FOREWARNING: I'd say it's about time you people found out why I rated this collection "M" when I first posted it.
Not for your prude and/or virgin eyes, if you can't take a bit kinkiness.
Satsuki is the kind of strong, opinionated woman who usually takes the lead in any situation with an iron grip.
Daiki doesn't really mind because he enjoys the way she bosses people around, commandeers them to do her bidding and always, always does it for a just cause, for the right reasons. He even humours her every now and then and allows her to boss him around effortlessly, too, because why not cut her some slack every now and then.
He likes the strong, standing tall Satsuki, who isn't afraid to state her opinion even if it's not widely accepted and who stands behind it no matter what.
And even though those are his most sincere feelings on the matter, the way he likes her best is on her knees in front of him, with that delicious mouth of hers devouring him.
It gives Daiki a certain high that exactly a girl as strong and amazing—desired by pretty much every straight man in their school—as Satsuki is the one kneeling before him, running the hot heat of her mouth along the entire length of his engorged shaft.
The Touou Ace took pride in knowing that, in their intimate relations, he was a good lover to his girl. He always made sure to care for her needs first and foremost, and he always allowed her to be the one to finish first—despite what many might believe would not be the case, considering his character.
Maybe it was that exact consideration for her that had her not at all averse to giving him this kind of service every now and then. She found it as a good way to reward him whenever it was well-warranted.
And, as good control as Daiki has otherwise, when engaged in some act of intimacy with his girlfriend, he can never last long when she sucks on him just like that, or when she strokes him just there, or when she runs the tip of her tongue just like that over there.
He has nothing to compare with, so maybe he's just conjuring stuff out of thin air, but he does believe that she gives the best blow jobs.
Either that, or she conditioned him really, really well.
After all, it takes him only a few seconds to get painfully hard whenever her hand starts wandering down to his thighs and venturing inside his shorts. When she grabs a hold of him, giving him a few experimental pumps, it's all he can do to contain an embarrassing whimper from tearing from his chest.
And then, when she smiles at him in that impish way before she goes on to get down to her knees—gosh, every time she does it, he's about ready to come.
It's only through sheer force of will that he doesn't.
She trails kisses down his chest and abdomen while she proceeds lower and lower, as though he's not already turned on enough. When she pulls him out of his underwear, the air always feels unbearably cool against his sensitive skin. His brows furrow but he knows the discomfort won't last long, because he knows that Satsuki isn't one to tease in such a situation.
She doesn't disappoint when she gives his tip an experimental lick and feels twice more encouraged when a low growl of desire tears from him.
And the moment she takes him into her mouth—it's like entering heaven for all he knows. She's warm and satin soft and with the way she applies pressure to him in just the most delicious ways as she sucks him in is enough to make his mind shut down.
He stops thinking when her head starts bobbing up and down along the length of him. He can focus on nothing else except the mind-numbing pleasure she's granting him and the maddeningly arousing sight she presents as she grabs the base of his erection with her hand while her mouth works wonders on the most intimate part of him.
In this kind of set-up, he can never last long. She's too sexy, too seductive, too mind-blowingly good at this for him—she always has him breathless and incapable of containing the strangled moans that exit his throat while she takes more and more of him into her mouth.
It already takes all his effort and will-power to keep his hips from thrusting into the delicious heat of her mouth, and he makes sure to always tell her—strained, breathless, barely above a whisper—when he's close.
She knows, though, even if he doesn't tell her. She can tell perfectly by how the whole length of him tenses, followed by his whole frame stilling when he's just right around the edge.
She loves watching him come undone, and she enjoys the power it makes her feel over him.
By just a single touch, he's already ready to go. She adores the expressions he makes while she allows him into her mouth. Her whole body burns with desire when he places a hand—so gently and lightly that she can barely tell he's even touching her—at the back of her head in a gesture of wordless need.
Satsuki knows that probably not every girl would be into this kind of thing. The mere notion of kneeling—taking a rather subjugated position—in front of a guy and doing this for him is probably not up every girl's alley.
Satsuki, however, enjoys it.
She enjoys it because, even though she's the one on her knees, it's Daiki who's begging her—hold tighter; suck harder; don't stop, please, please, please—at the end.
And, frankly, she can't get enough of the flustered look on his face as he looks down at her when he comes, his eyes glazed with lust and adoration.
A/N: Yes. Yes, that's where I went with this prompt. It had to be done, okay?!
If this managed to get at least some butterflies in your tummy, then my mission has been accomplished! I hope you enjoyed the spin I gave to the prompt. (chuckles) Opinions and comments are always welcomed and encouraged!
100 Situations, Table One; 022: Beggar.
13th March, 2013.