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You are a dignified young professor of biology to a class of motivated college students at a prestigious university. Satoru, your equal in brilliance, is also a part of the science department– he teaches physics. You two, over time, developed respect for each other that stemmed from curiosity about the other’s intellect, eventually becoming infatuation, then becoming love. You were currently in a relationship with your intellectual rival, and it was both thrilling and frustrating.
Sitting at your desk in your university office, you read an article on recent developments in cancer treatment using bacteria. Interesting. I wonder what Satoru might think of it . You smirk, hearing his self-assured idiocy. “Well, what does it matter? While you read articles on treatments that take alllll of infinity to make, I’m here teaching students to create rockets and discover in the here and now!” His absurd voice gave you a headache. And yet, you had to respect him as your equal when you considered his brilliance in physics. You felt challenged to be met by someone with similar intellect to you. But it was nice knowing someone close to your age in a department where everyone was always over thirty.
There was no denying, however, that he was terribly cocky and irritating sometimes. The first time you met, it took everything you had to remain cordial. But you succeeded– albeit, not without revealing some of your ire along the way…
You were sitting with your friends, other fellows of the science department. After the expansion of the physics program, a space opened for a new physics class. The new professor’s first day is today, and lunchtime was when you were going to see him for the first time. You had only heard whispers about him from students. “He’s as young as you, doctor,” “I’ve heard that he’s so handsome… but that he’s a player too.” “Doctor, you think you’d want hi-” You had tuned them out at that point, not wanting to hear any more. Why was there so much talk about him, anyways? He was just another professor…
The door to the staff lunch room opened, and through it stepped a tall, handsome man with snowy white hair and brilliant eyes. He wore a simple white button-up and long black slacks. There was no mistake about his age, either. He was in his twenties, young as you… and no doubt just as brilliant. He looked around the room curiously, looking for somewhere to sit. He saw you– perhaps noting your youth– sitting amongst your colleagues, and strode in your direction.
“Ah, it’s so nice seeing someone my age here! I thought I was going to be stuck as the youngest here,” he said with a self-assured grin. It irked you. You put it aside for now, mildly interested in who he was. A professor? So young? It can’t be.
“Yeah, it’s a first for me too. What’s your name?”
“I’m Dr. Satoru Gojo, but you can just call me Satoru!” Upon closer look, he wasn’t just handsome, he was gorgeous. His eyes were striking. You swear you see sapphires– no, the entire ocean in them, framed by long white lashes. His hair is so white too, it looks so soft… God, no, you don’t want to deal with a whirlwind of emotions for a man who is out of your league.
You force words out of your mouth, donning a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Satoru. Are you a professor here?”
“Yep! I’m the new physics professor,” his voice took on a smug tone, obviously proud of himself.
“That’s wonderful. Are you liking it here?” Once again, you were irked at his cockiness, but you ignored it.
“It pairs perfectly with my research initiative from when I was studying for my PhD. I just went to a conference last week, and talked about my new research for my industry.” Once again, he sounded so infuriatingly cocky. His voice got on your nerves. And now he was trying to show off? You were slowly getting more and more irritated… But, his brilliance was attractive.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. It would be terrible if you hated your job from the get-go,” you laugh amicably. “Would you like to take a seat?” You pray he says no, so you can move on with your life, pretend this confusing interaction never happened.
Satoru pulls up a chair and sits, much to your chagrin. Even worse, your friends are staring at you with that amused look in their eyes… You wanted out. You heard a cocky voice say, “Oh, I never asked who you are. What’s your name?”
Damnit. You introduce yourself briefly, mentioning that you teach biology.
His eyes lit up in amusement. “How basic.”
“Excuse me?”
“I could learn that in high school.”
“Unfortunately not, high school doesn’t offer biology to the college-level. It’s why I graduated early and went to Stanford to learn it. It was helpful, anyways. It helped me earn my Nobel nomination for neuroscientific research, so…” You put your hands up in an “I don’t know” motion nonchalantly. Two could play at the bragging game.
You saw the cockiness dissolve from his features, a neutral expression appearing on his face. “Ah, I see. I went to Harvard for physics, so I understand where you’re coming from.” He loses this time. Well, that’s to be expected. It’d be hard to beat a Nobel nomination.
Perhaps you two could learn to respect each other. Maybe even become friends.
– (✿) –
You and Satoru Gojo became much more than friends. In a year, you became lovers. Something you thought never would happen.
Of course, this didn’t take the mischievous aspect of your relationship out of the picture– in fact, it multiplied in the last year. Satoru would go as far as to interrupt your class during his free period, just to tease you. Students loved him. You hated it.
“...And this is how oxygen diffuses across a cell membrane. Any questions?” You asked the students in front of you in the large class. You scanned the room for raised hands, and noticed some heads were turned towards the door. You glanced in that direction, just to see Satoru standing there, grinning. You sighed internally. “Hey Satoru. What do you need?”
“Nothing, just watching your lecture,” his voice took on a teasing lilt. “Very fascinating, you know. Just sooo wonderful. You wouldn’t mind if I watched from a bit closer, hm?”
You furrowed an eyebrow as he started walking towards you. “I have a class to teach, Satoru. Couldn’t you find a better time than this?” Satoru ignored your question, still approaching. You smiled tightly. “A seat is right there, and the door is even closer. You may leave if you have nothing important to discuss.” Satoru’s grin turned evil now, standing right in front of you. “No, I think I’ll stay right here.”
You stared at him darkly. He stared right back, challenging you.
“Leave.”
“No.”
“I insist.”
“How kind of you.”
The class was tittering, enjoying banter that you found the opposite of amusing. “Satoru, why are you even here?”
“To enjoy your teaching, of course.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Fine, I’m here to tell you that physics has had a major breakthrough! We did something important… unlike a certain someone’s field.” He was making fun of how long it takes to make a breakthrough in biology– making a new medicine takes years, and often only cures symptoms, not the disease.
“Not funny.”
Satoru’s eyes gleamed.
“Like you!”
The class made a collective “ooooh” sound.
“Get out.” You turned off your microphone. “Get the fuck out of my classroom.”
“ Oooh , so scary,” he laughed. But he seemed to realize he went too far, so he backed off. “I have to go now. Toodles, wonderful students!” And as quickly as he came, he left the lecture hall.
You finished the lesson and concluded it, then the students filed out of class. You sat at your desk, finishing grading for the day. You tried to put off the earlier interaction, but the last conversation continued to bother you. He insulted your field, then insulted you. Maybe the latter would have been tolerable, but insulting valuable research bothered you. All the time, the people, the patients involved, how could he just laugh at it? On top of that, insulting you? You knew you weren’t a comedian, but did he really have to say so? In front of your students?
You groaned. This was getting on your nerves, and completing your work seemed out of the picture when you couldn’t even focus on it. Just then, you heard a ding from your phone. A text from Satoru.
Satoru: wya
You groaned again. You were staying at his place tonight because your house was in a power outage. Some idiot driver decided to crash into a telephone pole, and now it was going to be a day until power returns. You texted him back. omw . You powered off your computer and began walking.
– (✿) –
You settled into the second bedroom of his big house quickly, then went over to the living room, where Satoru was. He turned towards you, his eyes lighting up. “My love!” he called, a playful lilt in his tone.
You roll your eyes. “It’s been ten minutes.” “Ten minutes too many, love,” he replies, getting up to hug you. You hug him back, enjoying the coziness of his embrace.
“Hmm…,” he hums, then says quietly, “I love you.”
You smile. “What brought this on all of a sudden?”
“What I said earlier was insensitive. I’m sorry.” You’re caught in surprise as you realize what he was saying. Then, an idea awoke in your head. A twinkle of mischief lit your eyes as you said, “I don’t forgive you, you need to pay me for it.”
“You want money?” Satoru seemed confused. “Well… okay.”
You extract yourself from the hug. “Not money. Revenge. Follow me.” You grab his hand and tug him towards the main bedroom. He complies, his brow furrowed. You enter the bedroom with him, then lead him towards the large bed in the center of the room. He sits on the edge of the bed.
“What’re you doing?”
“Wrists out.”
He extends his arms in front of him, wrists together, hands in relaxed fists. “Oh, I get what you’re doing.” An amused expression appears on his face. “ Revenge, was it?”
You slip silver handcuffs onto his wrists, a click sounding as you lock them. You caressed his cheek gently, contradicting the sadistic look in your eyes. “Just sit back and relax… I promise I won’t hurt you.” You push him onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress with a thud . Holding his wrists above his head, you hover over him.
Satoru only looked entertained. “And why are you doing this in particular? Did you not like the other times I fucked you with these cuffs on? Are you mad , love?”
“...” You glared at him darkly.
“But I recall you begging for more, hm? ‘Satoru, please, please…’ Oh, love, it was so cute, you kn-” You slap him. His head whipped to the side, a cry of pain escaping him. His shit-eating grin was replaced with an expression of shock. “Did… did you just slap me?” Pleased, you admired the rare streak of non-self-assured emotion on Satoru’s face. You said, “I’ll do it again if you don’t shut up.”
Satoru seems lost for words. After a moment, he smiles again, the entertained sparkle in his eyes returning. “My safe word is pineapple juice, okay?”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” You roll your eyes. Pineapple juice? Ridiculous. Your focus returns back to the man right in front of you. Satoru Gojo, finally at your mercy. You liked that. A lot. And you were going to take advantage of every whimper you could get out of him.
– (✿) –
Satoru’s shirt lay ripped on the floor, his pants and underclothes strewn on the floor alongside it. You hadn’t intended to damage Satoru’s shirt, but the handcuffs meant you had no other way– much to his chagrin. “You didn’t have to rip my clothes!” he whined. You sighed. He had several of the exact same white button-up shirts. Satoru was just being dramatic, as always. “You have, like, a million of these. You’re fine.” Your eyes narrowed. “Now, focus on me. I plan to take this very slowly.”
He obeyed with a relaxed smirk. His eyes tracked your movement, just as you asked. “Good boy,” you praise him. His eyes widened in surprise. You could’ve sworn he shivered. “Full of surprises today, aren’t you?” he breathed. Ignoring him, you caress his cheek, thumb swiping over his cheek slowly, watching as one of his sea-like eyes closed, then opened as you moved your fingers down his neck, then a finger down his torso, dragging it down sensually. His back instinctively arched into your touch, a gasping breath escaping his mouth. You smiled, “You’re so sensitive… all for me? Hmm?”
Satoru stared at you with hungry eyes. “More, love, it feels so good.” You narrowed your eyes, a malicious grin painting your features. “Is it, now? I’ll do what I want, when I want,” you say, tracing a lazy circle on the smooth skin of his chest ever-so-slowly. He made a whining sound. “Bu-”
“Shut up and don’t complain, Satoru. You brought this upon yourself.”
He opened his mouth to complain again, but you caught him in a kiss before he could speak. He seemed to be trying to gain some semblance of control, his brows aggressively furrowed, his eyes squinting, his wrists pushing against your hands, trying desperately to gain purchase against the submission he was not at all used to. You took it all hungrily, pushing him farther into the bed. Eventually, you pulled away, panting. He was also panting– more heavily than you because he expended energy on struggling against you. A faint dusting of pink painted his pale cheeks. “Relax, Satoru. I bet you liked it more than you want to admit.” He glared at you like a petulant child. “Shut up.”
Irritation flashed across your face. “Watch your mouth or I’ll make this worse for you.” Satoru pouted, but kept his silence. So he does have some sense after all. You dragged a tentative finger up his torso, to his chest, circling around his nipple, then pinching it. Satoru bit his lip. Moving farther down the bed, you lowered your head to lick and suck the other nipple while fondling the other. Satoru let out a soft moan. You switch to the other nipple, biting down. Satoru gasped, then weakly mumbled, “This isn’t fair, I wanna touch you too, love.” You smiled against his chest, moving up the bed into his neck. “Life’s not fair, Satoru.” You bite his neck, sucking against the skin until you were sure it would leave a bruise. Satoru cried out in pained pleasure, his eyes looking desperate. “Love, uncuff me.” You chuckled, continuing to leave bites all over his body. “You’re not in the position to be making demands.”
“Love.” His eyes darkened and you were almost afraid.
“No.” You shook off your apprehension. He was cuffed anyways, so what could he do?
“ Love. ” A flash of anger.
“I won’t uncuff you, so stop complaining.”
Satoru’s eyes narrowed.
“ Love. ” You got the suspicion that you were reaching closer to a line that you never should have tried to touch.
“No-” Satoru moved in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, you were under him. Before you could even get a word out. A moment later, you hear a familiar click on your wrists. The handcuffs? When did he take them off? How? “H…huh?”
Satoru grinned. “Well, well, well, how the tables turn.” You gaped at him. “How?” He chuckled. “I’ll keep that to myself, love. Now, where were we?” You gripped the bedsheet in a desperate attempt to stop him from throwing you around again, but it proved futile when he flipped you like a pillow. You were flat on your stomach now, wrists cuffed and resting above your head. Satoru grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back painfully, eliciting a yelp of pain from you. “Satoru, that hurts!” “Shh, love, I didn’t say that when you slapped me, did I?” he spoke in a low, dangerous tone. How long had it been since you’d heard him speak like that? Enough to wonder, it seems. You had crossed a line you shouldn’t have. Realizing this, you were suddenly intimate to the peril that the situation posed. You searched for a chance to escape, but your thoughts are immediately interrupted when you hear a sharp slap, pain exploding across your ass. You gasp in pain, flinching into the bed. “Answer me when I speak, love,” hissed Satoru. “I–I… yes, Satoru,” you say gingerly.
“Hm?”
“...Sir.”
“Good girl.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes.
You couldn’t figure out if you were turned on or absolutely terrified. Satoru released your hair, your head hitting the bed with a thud . In the short moment when Satoru wasn’t gripping you, you catapulted yourself forward on your hands, and made a move to clamber off of the other side of the bed. Your hands were off of the bed when you felt Satoru’s hand wrap around your ankle and aggressively yank you back. “ Tsk . Oh, love, what will I do with you?” he sighed, feigning disappointment.
The feeling of impending peril worsened. In hindsight, you should’ve guessed that this would happen, and now you were absolutely doomed. Recognizing that you had no picture of what that doom could look like made it all the more scary. You swallowed nervously, peeking at him. You saw the dark look in his eyes, turning them from an oceanic panorama to foreboding sapphires. Satoru caught your eye and sneered. You shuddered and looked forward again.
Satoru reached for your hips and gripped them firmly. “Hips up,” he said, tugging your lower half up. You adjusted to his demands, your ass in the air, the rest of your body leaning into the bed. You felt growing humiliation, the position leaving you feeling far too exposed. Satoru seemed to notice this. He didn’t hold back the smug tone in his voice when he said, “Feeling embarrassed?” You mumbled a “yes,” probably expressing it outwardly more than you would like.
“Good. Now, what’s your opinion on pain?” he asked. A hand slid down your hips to grip your ass. You shivered. It was strangely pleasurable not being able to see what he was doing, only feeling his movements on your body.
“Excuse me?” Pain? What’s he planning?
“You heard me.”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Regardless, you’re facing consequences whether you like it or not.”
You stared at the mattress under you, perplexed.
“Count for me. Just ten, but if you miss one, I’m adding five.” he spoke in a firm voice.
“What are yo- AGH-” you gasp in pain, feeling a sharp explosion of pain on your ass. “What… Did you just…?” You panted, a throbbing sensation on your bottom.
“Count. If you miss a number, I’m adding more.”
“ One ,” you say faintly. You tense, anticipating another spank. Satoru noticed your muscles stiffen and paused. “Relax your body. You’re too tense.” You reluctantly relax your muscles. Immediately, another slap lands hard on your other cheek. The painful sensation elicits momentary pleasure. A moan shamefully slips out of your mouth. Satoru grins. “Is my little slut enjoying getting spanked?” You bite your lip and whisper, “ Two. ”
“Don’t be shy, love. Are you enjoying it?” he teases. You say, “No, sir,” not wanting to give him something to use against you.
“Oh no, love, are you lying to me?” he asks, amused. “Well, we’ll see. Your body will confess anyways.” He lifts his hand and lands another sharp slap. You let out a strangled moan, fists clenching around the sheet under you. Panting, you utter a strained, “ Three. ” Satoru notices your exhaustion and pauses.
“Love,” he coos, “You’re doing so well.” Pressing your face into the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut, you whimper, humiliated. Satoru is mildly irritated when he pulls your head up, tugging on your hair. “Stop hiding.”
You whined, hating to be exposed. “I…” your voice weakened. “...sorry.”
Thankfully, Satoru is merciful when he lets go of your hair with only a sigh. You sigh too when your head relaxes on the bed– though in relief, not frustration. You tense as you realize he is about to spank you for the fourth time. “W-wait sir- AGH- ” You shriek as a particularly hard hit lands across your ass. Tears prick your eyes as you reel from the pain. Your voice cracks as you say a diminutive “ four. ”
You get only a moment of reprieve. Then sobs rack your body.
– (✿) –
“Eight,” you say, crying as you beg, “ Sir, please, no more, ”
You suck in a breath. “ I’m- I’m sorry, please… ”
Tears slide down your cheeks.
“ Please, sir, ” you beg desperately.
Satoru leaned down to nip at your ear. You whined.
“ I won’t do it again, I promise, please, have mercy, please… ”
Finally, he spoke. “No.”
Your stomach sank. “ Sir, please. ” Your voice cracked. “ Forgive me, please. ”
“No, love, I don’t forgive you.” He whispered.
“ No, no, no, no- ” Satoru flips you over onto your back. You cry out in protest, “Sir!” Satoru places a hand on your cheek, caressing your face. His thumb swipes over a stray tear. “Love, you’ll take everything I give you like a good girl, right?” You nod weakly, helpless. He hums in approval, then leans down for a kiss. You melt into his lips submissively– it seems you’re putty in his hands, no matter what he does.
He bit your bottom lip, tugging at it. Your mouth opened, his tongue immediately clashing with yours. Passionately, Satoru kissed you while his hand lifted from your cuffed wrists, fingers sliding down your arm, resting at your hip. In the back of your head, a thought read, Freedom. but your hands didn’t move an inch.
Satoru parted from your lips, both of you panting. That moment was the sole one of reprieve before he lifted his head, body straightening to a kneeling position in front of you. His eyes hungrily traced the curves of your body, finally resting between your legs.
Satoru took your thighs and opened your legs. You yelped and tried to close them again. “That’s embarrassin-” “I don’t give a fuck , love.” Satoru’s tone held a stark warning in it– you heeded it instantly, any protests dying off. He pushed your legs back into position and ran his hands along your thighs.
In the moment of quiet, his eyes seemed to soften while looking at you. “You’re so beautiful, love,” Satoru said tenderly. “So perfect, so mine .” His eyes traced your figure once more, as if seeing it for the first time. As if unbelieving that he was beholding your beauty. Your heart swelled at the sight of his love. “Thank you, Satoru,” you say. His smile reached his eyes. “I love you.” He admired you for a moment longer, then his eyes took on a dark glint once again as he returned to the moment.
“Now, where were we?” His grin was malicious as he watched you squirm under him uncomfortably like a mouse under her predator’s eye. “You look so scared of me, love. C’mon, you know I don’t bite too much.” You whisper, “Please be gentle.” Satoru chuckles. “No, darling, you don’t get that privilege.” His hand moved from your thigh and lifted your leg over his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your ankle, then one on your calf, then right above your knee.
His lips grazed your inner thigh as he pressed two fingers to your clit, slowly rubbing circles around it. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you gave in to the pleasure. “Just like that, love,” Satoru praised.
Continuing to rub your clit, he leaned down to bite your inner thigh. You cried out, to which he responded by licking the bite soothingly. His focus shifted from your legs to your pussy. “So wet, love,” he said, still rubbing circles around your bud. You made a shy sound, unable to think past the pleasure well enough to comment. Your brain started going fuzzy, and you unconsciously grinded against his hand.
You should have expected it when he removed his hand from your clit. But you whined anyway, dissatisfied. Satoru smiled. “What, love? Did this stop being a punishment?”
Satoru inserted two fingers inside of you. He smugly watched your back arch in pleasure, your hands clenching the bedsheets, as he pumped his fingers rapidly. Desperately, you pleaded for him not to stop. You heard a condescending laugh. “That’s all you’re good for, huh? Just a little fucktoy, begging her master to cum?”
You hated yourself for nodding.
He curled his fingers and delicious pleasure electrified your body. You cried out his name, pleasure washing over you in waves as you finally reached your climax. His fingers continued moving, prolonging your orgasm.
Panting as you came down from your high, you watched Satoru suck your slick off his fingers. He groaned appreciatively at your taste.
“Oh… my god.” Your mouth fell open in disbelief. Satoru laughed at your disgruntled expression. “What, love? Wanna taste?”
You closed your mouth and scooted away(as best as you could with cuffed wrists). Satoru wiped his hand on a nearby towel and dragged you back. “Ah ah ah, I’m not done with you yet, darling.” Satoru kept one hand firmly planted on your hip as he positioned himself in front of your dripping pussy. You watched him with growing anticipation.
He plunged his cock inside you in a smooth motion. You cried out, your head falling back against the bed. He mercifully gave you a moment to adjust to his size as your cunt clenched and unclenched around him, the burn of the stretch slowly subsiding. “You’re so tight, love,” he groaned. Satoru began to thrust into you, setting a steady pace. Your muscles tensed, your toes curled as he hit your sweet spot over and over again.
“Satoru,” you moaned his name over and over again, “ Satoru, too much, Satoru… ”
A low groan escaped the man’s lips at the sound of your sweet voice. He picked up the pace, his thrusts hitting harder, faster . Your brain turned to mush.
What was the jumble of words coming out of your mouth? You begged, you pleaded, you desperately cried for mercy, mercy, mercy .
Satoru cruelly whispered praise into your ear as you trembled under him helplessly. His hips slammed into you rapidly and forcefully, pushing your body up the bed with each thrust. His fingers dug into your thighs as he gripped them tightly. Satoru felt your walls clench around his cock. You were close. You were so fucking close.
Satoru commanded hoarsely, “Cum for me, love.” And as if crafted to be at his command, you shatter with a scream. Your body convulses in pleasure, your pussy pulsing around his cock as he continued fucking you through your second orgasm. Satoru’s face was beautiful right now. His eyebrows slightly furrowed, his sapphire eyes lost in pleasure. He was panting, and you could tell that he was close. You softly call his name between ragged breaths. Satoru’s eyes snap up to yours. Satoru loves how you look when you’re fucked out, and when he looks into your pleasure-clouded eyes– fuck, he can’t take it. His hips stutter as he reaches his own climax, burying his cock deep inside of you, filling you.
Satoru collapses on top of you. Both you and Satoru catch your breath, panting. You wiped your cheeks of tears with a hand, little tremors still going through your legs occasionally. “Wow… that was…” you trail off, still recovering from what just happened.
Satoru grinned and pushed himself off the bed. “Did you learn your lesson now?” You nod, a little teary. “I think my love deserves a reward for learning today. What do you think?” You sniff and muster quietly, “Whatever you say, sir.”
A proud smirk lights up his features. He says, “Good girl. You listen so well.” You hear a click, and the cold metal around your wrists gets lifted away. You’re still, staring at your unbound hands. You look up at him. Satoru says, “You’re free, love,” and kisses your forehead affectionately. “Now, let’s go wash off.”
Satoru steps away from the bed and faces you, holding a hand out. You crawl forward to the edge of the bed. When you try to stand, your legs suddenly go weak and you fall to the ground. You blink, surprised. Satoru laughs at you. “I really did a number on you, huh?” he asks, holding you by the waist firmly to steady you as you stumble to your feet. You glare at him. “Shut up.”
He chuckled. “I love you too, love.” Suddenly, he swept you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style. You yelped in surprise. “Let me take responsibility,” he said softly. He walked to the bathroom, kicking the door open. He gently placed you down so that you could sit on the edge of the bathtub while he filled it with warm water. As the tub filled, he pulled out a bath oil and poured it in as well, giving the bathroom a lilac scent. He checked the temperature of the water with his finger, then motioned for you to get in. You lowered yourself into the tub and sighed contently as the warm water relaxed your muscles. Satoru smiles and places an affectionate hand on your head. “Everything in here is yours to use, okay? Call me if you need anything.”
You nod and wash yourself off after he leaves. You relax in the water for a bit, then get out and wipe yourself with the towel. You wrap it around you, then go back to the bedroom to put on some pajamas. You see Satoru there, looking clean as well in pajamas. The room was also cleaned up, the sheets replaced. You look around curiously, wondering how it was all cleaned up so quickly. Satoru addressed your confusion. “I had the servants help clean up. Oh, here’s a set of pajamas.” He patted the space on the bed next to him.
You looked even more confused. “There’s nothing there.”
“Exactly.”
“...”
“Alright, here.” He gave you a set of clean pajamas to wear for the night. You rolled your eyes and took them from him. You took a few steps away, then turned to face him. You dropped the towel. Satoru gasped, his eyes focusing on your body like a laser. “Careful, I might just fuck you again if you’re not careful.”
You stick your tongue out at him and put on the pajamas. “It’s not my fault your house is so big. It’s such a hassle to walk all the way to my room when I could just change here.” He chuckled, watching your movements intently. After you slid on the soft clothing, you walked over and sat next to him. “Cuddle and sleep?” you ask. He replied huskily, “No, not really,” and pinned you to the bed.
It was going to be a very long night indeed.