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NSFW Gojo Week (7)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Asking Gojo to stay late to help you train turns out to be more beneficial than anticipated.

cw: gojo's a little bit of an ass, edging, wax play, oral sex, vaginal sex

an: thank you so much to everyone who read and participated this week, it was so much fun!

words: 3.1k

Masterlist • Day 6

“Oh, come on.” Gojo says as he kicks you back, hands in his pocket, blindfold covering his eyes, “You can do better than that.”

“I’m tired. We’ve been going at this for hours. Not all of us have seemingly infinite stamina.”

He smirks, and you could swear that even though he has his blindfold on, he winked at your comment. You roll your eyes in response and huff, chest rising and falling as you lay on the floor in the training room of Tokyo Tech.

The room is dark, the only light coming from the candles lit all over the room. The light flickering off Gojo’s sharp jawline and perfectly unblemished skin almost makes him glow, appearing more ethereal than he normally does.

Tonight he’s in a casual black t-shirt and grey sweatpants that hang deliciously off his hips, exposing just enough to see the outline of the sexy v at his hips. It’s the outfit he typically wears each time you ask him to stay late and train with you.

Gojo comes over, crouches down in front of your feet resting his forearms on his thighs with a serious expression.

“You think curse users are going to give a shit if you’re tired?”

“I want you to give a shit that I’m exhausted.”

He smiles, teeth perfectly straight and pearly white, “Nope! Now get your ass up and let’s go again.”

You press your lips together and kick your foot out in Gojo’s direction, only for him to catch your ankle. With your other leg, you lock your knee in with his ankle and force him onto his back with you straddling his hips, pinning his arms above his head.

It was entirely way too easy.

He chuckles, nose inches away from yours, “When are we going to stop playing this game?”

“What game?” It comes out more breathless than you meant it to.

“The one where you ask me to stay late and train with you multiple times a week. We could just fuck. Wouldn’t that be easier than parading around in the shortest shorts you own?”

Your cheeks flush immediately, letting go of his hands and sitting up, turning away from him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Gojo laughs quietly, moving his hands up from your hips to the bare skin just under your shirt. You gasp at the contact of his warm hands while he glides gently over the waistband.

“Try again.”

“I’m serious. I ask you to help train me so I can get better.”

“Really~,” he asks, drawing out the word before rolling his hips once causing you to gasp and bite your lip still turned away from his gaze.

He sits up, hands spanning your waist drawing little circles with his thumbs just below your breasts while he ghosts his lips along your jaw, down your neck, and across your shoulders. You swallow and take a deep breath, hands relaxing to rest on his shoulders as you finally turn to align your noses.

Your lips part as your eyes flicker between his blindfold and lips several times before gravitating to him slightly, the corner of his lip twitches up as he leans forwards to meet you halfway.

Only to be stopped, unable to move forward again, lips just barely touching, “You can get more of what you want when you admit to your poor plan.”

He adjusts you slightly so you sink further onto his hips, feeling his growing length in his sweatpants before rocking your hips once.

That’s all it takes for your resolve to crack.

“Fine. I-” You give in with a sigh, bringing your index fingers up through the fabric of his blindfold next to his eyes, lifting it up and off to reveal his gorgeous cerulean eyes, “I was just doing this to spend more time with you.”

“Good girl,” he says with a cocky smirk, and the next thing you know, you’re flat on your back, Gojo’s lips pressed to yours in a dizzying kiss that leaves you more than breathless when he pulls away tugging your lower lip.

The lights flicker around the room from the candles as Gojo easily stripes off your shirt and bra, tossing them haphazardly to be found later. With a flick of his wrist, most of the flames in the room turn into puffs of smoke, leaving only the candles nearest you alight.

If you let yourself sit and think about it too long, you’d think this is kind of romantic. Alone, the dim light in the room casting your shadows along the walls, a burning passion and desire between the two of you.

Smirking mischievously, Gojo grabs one of the nearby candles. You gasp as he brings the candle lower letting the hot flame caress the swells of your breast, just below your nipple, across your abdomen, and through the valley of your breasts; the heat radiates close to your skin but he never lets it get close enough to burn.

It’s thrilling. Teetering on this edge of pleasure and pain as Gojo watches your expression, smiling when you giggle. Tilting the candle slightly, a few drops of melted wax drip onto your stomach. You hiss, stomach clenching from the searing contact, but it cools almost instantly.

“Mm, Gojo,” You whisper when he leans down to kiss along your jaw and neck, fingers finding his silky white tresses, the other wrapping easily around his shoulder.

“Satoru.” He corrects easily, voice muffled in the junction of your neck and shoulder as he focuses on sucking a little starburst under your ear.

Your eyes are closed and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips as you repeat back his name breathlessly thinking about how you haven’t had hickeys on your neck since high school.

He moves lower, sucking several spots along your clavicle and chest before grabbing the candle again, thinking he’s going to do the same thing, bring the flame close to your freshly marked skin. Only this time, he tilts it until a few drops of hot wax splash onto the new tender spots.

You hiss from the sensation and are also slightly horrified by the jolt that’s sent to the apex of your thighs from his actions, slick pooling in your shorts.

As he continues to move lower, you grab at the shirt he’s wearing, pulling it off him, refusing to be the only naked one as he continues to strip you of your clothes. He’s more muscular than he appears with his shirts and sweatshirts on, it’s not uncommon for sorcerers to be muscular given all the physical activity, but his sinewy back and torso are to die for.

“No panties?” He looks up with wide, gleaming eyes as he pulls your shorts past your ankles, watching as you shake your head and bite your lip, “Fuck, you wanted this so bad.”

Your chest is heaving, tits rising and falling in anticipation; a fire is burning in your core, desire running rampant, waiting for him to touch you, to give you any stimulation to your aching clit.

Grabbing his blindfold, Satoru leans over you gently sliding the silk fabric over your head to cover your eyes. It’s so dark, you can’t see a thing out of it and it fits so snuggly there are no cracks to make out any light.

“How do you see out of this thing?” You turn your head a few times, trying to find an angle that lets you see something but it’s useless.

Satoru laughs, running his hands along the length of your body slowly and that’s the only response you get until you hear him sigh before going back to suck a few small marks on your neck before nipping and licking his way to your breast, slipping a nipple in his mouth while palming the other.

Your back arches off the mats, pulling his hair while he pinches and tweaks each nipple with his thumb and forefinger, gently tugging on the other with his teeth.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, thrusting your hips up to try and meet his, to find stimulation while he’s rolling his fingers and tongue over your hardened buds.

He smiles, watching how you shamelessly squirm beneath him in pleasure, cock straining in his sweatpants from the sight. He’s thought about seeing you like this on more than one occasion. Usually, the center of his fantasies is when he gets home from helping you train, using his palm to release the ach between his thighs.

But seeing you like this is so much better than his fantasies. All needy and helpless, waiting for you to inevitably beg him to fuck you. And he will. But not yet.

You’ve been making him patiently wait for far too long.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips when he lets go of your breast with a pop, squeezing the other before letting his hands roam to your waist and hips, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses in his wake, dipping his tongue in your belly button.

You lift your hips when he runs two fingers through your slipper folds.

“So sensitive,” He muses more to himself than you, palming his rock-hard cock through his sweatpants at the sight before massaging the plush skin of your thighs, lowering himself between them.

“Fuck, Satoru!” You cry out when he gives an experimental lick up the center of your core, leaving a too-soft, too-gentle kiss right on your neglected clit before moving to kiss and lick your thighs.

Your hands grip his hair, trying to keep him at your center so he can extinguish the flames that are threatening to swallow you whole right now. When he swats your hand away, you attempt to close your legs around his head in sheer neediness, but Satoru pushes your thighs apart.

“Keep your legs open.” He commands, forcing a loud, frustrated whine to leave your lips.

“Satoru, please, I need it, I need you. Please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy, pressing his thumb gently to your clit and giving one small, tiny circular motion.

“Oh god,” you moan out, much to his amusement, rutting your hips in a poor attempt at keeping the slightest amount of stimulation he just gave.

“Need me here, baby?” He asks condescendingly, watching you through his long, thick snowy lashes as you gasp, feeling his tongue run up your center, “Fuck, you taste so good.”

“Please- pleasepleaseplease,” you’re begging while he teases, letting his tongue explore every part of you for the first time.

And then he just stops.

You try your best to look around, unable to see anything still but you can feel the smirk that’s spread across his face right now against you.

“Satoru,” you’re whiney, needy and you want to keep rutting your hips to fuck yourself on his tongue but he’s moved his hands to your hips, halting any movement. “Satoru, what are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps your legs spread wide open and hands cemented on your hips to keep you from moving.

“Please let me cum, please.”

Satoru laughs into you, the vibrations from his voice shooting to the tips of your fingers to your toes, causing them to curl.

You really thought begging would work, but he still seems annoyed that you played this little game of trying to spend time with him by training rather than just giving in to your desires and making what you want known. And that’s why he won’t give you any much-needed stimulation.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Satoru. I want you - I’ve wanted you, so bad,” You pant out in desperation, voice so deliriously needy you don’t have any time to be embarrassed about how badly you want him, need him right now.

He perks at the trembling of your voice, watching as you lay your head back in defeat and he laughs. Hot breath fanning your core before he enthusiastically licks along your folds, letting go of your hips to sink two fingers into your cunt, easily finding your sweet spot.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he focuses on rapidly flicking his tongue across your clit until you’re moaning all staccato and pretty for him, pulling on his hair, nails gripping into his shoulder as you shatter onto his hand when he sucks your clit into his mouth.

He works you through your release, watching you shiver and tremble, walls fluttering so delicately around his fingers. He’s losing his patience, losing his will to keep himself from you any longer.

When you come down from your high, head lolled to the side, Satoru pulls the blindfold off to reveal a devious glint in his eye.

He’s swift with his movements, pulling his sweatpants down just far enough so his cock springs free from the confines of his briefs, your eyes growing wide at the sight of his length, the red angry tip glistening from precum leaking from the slit.

“That’s-that’s not going to fit.” You breathe before laughing a little deliriously.

“You’ll make it fit yeah? For me, 'cause you wanted this so bad?”

You barely have time to nod your head before he’s hoisting you up, sitting back on the balls of his feet as he lines the tip with your entrance.

He presses his forehead against yours as he hisses, “fuck, so tight.”

Your nails dig into his shoulder as you continue to slide down his thick length, jaw slack from the feeling of being so full. More full than you think you’ve ever been before.

Satoru licks along the length of your neck, groaning into you as you get fully seated on his lap. The kiss he places on your lips is slow and sensual as he moves his hips slightly, letting you adjust to his size.

Cupping your jaw, he slips his tongue in your mouth letting the wet muscle dance with yours before spitting in your mouth. It’s filthy, he’s filthy and the electricity running through your body is lighting your nerves on fire.

Your back hits something firm, to your confusion, when Satoru leans you back slightly, trailing his hands from your hair and neck over your breasts and down to your hips. Looking from side to side, you’re suspended in the air.

He’s able to read the confusion on your face, answering your question before you’ve even asked it.

“My Infinity.”

You laugh a little, “didn’t know you could do things like this with your technique.”

“I can do things you couldn’t ever imagine.” His eyes are more black than blue, filled with lust and desire as he quickly, roughly snaps his hips into you once, causing you to grab his arms for support.

Grabbing another candle, Satoru slowly lets the wax drip and fall along the top of your chest, watching intently as it rolls down over your breasts. It stings, causing you to suck in a breath between your teeth when the hot wax rolls over your sensitive, hardened buds. But the thoughts of pain swiftly vanish when he runs his tongue between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the junction of your shoulder and neck to suck a few small marks there.

He fucks into your rough and fast, pistoning his hips as he continues to drip candle wax along your chest and abdomen, feeling the way it begins to pool in your belly button. His hands are on you before the wax has a chance to dry, spreading the warm oil over your sides and back, pressing his hard chest into your softer one as he lays you back flat on the mat below.

“Oh god!” You clench as his tip hits your cervix in the most delicious way. It’ll bruise and be uncomfortable tomorrow, but that’s for you to worry about another time because right now it feels so damn good. “Right there, please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. Instead, he lifts your legs, pressing your knees to your chest as he continues to slam into your relentlessly.

“Like this baby?” Satoru asks breathlessly, babbling before giving you time to answer, “Yeah, you do. I knew y-you would. Knew you’d like it filthy- scratch my back.”

You oblige, digging your nails into his shoulder and dragging them down slowly each time the tip of his heavy cock pinches your cervix. It makes you want to close your legs, wrap them around his waist and never let him go.

He groans into you, sticking his fingers in your mouth causing you to choke and gag slightly before spitting again.

“Swallow.” He commands, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head as you do what he said, clenching around his cock so hard he knows you’re going to milk him for all he’s worth.

And he can hardly wait.

“Satoru, I’,m-I’m gonna-” Your voice is caught in your throat when he adjusts slightly, the tip of his cock brushes over your sweet spot, causing your vision to go white and a wave of ecstasy to course through your veins.

“Shit- that’s it, baby, give it to me, yes,” He moans before latching his lips to yours, pumping his hips, working your through your release.

And he was right, your walls squeeze and clench around him like a goddamn noose and he can’t hold back any longer. His fingertips dig into your hips as he pulls out, grabbing the base of his cock and stroking a few times before he throws his head back, letting out the filthiest, most sinful moan you’ve ever heard, his release covering your chest and stomach, alongside the now dried wax on your skin.

You’re both breathing heavily, the only sounds in the quiet training room coming from your deep breaths. Even though the only light in the room is from the few remaining candles, it’s too bright right now, so you cover your eyes with your elbows, letting what just took place on campus sink in.

You’d both be in a world of trouble if Yaga were to catch you in here, panting, you fully naked and Satoru halfway because he was too impatient to actually remove all articles of clothes. You’re not too worried about it though - after all, you do have faith that Satoru would cover for you. Come up with some excuse or at the very least, threaten Yaga and the higher-ups into letting you keep your job.

“You okay?” Satoru asks, snapping you out of your thoughts when he moves your elbow away from your face. You blink several times, eyes readjusting to the dim light in the room as he tucks several strands of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I-I’m okay. Holy shit.” You answer, still breathless from being fucked within an inch of your life.

“Good. I wanna go again.”

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violetsaffron5 · 8 months

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We're hosting NSFW Gojo Week 2023!!!

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Hellooooooo! With season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen quickly approaching, we're excited to announce we are hosting a NSFW Gojo Week and would love for you to join us this September in participating!!! This includes:

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violetsaffron5 · 8 months

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NSFW Gojo Week (6)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

going out late at night to meet your secret lover takes a turn you weren't expecting

cw: 1.3k

words: forbidden love, public sex, gunplay

Masterlist • Day 5 • Day 7

You shouldn’t be out alone at night.

You know this, but still, it’s nice to be able to breathe without having bodyguards constantly around, deterring you from what you want to do.

It’s dangerous to be alone, but sometimes you need to take the risk. Especially so you can meet up with someone your family doesn’t want you to.

You’re in a dark alley behind a few seedy buildings, far enough away from the hustle and bustle of Tokyo nightlife. The only real noise you’re able to distinguish is the annoying buzz of an overhead street lamp until you turn a corner and hear grunts that make you furrow your brows.

Hesitantly, you continue walking forward until you see him.

Tall. Lean. Muscular in his black shirt. The alley lights cast a beautiful shadow along the sharp ridges of his nose and jaw. He’s beautiful.

He also appears to be working, judging by the way there’s a man groveling on his knees, battered and bruised. When you agreed to meet, you assumed he’d be alone, like all the other late-night rendezvous you’ve had.

Unsure if this was on purpose or not you take a small step backward, but the click of your heel on the pavement is loud enough for Satoru to hear. He turns, eyeing you over his shoulder with a wicked smile that causes your heart to beat furiously and a heat to form in the depths of your belly.

Despite being unsure about the situation before you, you have to stop yourself from smiling back when his gaze reaches your eyes. Instead, you do your best to look shocked to see him - and you are, considering you didn’t expect him to be working.

Satoru cocks his head and arches his brow as you clench your jaw and take a deep breath, “Well, well. Who do we have here?”

As Satoru steps closer to you, you step back slowly until you’re pressed against the rough, brick building behind you, causing you to gasp. He smiles, baring his canines at the soft sound, winking in your direction to let you know he’s putting up a front - it doesn’t stop him from being any less intimidating.

He places a hand on the wall next to your face, caging you in easily while drawing his gun from the back of his pants. You eye the pistol, narrowing your eyes, curious about what he’s going to do.

Your eyes widen when he points the gun to your chest. You’re absolutely appalled at the way your breath hitches at the cold contact and the unreal wetness forming at the apex of your thighs with his rough demeanor.

“What’s the granddaughter of the higher-ups doing out her all by herself? In a little black dress, no less.”

One thing you learned quickly when secretly meeting with Satoru was to wear something easily accessible. Not only because you’re both incredibly impatient when with one another, but because it also makes getting put together after so much easier and makes it less likely to be caught.

You don’t answer. Instead, you swallow thickly, looking behind Satoru’s shoulder to see the other Yakuza members grinning mischievously as they yank the man from earlier up from the ground.

A shiver runs down your spine when Satoru lifts the gun, grazing it against the base of your throat before pressing the tip to the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

Your eyes meet and you breathlessly ask, “Are you going to shoot me?”

His grin is wide, and animalistic while dragging the tip of the gun slowly through the valley of your breasts, “No.”

Turning over his shoulder, just enough for the other members to see his glare, he cocks his head to the side, telling them to leave the two of you be. They narrow their eyes at him before scoffing and dragging the man with them while Satoru finishes up “business” here.

As soon as they’re out of eyesight, your arms wrap around Satoru’s neck, pulling him in for a heated, sloppy kiss.

You hate this, having to pretend you don’t know each other whenever he comes in to give updates on his missions to the higher-ups, your grandparents. They would never willingly let you be together - he’s too brash, brazen, and disrespectful toward them.

But the first time you saw him, heading down the hall towards a meeting with them, you couldn’t stop staring. He smiled his charming, crooked smile at you and it was love at first sight.

Satoru places his knee between your legs, forcing you to separate them wider for him as he kisses down your neck and shoulder before grabbing the strap of your dress and pulling it down. You know he wants to be rougher, to tear the dress you’re wearing to shreds but he has to show some restraint, so you’re not heading home completely naked after your encounter.

And if you did, and anyone so much as glanced in your direction - he’d lose his goddamn mind.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, watching your exposed chest heave up and down before kissing the junction of your neck and shoulder sweetly, causing you to shudder as you pathetically grind your hips into his knee for stimulation.

He soon replaces it with his hand, letting his fingers toy with your clothed clit before really fucking surprising you by placing the gun in your mouth. You look at him horrified, while he has a nonchalant, bemused expression.

“Suck.” He commands, watching with parted lips as you swallow thickly before twirling your tongue around the head of the gun, the same way you have his cock so many times.

His cheeks are pinkened, and he lets out a low groan when he pulls the cool metal from your mouth, watching the trail of saliva that follows.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises watching you through thick lashes as he snaps the band to your panties, letting them fall softly to the ground before placing the cold tip of the gun directly on your swollen clit.

You gasp and try to wiggle away from the foreign feeling, while he just chuckles at your surprised reaction. This isn’t something the two of you have ever partaken in, but you can tell it’s something that’s been on his mind for some time with the way he’s reveling in your reactions.

After several small, tight circles he replaces the gun with his thumb, pressing gently as you rock your hips into him as he slides the gun between your slick folds. You freeze, mouth agape as you take in the new, unfamiliar sensation.

And you hate yourself for not hating this.

Or him, at this moment to be exact.

“That’s it, baby,” He coos as you rock your hips shamelessly against the weapon, taking in all the pleasure he’s giving you with your skilled fingers. The heat in your stomach is so close to snapping and you’d be horrid with the fact that you’re about to cum on Satoru’s pistol if you weren’t so wrapped up in the feeling of being with him again and the way he makes you feel.

There’s plenty of time tonight and tomorrow to be mortified with how you’re shamelessly ridding his weapon in a dirty back alley in the streets of Tokyo.

Satoru groans, loud and guttural when you open your mouth in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. He presses his lips to yours in a sweet, saccharine kiss as you come down from your high before trailing several licks and kisses across your jaw and down your neck before adjusting the straps of your dress.

You grab onto his strong, muscular forearms for balance as the world comes back into focus. “You should get going.” He says, tone gruff but firm.

Pursing your lips, you take a deep breath, eyes flicking between his beautifully sinful face and his gun, “We’re going to pretend like that never happened.”

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violetsaffron5 · 8 months

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hiiiiii i was wondering if you were gonna finish bd? I love the story and really want to know how reader and gojo have a falling out

Helloooooo yes do I plan on finishing the story and part 2 will come eventually. I’m just feeling a bit burned out on writing rn 💕

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violetsaffron5 · 8 months

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NSFW Gojo Week (5)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Gojo maybe, kinda, sorta got hit with a sex curse technique on purpose and he can't stop thinking about one thing.

cw: sex pollen/curse, breeding, cum play, vaginal sex, spit kink, creampie, this one is just kinda silly goofy

words: 2.4k

Masterlist • Day 4 • Day 6

“Hey, baby…”

“Hey, Satoru… You okay? What’s up?”

You can hear hesitancy in his voice through the other line of the phone, which isn’t normal, to say the least.

“Um. I kinda fucked up at work today.”

Okay. That’s not unusual.

“Oh. Yaga making you work overtime or something?”

“No, not exactly. Can you just… come home as soon as possible?” You’re able to make out some rustling in the background but are unable to tell exactly what it is.

“Home?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll… be there soon, I guess.”

In all the years that you’ve been together, that you’ve just known him, it’s not uncommon for him to do something to piss Yaga off and be forced to pick up extra missions as punishment. But for him to be sent home?

It had to have been bad.

You’re racking your brain but unable to come up with something bad enough that he would do that this would happen. Did they fire him? Could they fire him?

If that’s the case, then there’s a good chance Satoru isn’t taking the news well. He loves his students and has a great passion for teaching them, so you’re really not sure what kind of mess you’re about to walk into.

When you step into your shared apartment everything is clean like usual. Looking around the kitchen and living room, nothing is amiss. The only thing you can hear is music coming from down the hall.

As you make your way toward the bedroom, you’re able to make out the distinct sounds of Satoru panting and grunting, and you’re really unsure of what’s going on at this point.

“Satoru? What’s going on in her-”

You blink several times, not expecting to walk in on this.

He’s standing in front of the full-length mirror next to the dresser, wearing nothing but his socks, muscles rippling, with his palm gripped around his hard cock watching as he strokes himself.

His eyes catch yours and he gives you a lopsided grin, slicking back his sweat-covered bangs, “Oh. Hey.”

You don’t mean to, you really don’t, but you can’t help but laugh at what you’ve just walked in on, “Were you just… in the mirror?”

Finally, you take a moment to look around the bedroom only to notice it’s a wreck. His clothes are strewn all over, a couple of energy drinks sit on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, and there are bottles - bottles - of lube on the dresser next to where he’s standing.

He watches you with a serious expression as he strides over to you, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You smile at his words, trying your absolute best to not continue laughing, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He breathes, cupping your face as he places several soft, sensual kisses on your lips. You can feel the way he’s rocking his hips into you, trying to get more stimulation.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered?” You ask as he moves to nibble your ear. Satoru has always smelled good, but right now, despite the sheen of sweat covering his body, he smells like vanilla and warmth and it’s making it incredibly hard to resist him.

“I just…” His eyes trail down to your stomach, hands on your waist, thumbs pressing small circles on your stomach, “I just really wanna fuckin’ breed you.”

Your eyes grow wide at his words. This isn’t something you ever talked about seriously. The few times the topic has been brought up, he’s shut it down almost instantly expressing that he doesn’t want to have kids until he reaches his goal of resetting Jujutsu society.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah… I gotta… You’re gonna look so fucking good all big and round and full of me.”

It’s probably not a smart move, but you’ll entertain his exceptionally rampant, lustful thoughts for now. It’s not like you’ve ever really been able to resist his advances, always melting to his touch as soon as his lips press to yours.

When you grab the base of his cock, Satoru whimpers as you drag your hand slowly to the tip a few times while he slips his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.

And then he moans with furrowed brows. And you know that moan, along with the familiar wet, stickiness that’s been released in the palm of your hand.

“Satoru… did you just…” You look down and sure enough, the evidence of his release is in your fist.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

His eyes bore into yours when he brings your hand to his lips and licks his cum off, eyes slowly turning more black than blue with lust.

Your mouth is agape as you watch him, utter confusion written on your face, especially as he places your hand back on his cock.

“Why are you still-”

Hard.

Sure, Satoru can go like a fucking racehorse. There have been plenty of times when the two of you have stayed up all night and day rolling between the sheets. But even this is unusual for him.

“Mm. You should strip for me,” He decides, moving to sit at the edge of the bed with hopeful eyes, stroking his cock in anticipation.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s having some sort of incredibly horny manic episode.

Folding your arms over your chest, you watch him seriously, skeptically, “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

He sighs, trilling his lips while rolling his eyes. He knows you’re not going to give in until he tells you.

“I-” He waves his hand in front of his face, “Got hit with this curse technique.”

“Ok. I’m guessing it was a sex technique, right?” He nods, “How did this happen?”

It’s not uncommon for sex curses to appear since so many people have so many varied feelings about the physical act. What’s not common is Satoru being affected due to his Infinity.

“I was curious what it would be like, and now I just really need you to fuck it out of me. Please.”

He’s never been one to beg but your stoic demeanor diminishes as soon as he pouts because quite honestly, he looks so fucking good when he strokes his cock.

And you know he feels even better.

His cock is longer and harder than you’ve ever seen it. His dick has always been so pretty but right now the tip is red and angry, leaking precum that he’s spreading with his thumb down the length of his cock.

Biting your lip, you slowly unbutton your uniform top, letting it fall to the floor. Satoru sucks in a deep breath as he looks at your chest, humming when he sees the lacy bra you wore today. After undoing your belt, you remove your bra before gently squeezing your breasts as you shimmy your hips, letting your skirt fall to your ankles.

You leave your heels on, because you know he likes that. He has a goofy grin on his face with half-lidded eyes as you step towards him before turning around and over, giving him a view of your cunt as you remove your panties before discarding them with the rest of the clothes on the floor.

Placing your hand on his chest, you go to push him back on the bed, but he’s not going to give you control, not tonight. You already knew that.

Grabbing your wrist and pinning it over your head, he pushes you into the mattress. When he grabs the base of your neck you gasp, giving him the opportunity to grin, showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth before letting a trail of saliva fall into your mouth.

You fucking love it when he’s rough like this.

He usually is, but you know he holds back, trying not to hurt you. But when he gets so aroused that he can’t help himself, can barely think straight? You have the time of your life.

There’s a neediness already blossoming in the pit of your stomach, breaths falling faster as he slowly ghosts his fingers over your skin, feeling every dip and curve you have to offer him.

He’s drinking you in like water he hasn’t had in decades, that you’re a decadent meal that he’s about to devour.

The thought sends a jolt straight to your core.

He parts your legs, nestling himself between them easily as he crashes his lips to yours in a series of searing hot kisses, tugging on your lower lip greedily when he pulls away.

You roll your hips against him, seeking friction when he presses his hips to your core, moaning wantonly into his mouth.

“Always so wet for me baby,” He praises, adjusting himself so his cock sits at your entrance before easily slipping between your folds. “Gonna - oh god - gonna make you a mommy. You want that baby? Yeah, I know you do. Been asking me about it forever.”

He’s babbling, already losing himself in you and it feels like he’s legitimately trying to split you in half with how he doesn’t give you any time to adjust before he’s slamming his hips into you at an unbelievable pace.

Skin slapping and lewd squelching fill the room as he sits back, watching where you’re connected. His cheeks are pink, across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears. Placing a hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge from his cock, he’s mesmerized watching as it disappears inside you.

“Sit up.” He commands, so you do on your elbows as you watch him spit where you’re connected before staring at you intently, waiting for you to do the same.

He moans when you do, watching the way all your fluids mix together as he continues to fuck into you with reckless abandon.

Satoru hits that spot inside you repeatedly, the one that has your toes curling and gasping as you grab onto his shoulder as your legs tense and your face contorts in pleasure.

A wave of ecstasy rolls through you as you scream out his name over and over again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby, you’re gonna make me-” He groans kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder, “I’m gonna-”

His body tenses as warmth fills your insides, eyes wide as he hisses like he’s in pain before scrambling off the bed. You watch in horror as he moves out of you and off the bed faster than you’ve ever seen before.

“What- Are you okay?”

“Cramp. Got a cramp in my leg.”

You laugh, throwing your head back and resting while he takes care of his little issue.

“Stop laughing.” His voice is serious, causing you to sit back up on your elbows and look at him. “Stop laughing while I’m-” He gestures to his length.

You didn’t think it was possible to bruise his ego, especially when it comes to sex because he’s just so damn good at it. But being affected by the curse, he’s got to have an influx of so many emotions running through him that he’s trying incredibly hard to not let you see.

Grabbing your ankle, Satoru flips you easily so you’re on all fours, facing the mirror next to the dresser, across from the bed. It’s disorienting when he does this, using his technique like that to get you into the position he wants. He knows it, you’ve told him. He still does it.

“Gonna knock you up. Fuck!” He groans as he enters you again from behind, hand gripping your hair at the scalp forcing you to watch in the mirror as he pistons his hips into you. “Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine. They already do, baby right? They know you’re mine?”

“Yes, yesyesyes,” is all you’re able to breathe out as you watch him in the mirror.

He looks so fucking good with parted lips, chest red and heaving as he pounds into you, the baby blues of his eyes are no longer visible, replaced by his black lust-filled pupils.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck-” He groans out, focusing on your cunt and the way it grips onto him, “Squeeze me like that again baby - oh yeah - just like that. Gonna- fuck - you gonna make me a daddy, baby?”

It’s all so much, so euphoric that there’s no way you’re able to hold back your impending orgasm; unable to help the way your thighs shake when the tip of his length kisses your cervix so deliciously you know it’ll ache in the morning.

The moment Satoru drapes his body over yours, fingers drawing small tight circles on your clit is the moment the flames erupt, warmth and pleasure coursing through your veins as your walls spasm and constrict around his cock.

Satoru lets out a melodious moan as he cums, shoving his cock into you as far as possible, hips flush against yours until you can feel him in your throat, spilling into you with everything he has.

There’s so much dripping out from between where you’re connected that his efforts to keep it all inside are fruitless. The view is absolutely obscene, cum mixed together and dripping onto the bed sheets below, the sounds are vulgar but it doesn’t stop him from fucking it deep and deeper inside, rolling his neck and head back through the hypersensitivity of his tip.

Eventually, he rolls you over onto your back, peppering your face and lips with little kisses, but there’s an unexpected wetness on his cheeks that causes you to knit your brows together and look at him.

“Are you… crying?”

“It just-” He takes a deep breath, licking a strip from your chest to jaw, “Felt so good.”

You’re sure he hates it, but you chuckle at the ridiculousness of all of this. This time though, he chooses to ignore it as he sucks several small lilac bruises on your neck, shoulder, and down to your tits.

“How has the curse not lifted yet?” You sigh, wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand while Satoru positions his face between your legs, kissing your thighs several times, admiring the view.

“Oh, it did.” Your head snaps to his immediately curious about what he plans on doing, “I’ve just always wanted to know what we taste like together. Might as well do it now.”

You hiss as he runs his tongue between your hypersensitive folds, legs twitching around his head when he swirls his tongue on your clit.

“Good, huh?” He grins while slipping his tongue between your lips, letting you taste your mixed arousal on your tongue. He’s groaning, loving this as excess dribbles down your chin before he licks it off.

He gives a satisfied sigh, moving your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ears before cradling you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep.

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NSFW Gojo Week (4)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

As the executive assistant, it's your job to make sure the company anniversary event goes on without a hitch. Your boss, however, has another idea for your talents.

cw: possessive gojo, power dynamic, boss x employee/ceo x assistant, edging, degradation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, hate sex (kinda)

words: 2.2k

Masterlist • Day 3 • Day 5

Sometimes you hate your boss. You really, really do.

He loves to hear the sound of his own voice, loves to tease and poke fun at you any chance he gets. He’s also impatient, rash, has no regard for others and the authority they hold.

And sometimes he’s just plain mean.

But god, if he isn’t fucking sexy.

White hair tousled just right, crystalline eyes that shine bright with frosted lashes. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle slightly in the corner adding to his perfection. An absolute Adonis if you’ve ever seen one.

Sometimes you forget how much you hate him. Especially when he hands you his black credit card telling you to find the perfect dress for your company's upcoming fiftieth-anniversary event.

Everyone in the company attends these events and as the CEO’s personal assistant, your attendance is required. You need to radiate elegance, beauty, and grace to fit in with the elite echelon that will also be present.

It’s important that those with status and power within the company look their best. The men will be in hand-crafted, tailored suits, and the woman in luxury designer gowns.

You know when Gojo tells you to pick something out for the event that he expects you to choose something classy, yet sexy. It’ll show skin, but not too much.

He says it’s because he doesn’t appreciate the way other men leer at you. Part of you has always wondered if it’s something else.

When it comes to Satoru Gojo, there are two things you’re sure of:

First, he doesn’t have a partner. Being one of Tokyo's most eligible bachelors, a playboy like him doesn’t seem to be interested in settling down.

Second, you don’t miss the looks he gives you every day in the office.

You notice the way he watches you at your desk, just outside his office, from time to time, chewing on your pen as you listen intently to whoever is on the other line trying to schedule a meeting with him. You’ve also noticed the way he focuses on your lips as you talk, sitting across his desk squeezing your thighs together, squirming under his intense gaze. And you can feel the hole he’s burning into your ass when you walk away, hips swaying back to your own space.

On the night of the anniversary event you wear a black, floor-length dress with two slits up to your thighs, pinches at your waist perfectly, and shows off your bust. You haven’t seen Gojo yet, but you’re sure he’ll appear at any moment.

All of the board members, higher-ups, and competitors are here tonight to celebrate the company's accomplishments throughout the years. In the little circle you stand in talking with several of them, you recognize one in particular who has come to see Gojo several times over the years.

Naoya Zenin, with his bleach-blonde hair and designer tux, hands you a drink with a Cheshire grin while looking you up and down, “You know, you look great for your age. You should wear things that accentuate your womanly features more often.”

You tilt your head to the side and blink several times at his backhanded compliment before gaining your composure and accepting his drink. You would love nothing more than to give him a taste of his own medicine right now, but anything you say or do would reflect poorly on the business, and now isn’t the time for that.

Before Naoya has a chance to insult you again, a large hand snakes around your waist, pulling you into him.

“What’s going on here?” Gojo’s tone is icy, accusatory, but for what, you’re not sure.

“Oh nothing much,” Naoya says eyes flickering between the two of you, “Just chatting with your personal assistant.”

You glare at him while Gojo grabs the drink Naoya gave you from your hand, sniffing it quickly before handing it back to his competitor.

“Those of us presenting awards tonight aren’t allowed to drink until after the ceremony. There’s still plenty of work that needs to be done before we can relax.”

Gojo swiftly presses the drink back into Naoya’s hand causing it to spill all over his suit, causing the man to roll his eyes and grumble before walking away.

Turning to Gojo, you smile meekly while adjusting his tie. As expected, he looks better than ever in his fitted black suit, “Thanks for getting me out of that situation. That guy’s an asshole.”

He’s watching you with an expression you can’t read, but he does nod slowly in acknowledgment, “I need your help getting some last-minute changes organized before the announcements and awards are presented.”

Things like this aren’t uncommon, having to change the presentation or make other small things so everything runs smoothly at these events, so you studiously walk with Gojo to the elevator, making your way to his office on the top floor.

He keeps his arm locked around your waist in the elevator, and all it takes is one look. One simple look of you looking up to meet his azure gaze, eyes staring at your lips before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours.

It doesn’t take long until you’re laying on your boss's desk, legs spread wide, cunt on full display as curls two fingers, hitting your sweet spot.

“G-Gojo, please,” You’re begging for the release he’s denied you of several times already, before feeling a hard smack to your ass, causing you to yelp and arch your back from the sting.

“I’ve already told you. When we fuck, call me Satoru.”

Tears are forming in the corner of your eyes, hips thrusting up to meet his hand, searching for anything to press against your aching clit as you whine, “Sa-Satoru, please, please!”

The top of your dress has been pulled down, breasts exposed, and bouncing with every thrust. The hem has been lifted over your hips, bunched up at your waist. But aside from his tie having been loosened and a few of the top buttons undone, he’s still totally clothed.

“Please what, baby?” He cocks his head to the side, a saccharine grin plastered on his face.

Your brain is mush at this point, but you don’t care. Rutting your hips up, he chuckles, letting his thumb slowly graze over your clit, just long enough to tease before moving it away.

“I need - fuck - I need to cum, please.”

He quirks an eyebrow before cooing, “You need to cum?”

A soft whine leaves your lips as you shake your head yes.

Satoru snickers rubbing his thumb over your neglected clit in small tight circles, “See, I don’t really think you do. You need water for hydration, air to breathe. But you don’t need to cum.”

Your legs tremble and twitch, the thread that’s formed in your belly threatening to snap at any moment. And he knows, which is why he removes his thumb from your clit at the last possible second.

Tears well in the corner of your eye as you gasp out several obscenities at the loss of stimulation, unsure of what you even said when your back arches off the desk.

“It would have been better to say you deserve to cum. But even then, that begs the question.”

You look at him with furrowed brows and decide you really do fucking hate him. You knew you did, but you’re always blinded when he’s nice and generous to you.

Even though he had the face of an angel, he’s actually the devil and you should have known as soon as he kissed you, this is how your time together was going to go.

“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks seriously, pumping his fingers in and out of your core.

“Y-yes.”

His eyes widen as he laughs - laughs - at your answer.

“Really? Do you really think so? With the way you smile at Nanami and Suguru, and laugh at their jokes in the break room? That I wouldn’t see you were giving that pathetic, fucking Zenin bastard ‘fuck me’ eyes when he handed you that cocktail?”

You huff at his words, sucking in a sharp breath between your teeth, “Is your ego really so fragile you think I’d flirt with any of them over you?”

He increases his pace at your remark, rubbing his long fingers along the spot on the inside that has you seeing stars, legs trembling once again from having been denied your release only seconds or minutes prior, you’re not sure.

“Ask nicely.”

“What?”

He glares at you, “Ask nicely and I’ll think about letting you cum.”

“Please, please, please, I’ll do anything!” You whine, so pathetic, so pretty with the thought of your release being within reach, “Please fuck me, please let me cum.”

“Fine. You’re so fuckin’ needy.” He breathes, withdrawing his hand from your core, you whimper at the loss of being filled as he works to undo his belt, the prongs clinking against the buckle as his slacks fall to the floor.

You sit up on your elbows, watching his cock spring free as soon as he releases it from the confine of his briefs. You snake your lip between your teeth at the sight, looking up to meet his cocky grin as he pumps himself a few times.

Of course, he has a dick just as pretty as his face, huge, and the tip perfectly pink.

Satoru hovers over you, the blunt tip of his cock slipping past your entrance as you inhale sharply from being stretched. He goes slower than you expect, savoring every moment of entering you for the first time. His large hands grip your waist so tight there’s sure to be bruises later, in an effort to stop himself from bottoming out immediately.

“Baby, you’re so wet,” He mutters, slowly moving his hips, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled by him. So different from his attitude just moments before when he was hellbent on edging you within an inch of your life.

He rocks his hips, gently, shallowly a few times before sliding all the way out and slamming back in; moaning, throwing his head back as lewd squelching echoes in the room.

“Look at you,” Satoru coos, “Such a cockslut. Letting her boss fuck her brains out.” You clench around him automatically at his words, and he hisses, leaning over you. “Ha - you like that?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You moan out as he increases his pace, watching as your tits bounce in time with his thrusts.

Grabbing your legs, he throws them over his shoulder, leaning down and crashing his lips with yours, literally folding you in half. You cry out in pleasure at just how deep he’s able to go, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips.

Just like you’ve always imagined, his lips are soft and full against yours; his kisses are needy and hurried, like if he doesn’t do this now, he may never get the chance again.

“Don’t cum.” He demands as you clench around him, heat in your core building and building once again.

Your eyes widen at his request, nails digging into the nape of his neck and tugging his hair, “What? Why?”

His long arms reach across the desk, hands gripping the mahogany so hard on the other side his knuckles are white, snapping his hips into yours as he fucks you faster, harder, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you whine and moan against him trying your hardest to hold back your impending orgasm.

Removing your legs from his shoulders, he easily lifts you from the desk, kissing feverishly as he walks you over to the full-length windows in his office.

You gasp, as your back hits the cool window, your back and ass on full display for all of Tokyo - of course, they won't be able to actually see it, considering you’re on the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city.

“You’re coming with me on all my business trips from now on,” He sighs as you kiss along his neck jaw, nipping at his earlobe while he pistons his hips into yours, “Been wanting to do this for so long.”

He’s fucking you within an inch of your life, and unable to hold back any further, shattering around him as your mouth falls slack, vision going white from the intensity.

“Shhh, baby,” He coos, “We gotta get back s-soon.”

His hips falter and stutter against yours, feeling just how hard you’re gripping around him, sloppily kissing into you as he lets out a low groan, finding his own release not long after you.

You’re still against the window, panting as he continues fucking you through his release, coming down from your high. Both of your fluids dripping obscenely onto the floor below.

As you work on catching your breath, Satoru helps you stand on shaky legs, lazily kissing your lips as you hold onto his arms and shoulder for support. Leaning against the window, you wipe his sweat-covered bangs off his forehead before removing the lipstick stains littering his jaw and neck with your thumb.

Just as the two of you finish adjusting your clothes, someone rasps on his office before opening it.

Satoru is quick to cage you in against the window, hiding your face from whoever just entered.

Nanami, judging by the sound of his voice, “Gojo. The awards are about to start.” “Uh, yeah. We’ll - I’ll be down in a minute.”

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NSFW Gojo Week (3)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Satoru has always had a fantasy about fucking you in his office in nothing but a barely there lingerie set. Today, you make his dreams come true.

cw: established relationship, lingerie, body worship, semi-public sex, oral sex, face-fucking, getting walked in on

an: it's my birthday y'all 🥳

words: 2.1k

Masterlist • Day 2 • Day 4

Walking down the halls of Jujutsu Tech, your white heels click against the hardwood floor. You texted your husband this morning to see if he had time to get lunch with you later today, telling him there were some things you wanted to discuss and that you would meet him in his office before heading out.

Satoru has always had this fantasy, of you coming to see him at work with nothing but a little, silk lingerie set, letting him fuck you until you’re both sore in his office.

Today, you decided to be a nice, loving, and gracious wife because when you were shopping in Tokyo the other day, you saw a gorgeous silky, soft, snow-white lingerie set on a mannequin in the window of a lingerie store, and you just knew Satoru would love it.

Despite the price you bought two sets, knowing how your husband is. Wild, brazen, and unabashed when you wear something new for him, especially when it’s a surprise. The first one would be torn off, the barely there fabric ripped into scraps and discarded on the floor. The second might make it through the night when you inevitably wear it for him again.

You knock on his office door before opening it and peeking in, Hey, I’m here.”

He looks up from his desk, and to your surprise, he actually appears to be working on something. Knowing him, he probably got up to something with the students earlier in the day and heard an earful from Principal Yaga.

Satoru smiles when he sees you before quirking an eyebrow at your attire, “A little warm for a trench coat, don’t you think?”

Of course, you didn’t want to walk through the halls of the school almost completely naked, so before you left the penthouse you threw on the longest coat you could find in an effort to cover yourself until you were in the safety of his office. When you’re finished with your little surprise, he can just bring you back home in a heartbeat.

“I was cold, plus we won’t be out long anyway.”

He nods slowly with furrowed brows before shaking his head slightly, “Alright. Let me finish what I’m doing and then we can head out.”

You watch quietly as Satoru turns his attention to the cabinets behind his desk to file a few of his reports away, grabbing another folder and turning back around.

“So what were you wanting to disc-”

Satoru stares at you with wide eyes, mouth agape as the papers from the folder he just grabbed fall to the floor, “holy shit…”

When Satoru turned around, you removed the coat and locked his office door. Now you stand in front of him in a white lacy cage bra and thong set with matching stockings held up by garters. He looks you up and down as you slowly make your way toward him, hips swaying with each step.

You’re sure this is the quietest Satoru has ever been in his entire life as you place your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him to the best of your abilities. As you place a few kisses along his jaw and nibble his ear, your heart sinks a little, wondering if you somehow got it wrong, and this isn’t what he envisioned.

“Is this okay? I can change if-”

“No. No, no, no, no,” He says quickly, breathlessly, “This is amazing. You just took me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting… this.” He gestures to your outfit.

Biting your lip, you giggle, “I just got it the other day, but I’ve wanted to show it to you so many times.”

“Jesus… Stand up, I need to just look at you for a minute. Fuck.”

You can sense he’s having a hard time holding back his excitement as you move off his lap. He removes his blindfold before closing the blinds of his office while you make your way to the center of the room.

He licks his lips and snakes his lip between his teeth as he moves slowly around you, taking in the sight of the outfit you’re wearing just for him. He had mentioned a few times that he found strappy lingerie almost intoxicating when you discussed your fantasies, and there was no way you could pass this one up.

As he makes his way around, he gently bites one of his knuckles in anticipation which makes you laugh before he cups your face, giving you several gentle kisses before whispering, “We’re not making it to lunch.”

“It’s crazy how lunch was never on the menu.”

“For you. I plan on eating out,” He grins salaciously making you scrunch your nose and roll your eyes.

“Don’t be gross.” You smack his chest playfully.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I’m just excited…”

You chuckle, rubbing your hand on the front of Satoru’s slacks feeling how already painfully hard he is just by looking at you. He lets out a few soft groans as you push him back to where his chair is, “I can tell.”

Satoru watches as you swiftly unbuckle his belt before cupping your face, giving several deep kisses where your tongues dance together as his slacks fall to the floor, and his briefs will soon follow suit.

He moves his licks and kisses across your jaw, whispering, “You look perfect,” causing your cheeks to flush, and look away from him shyly. He chuckles as you clear your throat, biting your lower lip and pushing him down onto his chair.

“Sit back and relax. This is all about you.”

“And why is this all about me?”

You shrug, “Felt like it. Wanted to show you appreciation for being such an amazing-”

“Hm.” He hums in affirmation as you kiss his lips between words.

“Caring-”

“Mhm.”

“Loving, husband.”

You give him a deep, sensual kiss, tugging on his lower lip as you pull away, and trail several kisses down his neck until you meet the fabric of his uniform. Lowering to your knees, you lift his shirt and tell him to hold it up, he does with a grin.

Satoru shudders in anticipation as you kiss along his abdominal muscles, making your way to the ‘v’ at his hips, giving one side a gentle lick. Moving one hand to his balls, you caress them, eliciting a soft moan from Satoru as he leans his head back in the chair, eyes still intently watching your every move.

On his thigh, you bite down, sucking a small red mark to his surprise, making him gasp. He chuckles quietly, knowing you just did that to him because of all the times he’s done it when he’s teasing you to no end.

He sighs, moving one hand to stroke your hair as you grab the base of his cock and stroke gently before putting the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around.

Normally, you would take some extra time and tease him a little longer, but you’re not really sure how much time you’re realistically going to get here in his office.

“Baby?” Satoru mutters, watching as you hollow your cheeks, flicking your tongue over the tip of his cock before giving a few short, shallow bobs, “Think you can take it all?”

He sounds desperate, voice huskier than usual, almost pleading for you to say yes.

You hum, working slowly to take him deeper into the warmth of your mouth, towards the back of your throat.

He places his hand on the back of your head, guiding you, gently, deeper and deeper until your pretty throat is bulging from taking all of him, and your nose is pressed neatly to his groin.

“Goddamn, you look so good,” he moans, throwing his head back as you pull back and swirl your tongue on the tip again.

You stare up at him through your long lashes, humming against him, sending vibrations along the underside of his cock, feeling it twitch in your mouth as you do so.

“R-Relax your throat, baby, relax your throat,” he says hurriedly, “Wanna f-fuck your face. Just for a second.”

You have just enough time to do so before he pushes your head further onto his cock, bucking his hips into you wildly. You choke and gag with each thrust, every time he forces you to take the length of his cock, but you love it.

He’s close, you can tell, with the way his cock twitches at the back of your throat and the way his thighs are shaking on either side of you. Satoru lets go of the back of your head, with your insistence, allowing you to release his cock with a ‘pop’, working on catching your breath.

His hips seem to have a mind of their own, following you as you sit back, his ass off the seat whimpering at the loss of your warmth.

Slowly, you start to lower yourself on his length again. He sucks in a breath between his teeth just as there’s a knock at his office door, startling you both.

“Shit,” He whispers, helping you move under his desk, hoping whoever it is doesn’t notice your shoes underneath.

He rolls his chair in enough so whoever it is doesn’t catch him with his pants down, literally.

“Yeah?” He says breathlessly, leaning forward slightly as you continue to slowly stroke his cock gently.

“Satoru, where are those reports I asked for?” Yaga opens the door, immediately chastising him. You chuckle quietly under the desk and feel him move his leg, as a way to tell you to quiet down.

“I’m working on them,” He answers taking a deep breath. Just to be a brat, you move deeper between his legs and kiss the sensitive tip of his cock, making it twitch.

As you lick the underside of his cock, he moves a hand under his desk, cupping your face. You know he’s wanting you to stop, but you’re not going to. So you kiss the palm of his hand and go back to licking the tip of his cock gently.

Yaga grunts at Satoru’s answer before pointing out, “There are papers on the floor.”

“And my blinds are closed. I have a headache. I’ll have them finished by the end of the day.”

Yaga is quiet for a moment, but grunts and goes to leave the room.

“Close the door, p-please,” Satoru says in a higher pitch than he likely meant, as you take him to the back of your throat once again.

You can hear Yaga’s footsteps stop and you can imagine he’s scrutinizing Satoru before nodding, stepping out of the room, and closing the door behind him.

“Jesus,” Satoru sighs, leaning back as you swallow around him. His dick twitches in your mouth and you know if you keep this up, he’s not going to last much longer. He’s too worked up about this outfit and having fun in his office.

“That…” He chuckles, running his hand through his hair, “That was not fair.”

He’s watching you with parted lips, running his hand through your hair while lifting his shirt again, so it’s not in the way.

“Baby,” You say with a quiet saccharine voice, “Show me how you like it again.”

His eyes grow wide and bright, quickly digging his hands back into your hair and forcing you down to the hilt as you moan around him.

Satoru’s cock is slick with saliva and you know the sounds you’re making are driving him wild because the grip on your hair has tightened and he’s picked up the pace, moaning alongside you.

Looking up through your lashes, you can see his pink cheeks, parted lips, and so much enjoyment in his eyes as he thrusts his hips up to your mouth.

“I’m close, baby, so c-close,” He mumbles as you hollow your cheeks again and he forces your head down his length, holding you in this position until he releases his warm seed down your throat with a loud groan; white hot ropes spurting out as you swallow, making sure not to waste even a drop.

Once he’s done, and loosens his grip, you lick against him, cleaning him off before standing up. You watch as his chest rises and falls with half-lidded eyes like he just sprinted a very long, very dirty marathon.

“Love that the strongest sorcerer is putty in my hands… well, mouth, really,” You tease, leaning over and giving him a deep kiss where he’s sure to taste himself on your tongue, “See you tonight, babe.”

Your original plan was to have Satoru warp you back home quickly, but with the way he’s not saying anything and still breathing heavily, you’ll let him relax and spend the rest of his day thinking about the events that just took place in his office.

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NSFW Gojo Week (2)

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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

After a stressful week at work, Gojo invites you over to his place to blow off some steam. However, your plans for the night aren't what he expected.

cw: friends with benefits, bondage, brat taming (a little) oral, pussy rubbing, vaginal sex, creampie

words: 3.1k

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“He fucked up the veil, again.”

You whine, frustrated as you march into Satoru’s office. Ijichi has been getting on your last nerve recently. Within the last two weeks, he has missed putting up several veils and filling out his paperwork wrong.

And each of his fuck ups comes back to you to fix. It has resulted in having to stay late to fix his mistakes all because he’s your “boss.”

Satoru smirks, leaning back in his chair as you sit at the chair across from his desk with a dramatic huff.

“How is he supposed to be over budgeting and assigning missions when he can’t even do his most basic tasks the right way?”

Satoru watches you with an amused expression from under his blindfold, “You know, back in high schoo-”

“And he fucking spilled coffee on me this morning!” You grumble, accidentally cutting Satoru off, before waving your hand in the air absentmindedly at him, “Sorry, continue.”

He chuckles, leaning forward on his desk, holding his chin on his hand, “How about you come over tonight and tell me all about it?”

A smile pulls at the corner of your lips as your eyes flicker down to Satoru’s lips briefly before sighing heavily, “I can’t. I have to fix the paperwork. It’s going to take me literal hours.”

“Nah. I’ll make sure Ijichi does it.”

Your brows upturn at his kind gesture, even though you’re fully aware of the ulterior motive behind his actions.

“God, thank you.” You sigh in relief, “If I don’t get my brains fucked out of me this weekend, I am going to drown Ijichi.”

“Bring this same energy tonight, I like it when you’re feisty.”

You roll your eyes because you just know that he winked at you from behind his blindfold, even if you couldn’t see it.

“So, I was thinking-” Satoru begins before being interrupted again by your phone vibrating on his desk.

With a small pout, you check the incoming message, “I have to leave. Taking Nanami to his next mission.”

You don’t miss the way Satoru’s jaw tenses slightly as he nods his head, “My place, around 7?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Before you walk out of his office, you turn to meet his gaze one last time, biting your lower lip and giving a soft, flirty smile before closing the door behind you.

You and Satoru aren’t exactly dating.

Well, you’re not together at all actually. Just casually fucking from time to time.

After work in his office. His place on the weekends. Changing the logs so you’re assigned to assist him with his out-of-town missions.

It’s all just… casual.

You met Satoru when you started working at the school as an Auxiliary Manager, helping handle day-to-day life for Principle Yaga and assisting sorcerers on their missions.

After training for several months, Ijichi decided to take a vacation, stressing that he couldn’t be around Satoru Gojo for another minute otherwise he was bound to rip out all of his hair and lose his shit.

You would have liked to see that, honestly.

You weren’t really sure why he needed a manager to assist him and drive him to his missions but you did it diligently nonetheless and you hit it off immediately, becoming instant friends.

Satoru was quick, handling the mission within a few minutes, and after, the two of you decided to go somewhere local for dinner. He told you how he likes to stress Ijichi out, and didn’t mean for you to get caught up in the fray.

You smiled at him shyly, told him you didn’t mind and that you’ve been having a better time with him than you expected, after hearing all the horror stories Ijichi had.

“Oh, yeah?” You remember him teasing with a smile, removing his blindfold to show his amused, bright azure eyes and you were pretty sure the world stopped moving at that moment. “We could keep having fun. If you want.”

You knew what he meant, you’re not naive. You saw the way his eyes flickered to your slightly parted lips and back up. He’s attractive, more so than you had ever imagined, and you were pretty sure he thought the same about you as he grinned playfully.

Biting your lip, you could feel your cheeks heat the moment you agreed, “Yeah… I’d like that.”

You were sure he was going to make a move on you that night as you stayed at a little hotel on the outskirts of Tokyo, but he didn’t. The two of you started hanging out at work and after - going out for lunch or dinner during your breaks, joking around, and watching movies.

Eventually, the benefits did start, and the benefits with Satoru are good.

Most people would think it’s because of his riches, and the penthouse apartment with a luxurious view of the Tokyo skyline and infinity pool that makes being friends with him so fun, despite his attitude.

He’s cocky, annoying, and can be downright childish at times.

But it’s actually when he’s sinking you down on his cock, and you feel like you’re being split in half by his rough thrusts that makes dealing with him and his antics worth every second.

By the time you’re able to actually leave the office and Ijichi’s clutches, Satoru had already gone home, long before you.

Satoru is quick to answer the door by the time you’ve arrived and knock gently a few times. He’s shirtless, a cocksure grin plastered on his face and in those gray sweatpants you like so much, hanging off his hip showing the sexy ‘V’ from his muscles.

It takes everything in you to smile back with a soft “hi,” kicking off your shoes at the entrance, and not immediately jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist.

Not that he would mind. You’ve done it before.

But you do actually want to vent to Satoru about work. He gets it and understands your frustrations. You’d talk to Shoko but she’s always so busy mending everyone’s injuries that it makes your complaints seem really not that bad in the grand scheme of things.

And Nanami… well, frankly he doesn’t give a shit because work sucks no matter where it’s at or what job you’re doing.

You watch as Satoru’s eyes trail your figure before turning around and grabbing two wine glasses from his cabinet, and grabbing the bottle the two of you were drinking from last time you came over from his fridge.

After work, you made a quick stop at home to freshen up and change into something a little easier to remove. And judging by the way Satoru’s eyes keep finding you each time he turns around, you’d venture to guess he’s a big fan of the little dress you put on.

“Did I tell you about the time,” You begin after Satoru fills your glasses, following him to the couch where you sit next to him, sipping on your wine, “Ijichi copied five hundred pages for Yaga but didn’t pay attention to the edges so none of them were aligned? And then Yaga blamed me and I had to spend my entire lunch break fixing it?”

Satoru hums as he watches you take sip after sip when you go into detail about your frustrations. Eventually, he takes the half-full glass from your hand and sets it on the coffee table in front of him before moving you to straddle his lap as you continue to complain.

“That’s crazy,” He murmurs into your neck as you feel his lips ghost around before nipping at a few spots gently.

You sigh, placing your hand on his chest and moving back slightly with a small pout, “You’re supposed to be listening to me complain until I feel better.”

“Thought you wanted me to fuck your brains out.” His eyes flicker between yours and down to your lips several times as he brushes a few strands of hair out of your face and tucks them behind your ear.

“I do, but…” You grab his hands, lacing your fingers together as span his arms along the back of the couch so he can’t touch you. He grins, watching as you giggle, struggling with the slight amount of pushback he’s giving you, “We’re friends, right? Friends listen to each other complain.”

He sighs, rolling his neck while muttering a faint “fine,” before moving his hands to your waist. He does actually listen this time as you continue talking to him, but not without rocking your hips against his ever so slightly.

“I just... I don’t understand how he became the Director,” You roll your eyes and sigh, knowing Satoru doesn’t want to spend the whole night talking about Ijichi of all things. “I feel like I just need to be in control of something for once, you know?”

Satoru grins, hands spanning your waist, letting his thumbs rub just below your breasts, “What’d you have in mind?”

“Well… There is something I’ve been wanting to try.” You bite your lip, looking at him with soft eyes, really unsure of how he’s going to take this request. “I want to tie you up.”

Satoru snorts, letting out a boisterous laugh and looking at you with the most amused expression you’ve ever seen, “Good one.”

“I’m serious. You do it to me all the time, I want to try it. Plus it’s not like you couldn’t easily get out of it if you really wanted to.”

Satoru stares at you, eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at the sincerity of your expression. His ocean-blue eyes flicker around your face, hands on your waist caging you into him.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about your time with Satoru, it’s that he has a hard time resisting when you sweet talk him while fluttering your eyelashes with big doe eyes and a slight pout on your lips.

You’re not sure if he’ll go for it, but with the number of things you’ve let him do to you, you should be allowed to have something every once in a while too.

Just to try it. Once or twice.

Maybe more, if you both like it.

“Alright.” He agrees easily with a sigh, lifting you off his lap and beckoning you to follow him to his bedroom.

“That was easier than I expected,” You mutter when he emerges from his closet with a few silky light blue ropes.

“You’ll be begging me to take control soon enough.” He’s confident, cocky, like always. “Where do you want me?”

You nod towards the bed, he smirks, undressing, his growing length giving away his excitement as he gets on his large bed.

He lays at the top of the bed, moving a few pillows under his neck to give support so he can easily watch you in action.

“Hands up.” You instruct as you climb onto the bed and straddle Satoru’s waist, still fully clothed. He smirks, crossing his wrists and holding them over his head, watching intently as you snake your lower lip between your teeth, concentrating intently on tying the knot and ensuring it’s not too tight.

You didn’t ask for it so you’re a little surprised and excited to see he’s not using his Infinity around his wrists to prevent you from actually tying him up. You’ll have to thank him for that later.

Taking the rest of the rope, you intricately tie several knots along his elbows before moving down to his shoulders, chest, abdomen, and at the base of his groin as he watches with a mischievous smile.

“Been thinking about this for a while, I see.”

“A time or two, yeah.”

Sitting back on your haunches, you admire your work. Not professional by any means, since this is the first time you’ve done anything like this. But it’ll get the job done and serve its purpose. The color of the rope Satoru chose looks great around his pale skin, and the way the ropes are tied around his biceps and abdomen makes his sinewy muscles appear so much bigger.

“Proud of yourself?” He quips when he sees a slight smile growing on your face.

You hum, looking over his neatly tied-up body before meeting his crystalline gaze, “Can I take a picture?”

Satoru frowns deeply at your requests before rolling his eyes and agreeing. Probably thinking about all the photos he has of you he has stored away on his phone.

Scooting off the bed and grabbing your phone, you snap a few photos - little keepsakes of the time Satoru fucking Gojo let you tie him up and ride him like a mechanical bull, should it be the only time he allows this to happen.

As you undress, he watches with awe and appreciation for every dip and curve of your body, and you don’t miss the way his breath hitches slightly as you slowly crawl on the bed to straddle his lap again. With a small chuckle, you place several small kisses on his lips, not letting him deepen them like he normally would.

Instead, you kiss and lick along his jaw and suck a few spots at the base of his neck before leaving littering his shoulders, chest, and abdomen with little red spots where your teeth scraped, marking him as yours.

He can easily heal these at any time, especially after you’re done tonight, but part of you hopes he doesn’t.

Your touch is feather-light, feeling every part of his warm skin, feeling and watching the way each of his muscles contracts as you move them lower on his body until you’re swiping your thumb over his hardened cock.

A smirk spreads across your lips as you look up at him through thick lashes, feeling the precum that’s already leaking from his tip. His pupils are blown, more black than blue as you lean down, licking your lips, and placing several small kitten licks on the tip and underside of his cock.

“Stop fucking teasing me,” He spits while bucking his hips, trying to force you to take his length down your throat.

“Don’t be a brat.” You stare at him with the same icy look he gives you when you whine too much. His brow quirks up and a smirk appears on his lips knowing precisely what you’re doing.

“Can’t handle five minutes with a taste of your own medicine?” You tut disapprovingly. “Pathetic”

Satoru glares at you while you grab his cock, slowly dragging your hand up and down with no intention of speeding up. And with the way he throws his head back with a frustrated huff, you can’t tell if he’s hating this or loving it.

He hasn’t tried breaking free, so you’ll go with the latter for now.

You can tell how badly he wants you, and you need it too - need that release you’ve been craving all week. So you ghost your lips around his skin as you slowly bring yourself up to his lap once again.

A soft gasp leaves your lips as you rub your slick pussy on his cock a few times, letting your neglected click rub against the head of his cock before lining yourself up, bouncing on his tip with a few short bursts.

Satoru watches intently, lips parted with pinkened cheeks waiting, surprisingly patiently, for you to slowly sink yourself down like you have so many times before.

Instead, you take him by surprise, slamming yourself down onto his hips. You both throw your heads back in pleasure while he tugs on the ropes at his wrist in an attempt to touch you.

“Fucking shit,” He groans out in a deep raspy voice.

Sucking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, you give yourself some time to adjust to being filled so completely by him. His chest rises and falls with each breath he takes as you place your hand on his knee, circling your hips against his and placing your other hand on your breast to get the stimulation you’re lacking from his hands being tied.

Usually, Satoru’s voice is deeper, more gravely, and rough with need when you’re fucking. But as he watches you squeeze your breast and pinch your nipple while moaning out so pretty as you bounce on his silky cock, he whines. A higher pitch than you’ve ever heard come from the man below you.

He’s staring at you with wide, pleading eyes. Watching where you’re connected with parted lips that are begging you not to stop.

And you don’t. Only because you might die right now if you did, with the burning sensation that’s quickly forming in the depths of your belly.

Satoru looks so pretty like this. With silk ropes that match his crystalline eyes, the soft pink blush from his cheeks has extended to the tips of his ears and down to his chest.

And god, the whimpers.

Fuck. You should have asked him if you could record this too.

One thing you learned about Satoru very early on in your friendship. He’s not an incredibly patient man. He can be, like how he displayed earlier in the night, but with your plan, you made one fatal flaw.

One he probably realized immediately, yet he let you continue on with your shenanigans. You didn’t tie his legs.

Lifting his knees, you’re forced forward, placing your hands on his chest and stomach, grabbing onto the ropes for dear life as he thrusts his hips, meeting your every bounce.

Skin slapping and moans quickly fill the room as he pistons into your hips at a relentless pace.

“So-so close,” You whine as you lean down and press your lips to his in a series of searing, sloppy kisses.

Your lips are barely moving in sync as you both concentrate on finding your releases, tongues pressed against one another and saliva connecting you both when you manage to pull away.

“Gonna- gonna fuckin’ cum, baby,” Satoru groans, “Gonna fill you up, gonna put a baby in you. You’d like that, yeah? Cause you’re mine?”

“Yes, yes, yes, fill me up, Satoru!” You chant, relenting control, despite you’re insistence on having it in the beginning, “Fill me up, make me yours.”

You both cry out, watching each other's faces contort in pleasure as your walls spasm on his cock so hard it’s like you want to keep him there forever. He can’t help the way he cums, back arching as a loud guttural groan fills the room once his seed is released into your throbbing pussy.

“God damn,” Satoru laughs, easily snapping the ropes with a flick of his wrist, pulling you into his chest. “Ijichi needs to fuck up more often.”

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NSFW Gojo Week (1)

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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

A night off work leads you and your work crush to finally meet up for a steamy rendezvous

cw: exhibitionism, light degradation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, facial

words: 1.7k

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As a sorcerer, you don’t get many nights off, nights to do whatever you please without a care in the world.

Tonight is one of those nights. The lights of the small club you’re in flash green, red, purple, and blue all around you. Shoko wanted to use the opportunity to go out, have some fun, and relieve some stress, so she invited you, Utahime, and Satoru, and even got Nanami to come along.

It’s been busy for everyone the last several months. Fighting curses, and spending time healing; Shoko having a multitude of sorcerers to care for, along with surgeries.

The bass of the music vibrates from the soles of your feet through every hair follicle at the top of your head, sending a tingling sensation throughout your body as red, green, purple, and blue lights flash over your face, through the sea of people dancing.

You’re dancing with Satoru; he has one of his large hands splayed on your exposed stomach, just under your crop top while his other rests at your hip while you press your ass into him.

You might have a little, teeny, tiny work crush on him, and you’re pretty sure he has one on you too. He’s never been one to hide how he feels, but he’s also flirty with everyone, including Nanami, so it’s hard to really know.

Either that or he just really wants to fuck you.

Your hand is wrapped around his neck, nails scratching at his undercut as you move your hips together. And judging by the way Satoru’s dancing with you, the rumors must be true.

Of course, you’ve heard them, everyone has.

Gojo fucks so good, it’s actually insane.

I’ve never cum so many times in my life, and that tongue, oh my god.

He has the biggest dick I have ever seen… I should call him again, actually.

The two of you have had some… tense moments, to say the least. A few flirty grins here in there that have been met with your lips ghosting one another on several occasions.

But each time it has been met with an interruption. Someone walking into the room looking for one of you, or a phone call about an urgent mission. Each time it happens, it leaves you craving more, wondering when your lips will finally meet, and if it will it be as incredible as you’ve heard.

Satoru leans down, you can feel his warm breath tickling your neck and the shell of your ear. It sends a chill right down your spine, straight to your core. Tilting your head to the side, you’re met with his azure half-lidded gaze.

Your eyes flicker between his and his lips several times, and just as your lips ghost one another you can hear your name being called.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath to steady yourself before turning to see Shoko calling you over to take a few shots with her.

Satoru rolls his eyes as you groan in annoyance at once again being separated at the last moment. He removes his hands from your hips and stomach, stuffing them into his pocket, diligently following you back to the private booth you have for the night.

Shoko already has the shots ready, handing one to everyone who clinks their little glasses together before downing them. Satoru winces and you quickly grab another drink to use as a chaser, trying to rid the taste of alcohol on your tongue.

You take a seat next to Satoru who pulls you in closer to him by wrapping his arm around your shoulder, letting his thumb gently rub against your skin with light, featherlike touches that send a jolt straight to your core.

As everyone engrosses in conversation, you turn your head towards Satoru when he speaks, letting your nose run along the length of his jaw. Pressing your forehead into his cheek, you turn to see Shoko eyeing you with a raised eyebrow as your cheeks heat and you clear your throat.

“I’m, uh, gonna head to the bathroom really quick.”

The wetness between your thighs is absolutely unreal and becoming increasingly uncomfortable. You can feel Satoru’s gaze on you as you walk away and you turn back, biting your lip only to see his eyes trailing down to your ass slowly before coming back up, meeting you with a sultry grin.

Once inside the bathroom, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself of something that might not even happen tonight, or ever, if the universe has anything to say about it.

Standing at the mirror, you run your hands through your hair quickly just as the door opens. You expect to see Shoko walking through the door, but instead, you’re met with a tall head of ivory hair and crystalline eyes surrounded by soft snowy lashes.

“Fancy meeting you here,” You say playfully as he walks up behind you, tilting his head to stare at your ass as you lean forward just enough for your asscheeks to peek out from under your skirt, pretending to fix your lipstick in the mirror.

Satoru chuckles but doesn’t say anything as his hands find their way back to your hips, pulling you into him. Your breath hitches when you feel his hardened length under his slacks, encouraging you to grind into him slowly.

“What if someone walks in?”

“Let them.” He whispers in your ear, warm breath sending a chill down your spine as he flips the back of your skirt over your hips, kneading the plush skin of your ass with his large hands before sliding his fingers over your soaked panties and moving them to the side.

He groans when he runs his fingers through your already soaking folds, avoiding your clit, he doesn’t press in, he just teases until you’re whimpering, rutting your ass back into him further, begging for more.

“Satoru, please,” You whine, “If you don’t fuck me right now, I am going to die.”

He chuckles, continuing his teasing, “Guess you’ll just have to die, baby.”

You glare at him through the mirror where he watches as your furrowed brows slowly turn upwards, lips parting slightly when he lets his thumbs press gently to your clit.

“Can’t even wait for me to get you home?” You mewl as he continues his ministrations, “So fucking desperate for me.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he dips two fingers in and you’re already feeling more full and more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before. Leaning back, you rest your head against his shoulder, rocking your hips to the best of your ability, a coil forming in the lowest parts of your belly.

And then he just stops and pulls his fingers out to your dismay.

You glare at him like he’s just shot you, before he tangles his hand in your hair, tilting your head to a better angle, allowing him to kiss and nip down the sides of your neck - he could tell you hours doing your hair, and makeup to look nice tonight.

He’ll gladly ruin both.

Satoru pushes you back over the sink, quickly undoing his belt, letting his slacks fall past his knees with a clatter. When he releases his cock from the confines of his briefs, he taps the leaking tip on your ass a few times before positioning himself at your entrance.

You gasp, pressing your hands to the sink, pushing your ass further towards him. He watches you through the mirror giving a salacious smile and a wink before pushing in all the way to the hilt.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, adjusting to the sheer size of him. With a hand pressed to your stomach, you feel the way his cock bulges as he thrusts into you a few times.

“Look at me,” He commands. Your eyes flutter open, watching him through the mirror as he places one hand on the wall in front of him for support, and you hold onto the sink for dear life, knuckles aching at how hard you’re gripping the ceramic.

He keeps a hand on your hip to help keep you steady, nails digging into the skin as he moves his hand from the wall, tangling it into your hair once again, holding your head back, forcing you to watch as he relentlessly snaps his hips into you.

“You’re making such a mess, baby,” Satoru purrs, watching his slick-coated cock disappear into you with each thrust, watching as your arousal drips down your thigh and onto the tile below, “So fuckin’ tight.”

Leaning forward, he licks and bites down your neck leaving several scraps and marks - proof of your little bathroom rendezvous.

His eyes lock with yours when he feels your walls clamping around his cock like a noose.

“Yes, right there,” You moan as the coil in your lower stomach returns, threatening to snap at any moment.

He groans, unsure of how much longer he’s going to be able to last, “Wanna see you cum, baby. Give it to me. Bet you make the prettiest faces cumming on my cock.”

You’re chanting his name, all Satoru, and yes as the heat in your core erupts and you’re convulsing and spasming around his cock, squeezing him like you want to keep him there forever.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses, pulling out and dragging you down to your knees before you’ve realized what’s happening.

He strokes his cock several times and your eyes widen at the sight. Flushed tip so red and angry, but the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

You open your mouth, looking so pretty as you place your tongue on the tip of his cock, just as cums all over your tongue and lips, rubbing the tip of his sensitive cock over your tongue, pushing it further into your mouth.

“Swallow.” And you do, licking your lips to make sure you’ve gotten every last drop. Satoru adjusts himself back into his briefs, bending down and placing his lips on yours in a searing, fiery kiss that lets you know he’s nowhere close to being finished with you.

He can taste himself on your tongue but neither of you care.

“I’m gonna text Shoko, tell her I left.”

Satoru clears his throat as he helps you stand, placing an arm around your waist to hold you close, “Call Ijichi too. Tell him you’re taking an extended weekend vacation.”

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