⟢:: The boys in your Husband’s Fraternity Decide to Attend a Party at a Rival School across town— a fight breaks out, Cops are called, Everyone scrams of course but guess who got caught on the fence and left behind.
⟢ :: CnC, Car sex, Male Receiving, SubGojo, DomReader, Blowing, handies, edging, orgasm denial, Mommy Kink, Degradation, Slight Praise kink, He’s a REAL perv in this.
“I’m just saying honey, Community service would look good. Those boys of yours are down right filthy, snot nosed spoiled brats.” You spoke from where you layed on the bed kicking your feet while flipping through a magazine. “Honey do we really have to talk about this right now?”
“Well no I guess not, nothing I say really matters since you won’t even be here to—“ your voice was interrupted by his phone ringing from in the walk in closet he was currently packing a duffel in. There was a silence for a moment as the caller spoke, your husbands face went pale, “You’re Serious? Well where the fuck are they now? —so you’re calling me for what.”
You slowly sat up upon listening to the frantic phone call your husband was having, “what happened?” You whispered to him, he sighed placing the phone on speaker. Officers starting speaking sternly, “Get up! you’re House Dad’s On the phone.” Then a familiar voice followed suit. “Don’ touch me man I can stand on my own.” He whined, It was Gojo.
“Your Lucky I don’t let them arrest you Satoru, where’s Suguru, I know he was with you?!”
“I dunno, we were running and then my chain got caught on the Gate—And T-they were gone” the young man rambled into the phone, you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the guilt making him all weak and feeble sounding. your husband sighed, The Boys knew he had an important work trip tonight and that he had a flight to catch in next few hours. The man Scolded the boy through the phone dragging his suitcase into the bedroom, “Now it’d be just fuckin peachy for me to have to miss my flight to come get you right?”
Like any young person does when an adult is lecturing them he huffed and puffed, “Right? I dont hear you.”
“…yesss?-wait No? I dunno—“
Your husband sighed massaging his temples at the boy’s tipsy incompetence. “Want me to get him? Yknow, so you don’t miss your flight?” You chimed in speaking softly as you always did no matter the situation. He paused as if he had just realized that was an option. “You’d do that?” He asked and you nodded standing up from the bed walking over to him, “of course sweetheart after you sent me to handle the inspection, I saw firsthand how much of a handful they are.” You explained wrapping your arms around in a gentle embrace, he clasped you face in his two hands kissing you softly. “Thank you so much, when I get back it’s all about you baby whatever you want.” He promises before stepping away to grab a coat and hat, then he’s off and so are you now.
You quickly rush to the scene, cop cars everywhere, some students being sat down and read their rights and given their options from here while others were being pinned to the hood of cars and subdued. You walked up to an officer popping the gun in your mouth and pulling out your ID, “I’m The House Dad’s Wife, I’ve come for Satoru Gojo.” The man smiled and nodded walking me over to a police car, you spotted familiar white hair in the back seat. As you gotten up to the vehicle you finally saw him, red and blue lights bouncing off him as he sat with his head down with his arms cuffed behind his back. You hadn’t made yourself known or even tapped the glass but he somehow felt a presence and quickly lifted his head locking eyes with you. His mouth agape with wide blue eyes, it was an adorable sight to say the least, his cheeks were all flushed and his whole demeanor seemed to be glazed over with something lazy yet lighthearted. —That’s what you thought before he suddenly kissed the glass before deciding to just stick his tongue out and lick a strip of saliva up the glass. You were taken aback by the act, the officer beat the glass with a baton making The Boy jump, “Aye, Cut it out! You should thank her cus’ I sure wouldn’t come out to a whole other campus for a brat like you.” The man scolded before opening the door letting the young man rise out of the vehicle, eyes glued to you. “I thought— what are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing mister. Car, now.” You ordered him and he nodded and did as you asked while you talked to the officers and assured them the boys would be punished. Shortly after, you’d gotten into the car now it was just you and him. “Thanks, I mean it, if my House dad came I’d be fucked.” He slurred with his eyes glued to you as you pulled out onto the main road.
The car was quiet—just the hum of the engine and the soft glow of streetlights flickering across Satoru’s face. He was slumped in the passenger seat, still flushed from earlier, hands now free but fidgeting with his sleeve.
He kept glancing at you—really looking at you—in that slow, dazed way he gets when sugar or emotion hits him just right. His lips parted like he wanted to say something important… then nothing came out.
He leaned sideways suddenly and rested his forehead against your shoulder with a tiny thud, exhaling like all tension had drained out of him in one breath.
For someone who usually radiated smug dominance—the untouchable prince on top—the sight was almost comical: Satoru Gojo, pouting, half-drunk on adrenaline (or maybe actual alcohol), clinging to you like a scolded puppy who just got rescued from jail time by their mom-friend-wife-of-house-dad goddess figure.
Then quietly… so quietly it barely rose above road noise…
“You’re really pretty,” he mumbled into your jacket sleeve. “And I’m sorry.” “Sorry just doesn’t cut it Gojo” you scoffed keeping your eyes on the road. “You all knew your house Dad had an important business trip—A Party on a whole other campus across town? Really? And your Wasted” Satoru winced—actually winced—at your tone.
Not because he was scared. No, Gojo Satoru doesn’t do fear. But that sharp, disappointed voice of yours? The one dripping with “I am not happy”? That hit harder than any breakup, it also made him uncomfortably warm and fuzzy.
He stayed curled against the seat, fingers now twisting his jacket zipper nervously feeling his pants tighten—a rare tell for someone who usually looked like a god strolling through Campus without a care.
“I know,” he said quietly. No excuses. No smirking comeback about how it wasn't that bad or how "everyone else was doing it." Just… quiet acceptance.
The name slipped out fast—like saying it too loud would make him look even worse—but there was no blaming Geto in his voice either. Just stating facts: Suguru had suggested the party across town; Satoru had gone along with it; they’d all lost control; and now here they were—with cops involved and you driving him home like a delinquent child caught past curfew by their mom friend-wife-of-house-dad goddess again (the title stuck).
He swallowed hard before adding softly,
“M’sorry, I’ll do anything to make it better Ma’am.” He spoke ogling your plush Lips then down your neck, then your big soft tits. Oh how he wanted to be smothered with them while you use his body for your own pleasure, all while telling him how much of a Bad boy he is.
“Oh yeah?” You asked him, almost as if to test how far he was willing to go. You loved to test him, you knew exactly how he felt about you.
Gojo always had a thing for older women, they made him feel like he was so much smaller and Weaker. Like he had something to prove, he had to work for what he wanted— that’s what grown men do. Satoru perked up instantly—like a dog hearing the word “walk”.
His head lifted, those wide, blue eyes locking onto yours with sudden intensity. The drunk haze cleared for a second—not gone completely, but sharpened by focus. Because oh. You were testing him.
And Satoru Gojo? He never backed down from a challenge.
Especially not one involving you.
He sat up straighter in his seat, hands clasping together like he was about to make some grand vow at an altar. Then—without hesitation—he said:
“I’ll clean the entire house tomorrow morning before anyone wakes up.”
“Even vacuum under Geto’s bed.”
A pause. He inhaled dramatically—as if bracing himself—and then dropped it:
“I’ll let you scold me all night long… and I won’t argue once.”
Another beat passed before he added in that soft voice again—the one only you ever got to hear. But you purposely kept facing forward pulling up to the traffic light, and he kept going
“And… I’ll kiss your hand every time we pass through the front door for a week.”
You eased onto the brake, he leaned in closer, “or I can kiss you in..other places” suddenly, you grabbed his chin bringing your lips to his. Teeth clashing, spit oozing from the side of his Lips as he fought both you and the alcoholic Daze. He had one hand on your wrist that was caressing his warm damp skin, his voice slipping out in breathy moans. —but one word in particular was clear, “P-Punish me, Mhh Punish me Miss” you pulled away watching him sniffle and Gasp trying to catch his breath.
His mouth stayed agape as he stuttered, “oh don’t get shy now Pretty boy, tell me what you wanna do.” You teased. He finally mustered up the urge and opened his mouth, “I’m So hard” he huffed out shamelessly palming himself in front of you, he must’ve been really drunk. You grinned, “you know you’re still in trouble right?” You asked and he eagerly nodded, “y-yes ma’am, Do whatever you want to me I deserve it.”
You simply hummed and turned off of the main road, Satoru watched in slight confusion but the Drunkness kept his attention on you and his growing problem. You pulled over on a dark back road only being lit by a Street light, The young man sat up in his seat a bit as he grows confused. Was she about to actually kill him and dump his body?! Fuck he should’ve known she took her time spent with her husband Seriously— now he ruined their night and he was gonna pay the price.
You stepped out of the car shutting your door, waltzing around the car as his blue eyes scarcely followed. You opened his door and he physically jumped “wait!-“ he yelped but you smashed your lips against his, he instantly melted into it. You climbed into his lap undoing the buttons on your shirt, his cheeks burned a rosey tint as he watched you release those perfect round soft Tits he could only dream of until now. “Oh my god m-miss y/n” he whimpered not being able to take his eyes off them, “Go on, I know how much you want to” you cooed, and he wasted no time in latching onto your perky nipple. Licking sucking and whining on your tit like a nasty Pervert— which he is. Rubbing one out in the shower after bumping into you at events or better yet replaying moments that you’ve chatted with him or rubbed his shoulder sincerely.
“Hey! You hear me?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, you leaned over to his ear, “I can feel you twitching, gonna cream your pants like some horny teen?” You ask and he moans at your grinding while shaking his head, “good, you sure don’t fuckin deserve to.” Oh that? Straight to his dick, his whole body practically jumped beneath you. You just kept grinding, and degrading him, your hand snaking into his hair and tugging. “Feels so good, Mh I’ve wanted this for so long” he moaned into your chest trying to keep eye contact with you without them rolling back from the pleasure. “Yeah? You wanted to suck the tits of your house Dad’s Wife?” He nodded his head swiftly, licking your nipple while fondling the other breast, “such a dirty little pervert, I bet you masturbate to Photos of me too, hm?” You laughed, only he just turned away squeezing his eyes shut to keep from coming, though there was a red tint to his face like he was embarrassed. “Satoru, am I right?” He bit his lip bringing a hand up to cover his face.
You slid off of him then began tugging his sweats down then taking his Cock out of his boxers, pink tip already leaking pre cum as he practically lost his breath at the cool breeze. He gasped taking his hands off his face, “wait! We’re— someone could see.” He uttered, but when your soft manicured hands started stroking up, and down, he couldn’t even get his words out anymore. “That’s good, I want everyone to see how much of a Fuck boy you really are.” You let a thick glob of spit ooze from your mouth and onto his tip, all he could do is watch. Loud squelching noises filling the car as you stroked his eager cock, “it’s a shame such a pathetic thing like you was blessed with a Big long cock.” You cooed kissing the tip. He whimpered bucking his hips in sync with every stroke, “it’s yours-“ you heard slip from his mouth but just to be sure, “say that again sweetheart I didn’t get that?” “My cock belongs to you Mommy, I’m yours, I wanna be the only Man that makes you feel good.” He moaned looking down at you, you simply grinned at his boldness and took him all the way to the back of your throat, “Fuck!” He whined as tears pricked his eyes, feeling your warm soft, and wet throat wrapped around his dick like that, pink lips resting at his base, he was gonna cum. “M-Mommy please! M’gonna— “ you suddenly pulled off with a pop pressing her thumb harshly into the slit, then your hand swiftly clashed against his cheek.
“You better not fucking cum.” He gasped trying to come back down from his high as you edged him, “you fuckin listening?” You yelled at him and he nodded looking as if he was about to cry, “y-yes! Yes! I won’t cum I swear.” He uttered. Then you started stroking him again, “you cum when I say you can, yeah?” He nodded his head, “Good Boy Satoru” you purred, of course his dick jumped.
Then you started that steady rhythm with your hands once again, he fought to stay still as he neared that edge again. Aggressive moans like there was lustful beast trying to claw its way out. You then pressed your forehead against his, “You gonna come?” He shook his head with a quiver of his lip, “no? You don’t wanna cum all over these perfect tits? Give mommy all that warm cum?” He threw his head back letting out a labored cry, you knew exactly what you were doing, the way his legs trembled.
“You better fucking not.” You growled in his ear. He whimpered bringing a hand up to wipe his tears, trying not to let you see him fall apart like this. He didn’t know if it was the repeated denial or the alcohol but he was so sensitive— all he was getting was a handy after all. Every stroke felt like a bolt of lightning shooting through his body, but it felt so good, then the view made it no better. You had those fuck me eyes like you knew exactly what you were doing, shiny wet lips oozing spit right down onto his bulbous tip, he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.
“Fuck your so mean to me,” he whined bracing his hands on the console and his seat while you gave him the best handy he’s ever had. “I’m only so harsh because I like you Satoru, To be honest you’re my favorite.” You whispered, “R-Really?” He uttered and you nodded with a sultry laugh. “M’sorry, I won’t— I’ll be good okay?”
“Yeah? You’ll be a Good Boy?”
“Gonna be good for Mommy?”
“Yes, Fuck! I’ll be whatever you want me to be!” He cried out as he neared his climax. Squirming and whimpering as you brought him closer and closer to the edge. Then with an almost pornographic moan he came, white ropes of cum paint your hands and breasts.
He visibly deflated as he came down from his high. “Sorry” he huffed watching you grab Kleenex from your glove compartment.
Now you were back in the drivers seat, parked outside of the frat house. “We’re home, time flies quick doesn’t it?” You chirped looking over at him, he was fast asleep in his seat. You tapped his thigh and he jumped, “Huh?!”
You really worn him out, and you didn’t even fuck him. Yet.
He looked at you with hooded exhausted eyes, “go? No..no no” he started to beg. You caressed his cheek in your hand, “I know I know, maybe if your good I’ll come see you again.”
He sighed and opened the car door, when he rose to his feet he fixed his sweats then that was it.
He was gonna be pissed in the morning when he sobers up and barely remembers the best night of his life.
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