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Fated Encounter: Gojo Satoru x Reader (SMUT! Mature/Explicit)

Rating: Mature/Explicit (Sexual Scenes)

Summary: You meet a mysterious man in a club, and things quickly become heated. However, you get interrupted before things can go too far. The next day you're in for a surprise when you meet the man again, but he's who you're supposed to build a report on.

Now, if you've read my previous work I like giving a backstory before you get heat. Because my little soft brain loves a good lil romance. NO SPOILERS.

Word count: 17k+

“Y/n where are you? Why can I hardly hear you? What’s with that loud music?” your partner, Kaito, asked quizzically into the phone but you only smiled.

Strobe lights and base-filled music sounded all around you. Hot sticky bodies pressed together, dancing to the beat like no one else in the room existed.

“Oh, well I may be in a club~” you answered cheerily, plopping down on your seat at the bar, leather mini skirt climbing up your thighs.

“Club? Are you crazy? What if something happens to you?” you could hear him sigh, the image of the blonde popping into your head.

A giggle escaped your throat as you brought the speaker close to your gloss-covered lips.

“Kaito, are you implying that I am too weak to protect myself, hm?” though your tone was light, a deadly edge kissed your words.

“I– No. Fine, just don’t do anything stupid. Our mission starts–”

You hung up the phone, happily stuffing it into your purse as you caught the bartender's eye. With a sultry smile, you lowered your lashes while curling your finger, signaling him to come over.

“What can I get you to miss?” the burly man asked, a pleasant smile on his lips while his eyes took in your figure ever so slightly.

Trying to remain professional I see.

Placing your elbows on the black light table, you laced your fingers together and gently rest your chin on them. With the slight cock of your head you smiled.

“A water please,”

The man’s eyes widened. Clearly, he was expecting you to drink alcohol.

“Anything else?”

“Nope, just the water. A woman like me has to stay hydrated.” sending him a wink the male laughed bashfully, quickly grabbing a glass while eyeing you.

“Ice?”

You bit your lip and pretended to think. Enjoying the way a blush crept up on the man’s cheeks.

“Hm, maybe just a little.” you batted your wispy eyelashes externally, while internally you were laughing.

My, you all are such easy creatures.

The man quickly filled your glass with water and handed it to you. He lingered for a moment, then attended to his next customer.

“I think you enjoyed that too much,” a low voice called from your left.

Smiling, you slowly turned your head to find a man with silver hair and a blindfold. He wore a white button-down shirt that tightly clung to his muscles. The first three buttons were undone exposing some of his pale sculpted chest. His hands, which that of his face rested in, were covered in black half gloves.

Interesting style choice.

“And you are?” you drew your words out to sound curious while making your tone purposefully disinterested. You watched as the man's eyebrows rose. Whether it was from surprise or amusement, you didn’t know, due to his eyes being obscured.

“Not important. How bout’ I buy you a drink?” he pulled his full lips into a smirk.

Ah, a womanizer. This will be fun.

“I’ll pass. You see, I don’t drink.” you now fully turned your body to him, resting your head on your fingers as you crossed your legs. You watched as he slowly took in your figure, starting from your high heels, thighs, hips, and chest, then finally resting on your face. You returned his smirk.

“You like what you see, Mr. Stranger.” you used your manicured toes to tap your heel against the bottom of your foot, to feign being bored. You know it didn’t go unnoticed, because he seemed to smile more.

“Perhaps, but if you don’t drink then why are you here?” you noted the sweet cream-filled buns on the counter, but no alcohol.

Thank you for falling for my bait.

“I like to dance. Care to indulge with me?” You held out your hand with nails painted red to the man as you awaited his response.

“Gladly,”

The man placed his hand in yours. The fabric of his gloved fingers tickled your skin as they wrapped around your palm. You clicked your tongue, looking at his gloves.

“You plan on denying me skinship all night?” you pouted lightly, making a show of puffing your bottom lip while softening your eyes.

He laughed, standing up as he gently guided you out of your seat. You noticed now, even with your heels on, how much taller he was. The man let go of your hand, ensuring to back up a couple of steps so you could have a front-row seat of him peeling off his gloves with his teeth.

You let a satisfied smile pull on your lips, watching as he exposed his long and elegant fingers to you. He neatly folded the gloves and placed them in his pocket, now extending his hand toward you.

Placing your hand in his you had to hide the jolt that went through you. Though his fingers were calloused, the rough texture against your skin felt oddly nice as his warmth seeped into your flesh.

“You gonna keep that blindfold on too?” you asked sweetly, giving his fingers a little squeeze as he led your bodies deeper into the crowd.

Suddenly, he pulled your body into his by your hips. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen press against your full chest. Despite yourself, you blushed knowing that if he looked down, he could get a good view from your low-cut shirt. His hand found your face, forcing you to look up at him with the tilt of your chin.

“Most women like the mystery,” he mused, thumb tracing your lower lip as his other hand lightly gripped your hip, moving your body to the music.

You hummed lightly, taking your hands and running it over the expanse of his chest, enjoying the feel of his lithe body.

“I am not like most women,” you tease, taking his thumb between your teeth and lightly pressing it down on the pad.

He laughed, then bent down so he was at eye level with you. Ever-so-slightly, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and lifted the left corner of the blindfold, exposing a brilliant blue eye. You wanted to stop moving to stare. But instead, you smirked, shrugging your shoulders lightly.

Damn, he’s handsome.

Smiling he let the fabric fall back over his eye, hands refinding your hips, continuing to move your bodies to the music.

“No you are not like most women, Ms. Stranger.” he dug his fingers a little harder into the leather of your skirt, and you returned the favor by dragging your nails down the ripples of his clothed muscles.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of the music, the press of his warm body against yours, the feeling of his strong hands against your hips.

Let’s see if I can make you fold.

Opening your eyes you could feel his gaze on you so you smirked. Swaying your hips back and forth, you drew them in small circles as you started your slow, snaking descent to the ground. You ensured to keep what you would assume would be eye contact as you hovered your face dangerously close to his clothed legs.

He watched you, hands trailing up your arms and then to your face.

“Such a pretty thing,” he mused, fingers tangling in your hair as you snaked your way back up his body.

“Thank you, a compliment from a man like you means a lot.” you smile sweetly, turning your body so your ass was pressed against his leg. You take your hands and lace them around his neck as you slowly grind your body against his.

Hot breath kisses your ear as his hands grip your waist, moving his hips in time with yours, pulling you deeper into the press of his body. You hear him groan when you arch your back, ass going higher, brushing his semi-hard length.

Having fun are you?

You smiled to yourself as you brought your hands higher, fingers playing with the soft strands of his hair. Music thrummed all around you, but all you could feel was him. The smell of jasmine mixed with sweat filled your nose. His breath enticed your skin, and his fingers that gripped your waist gave you goosebumps. You leaned your head back against him, losing yourself in the moment.

He expertly teased you, fingers crawling down your thighs, lightly ghosting over your soft flesh. You shivered against him as he continued to light small trails of fire over your skin, his hands exploring any exposed part of you.

You two moved in unison for a while, bodies tangled, sweat coating your flesh as your breaths became heavy, mixing with one another. Somehow, one way or another, you found yourself pressed against a wall in the corner of the club.

The walls shook from the music, the vibrations tickling the skin of your back. His hands were on your hips as his face stood inches from your own, his lips a tongue distance away.

“You’re quite the tease,” he playfully said, the tips of his thumbs dipping into the waistband of your skirt as he pressed a knee between your legs, spreading them for him.

You let out a shuddering breath, but you didn’t let your smirk falter.

“What? You gonna take me right here? You seem like a smart man, I think we both know that’s not a good idea.” you purred, ensuring to make your voice seductive as you squinted your eyes up at him.

Whether it was from curiosity, or being drunk off of him, you pulled his blindfold off. Taking the soft fabric to the nape of his neck to lock his head into place, pulling him impossibly closer.

Blue eyes stared at you heatedly. His eyes were like the clearest sapphires; rare and impossible to obtain.

The sight alone made your toes curl.

“I don’t think you want to find out what I can do to you.” he trailed a slow finger up your stomach. It made your knees weak and your core ache. You never took men home. Really, you just enjoyed watching them crumble. You hadn’t had sex in months, but this man’s touch made your nerves sing in pleasure. You wondered what else he could do. If he could satisfy you.

“On the contrary, I don’t think you want to know what I can do to you. I don’t want to hurt that precious ego of yours.” you rubbed your nose affectionately against his, earning yourself a breathless laugh that tickled your lips.

“Try me–”

Ring Ring Ring

Shit.

Ring Ring Ring

“I think you should get that, miss.” without breaking eye contact, he plucked your phone from your purse, handing it to you with a knowing smile.

You sighed, swiping the green answer button and pressing the device to your ear.

“What?” you snapped into the phone but your anger subsided when the man pressed his lips to your neck. Your stomach fluttered at the sudden feeling as your hands clenched around his blindfold, a desperate attempt to hide your gasp.

“You haven’t checked into your hotel. It’s late, go now or I’m reporting you to HQ.” Kaito snapped at you, anger clear and evident in his tone.

The man smiled into your skin, licking a trail to your ear.

You cocky little shit.

“Fine, I am leaving now. Don’t get your tidy whities into a twist, Kai.” without waiting for his response, you hung up the phone.

Taking the blindfold, you placed it neatly back over his head, ruffling the top lightly. He pulled his head back from your neck, a light pout on his lips.

“Duty calls. It truly was a pleasure.” you draw out the last words as you trace your finger down the sweaty flesh of his chest.

He smiled and took your hand, pressing his lips lightly to your knuckles.

“Will I see you again?” he asks and you turn your hand, gripping his angular face in your small hand.

“Who knows? Maybe next time you can show me what you can do.”

With a wink, you left the tall man standing dumbfounded while you internally cursed, feeling your heat drip down your inner thighs.

Fucking Kaito, you owe me gourmet sushi for this one.

—

“Y/n, oh thank god I was getting worried!” You rolled your eyes, plucking off your heels in the middle of the hotel lobby and throwing them at Kaito.

He wore his pajamas to greet you, which only annoyed you further.

“Piece of trash, I was having a good time. You owe me sushi for possibly missing some really good dick.” Kaito looked mortified at your words. His face was that of a child walking in on their parents having sex.

“Oh don’t look like that. You’ve brought women back and fucked them in hotel rooms right next to mine. At least I’m classy and go somewhere else while you’re a bottom feeder.” you held your hand out to him while aggressively snapping your fingers to your palm.

“What?” he shouted at you, red-faced from embarrassment.

“Room key fuck face.” the realization hit him. He slapped the card into your hand and stormed off to the elevator.

You picked up your heels and nimbly followed him, cold marble tiles kissing your throbbing feet while you read the room number on the plastic card.

“You’re so insufferable,” he huffed, jamming the metal up arrow. The golden doors opened as you both stepped in, pressing your floor numbers, grateful to find that you were on different floors.

“Actually, I am quite likable. Everyone likes me, aside from you, of course~” you wiggle your fingers in his face, and he swats your hand away.

“Correction. People just want to fuck you. That is not the same.” he sighed, taking a hand through his hair.

“Not true, in the workforce I am well-liked.” you counter, knowing full well you are the first person they call when they need shit done.

The elevator stopped on his floor and he looked at you over his shoulder obviously annoyed.

“5 a.m–”

“Sharp. Yeah, yeah. Go get your beauty sleep.” you shooed him away and watched as his shoulders dropped. He was done with conversations for the night.

Once the doors closed, you leaned your back against the cool mirror as you let your body slump. You took the ends of your hair in your hand, idly twisting it as you let the night settle over you. Peering down at your phone you saw it was 0330, inwardly cursing yourself for getting too caught up in the moment.

Ding

The elevator doors opened and you padded over to your room. 1002 was the number you mindlessly looked for.

I should’ve kissed him.

You thought while sighing, prying the door to your room open. You found that your suitcase was already in the room. It was always like this. The higher-ups controlled every aspect of your life, you wouldn’t even be surprised if the room had hidden cameras.

Throwing your purse on the desk you peeled yourself out of your sticky clothes then squatted down to your suitcase, rummaging through it until you obtained your personal hygiene items.

You lazily made your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower to a near-boiling heat as you set up your skincare and haircare items. You’ll be staying in Tokyo for three months, so you want to try to keep things as neat as possible in this hotel room.

Stepping into the shower, you hummed blissfully at the kiss of the hot rain on your skin. You tilted your head back, enjoying the feeling of the water running down your flesh, ebbing the tension out of your muscles.

I wonder if I’ll run into him again.

—

“Eh? What do you mean foreign military officials are coming here?” Satoru asked, not quite believing in Yaga’s words.

“As I said, they’re coming here to monitor Yuuji’s condition. As the strongest, you're expected to keep your eye on them. Especially since he’s your student.” Yaga’s stern voice had no room for argument, causing Satoru to roll his eyes and press his back against the wall.

To be honest, he wasn’t fully mentally present today. He kept thinking about the woman he met last night. From the plush of her thighs down to the gasps she tried to stop from escaping her full lips. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her.

“Satoru, did you hear me?” Yaga sighed, knocking him out of his thoughts.

“Huh? Something about them being here soon?” he only guessed at what he said, and his guess was correct.

“Yes, so go and greet them. I’ll get Yuuji.” without waiting for a response his old teacher left.

Satoru sighed, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and made his way to the main gate. It was a warm Spring day and he enjoyed the quiet peace that surrounded him. He turned his blindfolded eyes to the sky, drinking in the endless soft blue that stretched for miles.

He sensed her before he saw her.

Opening his eyes wide, he shot his eyes in the direction of the cursed energy, praying that he was correct. He followed the flow of the energy to the young woman, dressed in an all-black suit, hair neatly pulled back into a tight bun, as none of her jewelry decorated her ears. If he didn’t have his Six-Eyes telling him that this woman was the same as the one he met last night, he wouldn’t have been able to tell it was the same person.

Once her eyes saw him, she hesitated for half a second, then continued her conversation with the blonde male standing next to her. He relaxed his posture and tried to find his nonchalant mask. He couldn’t react the way he did last night, even if his body was immediately responding to her presence.

He cleared his throat when the two approached. She eyed him out of the corner of her eye whereas the blonde man standing next to her looked at him like he was a god. Slowly, she turned her head to him, eyes immediately finding his despite the blindfold he was wearing.

“Are you the foreign military officials?” Satoru asked, already knowing the answer. The woman’s face was cold and indifferent, again, another stark contrast to last night.

“Yes, I’m L/N F/N and this is Ishiikawaia Kaito. We’re here concerning your student Itadori Yuuji.” She spoke calmly and professionally. Her shoulders were drawn back and her back was straight. But all he could recall was her figure, slightly leaning over her knees, eyes daring him to challenge her.

Finally, a name to that face.

“I’m Gojo Satoru, but don’t mind me too much. I’m just a teacher here.” She narrowed her eyes at his words, clearly recognizing the name. However, she just motioned for him to lead the way.

“Sir, how can you say you’re just a teacher? You’re the strongest sorcerer of this generation.” The man, Ishiikawaia, called excitedly.

A fan it seems.

“Kaito, we’re here on business. Save your fangirling for later.” Y/n chided forcing Satoru to hide his smile.

“I don’t mind, I’ll answer any questions you have.” He smiled innocently as he led them further into Jujutsu High's grounds, painfully aware of her stare.

Soon, Yaga and Yuuji came into view.

Why does she have to be in the military?

—

I’m fucked. This is fucked. Why is he here, and why is he him?

You couldn’t quell your thoughts. The man that you had teased and danced with last night was in front of you, and he was none other than Gojo Satoru; the man you are specifically tasked to study. Your fingers itched as you recalled the feeling of his hair. Your hips ached, wanting his strong hands to hold them, and your core throbbed, remembering the warm press of his wet tongue along your neck.

Why why why. Maybe he doesn’t remember me. It’s possible, he hasn’t shown any knowing behavior. But it’s hard to tell with that blindfold.

The others were talking around you, saying their introductions while you were completely lost in your own thoughts.

“Ms. L/N?” His low voice called to you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?” You asked coolly, thanking yourself for the years of practicing to make your features indifferent. You watched as he gave you a slow knowing smile.

Oh, he knows. He definitely knows.

“You’ll come with me and Itadori. He’s my precious student after all.” He smiled at you, and though he came off as aloof, you now knew it was an act.

“Of course. It’s better if someone is there anyways. The more witnesses the better.” You say, deciding you were going to find a new way to tease him. If he was going to subtly poke and prod you, you were going to return the favor.

“W-Witness?” The pink-haired boy, Itadori Yuuji, said. It was clear he was nervous. So you smiled at him, the first smile you showed this group of people.

“Don’t worry. I only have a few questions for you. I understand quite a lot has happened since you became Ryomen Sakuna's vessel. I only wish to have a clearer picture.” You ensured your tone was warm and welcoming. Having the boy scared of you would accomplish nothing.

“Right this way,” Gojo said, leading the three of you away from Kaito and the school's principal, whose name you failed to hear.

“How long have you been in Tokyo?” Gojo asked you, head straightforward as he acted as a staggered buffer between you and his student.

I’m not going to kill the kid.

“Tokyo? I arrived yesterday. As for Japan, I’ve been stationed here for three years. Though I’m mainly based in Okinawa, I travel throughout the continent.” You answered honestly, trying to clip most of his questions in the bud.

He hummed in response, tapping his finger on his chin.

“So you’re not from Japan?” Itadori asked before Gojo could. So you sighed and nodded.

“I am from the States.” You answered and both the boys nodded, as if the picture they were painting of you became clearer.

The three of you entered a wooden room with a desk in its center. Two chairs sat on one side and a single chair decorated the other. You tried to make for the single seat, but Itadori beat you to it. The boy nervously sat down as you and Gojo sat across from him.

“To start,” you smoothed your hands over the table, bringing them in and lacing your fingers together. You tried to push your leg into Gojo’s, but you felt an invisible barrier.

“I’m not here to hurt you. We have no interest in taking your life, for we believe it has value.” You spoke your practiced corporate words, and they still tasted foul in your mouth.

Gojo’s knee brushed yours under the table and you had to hide your shock. Just a moment ago, you tried to do the same thing, but it didn’t connect.

The Infinity then. The report on him did say it was active at all times. So is he purposely dropping it? Or can he touch me but I can’t touch him?

“What do you want to know? I’ll answer any question.” Itadori said, his eyes bright and full of resolve. You felt bad for a moment, having to make him relive his past for you already knew everything based on the reports.

Gojos hand found your knee, squeezing it lightly as if encouraging you.

“Everything,”

—

By the end, Itadori was in tears. You reached across the table and took his hand in yours, giving it a pat for comfort.

“Thank you for being so honest. Do you need anything?” You asked softly, unable to be cold toward the crying young man. Gojo was now rubbing your thigh softly. There was no heat in his touch, just soothing comfort.

“No. Thank you for listening.” He wiped his eyes aggressively, and you drew your hand back, resting it on Gojo’s, entwining your fingers with his.

“Itadori, do you mind if I have a moment with your teacher?” His eyes went wide and Gojo’s hand halted its movement.

Why are both of you so surprised?

“Of course. If he tries anything weird just scream.”

You almost laughed, but you didn’t. You only nodded, your cue for him to exit the room.

Once you couldn’t hear the boy's footsteps, you turned your head toward the white-haired male. You allowed a small smile to tug on your lips, and he returned it with a smirk.

“We meet again, Gojo Satoru.” You say slowly, tasting his name out on your tongue, ensuring to draw out every letter of his name. He smiled further, his hand trailing to your inner thigh, long fingers wrapping around the clothed flesh.

“I must admit, I would have never guessed you’re a high-ranking military official.” He mused, taking his free hand and placing it under your chin, tilting your face upwards.

Crossing your legs to trap his hand between your thighs, you sighed. The warmth of his hand seeped through your pants down to your skin, and you enjoyed every minute of it.

“It’s a small detail. But I could say the same for you. Special-Grade sorcerer born with both the Six-Eyes and Limitless technique. I guess we both kept our identities a secret for a multitude of reasons.” You tapped your finger on the desk, showing the same amount of impatience as you did last night. He chuckled at the sight and grabbed your leg harder.

“Why can I touch you?” You hummed, taking that same finger and trailing it along his sharp jawline. He leaned into your touch as he traced your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Simple, it’s because I want you to.” His low breathy voice caused your heart to skip a beat, which you cursed yourself for.

“Tell me, Y/n. Do you mix work and pleasure?” He asked as he wrapped his hand around your neck. You bit your lip, hiding the small moan from the warm sensation and the sound of your name leaving his lips.

Lowering your eyelashes, you ran your tongue along your bottom lip, ensuring he was watching your every movement.

“Never,” you whispered to him and he smiled, hand tightening around your throat.

“We’ll see about that—“

He pulled away from you, separating your bodies as Kaito and the principal entered the room. Kaito immediately gave you a questioning stare, which you returned with an annoyed one.

“How did your meeting go?” The principal asked you, and you immediately stood and shook his hand.

“Well. Thank you for affording us the opportunity to speak to him.” You said to him gratefully. He nodded his head, being the first to let go of your hand.

“Your partner was explaining to me that you will be helping us with upcoming missions. We will be pleased if you could afford us your skills.” Though his tone was pleasant, it was unyielding. No room for negotiation.

You tightened your smile.

“Of course,”

—

“Come on give me your number~” Satoru called to y/n, who was expertly trying to ignore him. She weaved her way through Jujutsu High’s campus, leaving her partner to stay behind to talk to Yaga. They were walking through the halls that housed the classrooms.

“If you need to communicate with me, you can do so through your principal.” She sighed and he watched as she rolled her shoulders back, as if she was trying to mentally shake him off.

Turning off Infinity, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the classroom, relishing the look of surprise on her face. Placing his hands under her arms he put her on the desk while stepping between her legs, effectively locking her in place.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she hissed at him, though her eyes danced with amusement.

“You’re not leaving this room till you give me your number.” for emphasis, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled out his phone.

She rolled her eyes but she smiled, shaking her head.

“You’re quite demanding, you know.” she tutted, placing her fingers on his abdomen, slowly walking them up his stomach.

“One of my many charms,” he chirped, suppressing a groan.

“What if I say no, hm?” she mused, looking up at him through dark wispy eyelashes while blinking innocently. His body responded to her touch, tingling where her fingers lightly trailed his clothed skin.

“I’ll make you wish you said yes,” he whispered in a hushed tone, bringing his face closer to hers. Her smell filled his senses, wild gardenia, and white tea. Soft and sweet, entirely intoxicating. Y/n only smirked, slightly tilting her head to the side while her fingers enclosed the high neckline of his jacket, pulling him closer.

“Is that a threat, or a promise?” she purred, lightly brushing her fingers over his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He chuckled then trailed his fingers up her spine, stopping to cup the nape of her neck.

“Neither. It’s a fact.”

Right when he went to kiss her, the door rolled open to reveal a mortified Megumi.

As quick as they could, they untangled themselves. Y/n hopped off the desk, smoothing her pants while Satoru opened his arms wide for his student.

“Megummiiii~!” he cheerily called, running up to his student. Megumi placed up a hand, shaking his head as a blush crept up on his cheeks.

“Not only are you an idiot but you’re a pervert. In a classroom, really? What kind of fantasies do you have playing in that brainless head?” he huffed and Satoru smiled.

“Well, there is this one that I wanted to try it’s–”

“I am going to find the nearest bridge and jump off it.” quickly turning on his heels, he walked away from the scene he just witnessed.

Satoru sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

Shit that was close, if he came in any later I wouldn’t have cared.

“Another precious student?” Y/n asked with a smile, sliding a piece of paper into his hand.

“Yeah, even if he sucks the fun out of everything. What’s this?” he opened the sheet, looking at the numbers written there.

She stepped in front of his vision, went up on her tippy toes, placed a kiss on his cheek, and walked away. He was too stunned to reach out to her. All he could feel was the soft warm press of her lips.

—

“Why were you alone with the head of the Gojo clan? What were you doing?” Kaito asked you as he drove the two of you back to your hotel. You simply turned up the music and looked out the passenger window.

“Hello? Are you just going to ignore me now? Did you fuck him?”

Does he think I am some kind of easy whore? Why does he think I fuck anyone I meet?

“No, I didn’t fuck him. I asked him questions. If you recall, I am to gain information on his strengths and weaknesses.” you said begrudgingly, mad that he was the person you needed to get close to. Not because you didn’t want to get to know him, but because it made you feel gross; like you were using him.

“Right, in bed maybe.” Kaito teased, adding fuel to your fire.

“Listen here you fake blonde piece of shit. If you have a problem say it, then we can take it outside.” you were fed up with his quips. If you needed to beat him bloody for him to stop, you would.

“You that touch starved, y/n? I didn’t know you were that lonely~”

Without warning, you grabbed his earlobe and twisted harshly. Kaito cursed and grabbed the wheel tightly, ensuring to keep the car steady.

“Ow ow ow! Stop it, I am driving are you crazy?!” he cried helplessly while trying to shake your iron grip.

“Oh, you thought because you’re behind the wheel you’d be safe? Nah. Apologize or it’s your pepperoni nipples next.” you twisted his ear harder and he whimpered, nodding his head.

“You’re right! I’m sorry, I won’t say it again!”

You let go of his angry flesh with the rough flick of your wrist, slumping in your seat.

“I want sushi,” you mumbled grumpily.

“Okay? Go get sushi.” he sighed, rubbing his ear. You clicked your tongue.

“You’re paying.”

“Fine.”

—

“Hey! Stop ordering so much food!” Kaito cried as you continued adding things to the cart via the order pad.

“Huh? I can’t hear you.” you teased, finishing up the last bit of your order, holding your hand up for his card. The male sighed and aggressively placed the platinum card in your hand.

This is giving me DejaVu.

“The company card, huh? You sure are brave~” popping the card into the chip slot, you happily kicked your legs.

I love free food.

“We get fixed expenses every month, you know that. Since you’re on this mission they gave us even more.” he sighed, sipping on his beer.

Ding Ding Ding

You looked down at your phone, you received a text from an unknown number.

“You miss me yet?”

You chuckled, ensuring to open the message so he could see you read it, then placed your phone back in your purse.

Let’s see how fast you squirm, Gojo Satoru.

“What are you smiling so creepily about?” Kaito eyed you sidelong and your face dropped. You kicked his shin, becoming increasingly annoyed by his presence.

“I can’t smile?” You quip, sucking on your teeth.

“No, it’s creepy– Ow! Stop kicking me.”

“Well then stop saying useless things.”

Ding Ding Ding

“You ignoring me, Y/n? That’s not very nice, you’re going to make me cry!”

You tried to imagine him crying, but you couldn’t.

“I am eating dinner, I’ll text you later.”

“Dinner? Where? I'll join you.”

“Some sushi restaurant downtown. Come if you dare, Kaito’s company is riveting.”

You dropped him the location of the restaurant, doubting he will even show up.

“Who are you texting?” Kaito asked, still obviously creeped out by you. As he spoke the food was placed on the table. He looked like he was going to cry by the amount of dishes being presented.

It’s not even your money, bastard.

“None of your business,” you chided, picking up your chopsticks and clicking them in his face. He waved a dismissive hand, picking up his own chopsticks while deciding what to eat first.

“Was it Gojo Satoru?” he asked and you sighed, even though he was right he was annoying.

“Why are you asking?” you popped a piece of sushi in your mouth.

“Because he’s right behind you.”

You turned your head so quickly that you nearly choked on your food.

That was way too fast.

Gojo caught your eye and walked up to your table, gracefully sliding in next to you with a smile.

“Hey! I didn’t know you guys were here, you should’ve invited me!” Kaito only raised a brow, clearly not convinced.

“Mhm, order what you want.” he placed the card in Gojo’s large hand. He laughed heartily as he reached across the table, a long arm passing your face as he grabbed the tablet.

You quietly ate your food while feeling dumbstruck. One, you didn’t think he’d show up, two, you didn’t think he’d show up this quickly.

“So, Gojo, what brings you here?” Kaito asked as a piece of tuna sashimi quickly got placed in his mouth after his question.

“Hmm,” Gojo hummed, finishing his order, and placing the tablet back in its original place. As he leaned back into his seat, he brushed his fingers down your arm.

“I wanted to grab a bite to eat, Y/n’s questioning went pretty long after all.” he enclosed his fingers around yours, gently playing with the tips of your fingers.

“You’re on a first-name basis? I didn’t know you two were that close.”

Kaito you bastard.

Gojo laughed lightly, shaking his head.

“Non-Japanese last names are hard for me to pronounce smoothly, so she allowed me to call her by her first name. Is that a problem, Ishiikawaia?” Gojo’s voice turned cold, even causing you to shiver. You eyed him, although if his voice was so cold just now he was smiling brightly.

“N-No, I am sorry.” Kaito decided his beer was more interesting because he downed the whole pint.

Gojo’s food came to the table and you all ate in relative silence.

“Y/n, do you have anything planned after this?” he asked, turning to you as he munched on a Daifuku mochi. You don’t know why, but the sight of this man liking sweets made your heart squeeze.

“No, I don’t. Why?” You say slowly, cocking your head to the side playfully, knowing Kaito was gaping at you.

“I want to show you around Tokyo.” He smirked at you, popping a finger into his mouth, slowly licking the powder off of the digit. You swallowed, throat suddenly feeling dry.

“I think I can fit you into my schedule,” you say sweetly, swirling your finger around the rim of your glass of water. Meanwhile, Kaito couldn’t hide his absurd expression.

“You’re crazy, Y/n. If they hear about this–”

You whipped your head toward your partner, staring him down. He stopped speaking mid-sentence.

“How, exactly will they hear about it? Also, what is this ‘it’ you’re referring to? It seems you forgot about our conversation last night. That’s not the only thing I know, Kai.” you leaned over the table, grabbing his wrist with your hand, narrowing your eyes.

“Go ahead and try me, pretty boy, let’s see how far you’ll get before I crush you.” you heard him gulp as his eyes shook in anger– or maybe fear, it was hard to tell. But only when he nodded you let him go, pushing your chair back with your knees and exited the building.

Warm air hit your face as you stepped outside and noises of the bustling city filled your ears. You weren’t angry, not really. But you’d be damned if the man ranked lower than you in both strength and grade tried to threaten you.

He’s just jealous because his idol has no interest in him.

A sigh escaped your lips, then you felt a hand on your waist. You leaned into his touch, your mind and body already adjusting to sensing him and his unique energy.

“Quite the temper you have,” he beamed down at you and you shrugged, turning to face him.

“I’m not sure what you have planned, but let me get out of this monkey suit.” you want to put your earrings back in your ears, take your hair out of this painfully tight bun, and wear something more comfortable than your formal suit.

Gojo ran his hands over the length of your waist while clicking his tongue.

“I like you in the suit though,” he pouted, earning a humorless laugh from you.

“I have much more flattering clothes, rest assured.” you took his hand and made your way to the vehicle Kaito drove here. It’s a shared car, he didn’t own it. Even though you detested driving in the city, it made you feel good knowing he would have to find a different way back to the hotel.

“You gonna leave him stranded?” Gojo asked as you unlocked the car, sliding in the driver's seat, making adjustments so you could drive comfortably.

“He’s been drinking, it would be irresponsible for me to let him drive.” with a wink, you plucked out your phone and shot him a text stating as much. Then, remembering his phone calls last night, you turned the device off.

Gojo laughed and followed your lead, doing the same to his. You backed out of the small parking lot, a smirk on your face.

“You must like me a lot to do that. You’re an important man after all. What if the world burns down while you’re entertaining me?” you kept your eyes on the road while your left hand gripped the wheel, leaving your right relaxed on the center console. Now that you were alone in a confined space, your heart started to beat a little faster as anticipation settled into your nerves.

“They’ll just have to break down the door and drag me out. I have my priorities in order for today.” his hand traveled to your thigh, rubbing slow circles against the fabric, causing goosebumps to kiss your skin.

“Am I a priority now?” while coming to a stop at a red light, you allowed yourself to look at him. His head was turned to you as that familiar smirk tugged on his lips. Some part of you wished you could see his eyes, so you could read him better, gauge how he was feeling.

“You’ve been on my mind all day, why wouldn’t you be?” you were shocked by his honesty, unable to stop the blush that swept across your cheeks. It deepened even further when he slid his hand between your legs, long fingers nearly brushing the apex of your thighs.

Damn, what am I? A schoolgirl? I wish he would bring his hand a little higher…

The light turned green and you continued to drive, trying to desperately block your dirty thoughts out.

“I am going to take a guess, but you know what my actual mission is, don’t you?” the way he comforted you earlier, he read your body language. You didn’t mean to, but you showed signs of knowing too much.

“Tsk, talking about work with me during our off time. But to answer your question, yes. Your superiors have been wanting to get dirt on me for a while, trying to create a countermeasure to detain me if the day comes that I go crazy.” you nodded your head, mulling over his words, trying to formulate a response.

“If that day comes, I’ll happily put in my resignation and flee to Hawaii.” you sigh, remembering the soft white sand beaches and warm oceans. You could almost feel the salty sea breeze kissing your skin.

“I’ll personally seek you out once the damage is done.” he squeezed your thigh and you laughed. A full, real laugh. One that made your lungs gasp for air and your stomach hurts. You tried so hard to keep your eyes focused as you turned into the hotel parking garage.

“What’s so funny~” he mused, laughter now tickling his voice.

You parked the car and leaned against the seat, tilting your head back as you let your laughter subside.

“I’m sorry. It’s just the idea of you seeking me out after decimating Japan is silly. What importance do I hold?” your hands laced over your stomach, trying to hold your laughs in at the absurd thought.

“I thought I was being romantic,” He joined you in laughter, and you both sat in the car for a while, simply trying to catch your breath. Once you could speak normally again, you eyed him, many questions lingering on the tip of your tongue.

“Are we going somewhere? Or should I dress comfortably?” he raises his eyebrows. You try not to chuckle. You knew what his intent was, for it was obvious last night when he was grinding his hard-on against your ass and again today when he cornered you in the classroom.

“Hm, what do you want, y/n?”

Ah, making it into my decision.

“That depends on what your intent is. You hardly strike me as the committed type.” you run your finger over the length of the steering wheel idly, trying not to get lost in thought.

“And you are? You seem to enjoy crushing men under that pretty little foot of yours.” you smile at his words, shrugging your shoulders.

“I like knowing what makes people tick. I don’t have a partner due to my field of work. Too unpredictable, too dangerous. I can make enemies quickly, and that would put any loved one in danger. People… They’re fragile. I’ve seen too many friends I’ve cared for die.” your words suddenly felt too real, and that weight on your shoulders returned.

“You’re a sorcerer and a strong one at that. I can see your cursed energy, it’s like an endless well. How’d you end up in the military?” a question poised with ease, but in truth, it’s a loaded gun, pointed right at you.

You shook your head, pointing to the little black box right behind the rearview mirror and then to your ear. He nodded with understanding and you both exited the car, walking in silence to your hotel room.

“Wait out here, I’ll be out in a minute.” you entered the space, but he followed you in. You narrowed your eyes toward him and he held his hands up in defense.

“Dress comfortably, and pack an overnight bag. Or a few days, depending on how much you enjoy my company.” his voice was filled with pure confidence and it made you scoff. Men usually did what you told them to, not the other way around. It was strange, having the shift in your usual dynamic, but it wasn’t unwelcome.

“Alright. You’re helping me though. There's a plastic travel bag in the bottom drawer on the right side of the bathroom. Please put all my skincare and haircare items in there.” you made your way to the closet, where you spent your morning meticulously ironing and hanging up your clothes while waiting for the clock to strike 5.

“Why do you have so much skincare?!” he called from the bathroom and you giggled.

“Taking care of your skin is important!” you call back, picking out an outfit of sweatpants and a black t-shirt while grabbing a pair of pajamas and two pairs of suits. You didn’t know how long your stay with him would last, but you wanted to be a little prepared.

“But 20 different products?!” he shouted again like a child, and you could only smile, placing your clothes into a backpack. With a peek over your shoulder, you hurriedly got undressed, changing out your undergarments for something a little more lacey and sexy, then shoving your comfy clothes on. You took your hair out of the bun as your face was burning and you were cursing at yourself.

He’s just another guy, why am I so flustered?

Quickly, you shoved your feet into your sneakers and placed your dress shoes into the small compartment of your travel backpack. Suddenly feeling grateful to your past self for planning accordingly. Additionally, you added your makeup kit and a few different sets of underwear to the pack.

Making your way to the bathroom, you leaned against the door frame. You watched as Gojo neatly placed and organized your items, careful to buffer each glass bottle between a plastic one. He stuck his tongue out lightly as if he was deeply concentrated.

“Do you really need all this?” he sighed, noticing your presence as he moved on to your hair items. You smiled, mostly to yourself, as he placed each item out neatly onto the counter, deciding what to put in the bag first.

“You should see my makeup kit.” you could’ve sworn his face turned pale at your words.

“Please tell me you’re not bringing it,” he whined as he finished packing your hygiene kit. You felt oddly happy knowing he took so much care in ensuring your products wouldn’t get ruined. You walked up behind him and slid your hands around his waist, pleased to find his barrier wasn’t up. Due to the height difference, you placed your head against his upper back, taking in his scent.

“If you want, we can have a little skincare date~” you teased, swaying lightly from side to side. He rubbed your arms, humming as he allowed you to move his body.

“You mean you would pamper me?” he asked sweetly, turning around in your arms so he could face you. You gave him your kindest smile. One truly only a few people saw. You thought that this man was just a womanizer, but the truth is he’s very complex and sweet. You watched as a light blush kissed his cheeks, which only made you smile wider.

“If that’s what you wish, then of course I will. Again, what we do all depends on your intent, Gojo.”

“Satoru.” he corrected and you nodded.

“What would you like to do, Satoru?” you splayed your palms flat against his back, nails digging into the fabric of his jacket. Part of you wanted him to fuck you, of course. But the other part of you wanted to have a conversation, to maybe get to know him. It had been so long since you actually bared your soul with someone.

He took your face in his hands, fingers lovingly rubbing circles into your scalp, causing you to melt into his fingers.

“I think we shouldn’t plan anything and see where things go. You are…” he paused for a moment, cocking his head to the side as he considered his words.

“Enticing, tempting, alluring. I am drawn to you, for one reason or another. I think I would like to know what makes you tick, y/n.” his words were so soft, it was like they were caressing your mind and easing your wariness. Your smile turned sad, memories of your past flashing in your mind.

“I may not be as pretty as you believe me to be,” you whispered, almost to yourself. He stroked his thumbs over your cheeks, a soothing comfort.

“We have all done things we’re not proud of, but it doesn’t take away from your value. What you do going forward is what matters.” you half laughed, pressing your head to his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

“I thought you were an idiot,” you mumble against him and he chuckles, the sound vibrating deep in his warm chest.

“We all wear masks,”

—

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but a massive gated property with gardens certainly wasn’t it.

You didn’t hide your shocked expression as he gave you a quick tour of his home. You couldn’t believe you were still in Tokyo, where the buildings are so cramped together and you could see into your neighbor's property just by peering out your window. Here, his land stretched for miles before you came to the street, which was relatively deserted.

I know he’s the head of the Gojo clan, but being handsome, powerful, and rich seems like a massive slap in the face.

You eyed the man out of the corner of your eye, silently cursing him for having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

You two had made it two his room, which was neat and clean with simple solid colors of white, light gray, and sky blue. The bed stood at the center, and though it was massive, it hardly took up space in the room. You wanted to cry. How much money did this guy even have?

“Why do you look so shocked?” he laughed at you, taking your bag from your hand and quickly locating your hygiene and makeup kit.

“I– I just wasn’t expecting this, I guess?” you sighed, following his lead and taking your clothes out of the bag. You laid them neatly on a chair in the corner of the room, taking in the TV and ceiling mirror. You quirked up a brow.

You’re one of those, are you?

When he exited the bathroom, you gave him a disgusted look and pointed your finger to the ceiling.

He shrugged nonchalantly, taking your pointed finger and dragging you into the bathroom. You were confused for a moment, but then you noticed he neatly laid out your skin care.

“Eager, are you?” you said through a laugh and he clapped his hands together, rubbing them excitedly.

“Work your magical skincare on me!” while smiling at him, you tutted as you took in his clothes. He still wore his sorcerer uniform and that simply won’t do.

“Your clothes are no good,” you sigh dramatically, hands finding the zipper of his jacket and immediately undoing it. He wore a white button-down shirt under his coat, which only made you more annoyed. You didn’t want to get water on his clothes.

“You know, if you wanted to see me shirtless you could’ve just said so. Though the enthusiasm is appreciated.” his nimble fingers undid the buttons of his shirt exposing his toned body to you. Your retort died in your throat at the sight.

His chest was a perfect mix of soft and sculpted. Whereas his arms and abs were all muscle, strong, and lithe. You followed the dips and contours of his body, looking at his adonis belt, which dipped even lower. Your mouth went impossibly dry.

Damn, this man is too attractive.

“You like what you see, y/n?” he teased you with your own words.

With a sly smile, you look up to him.

“Of course, but,”

You reach your fingers up, dipping them under his blindfold, and push it back. Using it as an effective hairband. He blinked at you with his beautiful eyes, long white eyelashes fluttering against his skin. Yet again, his beauty struck you. Honestly, you felt as if it outshined your own. He was like a Renaissance painting; timeless.

“I like seeing these a lot more.” you hummed happily, letting yourself get lost in his surprised stare for a moment. He gave you a lop-sided smile, one that was real and unpracticed.

“You really aren’t like most women,” you cutely shrug your shoulders and turn to the sink, turning the water on to a warm temperature.

“Most women don’t know what they want,” you state, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting Satoru down in it, trying your best not to eye fuck his body. Which was hard, considering he was shirtless and sitting with his legs spread wide.

Returning to the sink, you wet your hands and place your cleanser on your fingers. Aggressively rubbing your palms together you create a lather. Then you face Satoru and work that lather into his skin.

“What is it you want?” He asked slowly, eyes closing as he leaned into your soft touch. You traced your fingers under his jaw, working your magic down his neck.

“To do what I want and protect my people. That’s it. Everything else is secondary.” you halted your cleaning to wet a hand towel with water, ringing out most of the liquid, then began to wipe away the cleanser.

“You don’t want to get married? Or have children?” you considered his words, grabbing a hydrating mask and slowly applying it to his skin.

“If I fall in love, I fall in love. If marriage is a result of that so be it. As for children, I don’t know. If they inherit my gift, then they’ll be sought out and used just like I have been. I don’t want that for anyone.” you spoke honestly as you finished applying the mask to his face. He opened his eyes, looking at you intensely.

“Why are you working for the government?” his hands found your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles into your muscles, relaxing your tension. With slight hesitation, you place your feet on either side of his hips and sit down on his lap, careful to avoid his sex. His eyes light up with amusement, but you ignore it.

“I can speak 4 different languages, which was already a desirable trait for them. Second is that I possess the ability to shape my cursed energy and turn it into solid matter. If I know what it looks like and its rough function, I can create it. The catch is once I stop funneling my energy into it, it disappears. Third is that I can apply the Reversed Cursed Technique to others and heal their wounds.” you closed your eyes, dreading the next words to come out of your mouth.

“Once I finished getting my Ph.D. in Psychiatry, I published my theory on cursed spirits and how I think I could curate a medicine that normal civilians could take to help limit the number of curses being born into this world. It became widely popular on the sorcerer's end, and the next thing I knew, my brother was being held by the military. The only way they were going to let him go is if I signed a contract to work independently for them as a Foreign Affairs Investigator.” Satoru rubbed your arms and a false sense of safety washed over you, giving you the courage to continue.

“As soon as I signed that damned contract, they killed him. I have done… Some pretty fucked up things for them. I have the rest of this year left, then I am free.” finally, you allowed yourself to meet his eyes. Deep blue wells stared at you with such sincerity your heart cracked at the sight. For some reason, it made you emotional, so you laughed, lightly running your fingers through his hair.

“That’s why you don’t get close to anyone.” not trusting your voice you nod your head.

“You’re the same as me, then.”

Satoru tilted his head back, exposing his long neck to you as he began telling you the story of his youth. You listened intently, gently massaging his shoulders, giving him the same comfort he gave you. Your heart broke when he was finished. You both had been through so much but at completely different hands.

“Do you miss him?” you asked, not giving him the fake sympathy bullshit people gave you.

“Yeah, you?” his voice sounded raw.

“Every day,” you whispered honestly. How long had it been since you were able to talk about him?

Playing with the ends of his silken hair, you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“It’s time to wash off the mask” You forced some life into your voice as you peeled yourself away from his warmth. Bashfully, you reached your hands out to him. It was silly really, your small frame pulling him out of the seat. But he happily placed his hands in yours, allowing you to lead him to the sink and gently wash the mask off his skin.

“Are we done now?” he asked, some humor returning to his tone as he patted his skin dry with a towel.

“Not even close. We have toner, serum, essence, eye cream, and then moisturizer– Don’t give me that look” You clicked your tongue, going to reach for your toner but he caught your wrist. Eyebrows knitting together, you eyed him suspiciously.

“No more,” he pulled you into him, his bare chest coming very close to your face. You felt your face become hot so you avoided his gaze, mind becoming slightly hazy.

“That’s not fair,” you mumble, trying your best to look anywhere that wasn’t him.

“What’s not fair, hm? Use your words.” Satoru’s playful voice coaxed, causing you to blush even harder. His hands played with the hem of your oversized T-Shirt, long fingers lightly brushing your flesh.

“You can’t be perfect all the time, it’s not fair.” he laughed at your words, head tilting back in the process. You rolled your eyes, trying to force yourself to be annoyed but it was an impossible task.

“You just heard about how imperfect I am, y/n. You’re just easy to tease.”

Cocky bastard.

“So are you,” you retort, and he smirks. His eyes tell you to bring it on.

Oh, challenging me, are you?

In a swift movement, you grab the blindfold that held back his hair and wrap it around his neck, pulling him down to your level, and pressing your lips to his. His muffled surprise gets swallowed by you, and you melt in his sweet warmth.

Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you slowly pull back, enjoying the deep blush on his cheeks.

“See?” you say, taking his blindfold around your pointer finger and swinging it in circles triumphantly. He smiles, hot breath kissing your cheek as he brings his hands under your thighs pulling you up. On instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, as your hands grip his shoulders.

“H-Hey, what’re you–?”

Satoru pressed his lips to yours. The soft pressure threatened to consume your senses as his tongue claimed your mouth, dancing and swirling your own, the taste of him coating your tongue. Your lips moved softly against each other, the pressure growing with each press of his lips and the lick of his tongue. You were solely lost in the feeling of him– the press of your chest against his, the erection that lightly rubbed against your growing heat, and the tantalizing taste of him making you want more.

He brought you to the bed, easily towering over you as he pressed your back to the mattress, hips lightly grinding into you making you gasp. Dropping his blindfold, you tangle your fingers in his hair as his hands slide under your shirt. Satoru ghosts his fingers over your stomach, even the slightest touch makes your body jump. You take his tongue further into your mouth, sucking the muscle, earning yourself a satisfied groan from him which you hungrily swallow.

He pulls away from your kiss, lips swollen and wet as he stares down at you. You get lost in his eyes, finding it hard to breathe under his gaze. For a moment, you two stay like that, drinking in each other's features as your chests are heaving.

“You’re beautiful, y/n.” his fingers traced the planes of your face, causing fiery tingles to travel down your spine. Your eyes widened. It wasn’t the first time you heard those words. But coming from him, it felt different. It felt meaningful.

You smile, placing your hand on his chest to push him back against the bed. You knew he let you, but you didn’t care. Straddling him, you let his hands come up and under your shirt, dragging it off your frame, partially exposing your chest.

You let him explore your skin for a moment. His eyes were filled with wonder as he traced the lines of your tattoos. You tried to control the shivers that ran down your body, due to his fingers lighting small trails of fire against your desperate skin. His hands found your breasts, thumbs rubbing your clothed nipples, making you moan as the feeling traveled to your core.

Unable to control yourself, you press your lips to his, grinding your hips down against him to relieve some of that growing tension between your thighs. You bite his lip, greedily enjoying the way his thick member rubbed against your throbbing clit. His hands unclasped your bra, allowing your heavy breasts to fall free from their cage.

His hands grasp your breasts, fingers expertly rolling and teasing the peaked rosy buds. He lets out a satisfied moan as you grip his hair tightly. The feeling of his calloused hands on you causes your blood to sing, sending pleasurable waves down your spine. You remove your lips from him, planting sloppy, wet kisses against his jaw then trailing them down his neck, sucking on the supple flesh.

Taking your tongue and licking it along the expanse of his neck, you smile into his skin as he shudders, bucking his hips up into you. Ever-so-gently, you run your teeth over the shell of his ear, then pull back, blowing cool air on the hot trail of saliva you left on him.

“Fuck,” he sighs, dipping his head down to take your breast in his mouth.

You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, the feeling of his warm mouth suddenly on your skin caused your knees to go weak. Your body trembled as he licked and nipped at your nipple, pleasure going straight to the pit in your stomach. He rubbed his hard cock against your clothed sex with just the right pressure, all you could do was suck on the soft skin of his neck, losing yourself in the pleasure he was giving you.

“Mm, Satoru” you breathe heavily into his flesh, pulling away from his dangerous ministrations, staring down at the smirking male. He licked his swollen lips, and brought his hand to your face, gripping your cheeks.

“Say my name again,” he demanded, free hand snaking around your body, gripping your ass, shaking it against him.

“Satoru,” you moaned his name and his eyes darkened, pupils dilating so much it eclipses the blue.

Your desire was reflected in his eyes and he flipped your bodies, hands coming to the waistband of your sweats pulling them off of you in a swift motion. You returned the favor, suddenly hating any and all barrier’s separating your bodies. You made to remove his boxers, but he caught your hand, placing it high above your head as he reclaimed your lips.

“I’m going to take my time with you, y/n,” he whispered hotly against you. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your throat. You were quickly becoming impatient, with the loss of contact between your legs and breasts, you wanted more. You needed more.

“See,” he pressed his lips to your jaw, hot tongue trailing the bone.

“If I fuck you now, I won’t be able to stop.” Taking your ear in his mouth, he licked your lobe, tongue swirling around it lightly.

Satoru trailed his hand up your leg, fingers finding your knee and spreading your legs for him. He continued trailing his sinful fingers north, coming so close to your heated sex that you nearly cried– you wanted him to touch you. His lips traveled down your neck, nipping at the tender flesh until he found your collarbone.

“I am going to make you feel so good, that my name is the only thing that leaves your lips.” the sheer promise in his words made your eyes roll back and your body tense in anticipation. He continued kissing his way south, ensuring to leave love marks along the way. You tried to move your hips to meet his hand, but you found you met an invisible barrier.

Huh?

You tried to grab his face, but your hands met nothing. His eyes met yours as he hovered over your sex. You saw his eyes light up with amusement when you tried to touch him again, displeased to find that he put up his barrier.

“No touching, or I stop,” he warned, pressing a kiss to your clothed pussy. You felt jolts shock your hips from the contact, whimpering from the slight release.

Releasing you hadn’t answered him, you nodded your head.

“That won’t do, princess. Tell me with your words.” another kiss, this time to your inner thigh. His hands ran the length of your long torso and then settled on your hips, holding your trembling body still for him. You were dizzy, you knew you needed to speak, but it was hard. The thought of even trying to formulate a sentence made your eyebrows knit together.

“I won’t touch you,” you bite your bottom lip harshly, feeling embarrassed. You were so worked up and he barely did anything to you. Your nerves were on high alert, you were breathing heavily, but more than anything you craved him.

“Good girl,”

The praise made you moan happily, distracting you when he ripped your panties off with one hand. You were about to protest, but he licked a long stripe up your entrance. Your back arched from the sudden pleasure as your hands gripped the sheets. You peered down at him and he was smiling up at you from between your legs. The sight alone made your walls clench.

“You’re so wet for me, y/n.” pulling his head back, he stared at your dripping pussy, marveling at the way the liquid spilled out of you down to your ass.

“Maybe I don’t need to prep you too much, hm?” he hummed, sticking his tongue into your cunt causing you to mewl. He swirled the muscle in you, moaning as you coated his tongue. The light pressure drove you mad, making you tilt your head back, as small soft moans escaped your lips.

“I– please don’t stop,” you pleaded, and he rewarded you by flattening his tongue against you, licking all the way up to your needy clit. Your legs began to tremble as he devoured you. Warm, wet mouth wrapping around your bundle of nerves sucking as his tongue flicked. The amount of pressure he applied was frighteningly perfect, adjusting with every lick and suck, causing your core to tighten.

“You taste so fucking good,” he playfully nipped your clit and you cried, half shouting his name as the feeling shot right through you, settling in your firey stomach.

“Fuck, just like that, keep moaning for me, baby.” his words were the only thing grounding you to reality, and you happily obliged him wanting nothing more than the promise of sweet release.

Your feet were hot, toes curling as sharp tingles attacked your arches. Your hands and legs were shaking violently from both restraint and the ridiculous amount of pleasure you were receiving. You were panting heavily, eyes fixated on the ceiling mirror, watching him give you his utmost attention.

He ran his hand up your abdomen and roughly grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him as he shoved two fingers in your mouth.

“Suck,” he breathed into you, flattening his tongue against your clit and roughly shaking his head. You moaned heatedly against his fingers, taking them further into your mouth, letting them travel down your esophagus. You licked his flesh as you would if it was his cock, hollowing out your cheeks and coating his skin with your thick saliva.

Satoru pulled his head back from your heated sex to sweep his arm under your legs, forcing them up and over your head, folding you like paper, putting you on full display for him. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and you gasped for air while moving your hands to grip your knees.

“Mm,” Satoru hummed, rubbing and scissoring his fingers together, watching your stringy saliva dance on his skin. With his free hand, he gave your ass an appreciative slap. The pain went straight to your groin and you mewled, nails digging into your flesh.

“You want me to keep going?” he asked, lips wet with you and his voice deliciously seductive. He placed a kiss on the crease of your inner thigh and sex as his fingers, wet with your saliva, played with your throbbing entrance. You whimpered, of course you wanted him to, and you knew he knew talking was hard for you.

“Ah. Fuck… Yes.” you panted out, finding it hard to focus on your words, when all you could think about was the feeling of his fingers teasing you. You were completely and utterly at his disposal, like a loyal dog willing to do anything for a treat.

“Talk to me baby, tell me what you want. You want me to fuck you with my fingers, or my mouth?” he purred, giving your clit a light flick, making you cry.

“I– Both. I want both. Please, please…” Tears pricked your eyes, your body was so on edge, so overstimulated that it didn’t know what to do. Your mind couldn’t grasp the situation, it was like your brain was short-circuited and all it could think of was his fingers, fucking you nice and deep.

“God you’re so fucking hot when you beg,”

Without warning, he pressed his fingers into you and returned his mouth to your hardened clit. You had to squeeze your eyes shut from the feeling as your walls clenched around his digits tightly. He licked you vigorously as he curled his long fingers, pumping your pussy, stretching you out for him.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you moaned, biting your lip to try to contain your sobs. Your orgasm was approaching and every muscle in your body tightened, preparing for that crash. Satoru’s hand came to your ass, gripping it tightly as he shook it, the sensation heightening the pleasure he was giving you.

“Satoru, I’m–”

He slapped your ass, shaking his head.

“Not until I tell you,” he warned and you clenched your walls around him hard. Tears ran down your face as your whole body shook violently. It was all so overwhelming, all you wanted was release, but it was as if his words were law, and your body obeyed obediently.

Unable to control your hands, you gripped his strong shoulders, nails digging into his skin creating crescent moon craters.

“Please, I, ah, fuck. Please, Toru’, I can’t” Your vision was just beginning to go black, and he completely backed off of you.

No!

Unable to support your body, you fell on the mattress, your legs bouncing lightly as your whole body shook. Quickly, you propped yourself on your elbows, looking at him like you were about to set him on fire.

“Why?” you breathed, shakily coming up onto your knees, grabbing his smug face with your small hands. He smiled further, turning his face to kiss your palm as he removed his boxers. You let your eyes fall for a second, pleased to see his angry cock spring against his stomach, but it didn’t ease your anger.

“You’re so obedient, y/n.” he didn’t answer your question, instead his hands found your hips, pulling you on top of his body. You immediately, tightened your muscles, refusing to let your core rub him. His hands snaked around to your ass, rubbing and gripping your plump flesh appreciatively.

“I was so close, why didn’t you let me–” your words died, eyes falling on his as you became entirely consumed by his gaze. You almost forgot how angry you were, almost…

Placing your hands on either side of his face, you burned your gaze into him, earning yourself an award-winning smile and a laugh to match. A pout fell on your lips, but you couldn’t help but laugh too.

His hands came up to caress your face and you leaned into his touch, letting some over your edge melt away.

“I’m sorry, but I’m selfish.” he kissed you, deep and slow, tongue dancing with yours pulling you deeper into him. You dropped your weight, hissing when your slick entrance rubbed against his cock. He sucked on your tongue, hiding a gruntled groan which made you smile.

Hesitantly, you ground your hips against him, your body still unimaginably sensitive. His hands found your hair, tangling in your soft strands, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

Still lost in his dizzying kiss, you trailed your hand down his body, stopping only when your fingers wrapped around his cock. He bit your bottom lip, a moan escaping his mouth as you pumped him slowly, thumb rubbing over his precum, using it to wet the head.

You pulled back from the kiss, grabbing his face with your free hand as you positioned your throbbing pussy over his cock.

“I’m also selfish,”

You slowly lowered your body, lower lip quivering when the tip pushes past that first ring, the stretch already feeling too good. Even though you wanted to close your eyes and savor the full feeling you were slowly giving yourself, you enjoyed seeing his expression more.

His eyes were heavy and hazy, as his swollen lips were parted in an ‘o’, watching your walls swallow him. You drank him in, relishing in the small whimper he let out when you accepted all of him, letting yourself sit and adjust to his thickness. Satoru slightly brought his hips up, truly giving you all of him and you cursed. He went so deep in you, you were being stretched deliciously as you were feeling full; complete.

Placing your hands on his chest, you slowly rose your body up, almost letting him come out of you, then you sank back down.

“F-Fuck,” Satoru cursed, his head falling back as his hands gripped your waist, assisting you in setting your pace.

At first, you slowly ground against him, enjoying every inch that filled you. But you both began to grow impatient as you brought your feet beneath you, picking up your pace and bouncing up and down. Satoru met your every thrust with his own, angling himself so he wouldn’t hit your cervix but that he was deep enough to make you tremble.

You ignored the burn in your legs, the only thing you cared about was driving the two of you over the edge, to feel that sweet release crash over your body.

“You look so good on top, y/n. You take my fucking dick so well, fuck.”

He brought his hands to your ass, gripping the flesh tightly as he assisted your movements, alleviating some of the lactic acid out of your legs. You moaned helplessly, the pace you set was brutal, causing your breasts to bounce against your chest, each drop bringing you just a little closer to the finish line.

“Fuck just like that baby.” Satoru encouraged you, giving you a new sense of purpose as you threw in a light roll to your hips. You both shuddered, for you stimulated him more and he hit that lovely spongey spot that connected right to your clit.

“S-Satoru–” You bit your lip as your stomach began clenching, your orgasm threatening to wash over you. You were panting so heavily you were afraid you were going to pass out, but you continued fucking him due to his soft moans of your name filling your ears.

“That’s right, be a good girl and cum on my cock.” he lifted his head, watching your bodies meet over and over again. Your toes curled, and that pit in your stomach was so tight, everything began to feel so good.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Go ahead, use me to feel good.”

Satoru’s words were your undoing.

You came hard all around him. Your walls spasming, clenching, and unclenching, drawing out pleasurable waves of white-hot fire throughout your entire body. Satoru came too, you felt his cock throb inside you and he held your hips down, spilling his warm seed deep inside your pussy. Your entire body was shaking uncontrollably and you couldn’t see a damn thing, if it wasn’t for his strong hands steadying you, you would’ve fallen over.

The room was filled with your mixed pants. You rubbed his arms and he rubbed your jelly-like legs, a silent comfort you gave to each other. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, simply just trying to catch your breaths and let the heat ebb from your blood.

But it didn’t. You were still grossly horny and he was still painfully hard, deep inside your wet warmth.

“You’re too good at that,”

He finally said, brushing some of the hair out of your face, hand tracing the contours of your chest. You smiled at his words, leaning down shakily and pressing a soft kiss against his cheek.

“Mm, I could say the same about you,” you murmured dreamily into him, earning yourself a chuckle.

“Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” You pulled your head back, meeting the challenge of his eyes with your own.

“Show me then,” His cock twitched at your words, making you smirk. Slowly, he eased himself out of you. You allowed your back to hit the mattress whereas he padded off the closet in his room.

You shifted anxiously, feeling some of his seed spill between your legs. Curiosity getting the better of you, you looked over to where Satoru was and he was walking toward you with ropes.

Oh.

He sat at the edge of the bed, a sudden serious expression on his face when he looked at you.

“Let’s make a safe word,” gently, he took your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles. You shifted so you could look at him and take his face in your hands. You could see he was anxious – afraid. Perhaps he’s gone too far in the past, but you weren’t going to pry.

“Hm let’s see… I think pineapple will do. However,” you paused to press a kiss to his lips.

“I think you’ll find I don’t break easily.” he smiled into your kiss, tongue running along the swell of your bottom lip. You bit his tongue playfully, laughing when he gave you a surprised yelp.

Satoru laid your body down, lips teasing yours, as his hands found one wrist, beginning to tie a rope around it. Soon he repeated the motion to your other wrist and he pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

He smiled down at you then removed himself from your body to tie the ends of the ropes to separate ends of the headboard, rendering you helpless. Once he was done, he plucked his blindfold off the bed and smirked down at you, eyes raking over your figure.

“Look at you,” he sighed appreciatively, finger ghosting over your torso. You shivered, goosebumps decorating your skin due to your body being sensitive from your previous orgasm. His hand then wrapped around your cheeks, forcing your eyes to meet his possessive stare.

“Mine,” he whispered, nails lightly digging into your skin.

“Yours,” you answered, familiar heat pooling in your stomach.

Satoru smiled and then placed the blindfold over your eyes, filling your world with black. You couldn’t see anything. All you could do was listen to the sound of your anxious breaths and pounding heart. With a tug, you tried pulling on your restraints, rope rubbing against the tender flesh of your wrists.

“I have to admit,” Satoru’s low voice purred, finger swirling around your belly button, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

“When I met you last night, I wanted nothing more than to do this.” his warm hands ran the length of your arms, making you shudder. You were sensitive, too sensitive.

“See, I thought about tying you up and fucking you till you apologized for teasing me. But,” he dragged his finger up your entrance, pressing the warm digit down on your clit. You had to chew on your bottom lip to stop the cry from escaping your throat.

“I think you’re just as bad as me. Too much stamina, too bored, never satisfied.” that same finger gently worked your bundle of nerves, slowly coaxing it out of its hood.

“If you’re good and do as you’re told, I’ll reward you and let you cum. If you don’t,” he pulled his finger away, making you whimper.

“Then I'll bring you close, over and over again until you’re crying and begging me to stop.” he spread your legs wide and you heard him suck in his breath. Everything was heightened, just the feeling of his hands on your thighs felt like fire.

“Use your words, baby,” he prodded your entrance with his tip and you moaned, your body already begging to have him fill you.

“I’ll do as I am told,” You promised, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Good girl,”

He entered you in one swift movement, tearing a curse from your throat. Satoru didn’t give you any adjustment time as he pulled his hips back and snapped them right back into you, causing you to wrap your fingers around the rope, hanging on for dear life.

You could truly feel him now. Your senses have been heightened, and since your legs weren’t doing the work you felt like you could feel every vein that ran his length. He stretched and filled you, creating that satisfying friction that made your walls clench around his cock. You felt the bounce of your breasts and the slap of his balls on your ass. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you were a moaning mess, filling the room with your voice and obscene wet noises.

“Your pussy takes my cock so well,” he praised, grabbing your knee and throwing it over his shoulder. You shuddered, at this angle, he was hitting even deeper in you causing tears to prick your eyes. The rope began to burn the flesh of your palms, but you ignored it entirely– completely lost in the feeling of him railing the absolute fuck out of you.

“Aw, y/n don’t hide your pretty noises. I want you to cry for me,” for emphasis, he sped up his pace and thumbed your clit. His name left your lips in prayer and you felt like a nuclear bomb was building inside your stomach. Every muscle was tense but loose at the same time. You couldn’t think, you can’t breathe. Tears wet the blindfold obscuring your vision, and you were grateful for the fabric.

“Fuck. You’re fucking me so fucking good,” you praised him between ruthless thrusts, tightening your leg down against his shoulder. His thumb on your clit was making you see stars, it felt so good but it was also overwhelming.

“Yeah? You like taking my dick like a slut?” he asked, taking your leg off his shoulder and then placing both your feet against his chest. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the way he folded you, hitting that spot deep inside your pussy.

“Y-Yes!” you scream, body shaking violently as you started to become incredibly hot.

“Yes what, y/n? I told you to use your words.”

Suddenly his fingers were in your mouth and down your throat, preventing you from speaking.

“Mmph. I–” You tried you speak, but you felt saliva pool down your chin. Satoru remove his other hand from your clit and you whimpered from the loss of contact, that promise of pleasure leaving with it.

Fuck.

“I told you to use your words, baby,” he sighed, slowing down his movements, pressing a kiss to your knee. Then your legs were off his shoulders along with his cock and fingers. You were completely disorientated, not knowing what to do with yourself because you were stuck and blind.

“On your knees,”

You moved to his command, awkwardly scooting back on the bed till you had enough space to sit on your knees. You felt his hand in your hair, tightly pulling on your strands to tilt your head up.

“What’d you do wrong?” he asked, slapping something warm against your lips. You ran your tongue against your bottom lip, discerning it was his cock due to the taste of your mixed pleasure.

“I didn’t use my words,” you bit your lip, controlling the urge to take him in your mouth. He tugged on your hair, making you release your lip.

“I’m going to use your pretty mouth till you learn your lesson, understand?” his voice was so low and seductive, it went straight to your groin, making you shift slightly.

“Yes, I understand.”

Satoru let go of your hair to grab your face, forcing your mouth open. You made a show of poking your tongue out, a sign that you wanted him. You hear him suck in air, then his warmth entered your mouth and you fully tasted your combined lust.

Moaning around him, you hollowed out your cheeks, swirling your tongue around his head. You moved your neck forward, swallowing more of his length, choking slightly as he slid down your esophagus. Satoru placed his hand around your throat, feeling himself go down your throat.

You slurped and choked on him, moving your head violently up and down, adding a roll to your motion for more friction. His soft moans filled your ears, giving you the motivation to please him, sucking harder towards the head, sliding your tongue into the slit, tasting him. You couldn’t breathe, not really. You tried inhaling every time you pulled your head back far enough, but Satoru only pushed his hips forward, forcing you to take him back in again.

“Mm, I love seeing you on your knees for me.” You moaned at his praise, picking up your pace as tears streamed down your face, blindfold now soaked.

“Just like that baby, you’re doing so good.” you could hear that his voice was becoming more strained and you felt his cock tighten in your mouth, base twitching with every suck.

Then his hands were in your hair, pushing his entire length down your throat making your nose come into contact with his stomach. He came into your mouth violently, cock twitching in your mouth. The salty yet sweet taste of him coated your tongue and you moaned, letting him know that you were pleased. He rubbed loving circles into your scalp as he stayed there for a moment, letting himself come down from his high.

“Good girl,” he breathed, pulling his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to swallow his seed while greedily taking air back into your starved lungs.

He hummed and his warm finger traced your hot, swollen lips. You coughed lightly, but smiled up at him, or where you assumed he was.

“Time for your reward, y/n. Turn around and grab the headboard.” You blindly turned around and he guided your hands to the headboard. You became instantly grateful because some of the bite from the rope eased.

You felt Satoru shift, then there was warm air being breathed on your heat as his hair tickled your thighs.

“Sit on my face baby, and don’t hide your noises.”

“O-okay, I won’t” you promise, feeling shy.

Your legs were already shaking, the memory of earlier playing in your head as you slowly lowered yourself to his face. You held back some of your weight, fearful of suffocating him. But his tongue entered your cunt and he grabbed your hips, forcing your full weight down, nose swiping your clit.

You moaned loudly, fingers gripping the headboard as Satoru wasted no time in pleasing you. He grabbed your ass, finger playing with your asshole as he tongue fucked you, shaking his head so his nose stimulated your clit. The tension left your body and you became a puddle.

“Satoru, mm, fuck,” words were impossible to describe what you were feeling. It was due to not being able to see and the earlier intensity. Everything felt so good, it felt right. Satoru slapped your ass, making your back arch and your toes curl.

You pressed your forehead against the fabric of the headboard, moaning and cursing as you allowed yourself to surrender to him. You wanted to touch him, to see his face, but you couldn’t and it was driving you mad. All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and feel.

You could feel your orgasm approach, that earlier bomb getting ready to explode in the pit of your stomach. Your body was shaking so much that you were funneling all your strength into the headboard, trying not to fall. Then Satoru moved his mouth to your clit and his fingers replaced his tongue. It was all you needed to be pushed over the cliff.

At the second pump of his fingers, you came. It was both pleasurable and painful. Somehow more intense than your previous, with your stomach clenching so hard as your walls spasmed. Your body shuddered violently, but he didn’t stop, he continued fucking you and sucking on your bundle of nerves. You were mewling loudly, so overstimulated that you began pulling on your restraints. You tried to ask him to stop, but you couldn’t, the only thing that could leave your mouth was strangled cries. You tried lifting your hips, but his hand held you down, continuing to both please and punishing you.

“Satoru, Satoru. I– Ah, please– Fuck– Please.” he simply flattened his tongue on you, shaking his head as he hummed, voice vibrating on you. You were crying, the overwhelming pleasure becoming too much as your body gave out on you.

You felt Satoru smile against you and then finally he stopped, lifting your body and pulling his face out from under you with the last drag of his tongue. You were shaking, hands still on the headboard as you felt your heat drip between your spread legs.

“You taste so good, y/n.” Satoru snaked a hand around your waist, bringing your ass up as he pressed your face against the headboard. You whimpered when he pushed his still-hard cock against your entrance.

You felt a tug and then suddenly you could see. You blinked aggressively, trying to readjust to your surroundings. Your eyes found Satoru’s and you blushed. He was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. But he also looked crazed, with his eyes dilated, lips swollen and wet, and hair a mess.

“I missed your eyes,” he sighed, pressing his tip into you. He ran his hands over the length of your spine then finally let them settle on your hips. You felt both numb and sensitive like every touch was fire, but you felt it from a distance. Your legs were already shaking, sheer pride and will were your fuel at this point.

“You can do it one more time, can’t you baby? For me?”

I will not be the only one who’s teased. Let’s see if my guess is correct.

“Yes, I can Daddy,”

Your guess was right because Satoru snapped his hips into you at your words. Your walls readily accepted him, greedily sucking in his cock, soaking him with your wet heat.

“You’re so fucking perfect, y/n. I don’t think you understand.”

A slap to your ass.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go,”

Another slap, you whimpered, back arching as the hazy pleasure kissed your nerves. His eyes didn’t leave yours, even with your blurred vision and half-smushed face rubbing against the headboard.

“Yeah? Are you too obsessed with me now?” you tease, words strained, saliva thick in your throat.

“You’re mine. They can’t have you.” he snapped his hips up, hitting your spot, just for emphasis.

“Hate to break it to you handsome, I am no one’s property.” even with your ass bouncing and slapping against his hips and half your ear covered, you could hear him lightly laugh.

“You said you were mine earlier,” he reminded, coating his thumb with his saliva, then pushing it into your asshole, making you curse.

“At this moment, I am yours.” your voice was pathetic to your own ears, with it barely being above a quivering whisper.

The heat was licking your spine now, that growing pleasure slowly returning to your stomach. Satoru leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. The angle made it hard to breathe, but you didn’t care. The kiss was desperate as if the two of you couldn’t be any closer. You moaned sweetly into his mouth as he let up his pace, now rolling his hips into you at a more loving pace.

He removed his lips from yours and kissed your spine, breathing heavily into your heated flesh. You weren’t any better, with your chest heaving and sweat coating every inch of your body. Your walls appreciated the change of pace because you could feel the slow climb of your high.

You matched his pace, rolling your hips with his, earning yourself a moan from his lips. The two of you moved in unison, moaning each other's names, getting lost in the feeling of each other. He filled, stretched, and stimulated you so well to the point you think sex will be ruined for you after him.

“You feel so good,” he whimpered into you, and you hummed.

“You gonna cum for me Daddy?” you felt him twitch and it filled you with pride, knowing what made this man weak. Somehow, the fact that you were pleasing him made you feel good, heightening your own pleasure.

“I’m gonna fill your tight little pussy with my cum,” he sighed, movements becoming increasingly more erratic as he approached his high. His hands refound your hips, digging into them as he sucked harshly on the nape of your neck. You shivered against him, your own pleasure threatening you for the third time this evening.

“Mm Satoru, I’m close!” you moaned loudly legs shaking, back arching, and velvet walls tightening. You didn’t think this would happen, due to your overstimulation, but you were at that cliff, dangerously close to diving in head first.

“Be a good girl and cum all over Daddy’s cock,” he grunted, hand slapping your ass.

Again, as if his words were law, your body obeyed, convulsing all around him, taking him into the euphoric bliss with you. His hands came up to grip the headboard as he halted, burying himself deep inside your pussy, filling you as promised. You were a complete mess, whispering his name repeatedly as hot tears kissed your burning skin. Satoru kissed your temple, over and over again, letting both of your highs wash over you.

“You did so good baby,” he whispered against you, taking his hand a smoothing it down your hair. You both were breathing heavily as your bodies shook, and you were sure you couldn’t speak. So to respond, you smiled lightly, nuzzling your head against his.

He leaned your bodies back, so you were sitting on his thighs with your back to his chest. He kissed your shoulder and began untying your wrists. Once the last knots were undone, your hands fell limply to your sides, wrists raw from the earlier friction. You sighed happily, leaning your head back, and cuddling into Satoru’s shoulder.

“Shower?” he asked into your hair, massaging your shoulders gently. You smiled, running your hands over his muscular thighs.

“If I can walk,” you half-joke. Your legs felt like Jello. You felt if you tried to walk, you’d simply fall straight down.

Satoru chuckled into you and then gently slid his arm under your knees.

“Wrap your arms around my neck gorgeous,”

You humored him and did as you were asked, placing light kisses on his neck while drinking in your mixed scents. He lifted your body with ease, pulling himself out of you as he made his way to the bathroom. You hardly registered him putting you on the toilet. The only reason you opened your eyes is because you felt the cold toilet seat kiss your bruised skin.

“Pee, I don’t want you getting an UTI.” he pushed some hair out of your face then kissed your forehead, turning away from you to turn on the shower. You had to put some effort into peeing, but once you did you heard a ‘plop’ noise followed by your stream.

That’s embarrassing.

You thought to yourself, running your hands over your arms. You snuck a peek of yourself in the mirror and you gaped.

Hickeys covered your neck, chest, and stomach. Your hair was a disaster, and your face was deeply flushed. It was as if you had fallen asleep in the sun. You peaked at Satoru, he was organizing your products neatly so his back was towards you. You could make out some of your own marks you left on his neck and you mentally cursed.

If we both show up like this tomorrow it’s going to be so obvious.

You finished up and padded your way over to Satoru, wrapping your hands around his waist and giving his cute butt a loving pinch.

“Hey!” he playfully shouted, turning in your arms and giving you a sly smile. You could now see the nail marks you carved into his shoulders and chest. Despite yourself, you felt proud, knowing one way or another, you claimed the Strongest Sorcerer as your own.

“I never took you for the doting housewife type.” you hum, planting a soft kiss on his chest, right over your scratches.

“There’s a lot about me you’ll learn,” he kissed your head, then lead your bodies into the shower. He held your hands as you stepped over the edge of the tub, careful to steady your body.

“That sounds like I’m going to see you on a personal level again,” you smile, happy to find he too enjoys piping hot water in showers. Your muscles relaxed and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to melt in his arms under the soothing rain.

“Why wouldn’t you?” there was no hurt in his words, just curiosity.

“I said you didn’t seem like the committed type.” you reminded him, but the words stung now. You didn’t want to walk away from him. But you’re also not one to beg.

“If I told you I wanted to pursue you, would you believe me?” you ran your hands over his arms, thinking of how to respond.

“I would say you’re crazy. Considering who holds my leash, and knowing I’ll be running away the second my contract ends.” he laughed lightly, strong hands breaking down the knots in your lower back.

“I can’t say being with me would be great all the time. But, I can hold my own, and I can protect you. Say the word, and I’ll keep them away from you.” he pulled back from your embrace and took your face in his hands, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks.

Protect me…?

You were thankful for the water cascading down your face because your tears fell without warning.

“They won’t be able to touch you. You’ll be free, y/n. I won’t tell you to go back. I’ll fight with you.”

Smiling, you took his face in your hands and kissed him, expressing physically where your words failed you. You tangled your fingers into his wet hair, kissing him all over his face repeatedly.

“Thank you, Satoru.” you sob and he smiles, continuing to soothe you as you cry while smiling.

It won’t be easy, but you’ll be free.

You held each other for a while, enjoying each other's comforts, smiling like idiots in the warm rain. It was a new beginning for you, one that was uncertain, but you would happily run toward it a never look back.

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