How Pretty U Are
MDNI 18+
Sato x Reader
Warnings: (female anatomy) pt1??, kissing, fingering, light binding, oral (reader receiving), pnv sex, unprotected (don't play with fire), dirty talk
Your fixation on Sato's hands was already a problem, his nails always freshly manicured and the stacks of rings on each finger. It was mesmerizing. His hands just looked like they were teasing you. It was ridiculous. You became more aware of how he held things and how many things he had in a single hand.
He didn’t notice your infatuation, but he did realize you wanted to hold his hand more and even fidget with the rings on his finger. He just thought it was a comfort thing; sometimes you’d get anxious and look to him for support, but there was nothing wrong with that. Once again, he thought nothing of it when you’d watch him cook; he genuinely assumed you didn’t know how to hold a knife. It wasn’t until he returned from a training session that he realized what it was.
Sato walked through the door with his hair stuck to his forehead, it was a particularly hot day, so he wore a black tee and shorts. He was tantalizing. Walking through the door with a huff, he startled you up right from your horizontal position on the couch. “Oh, hi, y/n! I didn’t know you were coming over today.” He walked over to you, running his fingers through his sweaty hair before placing his hand on your foot that dangled over the arm of the couch. Your hand trailed up from his fingers to his hand and arms that were a little veinier than usual. It must’ve been arm day.
“Uh, yeah,” you started to answer, trying to get your thoughts back on track, “Kala invited me over to hang out for a bit. But she ran to go pick up food first.” Your voice was a little shaky, but you don’t think he noticed.
Sato walked over to the kitchen to prep his smoothie. After he let go and walked away, you threw yourself back onto the couch with a deep sigh. It felt like he was torturing you, the way he rubbed his hand up your foot onto your leg. You threw your arms over your eyes, letting your thoughts take over when Sato called out to you again, “Is anyone home then?”
That you were unsure of after Kala left, you hung out on the couch watching TV and scrolling. “I actually, am not sure.” That was good enough for Sato; the house was quiet, so he had every reason to believe it was just the two of you.
The blender started, so you didn’t hear Sato leave the kitchen and approach you. It wasn’t until you were being dragged by your ankles to the arm of the couch that your feet once dangled off of. Your arms flew up, throwing your phone onto the floor behind you.
“AHH, Fuck Larso. Jesus Christ.” You huffed, genuinely startled.
“You’ve been staring at my hands a lot. Then today, you couldn’t look me in my eyes.” He spoke softly, leaning over the arm of the couch between your legs. “What is it, baby? What about me has you so worked up?”
You were so caught off guard that you didn’t know what to say; your mouth just fell open ready to speak, but nothing came out. Sato was expecting an answer; he took his middle and index fingers, and placed them on your tongue, sliding them around and coating them in your saliva before shoving them into the back of your throat leaving you shocked and speechless. He smiled down at you, “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Sato slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth while he looked you in your eyes. He placed both his hands on the sides of your face and leaned over the arm of the couch until he was parallel with you. This was very unfamiliar territory for you two; there was no doubt that there was sexual tension between the two of you, but neither of you acted on anything.
After the shock factor leaves your body, you gain some confidence again. “It's like you’ve been teasing me all week, Lars.” You looked up at him with doe eyes blinking slowly with a slight pout. You didn’t know it yet, but that look went straight to his head. You were beginning to drive him crazy.
You took hold of the thin chain he was wearing, slowly guiding him closer to you. At that moment, it was just the two of you. Your faces are inches away, inhaling each other's exhale. The tension was so thick as you stared at each other's lips, neither of you willing to make the first move. You were so entranced with each other that you barely heard the key jingling. But you did hear the handle turn and the sound of Arron and Kala laughing.
Jumping apart both startled, your hand got caught in Satos’ chain, pulling it from his neck. Both of your hearts are racing, you quickly scramble to gather yourselves, sitting straight up. Sato walked back into the kitchen, where his smoothie waited for him.
Neither of you noticed that his chain wasn’t around his neck but lying on the floor next to your feet. Kala and Arron come into the house laughing when you go to pick up your phone, noticing 3 missed calls from Kala and a text asking if you wanted anything from the store they were at.
“Y/n, I called and texted, but you didn’t answer, so I just got you some sour candy.” Kala smiled at you throwing them to you. “What’ve you been doing?”
Unsure how to answer, you looked around “I just scrolled on my phone but then started watching TV.”
That's when Lars came out of the kitchen looking a bit flustered. It wasn’t obvious what you two had been doing, but his face was definitely giving something way.
“Larso where’d your chain go?” Arron teased, walking toward where you sat. He played it off cool, rubbing his neck, genuinely unsure where it could have gone.
Kala hopped over the couch to sit beside you, “Looks like the two couldn’t wait to get alone. ” Kala smirked while leaning over to grab Satos’ chain from the floor, looking between the two of you.
“Uhh, I have to go. I love you; see you later!” The words basically fall out of your mouth as you hustle out of the house and into your car. You heard them all calling to you, but you simply threw a hand up and screamed, “BYE!” Shutting the door with a hard slam behind you. You were embarrassed.
The drive back to your house was awkward, granted it was just you, but your embarrassment was eating you alive. When you finally got home, you couldn’t bear to look at your phone, so you showered and got into bed.
It's been a few hours, and you still haven’t looked at your phone, just too embarrassed to face them. They wouldn’t make fun of you…too bad. You were on your way to sleep when you heard knocking at your door. “Who is it.” You yelled out, hoping it was a missionary so you could ignore them.
“It's me; open up.” You knew it was Sato, but you didn’t think you could ever be alone with him again, so you decided to treat him as if he was a missionary. “I'M NOT INTERESTED THANK YOU, THOUGH!” You yelled out to him; now you hope he doesn’t try to open your doo-
“I should’ve known you didn’t lock your door. You know you shouldn’t be doing that, how many times do I have to tell you? A missionary could walk in.” Sato spoke to you, walked into your bedroom, and crawled into bed with you.
“You okay after today, y/n? I could tell how embarrassed you got. Come here.” Sato pulled you into his arms. He got comfortable pulling you by the waist into him. He laid his head close to yours.
“You remember what happened last time I asked you a question, and you didn’t answer.” You slowly turned around, placing your head into his chest. “Obviously, I was embarrassed. How could you not be.”
Sato was, but not embarrassed to have been inches away from kissing you. He was ashamed he didn’t do it sooner.
Back at their house, while you ran away, the two curious and confused nosey asses tried to interrogate information out of him. Of course, he didn’t give in, just leaving them where they sat to come to you.
“I was,” Sato placed his hand into your hair, slowly rubbing your scalp. “Embarrassed that this whole time you wanted me, and I was too stupid to notice. Embarrassed that I didn’t kiss you sooner.” The words left his mouth so smoothly, almost like they were rehearsed.
Sato gripped the back of your head, pulling your head up to look him in the eyes. “Wha-” Before you could even get any more words out, Sato had his lips on yours.
The kiss felt like it was a lifetime overdue. Both eager, it started a bit awkward, but in no time, you found your rhythm. The kiss made your heart race. You’ve never been kissed like this; Sato kisses you like he has something to prove, and you hope he’s never stopped kissing you like this. But he pulls away shortly after needing to catch his breath. Now breathing heavily, you were no longer embarrassed by the situation but now wishing it would have happened earlier.
You took your hands off of his chest, grabbing his face to kiss him again. He giggles into your kiss before taking your bottom lip in between his teeth, causing you to let out a low, breathy moan. It felt like he was teasing you again. His hand around your waist lowered from the small of your back to the curve of your ass, pulling your leg up and over his.
He ran his hand up your bare thigh over your ass that was covered with shorts. He felt over the shorts; he stopped making out with you and laughed to himself, “Are these the shorts that say Larso on the ass?” Your cheeks started to heat up; it was embarrassing but quite hilarious.
A few weeks earlier, you had been playing some games with the group, and there were a bunch of mystery prizes; you just so happened to win the booty shorts that said Larso on the ass in purple glitter. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s cute.” Followed by a smack on the ass.
He started to kiss you again, this time a little more playful. He flipped you onto your back and began to kiss your neck. This new intimacy was heightening your emotions; his touch made you sensitive and needy. The neck kiss turned you on, and you were silently begging to be touched.
“Lars, please. I want you to touch me.” In response, he kissed your neck up to your ear.
“Baby be patient with me, okay? I want to take my time with you. I want to cherish this moment before I wreck you.”
Things were getting hot with him. If there is anything he is good at, it would be teasing and foreplay. He has barely touched you, and you're already wet for him. Sato lifts himself from your neck, hovering over you; he raises a hand and rests it on your cheek, fingers behind your head, and thumb rubbing over your cheek. He was admiring you.
You lift your legs to rest them around his waist. You wanted more. You needed more, and it was like he was torturing you. You reach out to him, fiddling with his shirt. You wanted it off, and he took the hint. Pulling his shirt over his head with one hand from the back of his collar, you watched as he slowly pulled his shirt off.
He discarded it onto the floor next to your bed while you laid back and admired him. You knew he worked hard in the gym, he was a sight for sore eyes. The silence you two shared while admiring each other was comfortable and familiar; it almost felt innocent.
Your eyes glossed over as you looked at Sato, “do you know how pretty you are?” You whispered to him, rubbing his torso. “Like seriously.” He doesn’t know how to take compliments, so he smiles down at you blushing.
“All right, baby, I'm not going to be the only one getting topless.” You giggle before lifting yourself to allow him to remove your shirt. He pulled the shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor. Almost immediately, a switch in him flipped. He seemed darker and more driven by lust. You didn’t have a bra on, and it kind of took him by surprise.
“Can I touch you?” He asked you for consent, but it was sultry. He sounded needier than you had been before.
“Please.” You sounded just as needy, but he didn’t make you wait any longer. He began to kiss down your sternum slowly while playing with your nipples. The stimulation was light, but his touch was what you wanted most. When he reached your belly button, his hands made their way down your torso to the tops of your thighs.
Sitting up on his knees, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, “are you ready?” The way he asked for your consent was so sweet, but you were tired of playing around.
“Larso, please. Just take them off. No more playing around, please.” He loved hearing you whine and beg for him. Call it sadistic, but he loved it. Lifting your legs straight up, he removed your shorts and underwear in one go. Placing his hands in the crevice of your knees, he slowly opens your legs to him.
He looked at you with hunger in his eyes, and it made you shy. With a devilish smile, he hit you with your own line, “Do you know how pretty you are?” He said that while getting up, kneeling at the foot of your bed.
Before you could say anything witty back, he reached up, grabbing the tops of your thigh and dragging you down to meet his mouth. His warm breath flowed over your clit, and it drove you up the wall.
“LARS, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes.
“Didn’t I tell you to be patient with me?” It came out mean as he rubbed your clit. “Yes or no?” He lifted his hand again, threatening to stop.
“Yes, I'm sorry, yes.” You whined again, hips begging to rock back and forth. He leans down, taking your clit into his mouth. He threw your legs over his shoulders as he began to sloppily suck at your clit.
With his head between your legs, he wasn’t letting up. Your moans grew heavier and louder. He was making you feel phenomenal. Dropping one of your legs, he runs his middle and index fingers between your lips, covering them in your wetness before siding them into you. You let out a small gasp as he begins to finger fuck you.
He starts slowly, exploring the sounds you make for him when he touches certain spots. When he finally finds that spot that takes your breath away and curls your toes, he’s dead set on it. He takes his mouth off of your clit and leans forward to hover over you. He wanted a better view of how you reacted to his fingers.
He watched as your mouth dropped open and your eyebrows furrowed. You were silent as you tried to process all the pleasure. Sato, however, loved it when you moaned for him.
He placed a foot on the ground next to the bed to stabilize himself before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your head to meet his. Gently touching foreheads, you looked up at him, causing your eyes to cross.
“Come on, pretty girl. I know. But you have to breathe for me, okay? I know it feels good. Let me hear you.” Sato’s dirty talk sent you so far up into the clouds that you would do anything he asked.
“FUCK! OH MY GOD.” You threw your head back as he continually abused that spot faster and harder. The knot in your stomach begins to build up, but he doesn’t bring you to finish. He brings you right up to the edge before pulling his fingers out and sucking on them.
He lets your neck go, and you fall back onto the bed, whining out, disagreeing with his actions.
“Behave.” It was short and stern as he stood up slowly, taking his belt off. You sat up on your elbows, watching him strip.
“Pretty. Do you think you’re ready for me?” By the end of his sentence, he has his belt off and in his hands.
“Yes.” You shook his head at you. “And do you trust me?” He asks, getting back onto the bed and crawling between your legs. You answered yes again,
“Enough to give me complete control?” It was a big ask from him, but you did. You’d trust him with life. “Don’t give me that fucked out look, baby. I need an answer.”
You hadn’t realized you had just been staring at him with pleading eyes. “Yes.”
He smiled down at you before leaning, taking your hands, binding them together with his belt, and strapping you to your headboard. Sato immediately went back to eating you out and fingering you viciously. You became a moaning mess underneath him again. Feeling your orgasm creep back up on you. Your breath begins to pick up, and he pulls you to the edge again. But much like the last time, before you could reach your orgasm, he pulled away from you again.
Crying out from the edging, Sato stood over you with this sadistic smile on his face as he slowly undid and took his pants off.
“Lars, please let me cum. I can’t take it anymore.” You sounded so weak, and he loved that you needed him to be able to cum. But he was done making you wait. He needed to be in you.
Sato stood at the end of the bed admiring you as he slowly stroked himself. He thought you looked like an angel laid out for him. Your eyes slowly scan down his body. You take note of how his muscles flexed with every movement. Caught in the daze of emotions Sato's mind was finally clear. No other thoughts except the anticipation of feeling the way you’ll stretch around him.
“You going to be good and take it all?” Sato climbed onto you caressing your legs before lifting them onto his shoulders. “You asked for me, so you’re going to take all of me.” He commands as he slides into you.
The stretch was everything he’d imagined it to be. You were so warm, wet, and tight that he didn’t think he could control himself. He set the pace slow at first allowing you to adjust. When your face relaxes, he presses your knees to your chest giving him a view of the bulge he creates when he bottoms out in you.
Before picking up the pace he frees you from the makeshift bindings. Sato wants to feel your hands on him while he tears you apart. Picking up his pace he gets lost in the pretty little sounds you make when he hits that spot. “Let me hear you angel, it's right there right?”
Sato was laying it on you long and thick, he wasn’t letting up. Sato's heavy thrusts mixed with praise were addicting. You clawed down his back and moaned sweet gibberish in his ear while you held on to him for dear life. He used the mattress to set a tantalizing pace. Letting a leg go he reaches down and begins to play with your clit. You began to squeeze around him, making it hard for him to keep the pace. Pulling him in and closer his thrust grew deeper and harder. “Fuck angel, you trying to make me fall in love with you?”
A/N
Hello unique here! requests are open! I'll be writing for Doro for now being it's the only series I've seen recently. As I finish others then I can add to the list.
