “Can I kiss you?” He asks so gently you barely hear him. 

“Of course.” You reply back, but he cuts you off by tangling your lips together like he’s a starved man. You smile against his lips, overjoyed and a bit overwhelmed. Satoru Gojo was your boyfriend. He was the one who asked you out. Holy shit. That’s fucking wild and you still couldn’t exactly grasp what the hell just happened. He breaks back from the kiss and grins. 

“Shoko is going to be super annoying tomorrow.” His eyes light up with his smile. “She’ll be all ‘I told you so Toru, you’re a lost cause.’” He pitches his voice higher to mock Shoko. You giggle at the way his voice cracks faintly. 

“I’m sure she’ll congratulate us. She doesn’t seem the type to rub it in your face that she was right.” You feel elated as Satoru pushes your foreheads together. 

“If anything I’m the one who should be rubbing it in her face. I’m the man who has yn ln as my girlfriend. She’s kind, intelligent, radiant, and really fucking good in bed.” His voice lowers and one of his hands slides down your forearm. “Speaking of…” He trails off, watching his own hand explore your body. His touch sends shivers up your arm and tickles your brain. A pulsing ache comes from within. His hands are always so warm. 

“Your birthday is tomorrow.” You mummer, eyes fluttering shut. “We can’t.” You make sure to add on, recalling your promise of celibacy until the night of his birthday. 

“But don’t you want to Yn? I know I do.” He quizzes. His fingertips walk down your hip and play with your stomach fat. 

“Are you trying to make me into a liar?” Despite your words, you expose your neck to Satoru’s will. He takes you up on that offer and starts to suck the delicate skin. His warm lips created a raised splotch. A soft moan escapes your lips and you detect that fucking smile of his against your skin. 

“Not at all, but there’s not a part of you I don’t want to taste.” He husks, licking his handy work. His exploratory hand roams to the hem of the sweats you’re wearing. “Do you want to do it in front of the mirror again?” His voice is light and airy, but it’s so low and predatory at the same time. That alone makes you squirm and press your thighs together. 

“Satoru-”

Ding-dong ding-dong

“Satoru dearest, your family is here~” You both make eye contact and scramble away from each other like two teens caught kissing in a closet. 

“Fuck.” You hiss and look for a place to hide away. You were dressed for their arrival just yet! You were in sweats and the rich did not like off-brand Walmart sweats. 

“Go. Quickly get changed in the guest room.” Satoru shoos you away toward the room opposite his. Little did he know you’d thrown your belongings into his room thinking you’d have enough time to get changed in there. You hear him open up the door and greet his parents. “Gumi you look like you got electrocuted on the way here. Do you even brush your hair when you wake up?” Satoru teases his younger brother. You bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your laughter. Megumi did always tend to have spikey untamed hair. It was his signature look. 

Back to the mission on hand though. You quickly slip into Satoru’s room just as you hear Megumi answer in a monotone voice-

“No.” 

You flail around aimlessly in the dark for your bag. Why the fuck did he always keep it so dark in here? He was pale enough to be a vampire…shit yn look harder. You finally feel the leathery strap of your bag and grab onto it. Pulling it close to your body you almost lose your balance. Shit. 

“How is my little Tory? Mommy has missed you.” You bite down on your lips again, almost losing your shit this time. Tory? You weren’t letting him live that down. 

“Mom please,” You hear him groan loudly, most likely trying to dodge her affection. You make it back into the dimly lit hallway and spot Mrs. Gojo reaching out for her eldest son while Megumi glances around like he couldn’t care less. You get so caught up watching your boyfriend that you completely forget that you’re meant to be hiding until you get ready. It’s too late, Gumi has spotted you. Your eyes widen as you meet his gaze, but before he can point you out you nearly jump into the guest room. That was close. You quickly pull off your comfortable clothes and bring out the dress you’d bought especially for Satoru’s birthday. It was a sparkly silver with a long slit that traveled all the way up to your upper thigh. You set that to the side and take out a more appropriate attire to greet the mother of your boyfriend. You snicker to yourself as you pull the flowy green dress over your head. Satoru was your boyfriend. You wanted to skip around the place and aggressively flip off the world because you’d done it. You were dating Satoru Gojo. A wave of anxiety suddenly washes over you. How in the world was the girlfriend of Satoru Gojo supposed to act? Surely beef would still be permitted? You shake your head and decide to forgo worrying over stupid things like that. You step out into the hallway and put on your best I’m just now finding out that these people have arrived and haven’t been hiding away from them in fear of judgment face to greet the family. 

“When did you all get here?” You call from the hallway, finally walking into sight. At least for some. You make eye contact with Megumi and the boredom on his face shifts to one of amusement. Damned Gojo brothers and their smirks. Mrs. and Mr. Gojo turn to you with massive smiles. The whole family was show-stopping with their pure white hair and ice-blue eyes. You hold out your arms in an attempt to smooth your nerves. Mrs. Gojo accepts your embrace without hesitation. She squeezes you tightly and then holds you by your shoulders. 

“Dear, I’ve missed you so much.” She glances at her eldest son and then back to you. “What’s been new with you?” Fucking your son and then getting into a relationship with him. Oh, and I haven’t had beef in like a week, but that’s because I’ve been filling up on your son’s meat. 

“Nothing much.” You smile and then glance at Satoru, who is having small talk with his father. As if sensing that you’re staring he meets your gaze. He looks at his mother and then at you and then at the rest of the group. 

“Well, there is something different. I was going to wait to tell everyone at once, but you’re my family after all.” He sighs with a huge grin forming on his lips. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and brings you close to him. “Yn and I are dating.” 

The Gojos surprisingly didn’t have an issue with your relationship. Not that you thought they seriously would. They knew you were a hard worker and didn’t care about the money. The only thing bothering you at the moment was the loud party you were in the midst of. Everyone was super pumped because Satoru had finally gotten a girlfriend that he intended to keep. Shoko had given you a knowing look while Suguru and Nanami relentlessly teased Satoru. He was dressed to the nines in a wonderfully fitted black suit that made him look better than the professionally made birthday cake. As other people started to arrive your anxiety started to spike, but it was comforting knowing Satoru wouldn’t step away from you for long if at all. He held onto your hand while sipping a martini. 

“You know how badly I want to rip that dress of yours off right?” Satoru whispers to you. You flush and glance at him. 

“Well, too bad because you have to wait until after the party.”

“Which will be when?”

“When you’ve had enough fun.”

“I’d be having more fun if you were naked.”

“Satoru!”

“I’m just saying.”

“You’re insufferable.” 

“What’s insufferable is that this party has gone on for far too long. I’m sending everyone home whether they like it or not.” 

He wasn’t lying when he said, everyone. Even his family waves their goodbyes to go back home. Once everyone had departed it was just you and Satoru staring at each other. 

“That was quick.” You whisper. He nods and closes the distance between you. 

“Please tell me I’ve been good enough to receive your gift.” You try to keep from smiling at the adorable way Satoru looks at you through his lashes. 

“The best. I need you to go wait in your room.” He’s gone in a flash and you chuckle lightly. Under your dress, you had put on a black lace set of lingerie. You hoped Satoru would appreciate what you had planned. You suck in a breath and grab what you needed from your bag in the guest room and make your way into his room. He’s sitting patiently on the bed and his eyes light up when he sees you. 

“There’s my beautiful girlfriend.” He shifts from the bed but you hold out a finger. He pauses in his attempts to get up and you release what you had hidden in your hands. A line of rope dangles from your fingertips and a black silk mask. 

“Are you ready to know what your surprise is?” Satoru nods adamantly and your gaze falls lustfully to the items in your hands. “Tonight, I’m going to make you whimper and beg for me to cum all over your cock as I ride you. The catch is you can’t see what I’m doing or-” You nod to the rope. “Touch me while I’m doing it. Up for the challenge big boy?” You look back to Satoru who is already taking off his dress jacket. 

“Have I ever told you how horny you make me all the fucking time?” He huffs while trying to yank his pants down. You chuckle and shake your head. “Well, you should know by now that every inch of me is yearning for that tight pussy of yours.” 

“If you’re a good boy I might let you taste it.” Satoru nearly shudders with excitement as he hears those words. He’d never somewhat let go of the control, but he was willing to do so for you. He was always willing to give you what you wanted. You seemed to have that effect on him. Making him try things he’d never experienced before. In all honesty, it excited him to release the control into your hands. 

“Should I start calling you ma’am?” Satoru teases. You walk over to where he’s sitting on the side of the bed and grab hold of his wrists. 

“I like the sound of that.” You confirmed, wrapping the rope firmly around one of his wrists and leaving a small tail that you could eventually tie around the bed frame. You move on to his other wrist, enjoying the view of his muscular stomach. “Maybe I should tie you up more often.” You ponder aloud. 

“Yeah, maybe you should.” Your eyes meet his and his bites back a grin. You smack his shoulder and nod toward the bed. 

“Lay back and put your arms above your head.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He smirks and scoots back into the position you told him to lay in. He slowly flexes his forearms as he moves them behind his head. “Is this to your liking ma’am?” You grab hold of your silver dress and make eye contact with Satoru. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as you step out of the dress, revealing the lacey undergarments. You crawl onto the bed, straddling him as you do so. He watches you with hunger in his eyes, little does he know you were already hanging on by a thread. This was going to be a lot harder than you previously thought. You tie his wrists up to the bed and admire your handiwork. You slowly push your gaze toward Satoru’s eyes, which are blazing. You’re surprised they don’t burn you when you finally meet his gaze. 

“Are you doing okay?” You question, leaning forward a bit to get a closer look at his face. He sucks on his top lip and then shakes his head. 

“No, I’ll never forgive you if you put that thick piece of cloth over my eyes to stop me from seeing,” He pauses to take in a deep breath, his eyes flittering around your body like a drunken man. “This.” He hisses, finally meeting your gaze again. You flush at his words and try your best to hide it. 

“Well, we can’t always get our way Satoru.” You reach out to his face, caressing his plump bottom lip absentmindedly. He shuts his eyes and allows you to play with his facial features. His eyes suddenly shoot open. 

“You could always cover my eyes with your lacey little friend there.” He nods down to where you’re sitting. It finally clicks that he means your underwear. You want to deny him, tell him that it’s too unsanitary for you to put used underwear over his eyes, but the pounding in your throat and pussy tell you to do it anyway. 

“You’re so sneaky. You just want to be able to peek at what I’m going to do.” You poke at his cheek and then bring your touch away from him. “But I’ll allow it since I think it’d be more torturous to see what you can’t touch.” You smile innocently and Satoru’s face falls. You slide off his chest and slip off your panties. “Take it all in now Satoru, because this is the last thing I’m going to do that is kind in any shape or form.” After a beat, you move to wrap your underwear over his eyes. He lets out a shaky breath and from the movement of his head, you can tell he’s still able to at least make out your form. You grin to yourself, you could use this to your advantage. You trail your finger down his side and caress his thigh. He shifts away from your touch and you chuckle darkly. “Come now Satoru, don’t be shy.” You get on the bed once again, straddling his thigh. You enjoy the way his bare skin feels against yours, but you’re slightly annoyed that his boxers are still on. You’d get to that though. 

You push your bare pussy against his leg, seeking friction. Satoru hisses as you grind against his muscular thigh. You run your hands over your body, imagining it was Satoru’s giant palms groping your breasts or playing with your belly fat in that loving manner he does. You pant out a small moan as slick starts to form on his leg from your pussy. Your own thigh pushes against something and you notice Satoru twitch. You glance down and a smirk curls your lips up. Satoru is so hard that you can see the definite imprint of his cock in his boxers. You’d never seen his erection from the angle, but it was so slutty to witness his arousal and have it be at your will. You reach out a hand to fondle the length of him, peering up at him as you do so. He winces and bites down on his lip. 

“Holding back your moans is only going to prolong not being able to touch me.” You warn and he lets go of his lip. 

“This is torture yn.” He hisses, lifting his head to get a better look at you. 

“I don’t know, you seem to be enjoying yourself.” You move his boxers down enough for the head of his penis to poke out. The ethereal beauty his cock held was beyond you. You yank his boxers down his thigh until they can go no further thanks to your body being a stopper. 

“I’m only hard because you’re the sexiest woman alive.” Satoru whines. 

“Oh I’m sorry, did I say flattery will get you anywhere? If you don’t stop complaining I’m revoking your right to talk.” You glare at him and he shuts up instantly. For someone you thought would have an issue with releasing the reigns of command, he sure does listen well. You turn your attention back to his dick, reaching out to touch the swollen tip. “This must be so painful.” You mumble, fingering the skin around the rim. Satoru grunts loudly as you move down the shaft. You form a ring around his cock with your hands and make a mental note to get some toys for next time. That way it would have a better effect on Satoru. You were way more into this than you thought you’d be, but you didn’t mind it one bit. You start to pump Satoru with both of your hands and when you notice his face tightening you halt your motions. He hisses in response, muscles tightening and spasming. 

“Yn, please,” Satoru blubbers. You pump him a little quicker this time and again, when you notice his face start to twitch you stop. 

“I thought I was ma’am?” 

“Ma-ma’am please,” 

“Please what?”

“I want to fuck you so badly.” He whines. You hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet but you couldn’t deny that you wanted Satoru’s cock ramming into you. “I’ve been waiting all week, do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off when you’re always effortlessly sexy?” It wasn’t only rough for him, you’d considered going back on your word, but then what would that teach the children? 

“I’m a woman of my word and,” You blow on the tip of his cock, then give it a small kiss. “I said I’d make you beg for my cum on your cock.” Satoru bucks his hips against nothing. He obviously wanted the sweet release of cumming, but you weren’t going to give it to him. 

“I’ll beg for it ma’am, please, I want you to fuck me any way you want and cum all over my cock.” He’s panting harder now. You grin, playing with the muscles on his hips. 

“You’re so needy Satoru, I’m starting to think you like me taking control.” You had so many ideas. You’d edge him until he was shivering, then have him suck your pussy to prepare it for the final showdown of riding Satoru like some fucked up version of a show pony. 

“And I’m starting to think you need to learn how to tie a knot better.” Before you can register what’s happening, Satoru is sitting up with your shitty knots hanging loosely from his wrists. He rips off your underwear and tosses it to the side. Uh oh. He grabs hold of your ass and lifts you to straddle his groin. “When I blew out my candles do you want to know what I wished for?” He suddenly asks, flipping you both over so now he’s on top. Your mind feels numb from the shift in roles. “I wished that you’d realize that you’re enough for me.” He lines himself up at your entrance and your eyes nearly roll back in your head. He had no idea how much you really wanted this. His words were swirling around in your brain like alphabet soup. “You belong here yn. You’re not some out-of-place decoration to spice up the living room. You belong. With me.” He lowers a hand to your pussy and grins up at you when he realizes how wet you’ve become. You did belong here with him… your insecurities were stupid. You’d beat them up later, right now you had a sexy man about to fuck your brains out. “This time I’m not going to let you leave my bed until you see yourself the way I see you.” You shiver. 

“Oh no, I feel like I’m clashing with the bed sheets, you’d better start fucking me before it’s too late.” Satoru grins and places sweet kisses on your shoulders. 

“You’re right, the wall color just doesn’t match with you at all.” He slowly enters you and a small gasp escapes your lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight yn. Your pussy is eating me up.” He rasps, shutting his eyes to steady himself. He starts to thrust and the sensation you’d been longing for all week starts to twist your stomach into knots. 

“Right there Satoru. You’re doing so good.” You breathe. Satoru bites into your shoulder and you let out a yelp. “Fuck,” You clench around him and his thrusts become sloppy. You raise your hips as he continues to ram into you. He’d just begun but you were already so close. 

“I’m c-close.” He husks, kissing the spot he bit tenderly. 

“Me-me too.” You grip his shoulders, raking your nails across his skin. He growls and ruts into you. You quiver as you feel the coil in your stomach ache to be released. “Satoru!” You cry out as you buck against his cock. 

“G-good girl.” He then tenses before sputtering his load out into you. Wait…inside…Your eyes widen as you look up at Satoru who must’ve realized it at the same time. 

“You came inside.” You whisper, throat hoarse from screaming his name. 

“I came inside you.” He glances where the both of you are connected and then back up to your face. You didn’t instantly feel alarm bells, but you knew Satoru didn’t want to chance the aspect of children so it was best if you went to clean up right away. 

“I’ll go clean up.” You go to move but Satoru pushes you gently back into the bed. You furrow your brows at him. 

“I think…I think I want to fuck it deeper into you.” His eyes blaze with a primal hunger and it sends chills down your spine. 

“But what about,” You trail off when you realize he’s already moving his hips. 

“We’re going to need to have kids soon anyway.” He shrugs and picks up the pace. 

“S-satoru,” You moan and squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Are you okay with this yn?” You feel your heart flutter inside your chest. Why the hell was he thinking about having kids with you? And now? Was he drunk off pleasure? 

“I’ll let it slide this time since it’s your birthday.”