lifeguard!fratjo fucking you in a watchtower (18+)
when satoru had suggested getting a summer job on the beach, you were so excited to make it happen.
gosh, the image of driving on the coast with the top of his convertible down intruded your thoughts at least five times a day. the sunbathing, volleyball after shifts— there was so many things you wanted to do with him.
you should have known, should've expected that your perverted boyfriend would want to make a special memory of his own.
and of course, it had to be on the first official day of the job.
to no one’s surprise, you found yourself on your back— laid on the only surface in the watchtower. satoru's strong hands pushed the back of your knees— keeping your legs open— putting that infamously sticky pussy on display.
yes, you were the one that pulled your bikini bottoms to the side for him, but he started it when he pressed his bulge into you ! so who’s really at fault here?
"t-toru we have to hurry— patrolling soon" you muttered underneath him. you loved when he appreciated you like this but now was not the time
the slow, rhythmic strokes he delivered had you pulsing around him—itching for more.
"not when you feel like this baby, wanna—mm enjoy this"
a soft pout appeared on your lips, you couldn’t handle the teasing any longer. so if satoru wasnt gonna pick up the pace, you were.
he lost it when you started fucking him back, pussy locking his twitching cock inside of you, rendering him a prisoner while you milked him.
“ffuckng b-brat, you can’t— hhn wait?”
his soft, dominant grip faltered almost instantly due to your manipulation. the legs that he was in control of were now being held for his own support.
you weren’t doing much better than him— to say the least, barely keeping up with how you split yourself open on his cock, his tip constantly massaging your g spot with every thrust.
your eyebrow twitched playfully when his hips stuttered. he looked so pretty like this—eyes screwed shut, hair messy underneath his signature cap, lip caught in-between his teeth. gojo satoru bottom out was a sight for sore eyes.
"can't take it toru?” you teased him, head cocked to the side, lashes fluttering up at him as you manually tightened your grip.
there you were. his mischievous girl— baiting him into giving you more when you knew you couldn’t take it. too bad for you though— he was determined to watch you break.
you underestimated how much he was holding back— how much he wanted your legs shaking around him, to watch your eyes well up with tears as he bullied your needy cunt.
satoru recovered soon after your mind games— nuzzling into your neck, taking no time folding you in half and kissing your cervix with his tip. the friction of his lower stomach rubbing up against your clit sent you into a frenzy.
it was too easy— making your sensual moans turn into choked up whines. you were exactly where you wanted to be, crumbling underneath him as his hips forcefully met yours.
"s' what you want?" snap "t' get" snap "treated like a slut? yeah?" snap. snap. snap.
you can only nod in response. your lips suckle at his neck for comfort, dotting reddened marks on his sweet spots. you manage to beg him for more— not caring about how loud you were getting— not when you were so close.
he obliged, passing up the opportunity to tease you for being so loud and allowing the speed of his hips to match the brutal force. "fuckin brat, were gna get —shit caught"
strings of your slick connected to his abs, the downright pornographic imagine you created only made him ram into you even harder.
there was no warnings— no build up to his change in pace causing tears to well up in your eyes “f-fck, toru i can't t-"
just as satoru predicted, you were on the brink of pushing him away soon after he made your wish come true.
only if you weren’t so needy— so eager to finish all over him, then just maybe he’d feel bad about how absolutely feral your tears made him.
" dont tell me you can't take it hhn—, not when you creamin round me like tthis"
his thrusts grew sloppy— moans grew labored when his unsparing thrusts brought you both closer to your orgasm.
the last thwack had you arching into him, clawing at his back. “yesyesyes just like that baby”
satorus fingers flew into your mouth—a hasty attempt to shut you up while he filled you with his seed.
“let it out sweet girl —fuck cum f’ me”
his eyes rolled back into his head, allowing you both to ride out your respective highs before peeling himself off you.
the sly grin he sported after looking down at the lewd scene made your heart drop. what could he possibly have up his sleeve now?
my god was he filthy—lowering his head close to your white painted pussy, forcing you to look into his half lidded eyes as he dipped his tongue inside of you.
he held the mixture of your release in his mouth and came up for a deep sensual kiss, sharing the result of your hard work with you.
you gasp against his lips, opening wide for him to let his tongue swirl with yours.
“two minutes left to spare” only he would be so quick to smile and joke with you after vandalizing your walls like that.
“you’re crazy” you laughed with with him. he holds his hand out for you, helping you off the desk and adjusting your bikini bottoms.
he wasn’t wrong; you loved his antics just as much as he loved yours which is why you always found yourself bent over almost every surface imaginable.
walking out the watchpost, nobody seemed to have suspected anything from the two of you— not until they got closer and witnessed the claw marks down satorus back— at least.