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You stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. You could barely hear yourself think. You’d been attempting to sober up for some odd 20 minutes, whilst the pumping music faded through the tiled walls.
You’d drank plenty of water, and finally felt everything coming back to you. Once the writing on the walls started making sense again, you exited the room. The music finally filtered clear and you walked outside.
You ran a hand through your hair, seeing your friends dancing in the distance. You were having a lot of fun actually. The only thing that slowed you down was the urge to pee a while ago. And once you felt yourself stumbling towards the bathroom, you realized it was time to chill for a bit.
You walked through a sea of people towards the bar on the terrace again, feeling like a new woman. You ordered a non-alcoholic drink with a sprite substitute for your base, sitting on the stool closest to the end against the wall.
You threw your head back, taking the deepest breath and looking at the sky.
“Whew...” You sighed. “I almost got shit faced again.”
You heard a laugh from two stools away. You snapped your head towards the only other person on the terrace bar with you. He’d surely been sitting there when you walked past just now. But you were in your own world, and you were thirsty so you hadn’t noticed him.
“Did you just laugh at me?” You quizzed at the white haired gentleman just a few feet from you.
He turned towards you, giving you a toothy grin. “Yeah, cause it was funny.”
You stared at him, wondering why he had the blindfold on. It dawned upon you that he was probably blind, and you didn’t want to be rude.
“Yeah, I guess it was.” You giggled in the most non-confrontational way possible.
“Good for you, though. Knowing your limits.” He said, taking a sip of his own drink. “Ugh. Yo, bar tender, could make this a little sweeter?”
You didn’t know many guys that liked their drinks brimming with sugar like that. Then it dawned upon you about how unconventional and unsafe it was for a blind man to be at a club. He could get roofied and kidnapped and he wouldn’t know a thing. You looked down at his legs. He doesn’t even have a cane.
“Are you here alone?” You asked, almost worried for the guy.
“Are you?” He asked smugly. Was he... hitting on you?
You instinctively adjusted your bodycon dress. It barely covered your butt when you sat down like that, making you place your purse above your lap. But then you remembered, he’s blind.
“No. My friends and I planned this party.” You asked. “Who invited you?”
“A friend of a friend who knew my friend’s cousin, who told my friend and I that we should definitely come to this party in Shibuya City.” He explained whilst shooting you another cheeky smile.
“Uh huh...” you slurred. You plopped your head down on the table, staring at him while you leaned on your arm. He was kind of cute, for a blind guy, you thought. You felt a little insensitive for putting it that way in your head. He had this mysterious vibe about him.
The bar tender set your syrupy drink beside you, but you just continued to look at him.
“I hope that’s just soda.” The white haired male quizzed, picking up a skewered piece of fruit from his drink as the bar tender placed his cup back beside him.
You rolled your eyes, “Yup, just sprite and high fructose corn syrup.”
“You’re cute.” He said, chuckling deeply. You felt your face heating up. His voice was buttery smooth. You wanted to make more conversation with him but you just shyly sat up and hugged your straw with your mouth.
Your eyes caught on his jawline. God damn, you thought. You felt like you could ogle as long as you wanted, what was he gonna do about it?
His face is pretty proportionate. He could model if he wanted. His legs looked long on the stool, and he had broad shoulders. He probably could model, you thought. He surely had the height for it.
It wasn’t til he turned towards you and stuck his tongue out that you jumped a little. Just as he was about to say something, you heard a cellphone notification sound, and you frantically reached towards your purse.
“Ah, that’s me.” He said, fishing his phone out his pocket. You watched him unlock his phone, and send a text.
“Wait, you’re not blind?!” You said, somehow feeling a little violated. You were the one staring through his soul this entire time.
“Is that what you thought?” He chuckled. “I was just about to ask you if you were checking me out, or possibly still feeling tipsy.”
You were at lost for words, feeling stupid. It was normal for you to assume he couldn’t see.
“Who the hell wears a blindfold to a party?”
“Hmmmm, maybe the birthday person? If it’s a surprise party. And then there’s me. I do that.” He grins.
You have a mortified look on your face, earning another laugh from him.
“If it makes you feel better, I think you’re attractive too.” He cocked his head to the side, holding his cheek in his palm.
“Thank you...” You said, head feeling hotter than it did when you were drunk in the bathroom earlier.
“I was just about to leave too. I wasn’t having that good of a time. Not to sound rude though, you and your friends planned a good party. I just finished playing wingman earlier and I was bored as hell.”
“It’s okay.. I get it.” You said, sheepishly bringing your straw to your lips again.
“Was...” He spoke again. “I was bored. Til this sweet baby girl sat beside me. Now, I’m intrigued.”
“You’re the intriguing one. I can’t even see half of your face.” You blurted out through red cheeks. He talked with such finesse. You crossed you legs, and he bit his lip playfully at you.
“Ahh, I suppose I could show you. You wanna see that bad?” He licked his lips, leaning forward a bit. Though there were two seats between you, you still pressed your back against the wall.
You slowly swallowed. “I mean... I wouldn’t mind it.”
“Honey, it’s yes or no. Are you as curious about me as I am about you?”
You couldn’t lie. You knew he was attractive even with the blindfold. But the eyes are the window to the soul right? What kind of man were you sitting with right now?
“Let’s bargain a little, yeah? When was the last time you did something crazy, hmm?” He hummed.
You didn’t know, you were so concentrated on the idea of seeing his face. And he’s changing the subject, but he’s still looking right at you, putting you on the spot.
“Define crazy.” You said.
“Skinny dipping, going home with a stranger, robbing a convenience store, you know- crazy shit.”
You burst out laughing at how he smoothly threw that in there. He chuckled along with you.
“It’s been a few hours.” You say, crossing your legs in the opposite direction.
“I like that answer.” He says. “So, if I show you what’s under this blindfold of mine, would you consider coming home with me?”
You were crazy for even considering it when he casually mentioned it the first time. You had no idea who he was, and he could murder you as soon as you both left.
But your gut hadn’t been doing it’s usual thing for the first time in a while. You were nervous, but not because you were scared. He was simply a smooth guy.
“Alright. Let’s see that mug of yours.” You cross your arms.
He lets out a throaty laugh. “Okay, sweetheart.”
He moves one stool closer towards you and leans on the counter. No one else but you could see his face from this angle. He slowly reached his finger up to pull down the fabric.
He definitely knew how to drag on the moment.
“Or better yet, let’s let the lady of the evening do it, shall we?” He said, bringing his large hands to cover yours. They were hot, and your heart was racing. He lifted both of your hands towards his face.
“Go on, sweets.” You nervously put your fingers into the fabric, sliding it down over his nose and mouth.
****🌏👄🌏 〰️👄〰️ 🌊👄🌊****
You were star struck. The words were dry on your tongue. He was stupendously beautiful. So beautiful you thought it was unfair. His eyes coaxed you further towards him. You could somehow see everything in them, and nothing but blue at the same time.
He brought you back to reality when he stuck his tongue out at you.
“Like what you see?”
“You’re... gorgeous..” You managed to say through blushing cheeks, sitting back up straight.
“Thank you~”
“Alright. That’s enough for now. Don’t want you passing out on me.” He slid the blindfold back up, earning a slight dissatisfied whine from you.
“So, are you down?” He asked, putting his face right back in his palm, grinning from ear to ear. He was honest, and normally you thought you’d be offended by someone blatantly asking you to sleep with them.
Your legs stood up, pulling down what you could of your black bodycon dress.
“You better show me a good time, or I’ll give you the worst review of your life.” You adjusted your purse strap on your shoulder, swaying your hips and offering him a playful smile. The alcohol that wasn’t digested yet gave you a boost of confidence, you passed some hair behind your ears, looking down at him.
“My sex speaks for itself.” He stood up, towering above you and putting out his arm for you to hold. You blushed before loosely wrapping your hand around it. It’s like he had a response for everything, you thought.
“Lucky for you I don’t live too far from here. So you’ll get everything you’re fantasizing about real soon.” He bent down, whispering to you.
How could he be so sure he was going to pleasure you? A stranger he was, he didn’t even know your name, nonetheless how and where you liked to be touched the most.
What a cocky little-
“By the way, my name is Gojo Satoru.” He lifted his blindfold on one side and peered down at you. You’d heard of the name before, but it could be pure coincidence.
“(Name).” You looked away, blushing yet again under his gaze.
“Cute as hell.” He bent down towards your face. “Why don’t we tell your friends that you’re leaving with me, hmmm?”
He walked through the bar with you on his arm, finding your friends. They were in awe at the snack you’d found, realizing who he was far before you did. They coaxed you to go for it.
You turned on your location, and he assured them he’d bring you home.
Then you were in his car, which was incredibly spick and span. You anxiously pressed your thighs together. It smelled of new car and pine scent. Such a guy thing, you thought.
“Are you nervous?” He asked. He turned on the radio, attempting to lighten the mood.
“No, your car is just nice.” You pouted, looking out the tinted windows.
“I know right?” He grinned. “Man I love this song.”
Cocky was an understatement.
You realized that one of your favorite songs had been playing. You watched him confidently sing the lyrics.
“You don’t know it?” He asked, turning towards you.
“Of course I do. It’s my favorite.” You say proudly.
“I knew there was something I liked about you.” He said, humming soon after.
“Ditto. You have decent music taste.” You said.
You both vibed, and eventually he pulled into a parking garage of a fancy apartment building you surely knew you couldn’t afford to rent.
“You live here?” You asked, as he opened the door for you. He gently took hold of your hand before speaking.
“Yup. Feel free to come visit me whenever after tonight.”
“What makes you so sure I’ll be coming back?” You stood up, looking up at him as you pulled your dress down once more.
“You will. I just know.” He chuckled.
“You get around a lot, don’t you Satoru?” You quiz, watching him close the car door and click the button on his keys.
“Here and there. I work more than I’d like to.” He said motioning you to hook yourself onto his arm again.
You wanted to ask him more about his line of work, but he quickly spoke again.
“I just realized you called me by my first name. What a cutie~” He teased.
“What did you want me to call you?” You asked, heels clicking as you both walked towards the elevator.
“If you were my lover, a plethora of things. For now, you can call me whatever you want.”
You poked your cheek with your tongue. “Then I choose your first name.”
“A classic.” He said, pressing the button on the top floor.
“What do your other mistresses call you?” You peered up at him.
“Charming, sometimes cocky.” He looked down at you. This guy was something else.
“You know what I meant.” You said, gripping his arm a bit.
“Lighten up, honey. It’s all about you right now.”
“Do you think you’ll ever get married?” You realized it wasn’t a tasteful question to ask in this moment, but you hoped to get some insight about him depending on his answer.
“Most definitely. My family expects me to have the strongest offspring.” He said, cocking his head back in frustration.
“You don’t want to get married?” You ask.
“I do. But not for reasons like that.” He said, exiting the elevator with you. You caught on to what he meant.
“So what would it take for you to fall in love?”
“You make it sound like you want to be a contender.” He smugly smiled at you.
“I get sappy when I’m tipsy.” You blurt out, ears hot and looking in the opposite direction.
He let out a hearty laugh. “As for your question, someone who understands me, which is kind of hard for most people. Oh, and a good sense of humor.”
You hummed, wondering if you fit the bill. You were just here for the sex, but his whole vibe piqued your interest. The blindfold, money, and the name you heard rumors about. He was handsome too, gracing you by allowing you to see his eyes. He seemed to have it all. And all this talk eluding to how he was about to rock your world made you a little nervous.
Could you deliver anything for him besides your body?
You watched him fish out his keys and slide them into the door knob. A blast of cool air hit your skin and the scent of suede and leather furniture found your nose. You stepped inside, leaving your heels at the door.
“What did you say you do for a living again?” You peered back at him, watching him hang his jacket and shutting the door.
“I’m an accountant.” He says slyly. You let out a laugh, and he knows you didn’t believe him, nor did he expect you to.
You left it at that, watching him approach the kitchen. He washes his hands, and motioned you to do the same. “Can I get you anything? I can make you something if you’re hungry.”
You shook your head. “You can cook?”
“In the midst of my survival, it became a necessity, alas’ I learned.” He said sarcastically, taking out two bottles of water. He set one in front of you anyway and took some gulps from his own.
“Couldn’t you have said ‘yes, my parents taught me’ like a normal person?” You said, sitting on the stool by the island.
“I could have. But I’m far from normal, if you couldn’t tell.” He pulled down his blind fold and set it on the island countertop, exposing his face again.
“Why do you wear it... if you don’t mind me asking...”
“I’m sensitive to light. Sometimes I wear glasses. It’s a mood.” He was lying, and you knew. You didn’t actually expect him to tell you the truth. You weren’t particularly bothered either. There were plenty of things he didn’t know about you.
“Is there anything you want to ask me?” You say, tapping your fingers on the bottled water.
He placed a hand on his chin.
“Are you allergic to latex?” He leaned directly across from you.
“No...” You smirked. “That was thoughtful.”
“That’s just the kind of guy I am.” He chuckled lightly. He slid around the table, closer towards you.
“Mhmmm.” You say, looking up at him. It was hard to stay focused. Why did he have to be so good looking? You could see the skin of his chest through his white t-shirt when he leaned over you like that. You tugged at your bottom lip.
“Actually, there’s one other thing.” He was so close his hair nearly touched your forehead. You could smell faint remnants of fruity alcohol and mint. You never even saw him pop one into his mouth.
And to guess what it could be, you had no clue. How could someone be so open but so hard to unveil at the same time?
“And what might that be?” The response is barely audible, made for only him to hear it.
“What would it take for you to fall in love?”
You were taken aback. All this time you honestly couldn’t tell how genuinely interested he was in you other than how you looked.
“You really wanna know?” You said, leaning towards him a little. His lashes were so long, he was so pretty he put your looks to shame- at least you felt that way.
“I asked you, didn’t I?” He said, cocking his to the side in the most kiddish, yet charming way ever.
“Someone who could make me feel safe. A good listener, a good communicator, and someone whose funny. And then I cross my fingers and hope for the sex to be good.” You explain. He laughs a bit before speaking.
“And I just happen to be here right in front of you. Quite the coincidence, don’t you think?” He curls his lips into a sly smile.
“You’ve yet to show me a few things. The sex may or may not be a dealbreaker.” You roll your eyes.
He brought a hand to your chin, touching noses with you now. “Alright, let me show you why I’m the best.”
He pulled your lips in for a soft kiss. His lips were smooth and slightly slick from whatever chapstick he was using. You had wanted him to kiss you so badly, growing anxious of the sexual tension between the conversations you were having. His teeth pulled against your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. The pressure from the suction sent messages to the nerves in the pit of your stomach. It wasn’t often someone could give you pleasure in your core from a kiss.
You let out delicate whine, making him let go and press his forehead against yours.
“How was that?” He asked. The tone behind it clearly displayed that he knew he had gotten to you but he had asked you anyway, just because.
“Terrible.” You say, adverting your gaze from his eyes and towards his rosy lips.
“Guess I have to try again.” He says, taking hold of your mouth with his once again. He’s closer to your body now, touching and swirling his fingers down your back. He sent chills down your spine, sucking and pulling firmly at your lips.
His tongue fell into your mouth somehow, and you welcomed it. You found yourself trying to stick your tongue in his mouth, oddly invested in making him see you had been a decent kisser yourself. Your hands were living in his hair, around his neck. You weren’t shy to touch him at all.
“Look whose all over me.” He smirked.
“You’re supposed to be showing me something, right?” You tugged at his shirt, earning a laugh from him.
He dipped his head down towards your lips again, continuing his tongue work for you. He snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You slipped out the stool, on your top toes. Your chest pressing against his, you could feel his heart beat. You could smell his shampoo, his cologne. All of it filled your brain. Your body felt like some sort of electric current connecting with his as soon as skin touched skin. You draped your arms around his neck, realizing just how touch starved you actually were.
He had been pumping life into you and sucking it out at the same time. His large hot hands began running up and down the exposed back skin of your dress.
"Jump." He barely broke the kiss whilst ordering you.
You hopped best you could, and his hands found the back of your knees. You wrapped your legs around his torso before feeling large hot hands cup your ass cheeks. Your dress riding up this far was inevitable, but you couldn’t help but let out a small yelp when he clutched your butt like that.
He pulled away from the kiss for a moment, “Are you gonna make cute sounds like that the whole time?”
“Are you gonna keep making commentary about it?” You mulled.
He squeezed your butt again, this time smacking the left side. “Only if you want me to.”
“You’ve been making these cute little noises the whole night. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, it’s driving me nuts.” He adds, spinning you away from where you both had been standing.
You couldn’t say anything, and with him being so close you could only pan your glance else where.
“And blushing so hard just like that. It’s precious.” He cocked his head in the direction you looked away from him in.
“Can you go back to kissing me?” You requested, a feeble attempt to get him to stop talking about your flushed cheeks.
“So cute.” He cooed.
“It’s actually more unfair how good looking you are, you know that?” You managed to say.
He stuck his tongue out, shooting a wink at you.
You eagerly kissed him, taking his tongue into your mouth. He let out a low moan against your lips. You were suddenly eager to please him, you tightened you legs around him, grinding almost. You felt him walking through the condo space. His tongue took control again, swirling around yours. You were lost in his kiss when your back connected with cool fabric. He laid you down on the bed, your small body sinking into the fluff.
“I’m about to spoil you rotten.” He sat up above you, removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor. He was fitter than you expected. Pale skin with hues of pink here and there. You wondered what his skin routine was. Or maybe it was genetics? It was a bit nerve-racking. He seemed to be this perfect human being, physically speaking.
He lowered himself to your neck, putting his hot mouth against your skin. He sucked at the soft skin, nipping it with his teeth. He cupped one of your breasts, squeezing and massaging firmly. You were ecstatic he was finally touching you. As you rubbed your hand against his smooth chest his tongue found your sweet spot. You whined again, earning a hum from him.
You felt him drag his mouth down your neck resting sweet kisses between your mounds.
“May I?” He asked, tugging the bottom of your dress. You nodded. You sat up, pulling the thing off yourself.
“Getting impatient I see.” He said, passing his thumb over your chin.
“Hurry it up.” You roll your eyes again.
“Maybe I want our first time to be special.” He teased.
“I didn’t pin you as the sentimental type.” You say.
“I’m a man of mysteries, but you know that already.” He said, pressing his lips to yours again.
Your hands gently held the sides of his head, kissing him back. His hair was undeniably soft as silk. He broke away from your mouth, kissing your collarbone instead. His large hands took to your breasts again, exposing one of your nipples to the cool air. They were already hard and swelling to be touched.
He placed his wet mouth onto it, sucking and flicking his tongue against the thing. You were squirming beneath him. Aching to be stimulated else where, your underwear was damp from your core, pooling between your legs.
He wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you slightly while he sucked. Your placed your hands on the back of his head, almost patting him for doing so well. You whimpered softly, attempting to grind against him to give yourself some sort of stimulation down there.
“I’ve got you, baby. You’ll get all of it. Be a good girl and hold out for me.” He said, looking up at you. You wish you could’ve watched the slick words fall from his lips, but you couldn’t see them under your breasts.
You gave him a bashful nod. You were beginning to melt under his touch. You didn’t know what came over you, but you were ready to submit to him. Your needy and throbbing pussy was draining the bratty energy right out of you. He hadn’t done much, but you were ready to do whatever he asked of you.
You felt him unhook your bra whilst he sucked and massaged your mounds. The fabric slid off your body as he mumbled against your skin. “So sexy.”
“You’re the sexy one.” You told him, knowingly feeding his ego.
“Thank you.” He said proudly, setting you down flat again. You watched him trail his lips down your stomach, leaving kisses in some places” He was feathering and brushing his lips on the skin more than actually kissing it, just to tease you.
He placed his fingers under the hem of your underwear, pulling them down and exposing your sweet sex. Your wetness dribbled onto the bed as he slid the fabric down your thighs and past your ankles.
“Are you this wet all the time?” You watched him cock an eyebrow through his bangs. You bit your lip.
“You talk too much.” You turned your head.
“You think so?” He said, spreading your legs and dipping his head towards your sex. He split your sticky, wet folds with two fingers, exposing your clit and pressing the flat of his tongue against it in an upward flick.
“Mmm.. nnh...” You moan, showing him that you liked it.
He hummed back at you before pressing a kiss to your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue over it. He pulled you down towards the edge of the bed, mouth still buried onto you. One arm wrapped around your body, hand cradling your rib cage. His other hand pinning one of your legs as far back as he thought you could manage.
“Ahh... fuck.. ah...” You cursed. You wondered where he learned to eat pussy like that. You were trembling in his arms, raking your hands through his hair and undercut.
He slipped a finger into you, curling against the roof of your sex, causing your spine to curl in response. You let out a cracked and broken moan, much to his liking.
He inserted another finger into you, allowing more slick to collect onto his hand and into the bed. He was so good, you sat up with the bit of strength you had just to watch him eat it. His deep, azure ocean eyes were resting on your frame the whole time, waiting for you to cum.
“Just like that...” Your eyes rolled back, you were reaching your end. You started clenching around his fingers and throbbing against his tongue.
“G’head. Cum for me.” He parted his lips from your sex for only a second, flicking and sliding his fingers in and out of you.
Your body obeyed, releasing onto his hands and tongue. He kept at it, overstimulating you as he watched you ride out your orgasm.
When he finally ripped his fingers and tongue from you, you were a panting mess.
“I’ve got a lot more for you.” You watched him lick the slick from his fingers. He towered above your body, tilting his to the side before speaking again.
“But do you need to rest?” He seemed genuinely concerned for your weak body. He almost thought he should’ve held back a little. Maybe just the tongue would’ve been fine, he thought.
“I’m fine.” You say, partially dazed. He’s definitely something else, you think.
“We can keep going.” You sit up, pushing him backwards.
“Pants. Take them off.” You demand.
“Anything you say.” He’s delighted, unbuckling and stripping the rest of his clothes for you. Your eyes twitch at his size. He was part animal without question- he had to be. You’d seen your share of sizes, but you couldn’t humble this guy even if you tried.
“Are you kidding me,” you mutter. “Is there anything you don’t have?”
“I hate to break it to you, but no.” He complacently smiled. You found yourself laughing a little before he spoke again.
“Actually, a wife and kids,” he said, turning towards one of his dressers, digging inside.
“And frankly, I’d like to keep it that way.” He said, ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth. You watched him slide the rubber over and down his shaft.
“That’s a little disappointing...” the words fell from your lips without you realizing.
“Again, eventually. I’d like to start off with a girlfriend first, obviously.” His response triggered a mental face palm on your part, making you realize you’d said what you said out loud.
You felt like a teenage girl. Why did a little part of you decide he was husband material just from him eating you out? He’s still a stranger. A naked one, but a stranger.
“You’re adorable.” He said, climbing above you. “You’ve got a crush on me now?”
“Get to fucking.” You tugged at his ear, clearly agitated. He dipped his head towards your ear and whispered,
“That’s okay. I’ve got a crush on you, too.”
The urge to cover your face in embarrassment was strong. He chuckled, “it definitely should be crime for anyone to be this precious.”
“You’re making my heart squeeze, looking all cute like that.” He took hold of his member in his hand, pressing and sliding it through your wet folds.
“Alright, I’ve made you wait long enough.” He said, penetrating himself into you. Your hot sex slowly wrapped around his length, you wrapped your arms around him bracing yourself for the sharp pain that followed. You let out painful squeak.
“Oh shit- I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He shushed you. He pressed soft kisses to your cheeks and neck. You were surprised at how tender he was being. His delicate side was seeping out at the seams.
“I’m okay... Just give me a moment.” You say, your heart skipped a beat as you adjusted to his size. He caressed you ears and kept giving you soft kisses on your face and neck.
“If you keep that up I might fall in love with you.” You tease, but apart of you meant it.
“You might.” He said, earning yet another bashful look from you.
“You can move now.” You assured him, nuzzling more into the bed. He braced his hips back before pumping in again, and again, and again.
He kept poking parts of your vaginal canal that you never even thought possible, like he was scratching this insatiable itch you had for years now. You never knew you could feel this full.
His lips connected to the skin underneath your ear, sucking and kissing you gently as he thrusted into your hot sex.
“..so... d-deep... it’s so... deep.” You stuttered through every jab at your core. The heat radiating off of your body felt hot enough to start a fire. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought you had a fever. You raked your fingers through the smooth of his undercut and combed through his hair as he fucked you.
“Why the fuck is it so wet?” He groaned into the crook of you neck. Your other arm wrapped around his back, trying so hard not to scratch his delicate skin. You didn’t want to hurt him, nonetheless you couldn’t tell if he’d be okay with it.
Your sweet moans filled the room, which took nicely to his ears. His hips bucked into you quicker, causing ripples of bliss throughout your body. Somehow, your toes were tingling, curling even, and you could feel pleasure in more places than just the center of your sex. You barely knew what to do with your hands, gripping the sheets and pillows around you.
“You can pull my hair if you want,” he said, lifting himself from the warm space he created between your neck and shoulder.
You gladly accepted, pulling some hair on the back of his head as he continued to thrust into you. You realized he sort of lead you on, giving you the match to start a fire in him. He shot you the most seductive blue glare as his head jerked back in delight. He bit his lip into a smile, thrusting faster into you.
Your moans went from sweet song to broken and incoherent mess. “T-That’s not f-fair.”
“When did I ever say I was fair?”
You felt like he was winning again somehow, not really registering when it became a competition. You wanted to fight back, pulling his hair again, exposing his neck to your mouth. You pressed your mouth to the skin, sucking and biting against it.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that, sweetie?”
He slipped both arms around your body pulling both your bodies up straight. He was still inside you, rocking your body onto his length. He brought his lips back to your neck, sucking and biting against it.
“Ahh...” you panted. “F-fuck, put me down!”
“You’re gonna cum just like this.” He said, bouncing your body up and down his shaft. You didn’t think he could go any deeper, but gravity brought you down onto his length, forcing heavy moans from your lips.
You were lost in his sex, finding yourself bucking your hips back onto his length and grinding forward against him.
“What a sweet girl, you like that, right? Of course you do.”
You felt yourself reaching another orgasm, and your grinding became erratic against him.
“Yeah that’s right, grind on it baby.”
You released yourself onto him, leaning forward over his shoulders, panting heavily.
You were surprised when he laid you back down for a moment, watching him pin both your legs back and over his shoulders.
“Let’s see if you can take it like this.”
He pumped himself into yet again, earning a ragged moan from your frail self. You could feel him so deep in your guts, you were getting light headed from the overwhelming pleasure. You braced yourself for each thrust as he pounded into you. You juices were splashing with every plunge he made. He sat up, before speaking.
“Hold the back of your legs for me, baby.” He said, watching himself pump into your sopping cunt.
“Such a pretty pussy.” If there was anything Satoru adored most, it had to be watching his partner from an angle like that. He took his thumb and held it to your mouth.
“Suck,” he pressed it to your lips; waiting for you to open your mouth while he fucked you. You let him put his thumb in your mouth while he held your jaw with his large hand. You swirled your tongue around it before he pulled it away and mouthed a ‘thank you’ at you. He placed the slick thumb against your clit for you and rubbed in circles while he pumped.
You squealed in delight, finding yourself starting to beg him to make you cum again.
“I will honey,” he grinned, “I will.”
Your arms and legs were weak from being pinned back, falling to his sides. You had just enough strength to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down towards you again, connecting his mouth with yours. You begged for his tongue, moaning against his lips.
“Fuck..” he mumbled into your mouth. You clenched yourself around him. He could feel himself nearing his orgasm but he had promised to spoil you first. It was getting harder for him to fight back the urge to release.
Your clit was throbbing, and you were dribbling a bit at the mouth. He pulled your bottom lip into his, sucking hard. You couldn’t hold it any longer.
“You’re cumming again, aren’t you? Moan my name for me, pretty please?”
The pace of his thrusts didn’t falter, giving you the final orgasm you so desperately deserved. You screamed his name, voice cracking whilst he battered your pussy.
Your voice was hoarse, riding your orgasm out as he approached his. It was enough to send him over the edge, satiating his ego and so much more. You’re throbbing erratically, and all he could feel was his cock being gulped swallowed by you. He shuddered against your lips, releasing himself into the rubber he wore inside you.
He collapsed beside you. Your brain was cloudy from pleasure. You watched his chest rise and fall as he peered and panted back at you, holding his member in his hand. He slid the condom off and tossed it to the floor.
You were alarmed he was still hard. You could barely move, hips gyrating and insides throbbing a muck. Trying your best to gather your thoughts, you turned your body towards him.
“Will I be getting my review now or later?” He snickered, damp bangs sticking to his forehead. You took hold of the nearest pillow, and slammed it onto his face.
“Later I presume?” He laughs. “I’ll give you time to think it over.”
You would be thinking about it for while. It wasn’t often you’d meet someone who delivered on everything they said they’d do. It was uncanny how perfect he was. Could you fall for him because of it? Or should you keep your qualms to yourself and try to forget everything about tonight? And now that you remembered, he told you he had a crush on you, or was he egging you on in the spur of the moment?
“Do you want a t-shirt?” He asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. He had already managed to get some underwear on while you laid there lost in thought.
“A t-shirt?” You say, puzzled. Your arms go to cover your bare chest as you sit up, hair completely messy.
“I’m kind of tired. I thought I could drive you home in the morning instead.” He yawned, pulling on some sweat pants.
“You’re not kicking me out?” You say, catching the shirt he tossed you as he tied the strings to his pants.
“Just what do you take me for?” He said, cocking his head to the side. You were starting to wonder if his neck hurt. You watched him bend down and pull out what seemed like a hot towel from an incubator and hand it to you.
“I can wipe you up if you’d like. Front to back!”
“I’ve got it.” You say nervously, wiping the insides of your damp thighs.
You slid the gray t-shirt over your head, “And I dunno, I just thought this is where the night would end for me.”
“Sweetie, I literally just told you that I like you. Did you forget?”
“Y-You were serious?” You stutter.
“Did you not want me to be?” He casually walks towards a mini fridge sitting in the corner. He pulled out two more bottles of water and handed one to you whilst drinking his own.
“It’s not that at all, it’s just we hardly know each other and-
“So you do like me?” He quizzed.
“I mean I wouldn’t say that I don’t but-
“So we can work out the details later.” He grinned.
You facepalmed. He looked down at you as you sat there on the edge of the bed before letting out a sigh.
“Why don’t you drink some water and then we can get ready for bed? Unless you really want to go home. I’ll drive you. Tell me what you want, it’s no problem at all.” He kneeled in front of you, showing you that he did have compassionate side.
You couldn’t lie, you did want to lay in bed with him. It wasn’t a matter of trust anymore. You felt confident that he wouldn’t hurt you. You were more concerned that he decided he liked you on the spot like that. Actually, you were more concerned that you decided you liked him on the spot like that.
“I’m staying. I’m tired too.” You smiled. “I wasn’t trying to fuss. I do like you a lot.” A little more than you should, but you decided to leave that part out.
“Then that settles it.” He smiles back, holding your chin. “Now, it’s important to stay hydrated! Especially after a work out!”
He held the water up to your mouth.
“I can do it myself.” You say, grabbing the water out of his hands, taking a few swigs. He holds up his hands in defense.
“Well, the bathroom is down the hall to the left. You can also use my personal bathroom, which is through that door right there. I also have spare tooth brushes too!” He assured you.
“So you do do this often. Hmph.” You say, laying back on the bed.
“Girls have it rough. I try my best to have the necessities.” He shrugged, laying beside you. Your eyes drag down towards his bare chest skin before looking right back up towards his eyes.
“I can also go sleep in the other room if you need more security.” He suggests.
“I was looking forward to sleeping with you in here.” You say quietly.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
You glared at him, acknowledging that you know that he heard you and you wouldn’t repeat yourself.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He laughed. He tucked himself underneath the covers before lifting the other side and patting the empty space for you.
You crawled up and slid underneath the cool fabric. He reached over your body to turn the lights off.
He snuggled himself down to your height and you could still faintly see his face.
“Comfy?” You nodded shyly. His bed was undeniably firm yet fluffy.
“Good.” He smiled.
He’d been so kind yet so arrogant at the same time. Just how were you going to figure him out? He said there was time to work out the details, but your head still spun a thousand miles a minute. For someone who had it all, and clearly many secrets, he was seemingly cheery. You had no idea what bothered this guy. But he’d taken a liking to you somehow. And you couldn’t stop blushing at the fact that he literally just fucked you senseless and now he’s smiling at you in his bed like nothing happened.
You inhaled and exhaled deeply, earning a confused look from him.
“10/10 oral experience. 10/10 sexual experience. 10/10 aftercare experience. 8.5/10 for not giving me pants. Overall rating is 9.6/10. Would come again.”
“You could’ve asked for pants,” He smirked getting up. You tugged his arm, shaking your head.
“You’re gonna let all the heat out. Stay.”
“But my score? I deserve a 10/10.” He argued playfully.
You wrapped your arm around him, pulling him back down underneath the blanket with you.
“Here’s your extra credit. Cuddle with me until the morning. It might change your grade.
Results may vary.”
He laughed lightly, wrapping his arms around your body.
“About that ‘would come again’ part. When will that be?” He said, looking down at you.
“Soon.” You said, burying your head into his chest.