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“You’re not gonna make me sleep in a crate like some kinky nightmare, are you?” you grumble.
He fake-gasps, pressing a hand to his chest. “Wow. I didn’t even think of the crate. But now that you mention it…”
“Satoru!”
“Fine, fine. No crate,” he laughs. “I just want your complete obedience for a day. You follow my rules, do what I say, and if you’re a good little pet for me… maybe I’ll give you a reward,” he teases with a grin.
You roll your eyes. “I hate you.”
Why were you stupid enough to think you could win a bet against Satoru Gojo? You really thought you could beat him in an obstacle course… you must’ve been completely out of your mind. And now you have to be his pet for a day.
He rummages around in his closet and pulls out a pink ribbon with a silver bell on it.
You wince. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a pretty collar for my pretty pet,” he teases, stepping behind you to tie the ribbon around your neck. He gives your shoulder a light pat and steps in front of you, looking you up and down.
“You ready to be walked?” he asks sweetly.
“Satoru, I swear to god—“
“Uh-uh,” he wags his finger at you, barely containing his laughter. “No backtalk, pet.”
The bell on your neck chimes when you let out a dramatic sigh. “I am not crawling around for you.”
“You really should stop giving me ideas,” he laughs.
“Don’t worry. I won’t make you do that,” he says, tilting his head at you like he’s picturing it. “But if you wanted to…”
“No,” you grumble, hands twitching.
He chuckles. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
Before you can snap back, he’s already walking toward the living room, gesturing for you to follow. You follow begrudgingly because the faster this humiliating punishment starts, the faster it ends.
He flops onto the couch and pats the spot on the floor between his knees.
“Sit.”
You blink. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You lost the bet. You’re all mine for the day.” He winks. “So, sit. Right here.”
Your entire body rebels against the idea, but your pride’s already in a blender, and honestly? The gleam in his eye says he’s not above adding punishments if you resist. So… fuck it. It’s just sitting, right?
You sit between his legs, arms crossed.
He immediately leans forward, wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind and resting his chin on top of your head.
“There we go,” he teases. “See? Isn’t this nice?”
“Hmph.”
Satoru hums, fingers gently toying with the bell at your throat. “You’re taking this surprisingly well,” he murmurs. “Are you secretly enjoying it?”
You huff. “I’m just trying to get through this with the tiniest shred of dignity intact.”
“Oh, baby,” he says with a smirk you can feel against your hair. “That ship has sailed.”
He pulls back suddenly and grabs the remote. “Now, time for some owner-pet bonding time. We’re watching one of my shows.”
“For the love of god, if it’s Love Island again—“
“Shhh.” He presses the volume up dramatically. “No opinions. Pets don’t speak unless spoken to.”
You shoot him a glare.
“Do I need to get the spray bottle?” he teases.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
He waves a water bottle menacingly in your direction.
You snatch it and hurl it across the room.
He gives you an amused grin. “Bad girl.”
He grabs your collar, not too hard, but just enough to gently tug you up. “That’s enough attitude from you,” he chuckles, patting his thigh. “Lie down.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious,” he grins. “Head in my lap. Now. And don’t make me say it in a tone.”
You hate that your stomach flips a little at the way he says that. God… are you kind of enjoying this? One thing is for certain, if you are, he cannot know. You cannot give him the satisfaction.
“C’mon, pretty girl. Don’t make me manhandle you.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Oh, you want to be punished, huh?”
You groan and climb up onto the couch with him, letting out a deliberately dramatic sigh as you lay your head in his lap. “Happy now?”
“Immensely,” he says, stroking your hair back like you’re some pampered cat… and it feels infuriatingly good.
“That feels… nice, actually,” you mumble.
“I know.” He glances down at you with a soft smile. “Can’t have my pretty pet stressed out. You’re under my care now.”
“Ugh.”
His fingers continue combing through your hair, and you feel yourself slowly relaxing despite everything. The show plays in the background, that idiotic dating drama you were ready to dismiss… but now? All you can focus on is the heat of his thigh beneath your cheek, the sensation of his fingers in your hair, and the quiet little noise he makes whenever something on screen amuses him.
“Look at you,” he says eventually. “You’re practically purring.”
“I will bite you.”
“Promises, promises.”
He moves a little, letting your head fall more comfortably into the center of his lap, and continues petting you, letting his hand wander from your hair to the side of your face. His thumb strokes just under your eye, down your jaw, toward your chin.
Your heart races.
“You like this.”
Your face heats up. “It’s… whatever.”
The bell on your neck jingles as you try to shift into a position that will hide the look on your face. It doesn’t work.
He chuckles. You’re so damn cute. “Aw, don’t go shy on me now. I was just starting to enjoy this version of you.”
You swat at his leg.
He catches your wrist effortlessly. Not squeezing, just holding it.
“That’s wasn’t a real complaint, you know,” he says more gently this time. “You’re actually really adorable.”
You glance up at him. He’s still got that satisfied grin on his face, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s still toying with you. But his hand lowers your wrist back down to your side.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers, brushing your hair from your face. “I won’t make you admit that you love this. Just know that I know.”
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Satoru sits up as he hums and stretches, shirt riding up just enough to tease you with a peek of his stupidly toned abdomen, a trail of trimmed white hair riding up above his waistband.
Heat rises to your cheeks. Nope. Not thinking about it. Don’t you dare think about it.
“Alright, well… my show’s over. Pet duties call,” he sighs.
He turns his head and grins at you. “Go be useful and fetch me a drink, would ya?”
You furrow your brows. “Seriously?”
“I’ll take a raspberry tea, cold, two ice cubes, and served with love,” he adds with a smug grin. “And maybe serve it to me on your knees while you’re at it,” he chuckles.
You give him a deadpan look, but the glint in his eyes dares you to say no. With a groan, you drag yourself up and march to the kitchen.
He shouts after you: “Don’t forget to jingle that pretty bell for me when you come back!”
You return a moment later and set the drink on the coffee table with a thunk.
“No ice?” he gasps.
“You’re lucky I didn’t spit in it.”
“Kinky,” he replies, clearly entertained.
You flop beside him, expecting him to leave you alone, but of course not.
“I think it’s time for a massage, pet,” he says, wagging his finger at you. “These sexy sorcerer muscles are all so tight. They’re in desperate need of your magic touch.”
“I don’t recall the terms of the punishment being that I’d become your masseuse,” you say dryly.
“The terms are that you’re mine for a day,” he reminds you smugly, pointing at your collar and clicking his tongue. “So be a good little pet and do exactly as you’re told.”
You reluctantly climb behind him and place your hands on his shoulders. You start off firm and professional. Satoru lets out an exaggerated moan just to mess with you.
“Aahhnn, yeah, that’s it. A little to the left… mmnn, fuck yes—“
You punch his shoulder.
He clutches his shoulder like he’s been mortally wounded. “Ah! My only weakness—tiny, violent women! How did she know?”
You sigh and keep massaging, letting your hands work lower down his back, a little slower now. You can feel every inch of his broad muscles, and honestly it’s… distracting.
God… if he knew what he was doing to you right now, you’d never hear the end of it.
Your fingers slide beneath the edge of his shirt, and you let your nails trail lightly against his skin.
His muscles tighten slightly under your touch. You smirk. “I think I know where you are weak, Satoru,” you whisper, deciding to tease him.
“Mm? Where’s that?” he asks, stretching his arms out, acting unphased. “And more importantly, are you gonna take advantage of it or just talk big?”
You lean in behind him, your chest brushing his back, and murmur against his ear, “What would it earn me if I did?”
“Ohhh,” he replies amused, turning his head to meet your eyes. “Look who’s negotiating now. And here I thought you weren’t enjoying yourself.” His voice drops, suddenly laced with heat. “Depends on what you’re asking for, baby.”
“Maybe I just wanna take apart that ego of yours,” you breathe against his cheek.
He lets out a breathless laugh. “Oh, beautiful, you’re welcome to try.”
You press your chest against his back and run your hands along his abs. You can feel him tense a little under your fingertips.
He clenches his teeth in restraint, trying to hide it behind a grin. “Someone’s handsy,” he teases. “And here I thought I was the needy one.”
“Oh, you are,” you whisper. “I’m going to show you just how needy you are for me, Satoru.” You let your fingers slip beneath the waistband of his sweats, just barely, just enough to drive him crazy. You can see the imprint of his cock twitch under the fabric.
A needy groan escapes him before he even thinks to hold it in. “You’re being surprisingly generous with this massage,” he says, still trying to tease but his voice is a little rough.
You drag your finger along his waistband, brushing over the trail of hair, skimming his abdomen.
He tilts his head back slightly, just enough to glance at you. His grin is still there, but it’s much more hungry. “You really think you’ve got the upper hand right now, don’t you?”
You smile. “Don’t I?”
“Keep touching me like that,” he murmurs, eyes heavy-lidded, “and I might just let you think you do.”
You rest your chin against his neck and let your fingers drift deeper under his sweatpants to gently touch the edge of his throbbing hard erection.
“Fuck…” he groans through clenched teeth. “You know what? You win. Is that what you want? You win. Just don’t stop there. Don’t you dare, stop.”
“So easy to break,” you tease, running your fingers slowly up and down his length beneath his sweatpants. “And here I thought you were the strongest.”
For a second, Satoru doesn’t move, but you can feel the tension in his muscles. The absolute need coursing through his body. And then—
He grabs your wrist.
Not rough, but confident. Like he’s decided it’s his turn again to play with you.
“Pets really shouldn’t say things like that unless they’re ready for the consequences,” he breathes low.
You open your mouth to say something back, but you don’t get the chance. He twists around and pulls you straight into his lap. Your hands land on his chest to steady yourself. His heart beats so wildly that you can feel every throb from his thick bulge pressing against your shorts.
You bury your face in his shoulder, trying to hide the flush in your cheeks. “Satoru—“
His fingers hook around the ribbon at the back of your neck, tugging you back to meet his eyes. The bell jingles softly as your eyes lock.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours but not kissing yet. “What happened to all that confidence, hm?”
You glare, but your shallow breaths and the way your thighs tense up betray how badly you need him. “Shut up…” you mutter.
He gently tugs the ribbon again, this time by the front. Your breath catches.
“Uh-uh,” he says, voice low. “No more sass from you.”
Your lips part, a protest or maybe something else on the tip of your tongue, but his other hand slides up your inner thigh, fingers grazing at the edge of your shorts. You let out a soft, needy moan, leaning into his touch.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. “Practically falling apart for me.”
He knows exactly how badly you need him, and he savors it.
He gently grips your chin and then he finally kisses you. It’s hot, deep, possessive. Like he’s sealing the deal. Like he’s not giving you the chance to walk away anymore.
You whimper into his mouth and he smiles into the kiss. He tangles his tongue with yours, kissing you messier and hungrier, every slow drag of his lips saying I’ve got you, and I know it.
He rolls his hips up against you, the thick press of his cock beneath his sweats dragging along the damp fabric between your thighs. His hand releases the ribbon on your neck and slides down to grip your waist possessively.
“You feel that?” he murmurs against your lips. “That’s what you do to me, baby.”
You let out a shaky breath, and his smirk returns full force.
“God, you’re warm,” he groans, pushing your hips down against him and holding you there just to feel your heat. “So wet through these little shorts, too… You really are enjoying yourself.”
“Sh-shut up,” you stutter, dazed and flushed.
He grins wider. “Can’t. I’m having too much fun.”
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down slowly, along with your panties, tossing them both aside. Then his fingers are there, much faster than you expected him to touch you. He runs his fingers along your soaked slit, dragging out a moan.
“You like that, huh?”
You squeeze your eyes tight, giving him a shaky nod.
Then he does something unforgivable. He removes his hand, then leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“Satoruuu—“ you whine.
He tugs the front of your collar again, snapping your attention right back to his face.
“Use your words, baby.”
Your voice breaks. “I want… I want more.”
“Mmm.” He hums against your throat. “More of what?”
You narrow your eyes, weakly. He loves it.
“Should I just start guessing?” he teases. His hand dips lower again and his fingers slip inside you with an obscene squish. “This?”
You shudder out a moan. “Yes.”
He grins. “There’s my girl. Finally giving me an answer.” He curls his fingers, pumping them in and out, thumb pressing against your clit. You moan helplessly again and again, and his eyes light up.
You bury your face in his shoulder again, moaning and whimpering as his fingers move expertly inside you, until your hips are rocking against his palm without even thinking.
“You’re dripping,” he whispers. “I should make you clean up the mess you’re making on my hand.”
You let out something between a whimper and a curse.
He chuckles low and kisses the side of your face. “But not yet.”
He withdraws his soaked fingers and you cry out at the sudden emptiness. Before you can complain, he grabs your thighs and drags you off his lap, flat on your back across the couch. Then he leans over you with hungry eyes.
He pulls your shirt over your head, then his own. Then he leans back and just looks at you. Chest rising. Lips parted. Thighs glowing and covered in slick.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he breathes.
He drags you down the couch cushion by the hips until your thighs hang loosely over his shoulders. He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, grazing you with his teeth softly, watching your chest rise.
Then he lowers his mouth to your pussy without a single warning. At first, he licks you slow and lazy, like he’s just getting a taste. But when you gasp loudly, his grip tightens on your thighs and he dives in.
He strokes his tongue along your clit before sucking on it. You cry out, and he groans into you like it’s the reward he was chasing.
“God,” you gasp, threading your fingers through his hair. “Satoru—”
He moans at the sound of his name on your lips. One hand lets go of your thigh to drag slowly up your stomach, sliding up your breast, before wrapping around the base of your throat, not squeezing, just holding you there.
His mouth relentlessly licks, sucks, and teases your pussy until your hips are rocking against his face and your thighs are trembling around his shoulders. He doesn’t let up, even when your moans become shaky.
Especially not then.
“You’re close,” he mumbles against you. “Aren’t you?”
You nod, breathless. “Please—please, don’t stop—”
“Not planning to.”
He doubles down, tongue flicking tight circles over your clit while he eases two fingers back inside you and pumps them perfectly.
You break.
Your body tenses, then shakes, voice cracking as you cry out his name. He groans again as you fall apart against his mouth, holding you still, taking every bit of it.
You collapse and he pulls back, lips glossy, eyes dark and hungry, but satisfied—almost.
“You’re even prettier when you cum for me,” he says with a grin.
You cover your face with a flustered groan, and he laughs, climbing back up to hover over you, sweatpants still on. “Don’t go shy on me now, baby. We’re in too deep for that.”
His hips press down against yours, cock thick and twitching behind his sweats. The sound you make is embarrassingly needy.
“There she is,” he purrs, grinding against your soaked heat. “Still cocky, or did I finally wear you down?”
“You didn’t—”
He rolls his hips again, slower this time, dragging his length along your slit through the fabric. Your breath stutters.
His smile widens. “That’s what I thought.”
“Shut up and take your pants off,” you say, exasperated.
“Mmm. Yes, ma’am,” he smirks, sliding his sweats down. His cock springs free, thick and glistening at the tip.
You gasp a little at the size. He sees it. Of course he does.
“See something you like?”
You open your mouth for a comeback, but he’s already pressing forward, rubbing the head through your slick folds. He groans at the feel of you, biting his lip. “Fuck, you’re still dripping. You came so hard for me, baby.”
“Satoru—“
“Shh,” he soothes, dragging the tip of his cock up to your clit and back down again. “I’ve got you.”
And then with one slow, devastating thrust, he pushes into you.
You gasp, head falling back, hands gripping his shoulders. He’s big, and he stretches you out in the best way. He holds there for a second, buried deep, breathing hot against your neck.
“God, you feel like heaven, squeezing me so perfectly.”
He pulls out almost completely, then pushes back in, swallowing your moan with a kiss. His pace starts slow, hips snapping into you. He’s only just started and you’re already gushing around his cock.
“You like that?” he pants.
“Y-yeah,” you gasp, nails digging into his back as your insides quiver around him.
His thrusts pick up, harder now, deeper, making the bell on your neck jingle every time his skin slaps obscenely against yours.
You pull him closer, legs locking around his waist. He groans when he feels your legs cross, keeping him in.
“Clingy now, huh?” he pants, fucking into you harder. “Didn’t take long for you to settle into your role,” he chuckles breathily.
“Satoru, shut—ah—fuck, shut up—”
He loves how breathless you sound for him. You can feel it in the way his rhythm stutters, the way he groans when your pussy clamps down around him.
“Keep squeezing me like that and I’m not gonna last much longer,” he warns, laughing with restraint through gritted teeth. “You’re so—fuck—tight, baby.”
Your fingers grip his hair as he buries his face in your neck, biting back a moan.
“You close?” he whispers, hoping to god that you are.
You nod, barely able to breathe. “Don’t stop—please—”
“Don’t you worry, baby,” he grunts, thrusting himself deliberately against your g-spot. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
His thumb circles your clit in tight, perfect motions that have your entire body trembling. Your head falls back against the cushion with a broken moan, and he watches every twitch, every gasp, completely entranced.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your face. “Cum for me.”
Your thighs clench around his waist as your orgasm crashes over you, sending waves of pleasure all the way up your abdomen. He groans when he feels you squeeze and convulse around him.
“Fuck—fuck, you feel so good when you cum,” he pants. “How the fuck do you feel so good—oh my god—“
You can barely register his words, lost in the aftershocks, but then he grabs your hips, pulling you close against him as he thrusts in hard and desperate.
He lets out a wrecked moan, and you feel the hot spill of him inside you as he shudders, arms braced on either side of your head, forehead dropping to yours.
For a long moment, neither of you moves. The only sounds are your uneven breaths filling the room.
Then he lets out a breathless laugh, still buried deep inside you.
“Well…” he murmurs. “That definitely wasn’t in the original terms of the bet.”
You groan softly, hiding your face in his neck. “Satoru, for once just—“
“Shut up?” he finishes, grinning into your hair.
“Yes,” you mutter.
He hums, nuzzling into you like he has zero intention of obeying. “Can’t help it. I’m too happy.”
He lifts his head to look at you, really look at you. His expression softens a little. No grin. No smugness. Just Satoru, blinking down at you with something dangerously close to affection. He brushes your cheek with his thumb.
“You good?” he asks, voice quiet now.
You nod, a little too quickly. “Yeah.”
He watches you for a second longer, like he’s deciding whether to say something, something real, but then he exhales and drops his forehead to yours.
“Okay, good,” he says, lighter again. “Because I don’t need you calling foul on me. It’s not my fault you got dicked down halfway through your punishment.”
You laugh. You can’t help it. “You’re such an asshole.”
“You love it,” he says grinning.
“I hate you.”
He pulls back just enough to smirk down at you. “No, you don’t.”
You furrow your brows.
But then you say softly, “…No. I don’t.”
He freezes.
You can see the flicker of something raw in his eyes. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then another at your jaw.
“Don’t take it off,” he says, fingers brushing the ribbon at your neck. “Not yet.”
You meet his eyes. “…Okay.”
“Good.” He pulls you tighter against him, nosing into your neck, voice muffled and suddenly drowsy. “Gonna nap inside you now.”
You roll your eyes and let out a soft laugh, but you don’t say anything this time. You just close your eyes with a smile, and let yourself drift off to sleep.