with a failing business, you really shouldn't be letting strangers in for free, especially when your shoddy little hotel should be closed to the public for christmas day.
alas. that bledding heart of yours couldn't turn away such a poor soul. sure, the guy had on a watch that cost more than everything you've ever owned, and his card had sounded like a metal pipe when you'd accidentally dropped it, but that doesn't mean anything. it'd been frigid outside, and if he had to stop at your quaint place, then his car likely ran out of gas.
poor, poor satoru gojo.
he's a kind man, though. he wouldn't dare inconvenience a gorgeous woman like you without a gift, right?
the least he can do is give you a big, fat tip.
"you would've been all alone on christmas," satoru says with a frown, and his fingers tear that soaked scrap of panty to the side. "a shame, really. good thing i showed up, hm?"
you mindlessly nod your head, his words flowing into one ear and right out the other. he'd spent the last thirty minutes pawing at you — first with a too tight hug, next his hand on your thigh and hips, then with a massage, and finally with him toying with your clit until you simply couldn't handle anymore.
sleeping with clients is prohibited. it's bad for business, you aren't likely to see them again, and it'd be a pr mess if it ever got out — not that anyone outside of this small town even knows this place exists.
still! it's the principle of it all.
although, clearly, that principle has been damned. your hips shift back, wiggling in an attempt to garner satoru's undivided attention.
and like a moth to a flame, his gaze drops from where you're sprawled out against the front desk and to that sopping cunt. it's a beauty, and even without his six-eyes, he can tell it's sensitive, needy, desperate.
"mr. gojo—"
"satoru," he corrects, and his finger drags through your folds, a string of arousal connecting his digit to your pussy. "messy girl."
your breath catches in your throat, and you tuck your scorching face away in your arm. "s-satoru. don't... don't tease."
satoru grins. "oh? what, you embarrassed now?" two long fingers slide right into your hole, and you groan, the arch of your back getting deeper.
fuck. it stings ever so slightly, even more so when he scissors his fingers. if his fingers are too much, then what of his cock?
you don't wanna know... do you?
you shake your head, but he only scoffs. "don't lie t'me, sweets. you are, and i really don't know why, considerin' you had no problem whining in my lap when i was touchin' that pretty clit."
the set of fingers begin to pump in and out. not too slow, not too fast, but just right, enough to have you moaning and drooling against your desk.
"there we go," satoru coos, and the praise goes right to your tortured clit, sending a jolt through your body. "that's what i wanna hear. louder, pretty girl — no one else is here."
of course not.
you start to rock back against his hand, shoving those fingers deeper and deeper 'til they hit that sweet gummy spot. "ngh, satoru!"
you couldn't resist being loud even if you'd wanted to, not when he's fingering you this good. he's a god damn pro.
that nearly unfamiliar pressure in your gut begins to build, hot and fast, and with it, moans and whines tumble free. you're loud, much louder than you've ever heard yourself, and where there should be shame... you only feel need.
"shit, i'm gonna—"
"cum," satoru finishes with a chuckle, and his thumb shifts, swiping enough slick to start rubbing that precious bundle of nerves. "don't hold back, 'kay? i wanna hear you."
his fingers piston quicker, and your hips work their hardest to patch his pace, walls squeezing against the digits to prolong the pleasure.
"you're so crude— fuck!"
with a cheeky little pinch to your clit, satoru's tipping you over the edge, leaving you writhing against the ruined desk and creaming all over his fingers. it drips down your thighs and onto his shoes, ones that are likely just as expensive as his watch.
a dreamy sigh escapes his parted lips, and if you could see his eyes, they'd be nothing but hearts.
you are so, so cute.
he eases you through the rest of your orgasm, letting you take as much time as you need to get yourself back to earth. that is, until he gets impatient.
two big hands grab your waist before satoru flips you over onto your back, earning a pretty gasp.
"w-what are you—"
satoru grins, all pearly whites on display as he wraps your trembling legs around his waist. "you didn't really think that was the end of your gift, did you? oh, no."
he wastes no time unbuttoning his slacks, tugging them and his briefs down enough to let his cock spring free.
it's just as you feared — big and heavy and beautiful. pre weeps from his baby pink tip and drips onto the floor, and the sight is enough to make your dry mouth water. you can trace every protruding vein, count every throb.
satoru gives himself a few strokes before lining his head with your fluttering hole. "silly girl. i promsied you a big fat tip, didn't i?"
and he isn't in the habit of breaking his promises.
