Desperate measures .ೀ
↳, Synopsis: Satoru misses you, starts stealing your panties to gain your attention, teases the fuck out of you, then rails you into the mattress to top it off.
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You’d been busy recently, even busier than your white-haired boyfriend somehow. And to say the least, he wasn’t enjoying your lack of attention.
Satoru was ridiculously rich. Did you realistically need to work? No. But you hadn’t just spent years trying to get this promotion only to give it up when you finally got it. You were a driven person, to the point where you’d been unknowingly ignoring the love of your life.
So, like any totally sane boyfriend, he devised a plan- he'd steal your panties. Starting slow, plucking a pair from your drawer every day, hiding them in a safe place. The plan started well, at first, you were too occupied with work to pay it any mind.
After a couple of weeks, it became this amusing habit of his. How many pairs could he steal before you have no choice but to wear none at all?
“Satoru, have you by some miracle been doing the laundry recently? I’m down to six pairs of panties!” you shout from the bedroom, staring at the lack of fabric in your drawer.
He chuckled to himself from the living room, sprawled out on the couch watching some reality TV show, “nope, no idea!”
It was no lie that he missed you, would he occasionally sneak off to sniff the used pairs he’d steal from the laundry basket, pocketing them for his stash? Yes. But was that such a crime? You’d eventually find out he was your panty thief; it’s not like his hiding place was top tier.
Thirty-two pairs later, you were done. Where could your underwear possibly be going? You remove your last pair before showering, frustrated from work, the fact you’d have to go to the store to stock up on panties after only adding to your stress.
During your shower, Satoru sneaks into the bathroom, taking your worn pair from the floor- your last pair. Grinning to himself, he has what he would consider a bewildering idea.
Your panties would be his new blindfold.
He takes them, stretching them a little, removing his existing blindfold before positioning your underwear over his eyes. Black, lacy, infused with your unique scent.
You step out of the shower, drying off before attempting to redress. You had no choice but to wear the same panties from earlier, just momentarily while you drove to the store to buy new ones. Then, frantically scouring the floor, you notice they’d completely disappeared.
Impossible, they were right there on top of your skirt. That’s when it clicks, finally, your menace of a boyfriend had been stealing them.
In a fit of anger, you storm into the bedroom, unapologetically naked and completely furious. “Give them back” you demand, pointing your finger in his face as he laid casually across the bed.
Jig was up.
“Give what back, baby?” Satoru bluffs, an infuriatingly casual smirk on his face. The fact you hadn't noticed your panties covering his eyes yet just made it that much more amusing,
“Don’t play dumb with me Satoru, I know what you’ve been up to” you hiss. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you’re angry? Especially when you’re naked angry” he grins childishly, practically eye fucking you from under his makeshift blindfold you so kindly let him borrow.
“If you don’t tell me where they are right now, I swear to God I’m gonna- wait. Is that? Are those my panties on your face?!”
“You like? They make for a pretty good blindfold” he responds, shuffling off the bed and standing in front of you, towering over your smaller form. You knew there was no way you were getting them back, not unless it was his idea.
But that didn’t stop you from trying.
You reach up, standing on your tip toes to try and grab your panties from his face, he effortlessly dodges you, chuckling cruelly to himself, shamelessly watching the way your tits bounced with every struggled movement.
“I hate you! Give them back!” you protest, jumping up in attempt to give yourself some height.
“Come on, come get them” he teases further, hands in his pockets as he enjoyed the sight before him. And then, just as you got close, his infinity was on.
“Are you fucking serious?!” you snarl, now physically unable to do anything about your predicament. It was pointless, truly.
“What’s the matter, Frustrated?” Satoru asks teasingly, stepping as close as physically possible before the invisible barrier stops him. You cross your arms in protest, suddenly becoming increasingly aware of your lack of clothing.
It’s not like he hadn’t seen you naked a million times before.
He leans down, voice honeyed though now with need. “Now you know how I’ve felt for weeks.”
It suddenly clicked to you, a tsunami of guilt crashing over you- you’d been neglecting your poor boyfriend. Your panties were probably the closest he’d been to your pussy in weeks.
“Satoru, I-” you attempt, before suddenly, his infinity is off and his lips were on yours- large hands gripping your hips possessively.
You mumble against his lips, his tongue silencing you as he turns you around, walking you backwards towards the bed and laying you down. “I only wanna see this mouth open to moan my name, got it?” he commands, one hand sliding up to grope your breasts.
You whine against his lips, hands tangling in his hair- his hard cock pressed between your bare legs. With one hand, he reaches behind his head, releasing your panties only to take your wrists and bind them together above your head.
The kiss grows hungrier- more greedy. Satoru begins undressing, taking off his shirt before unbuttoning his pants with one hand; groaning against your lips like he’d never been touched before.
All you could do was lay there and watch him, feel him- buck your hips against him wantonly; your hands restricted from doing anything more.
He pulls away only to admire his handiwork, his needy girlfriend beneath him- cheeks flushed and panting rapidly.
You often don’t realise just how badly you’ve missed something until you have it again.
His hand travels lower, his middle finger dipping between your folds to gather your slick; lathering it on your clit as he rubs it in precise, feather-light circles.
You moan out, legs twitching at the sensation, much like Satoru’s painfully hard cock that remained stuck within the confines of his pants.
“Feels good, huh? To think you’ve been denying yourself of this…" he coos, giving your clit a a little more attention before slipping two fingers inside of you.
You moan again, louder this time, watching him prolong your torturous need for his cock.
“Satoru, please- need you” you whine, bucking your hips against his fingers in search of more friction- his ministrations painfully slow just to punish you a little.
Just to prove a point- give you a taste of how he’d been feeling for weeks.
“Ah ah, now what did I say about talking?”
He removes his fingers until just the tips remained, his thumb brushing over your clit so lightly you just barely felt it.
The worst part of this was you didn’t even blame him. All those nights you were too busy, or too tired to pay him any attention- you deserved this.
If begging was what it took, you’d oblige.
“M’ sorry, I never meant to make you feel- hah- ignored” you struggle, his thumb swiping your clit again mid sentence just to make you stumble upon your words- just to make this even harder for you.
“Mm, continue” he responds, tilting his head and grinning down at you.
“It’ll never h-happen again, just please- shit- just fuck me!” you struggle.
God, he loved when you begged. It was music to his ears every time, so sweet, so genuine. He could listen to you for hours without getting bored.
He leans in even closer, breath hot against your ear, “how bad do you want it?”
“So bad, ‘Toru- please” you continue, zero hesitation, squirming against the fabric binding your wrists. You doubt you’ve ever been this wet, this desperate.
Despite the fact he was relishing in your desperation, his own restraint was wearing thin- his cock leaking copious amounts of pre that had already seeped through his boxers.
“Only because you begged so sweetly for me” Satoru responds, satisfied with your apology and ready to scratch the itch that’d been lingering for far too long.
With that, he shrugs his pants down along with his boxers, his impressive length springing free and slapping against his stomach.
Your mouth hangs open at the sight, his thick tip an angry red, leaking with want both physically and figuratively, the vein on the underside far more prominent than usual. You spread your legs wider, inviting him in eagerly.
“Careful what you wish for, I’m not holding back tonight.”
And fuck, you didn’t want him to.
He pushes in with a single, deep thrust, your cunt stretching to accommodate his size. The feeling was heaven, for both of you- nothing could ruin this moment.
Satoru captures your bound wrists in one hand, pinning them to the bed beneath you. His other hand grips under your knee, hoisting your leg up slightly and pushing it back; his thrusts angled upwards to hit that sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl with pleasure.
The look in his eyes was feral, driven by pure lust and adoration, his cock twitching deep inside your pussy as his groans filled the room. It was lewd- filthy. The sounds of skin slapping becoming increasingly louder as his thrusts became meaner.
“Oh my- Satoru!” you cry out, watching him lean down to capture your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before releasing it with a wet pop- his mouth moving to lavish the other.
He hums loudly in approval, bullying his cock into you faster, harder, desperate to feel you clench around him, coming undone all over his dick. “You feel so- ngh- good" he rasps, releasing your nipple only to crash his lips against yours again; encouraging your legs to wrap around his waist.
You squeeze him tight, feeling a familiar feeling stir inside of you. “Ah! C-Cumming" you moan wantonly, his praise and encouragement only urging on your release.
“Shit- let me feel it baby” he grunts, burying his face in your neck and sucking it firmly, beginning to litter it with red and purple marks. You let go, panting rapidly, moaning his name a plethora of times as he fucked you through it.
“Gonna fill you up, baby, yeah?” he rasps, removing his hands from you momentarily to prop himself up on his elbows, moving back to press his forehead against yours.
“Please, need to f-feel it” you babble shamelessly, cock-drunk and lost in a haze of pleasure.
His grunts and moans grew louder, his thrusts harder as he neared his peak, unable to prolong his climax any further. “Fuck, baby” he groans, voice hoarse, his hips snapping against yours at a punishing pace, quickly becoming short and sharp.
He erupts his hot cum into your cunt, pressing his lips to yours, your mouth swallowing his moans. You’d never known him to be so vocal, so needy. He trembled as he pumped every last drop into you, finally collapsing on top of you.
You felt his cock twitch inside of you, both of you panting as you come down from your highs. But his cock doesn’t soften, not yet, still deep inside of you whilst he decides which position he’d going to ruin you in next.
“I’ll buy you all the new panties you want, just let me keep fucking you, please” he pleads, cupping your face with his hand.
“Deal” you smile, eyes half shut, still catching your breath.
