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small drabble about teasing him cause he's on my mind
cw ： teasing ・ִ . piv ・˚ . talks of creampie
teasing your boss is your favourite part of coming to work, but maybe in hindsight, wearing nothing under your skirt was a bad idea. bad only in the sense that you’re definitely going to have to work overtime to make up for the work you’re currently missing out on.
skirt pushed up to your waist and folded over higuruma’s desk, tip of his cock repeatedly rocking against your g-spot. dizzy and dazed from how good it feels, deliriously happy at the fact he finally broke. so, actually... this isn't bad at all.
“try to be less proud of yourself,” he groans, covering your body with his as he leans down to talk low, “you’re already drooling.”
moaning back at him, “can’t– hng– can’t help it.”
“of course you can’t.”
and even though he sounds like he’s judging you, he loves it. he loves watching you fall apart, all happy that he’s finally fucking you hard and fast. his forceful thrusts making your eyes roll and the desk squeak. he finds you obscenely adorable, even though he’s lost your stupid little game.
this back and forth dance the two of you do isn’t new, waiting to see which of you cracks first. it’s usually him. he doesn’t really mind that it’s usually him, not when it means getting to take you however he wants.
you were devilishly bold wearing nothing under your skirt but you were also subtle about it. he hadn’t even realised until he’d stroked a hand against your hip and noticed the distinct lack of panty lines. he didn’t break yet, not then, he broke later when you’d bent over to pick up something.
now as he’s balls deep and kissing your womb, all he can think about is the way you were prancing around naked under your skirt. careful in how you crossed your legs, like you were second guessing the fact you’d done this for him.
“you know…” he starts. grinding his hips against your ass, his dick hitting something devastating, “when i cum in here,” sharp thrust, “you’re not gonna have anything to stop my cum from dripping down your legs.”
and his heart is hammering in his chest at the idea of it.
choso didn’t think he was the obsessive type, not until he met you. now he’s certain that he’s obsessive because the sight of you riding his cock has him dazed and, well, obsessed. eyes practically filled with hearts at the way you whine about how he’s ‘too big’ to keep going but still moving regardless, bounces slowing to needy grinds.
“don’t stop,” he pouts, “keep going.”
your cunt jumps around him, “but cho—”
“just a little more,” encouraging, hands on your hips pulling at your soft skin. “i wanna keep watching you move.”
hands planted on his chest to leverage yourself a little better, “you’re lucky i like you,” sulking as your thighs spread a bit wider over him.
he really does feel lucky in this moment because even though you’re too tired to keep the pace you had earlier, you’re moving your hips quickly, desperately. chasing what feels good for you and he loves that, loves watching you use him to make yourself feel good. getting off on it an obscene amount, and his dick twitching inside you has you mewling.
every grind forward has his cock pulling from you just the tiniest bit and the slide is smooth, your creamy cunt swallowing him back in before he can mourn the loss of your heat. there isn’t a single doubt in his mind that you’re leaving behind a milky, white ring around his shaft.
your arms are trembling, weak from exhausting yourself and how good it feels. “cho, i cant– hng– i can’t—”
“i got you,” he coos softly, comforting.
and then he’s grabbing your hips harshly and fucking up into you quick, sharp. the lewd squelching of your pussy getting fucked so well filling the room. and he’s still watching you, delighting in how you whimper and fall apart on his dick. taking him so well, lower lip wobbling as you get closer and closer to cumming.
“you’re so pretty,” he compliments, “i love you so much, so pretty when you’re on top.”
his words do you in, he knows it. your cunt shivering around him at the praise and gushing around him as you reach your high, soaking his dick. as hard as he tries, he can’t hold off on cumming. pumping you full of his hot load, groaning through his orgasm because you’re so snug around him and so pretty when you cum.
even through your shaking, he’s still helping you hump down into him. twitching on top of his lap as your clit grinds against his pelvis, all sensitive and dazed. a part of him wanting to make you keep going, for you to keep riding him even if it overstimulates your poor pussy.
because he’s not just obsessed with you riding him but also with how you cum... and everything else about you.
gojo and you have an arrangement, a friends who fuck arrangement. it works well for both of you, or at least it had been working well for both of you but you’ve grown too attached to him. waiting for more, wanting to spend more time with him. you had a feeling this would happen though, setting one rule from the get-go; no kissing.
he whinges and whines about it nearly every time you have sex, this time no different. gojo’s mouth hovering over yours, his breath hot and lips enticing, “come onnn, pretty, just one kiss?”
his cock driving into you relentlessly, the sounds of your pussy squelching filling the room obscenely. barely managing to huff back at him, “you know the rules.”
“one rule, it’s one rule and it’s stupid,” his head drops to your collar bone with a grumpy groan. lips attaching to your skin there, kissing and biting where he’s allowed.
your eyes roll as his tip knocks against something deliciously deep inside you. “don’t be pathetic.”
“can’t help it,” he grins, eyes flicking back to yours, “you’ve got me pussy whipped, sweetheart.”
gojo satoru has a bad habit of saying the sweetest things to you in bed, always making your heart skip a beat and deluding you into thinking there’s something more between the two of you.
he’s back to hovering, “one kiss, please?” he whines at you, “i promise, just one. it’ll feel good, guaranteed.”
and maybe because you’re hypnotised by the thump! thump! of the veins in his dick against your walls, or the brutal way he’s rubbing up against your cervix, or maybe it’s just because you’re so weak for him. it doesn’t really matter either way because you’re agreeing, “just once.”
there’s no time wasted between your words and his lips on yours, kissing you urgently. his tongue in your mouth licking against you, his moans spilling into the kiss. he was right, this feels good, you’re practically melting into it. cunt positively creaming around him as he dizzies you with full kisses.
gojo can feel the way you react to him, the way you shake and shiver and your pussy gushes. it’s got him confused because you like it so much and yet, you’ve never once let him kiss you before now, “what’s wrong with you?” he almost whimpers against your mouth, “i could’ve been kissing you the whole time, sweetie.”
you raise your hand and cover his mouth to stop him from kissing you more, eyes all dazed, “no more.”
he groans and drops his forehead to yours, eyes heated as he watches you fall apart for him. when your hand slips from his face, he says, “why not? you like it so much. i felt your pussy drooling around me, she loves it.”
you’re about to cum, gasping against him and you want to tell him to shut up but he’s kissing you again, deep. whining against you as you finish suddenly, cunt squeezing him tight as you soak his dick. kissing him back just as fervently, you like kissing him, body buzzing pleasantly as you cum.
gojo isn’t far behind you, his cock twitching as he shoots his load deep into your womb. his moans muffled by his lips on yours, feeling an incredible sense of euphoria at the fact he’s finally able to kiss you. because the thing about your arrangement is that it’s killing him too and you’re both stupid.
gojo's a patient guy, at least he is when it comes to you. which he absolutely uses to his benefit, taking his time in pleasing you to the point that you're frustrated. he likes that though, likes when you're grumbling with tears in your eyes. his beautiful, headstrong, girl all sexually frustrated and about to beg for more.
“satoru, stop being—”
he's smiling back at you, smiling like he doesn't have two fingers inside your cunt, “—being what?”
“being annoying!” you huff back, hips trying to angle upwards to get the satisfaction he's very purposefully denying you.
of course—because he is being annoying—he holds you down with his free hand. “you get so bossy when you're horny,” he comments, digits scissoring open your dripping hole, “though, you're bossy when you're not too.”
“'toruu,” whinging at him, eyes begging with his wordlessly.
“that’s not fair, sweetheart,” he complains. knowing you’re doing your absolute best to get out of asking nicely for his dick. “if you want something, you gotta ask for it properly.”
“i did!” light pout on your features, it falls apart as you moan. “i asked– hnn– i asked you to stop– hah– being annoying.”
you more told, rather than asked but he should know that you’re a little distracted. his long fingers crooking against your inner walls and stroking against all the places that have your legs shaking. it’s wet and dirty, his palm grinding and slapping against your clit. the sounds he’s pulling not just from you but your cunt as well, obscene.
gojo hums indulgently at you, playing the role of the ever patient and doting boyfriend, “ask for what you want or you won’t get it.”
digging your teeth into your lower lip as you consider your options but as the pads of his fingers caress your g-spot, you know you’re done for. hands grasping at his biceps, eyes a little wider with your overwhelming need, “‘toru! please– ohh god– inside– hng– i want—”
“—you want?”
eyelashes sticking together with your fight against unshed tears, gaze set on how your pussy greedily sucks in his fingers over and over, “your dick!– please– just fuck me open already.”
“good job,” he grins. digits slipping from you, drenched in your slick, “you always struggle to ask for what you want but if you ask, i’ll always give it to you.”
using the hand of the fingers that were just inside you, he lubes his cock with your wetness. hissing through his teeth as he grips his shaft and strokes a few times. you can see the way his abs twitch and his balls pull, he’d neglected himself to prep and tease you.
you always forget that he gets off on giving you pleasure, so involved in how cruel and teasing he’s being to remember that he really loves touching you. there’s gotta be something wrong with him because he looks painfully hard in his hand. he could’ve been inside you ages ago if he weren’t so intent on this song and dance.
“pay attention,” he taps the head of his dick against your clit a few times.
his touch jolts you back to yourself, you’d spaced out while staring at his cock. he slides his tip from your clit down to your hole, almost pressing inside before trailing back up. “why are you such a— hng!”
cut off by your own moan, all the air leaving your lungs. you’d been surprised by how he’s suddenly plunged inside, only about half-way in but more than enough to have your eyes rolling and back arching. he’d worked you up so much already you might cum far quicker than you want too.
“i’m sorry, pretty…” he huffs, making the monumental effort of dragging his eyes from where his cock is splitting you open, “what were you saying?”
you can’t talk, not yet, still reeling from the shock of how good it feels to finally have him in you. walls convulsing wildly around him as you struggle to fight off immediately cumming. though gojo seems to be enjoying your struggle immensely.
he knows, he always knows, he’s just that attuned to your body. so, of course he slams his hips forward and shoves the rest of his dick inside you all at once. your fingers dig into his skin as you mewl, he got what he wanted by doing that. your creamy walls tight and trying to suck him in impossibly deeper.
you’re cumming hard around him and truly all he’s done is fed you his cock. he finds you adorable, his heart hammering in his chest as he watches you squirm and twitch. gooey walls loving on him so sweetly, asking so nicely for his cum. he’s aching for it, he could dump a hot load inside your womb right now but it’s not enough, he needs to have more of your sweet cunt before he’s satisfied.
doing your best to respond but it’s not completely coherent, not when he’s started grinding into you. tip of his dick rubbing against your cervix, stimulating you cruelly as you shake and shiver through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“c’mon sweetheart,” he encourages, hands hooking under your knees to fold you, “what were you gonna tell me?”
you feel so incredibly full, head all fuzzy, “why– hnn– you’re such a fucking tease– hhh–”
“you bring it outta me,” he sighs like it’s a compliment. you’re so creamy around his dick that he’s choking a little, “fuuck– now sing for me.”
just like that, his pace is brutal, patience officially snapping. snapping like his hips, skin against skin loud in your shared room. you’re so sensitive too, orgasm barely passing before he’s fucking you into the mattress. the veins on his shaft throbbing against your twitchy walls, it’s good, too good.
your moans are pitchy and broken, feeling like he might actually break you or fuck you stupid. clawing to him desperately even in your folded up position, suddenly aching to be held by him. wanting him up against you completely.
you blink at him and struggle through moans, “hold me?”
“aw, sweetie,” he coos at you, he loves how clingy you get during sex, tugs at his heart strings as well as his balls. “of course,” because he meant it when he said all you ever had to do was ask.
gojo tugs your legs so they wrap around his waist and then he leans down, pressing his chest against yours. your arms loop around his upper back and hold him close, whining a bit at how he seems to slip impossibly deeper.
he’s overwhelmed by his affection for you and kisses you deep, tongue in your mouth licking against your own. shivers go down his spine at it, moan rumbling from his chest at your cunt squeezing him a little tighter. your reaction to his kisses visceral and obvious.
it’s not that much later that he’s on the verge of cumming, strokes deep and calculated as he does his best to keep the pace he’d set. he knows you’re about ready to cum again too, pussy begging for just a little bit more.
already knowing the answer to the question he’s about to ask but asking it anyways, “where you want it, pretty?” mostly he just wants to hear you say it.
your eyes are glossy and your lips are swollen from his hot kisses, “in– hng– inside me,” you whimper.
“sure, sweetie, whatever you want,” he grins like he’s not already excitedly picturing his seed leaking from your stretched hole.
his pelvis smacking against your clit inevitably does you in again, pathetic sounds that you hardly recognise as your own flooding the room. gojo struggles to let you ride it out, honeyed pussy attempting to milk him before he’s done getting you off.
and when you look at him with bleary, tearful eyes, he’s finished. fucking himself as far into you as he can go while he stuffs you with his load. feeling it so clearly how his spend is dripping back down his shaft, cumming too much for you to take it all.
gojo slips out of you tentatively and greedily eyes your drooling hole. his insides clawing with an obscene need, a filthy need to play with your messy cunt even more.
you’re blissed out in the foggy haze of your afterglow, forgetting how much of a pervert your boyfriend truly is until you’re jolted by his mouth on your overstimulated, overstuffed pussy. his tongue lapping at his own cum, cleaning you up while also ruining you further. your hands shoot to his hair as you weakly try to tug at him.
he relents a little unwillingly, moving up your body. his thumb on your chin pulling down, indicating for you to open your mouth. you wordlessly do what he wants, tongue hanging from your mouth and he spits your mixed cum onto it.
“you’re so perfect,” he grunts before taking your lips with his, all messy and deep. the taste of your shared cum filling the kiss. it’s dirty and lewd and it has you holding him tighter and whining into his mouth.
he may be a perverted freak, but you guess you’re no better.
𝒂ﾉ𝒏. FREAKJO FOR THE WIN!!!! thank you anon for the request and i hope i did you justice !! thanks for reading 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
𝒔𝒖𝒎. ♡ breaking up with sukuna wasn't an easy choice. running into him months later makes it even harder. what are you meant to do when he's making the decision you struggled with so much harder by trying to get you back . . . ?
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ── .✦ mdni (18+) non.sorcerer!au ; exbf!sukuna ; angst ; smut ; making out ; dirty talk ; swearing ; manhandling ; face sitting ; cunnilingus ; ass slapping (once) ; cum eating (?) ; biting ; fingering ; piv ; unprotected sex ; creampie ; squirting ; multiple orgasms ; praise / talking through it ; sukuna is a tease ; and stupid ; fem!reader ; pet names used [7.7k]
Relationships are hard, which is probably why your longest one yet still ended despite your desire for it not to. Maybe you should’ve tried harder, communicated more. These are thoughts that run through your head frequently in the aftermath. Breaking up with a man you still love but aren’t quite sure you like anymore was incredibly gut wrenching. Going no contact was even harder but you knew you’d go back if you didn’t.
It's been months and you’re still filled with regrets over what could’ve been, what you could’ve done differently. But that’s neglecting the fact that you tried for so long with nothing changing. You were feeling underappreciated – you were underappreciated – and you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life like that. You deserve more, you deserve to feel like you’re important.
It got to the point where you were too embarrassed to tell your friends about how you were feeling because you knew what they’d say. You knew because you would’ve told them the same thing had they been in your spot. Leave.
So, you did but you’re left with a sense of longing and the longer time passes the more your feelings fester into something else. Anger, annoyance, disappointment. Why couldn’t he just treat you how you deserved, was it so hard for him to act like he loved you. Was it because he didn’t love you?
Relationships are overrated.
Sighing to yourself as you wander the aisles of the convenience store, you just need a few things to help with your hangover and then you’ll go back to your apartment and wallow. Your friends had told you that you needed to move on and to them, that meant clubbing. A lot of dancing and free drinks later, you’re stuck with fun memories and a killer headache.
A headache that’s making it hard to properly orient yourself in this small store. They need to stop moving things around, every time you get used to the layout—they change something again. You’re crouched down low looking for pain meds when you feel someone behind you. They’re too close and it’s weird, if you’re in the way they can just wait or politely ask you to move.
You can feel them move off to your side, squatting down next to you. A large hand presents the brand you were looking for and you quickly recognise the tattoos on his wrist. This is so your luck, you’ve spent months avoiding the hell out of him just for him to show up when you’re in a bad mood, hungover, and wearing one of his hoodies you’d kept.
Perhaps it’s a little petty of you but you lean over and grab from where he’d pulled the meds from instead of taking from him directly. You’re standing up right after, not wanting to have to talk to him.
“Holding a grudge I see,” Sukuna comments, looking up at you.
Looking down your nose, you’re asking, “Do I know you?”
“C’mon now,” he rises to his full height, towering over your form, “We know each other intimately.”
“I’m not in the mood, Sukuna,” you walk off. Going to the front to pay.
“See, you do remember me.” Despite your lack of a reply, he’s following behind you, “Big night?”
You don’t answer that either, entirely not in the mood to deal with this. It was hard enough not reaching out to him in the time after your breakup and now he appears out of nowhere acting like nothing happened.
There’s nothing said between you two until you’re out the store, his big mouth opening to say, “Do you miss me?”
Continuing to walk ahead, grumbling out, “I’m not answering that.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, our relationship wasn’t all bad.”
You turn around and glare at him, trying to figure out if you have it in you to get mad right now. You don’t, you’re tired and worn out and any anger you try to summon is being dampened by the sadness you’re feeling at seeing him so unexpectedly.
The ache of your—not so—freshly ended relationship is nowhere close to being soothed and on top of that, you don’t feel well from your hangover. A part of you is craving his comfort and then the other part of you is growing sadder because he never was able to give the kindness you needed.
Deciding to stay silent, you face forwards once again and start walking away from him. Of course, he’s not one to give up so easily, still on your tail.
Sukuna’s voice is as recognisable now as it always had been, “You’re seriously going to keep ignoring me?” he’s caught up to you, walking beside you like you’re not trying to avoid him.
Able to feel his eyes watching you carefully, taking in your strained expression, your tired eyes. You really wish you had enough anger in you to say something accurate and cutting that would have him second guessing himself but in this moment, you’ve got nothing.
Observing you for a little while longer before stating, “You kept my hoodie.”
That has you stopping again and wordlessly, you’re pulling it off and chucking it at him. Left in a too thin t-shirt for the cool weather you’re having but you can hardly care, your apartment isn’t far.
“That’s not what I wanted.”
“I don’t really care what you want anymore.”
He doesn’t blink at that, choosing to ignore the sentiment and telling you what he wants anyways, “I miss you.”
You’re taken aback but not so much as to let it show on your face. That anger you couldn’t find earlier finding you at his simple statement. How can he show up out of nowhere and say that to you without shame? After he let you feel like an afterthought for so long that you started to make yourself and your worries smaller for him.
Frown making its way onto your face as you glare at him, “Fuck you.”
Your words and the venom packed into them don’t bother him, “You’re honestly expecting me to believe you don’t miss me? That you suddenly hate me?”
There’s an incredulous look on your face, shocked by his audacity. Your brows then pinching together as you sigh quietly, “I don’t hate you, Sukuna.”
“Then?”
“‘Then’ nothing.”
The way you feel is too confusing to put into words, anytime you try to open your mouth to verbalise them you end up stopping yourself. Sukuna lets you cycle through all the ways in which you want to try answering him, uncharacteristically patient in this moment.
“I can’t hate you, but I also can’t miss you,” you settle on, a little anticlimactically. “In our relationship… you took something from me and you made me smaller. I’m not putting myself in that position again just because you suddenly feel like you miss me.”
Sukuna takes a step closer to you, about to touch you when you move away from him. His eyebrow twitches at that. “I could change, do better.”
It’s a genuine sign of vulnerability on his part but it’s coming a little too late, he still hasn’t ever apologised to you.
“I don’t believe you.” It takes everything in you to walk away but you do.
Life would’ve gone back to being quiet after that but you still have mutual friends and so the next time you run into him is all too soon at a friend’s birthday party. The party is being thrown at a laid-back bar, gathering for a few drinks.
Everything had started okay, your friends managing to keep you two separate for the most part. That was until the tail end of the evening when he weaselled his way into sitting directly next to you. He’s taking up a lot of space in the booth, leaving you far too conscious of him.
Honestly, you’re even surprised he came tonight. It’s not like he particularly likes Satoru all that much, so it was a bit of a shock to see him here when you walked in. For a split moment, you had considered walking right back out but it was too late and you’d already been spotted.
The warmth radiating off of him is frustrating because it’s so familiar, the urge to slide in closer and rest against him like you used to almost overwhelming. Almost. As much as you want to find comfort in him, you know you shouldn’t. Not just because of your past but also because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
The last time he saw you, you were considerably more broken. Your state pitiful and tired, it’s not the same tonight. Tonight, you dressed up nice, you have more bite back in you and you’re refusing to let him shake your confidence with his presence. The last meeting is one you survived; you’re going to survive this one too.
Showing the attitude you’re carrying with you tonight by muttering at him, “Go sit somewhere else.”
He leans down to reply to you, “I’m fine here.”
“Then I’ll go sit somewhere else,” you say pointedly.
“Don’t be like that,” his legs spread a little wider, his outer thigh resting against yours. “We can be civil for our friends birthday.”
Glaring back at him and pulling your leg away from his, “You don’t even like, Satoru.”
Sukuna’s eyes roll at what he deems your dramatic reaction to his touch, “I don’t dislike him… I just find him annoying.”
“You find everyone annoying.”
“Not you.”
Your arms fold, body language closed off from him, “Well, that’s ironic, considering I find you very annoying.”
He sighs your name, “If I said sorry would you forgive me?”
Oh, he’s pushing it, “We’re not talking about this here.”
That piques his interest, “So, if we went somewhere else?”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
His arm rests on the backrest of the booth, “You’re so stubborn.”
You glance up at him and severely regret it, his eyes look soft on you despite the fact he’s just complained about your stubbornness. The fondness in them throws you for a moment, not sure on how you’re feeling about it.
Looking away from him as you reply, “Good thing it’s not your problem then.”
“It’s a problem I’d welcome.” He grins at you.
“Are you aiming to upset me?”
A warm hand is placed on your knee, encouraging you to look into his eyes, “I really am sorry.”
Everything stops, the words he’d neglected to say for months now said to you so sincerely long after the relationship ended. There’s a knot in your stomach and you’re not sure how you’re about to react. Halfway between slapping him and crying.
Plucking his hand off of you, you stand and exit the booth. Pointedly ignoring how Sukuna calls your name, trying to regain your attention. You’re not going back, you can feel it in yourself, the way you might actually want to forgive him. Moving forwards, you find Satoru and give him one last birthday wish. Not wanting to be impolite to him on his special day and then you’re leaving the bar.
You’re less than happy as you walk out onto the street, you let him get to you. Literally only a few minutes of conversation with him and he shook your resolve. Unluckily for you and your resolve, it doesn’t take long for Sukuna to catch up to you. He’s pulling you back into him, big arms wrapping around you as he buries his face into your neck.
He’s so warm around you, a completely familiar feeling you used to find so much comfort in. Despite your thoughts, you’re physically relaxing into his hold. Taking in a controlled breath, you say, “Let me go.”
“Take me back and I will.”
“You suck,” you mutter.
The intimacy you two shared is something you’ve been craving, you always felt so safe when he held you and now it’s almost like he’s weaponising that against you. Intentionally or not.
He grumbles against you, “I miss you.”
Spinning in his hold, you place your hands on his chest. “You’re not being fair to me.”
“Take me back anyways.” He leans down closer to you, intentions clear. He’s being selfish and he has to be aware of that but he also must not care because he doesn’t stop himself.
Despite the fact you know you’re vulnerable and it’s a bad idea, you let him kiss you. Entirely too weak in this moment to push him away any more than you already have. His lips on yours are like coming home, his kiss the same as you remember, if not a little more imploring. Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him in closer, not feeling this way for a long time. Skin growing hot from his full kisses and quickly getting carried away by the moment.
Sukuna’s all too happily holding you even closer, big hands on your hips keeping you against him. He’s gripping you firmly, like you might disappear. He sucks on your tongue just to make you shudder, the kiss quickly changing from romantic to arousing.
He trails his lips down your throat and you push his head back, “We’re in public.”
“There’s hardly anyone around,” he replies, not worried. Lips on yours again, his tongue filling your mouth to kiss you that much deeper.
You can feel the way he groans when you push him again, “Stop,” the back of your hand rests over your lips, able to feel the heat radiating off your face. You’re embarrassed, “You turn every kiss dirty.”
“You’re overreacting,” even though he says that, his touch is gentle as he cradles the side of your face.
“Am not. People shouldn’t kiss like that in public.”
That grants you an eye roll. He’s never been one to care about what the people around you think. “Fine, follow me,” he grabs your hand and tugs you along after him.
Your judgement must be fuzzy from the kiss because you’re going along with him, “Where are we going?”
“My car.”
Stopping dead in your tracks, “I’m not making out with you in your car, Sukuna.”
“No, you’re not,” he grins evilly, “We’re going back to my place.”
“Oh, really?” You know you shouldn’t, you know that falling into bed with him is such a big step backwards in your moving on plans, but you can’t deny that the thought of it is tempting.
“I’m not the only one who missed you,” crudely referencing his dick. “And I know you missed it too.”
The daze from his lips on yours has lessened and maybe because he’s upset you so much, you’re returning that invitation with, “Missed what? Faking orgasms?”
He drops your hand and moves in close to you again, his hands now on either side of your head. Thumb brushing against your lower lip before pulling it down, all the heat quickly returning to your face from his small action. “If I were a lesser man I’d let that get to me more, but I know you’re just trying to hurt my feelings.”
His thumb pulls back and your lip is back in place, he lingers for a moment longer. Dark eyes considering you and your lips for a bit too long before he grabs your hand once more and continues the walk back to his car.
By this point, you’ve resigned yourself to the status of having officially caved. Willingly going along with him to his place. Sitting uncomfortably in his car’s front seat thanks to the wetness pooling in your panties. It’s been far too long since you last were kissed like that, since you were desired. Discomfort manifesting in your wriggling, thighs rubbing against each other slyly as you do your best to think about anything other than his lips on your skin.
He's pulling onto his street when he speaks again, “You know how I know you’re lying about faking your orgasms?”
Okay, so clearly that did get to him. “I don’t know what makes you think I was lyi—”
“—I know because…” he parks the car and turns the engine off, “you’re a terrible actor. Squirming on the spot because you’re all turned on from a hot kiss.” His hand rests on your jumping thigh, holding it still, “You couldn’t fake an orgasm to save your life,” leaning in to hover his lips over yours, “not to mention all those times I had you squir—”
Your hand slaps over his mouth to shut him up, not needing the reminder of how easy you are for him. “You talk too much about unnecessary things.”
Sukuna grabs your wrist and pulls your hand back, the smile on his face telling you he’s remembering the times he had you squirting around his dick all too fondly. “I disagree.”
Then he moves in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek like he’d done a million times before in the past. It’s the simplicity in the familiar affection that tugs at your heart strings and you can’t help but seek him out more. Turning your head so you can catch his lips with yours, arms around his neck as you both move in sync.
He indulges you completely, holding onto you just as desperately as you are to him. His hands moving over you and groping wherever he can manage to grab. Palming at your tit, greedily holding onto you and groaning into your mouth. You’re crawling over the centre console and he’s helping you along, encouraging you to straddle his lap.
The kiss between you both growing hotter and greedier, you give a little grind down into his erection and he moans into your mouth. The hands on your thighs digging into you at it, wanting more, wanting you to do it again. Giving a second grind down has his lips parting from yours as his head falls back on the cars headrest.
Soft pants coming from him, “I thought you weren’t gonna make out with me in my car?”
“I can stop,” you offer.
There’s a pause and genuine consideration in his expression, filtering through his options. “I’m not fucking you in my car, not after waiting this long.” He pops open his door and helps you to your feet, “We’re doing this properly, in my bed, where I can strip you bare and fuck you how I want.”
You’re watching him and waiting for him to get out of the car himself. “Are you trying to tease me with the anticipation or something?”
“Is it working?” His eyebrow raises to you.
You glare at him, refusing to answer because it definitely is working.
He grins because he still knows you far too well and because he was joking. “I just need a moment,” nodding down to where his thick arousal strains against the front of his pants.
And suddenly you’re feeling embarrassed despite how you were just rocking your clothed cunt against it. “Ah, right.”
“Feeling shy?” comes his taunting voice.
Shooting him with a glare, trying to remind him that you could leave at any moment. “I’d be careful how you act, Sukuna.”
“Keep looking at me like that and we’re not gonna make it upstairs.” He reaches into his pants and readjusts his erection, small hiss passing his lips at his own touch. Then he’s out the car and standing in front of you, the sound of the car door closing behind him.
His hands reach for you and you think it’s to grope at you again but he’s carefully tugging your shirt back into place. Making sure you don’t look so dishevelled from when he was groping you earlier.
Another small action that has your affection for him overwhelming you, wanting to hold him close and experience being loved by him again. Instead, you grab his hands to stop his considerate touch. “Don’t. Don’t touch me like you love me.”
He’s faltering at that, fixing himself to say something before deciding against it at the last minute. Settling his answer on a simple, “Fine.”
Everything is suddenly spinning; he’s picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Lugging you into his apartment building while carrying you like a sack of potatoes or something similar. You plant your elbows into his back and use that leverage to hold your head up in your palms, sighing at him.
“This is embarrassing.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” he says, tone of voice clearly reflecting his indifference.
And of course, because he can’t help himself, he’s taking the opportunity to grab at your ass. You’re kicking your legs at it a little, but it doesn’t even throw him off balance, completely sturdy and continuing up to his apartment.
“Can’t you put me down?”
His head turns and bites at your sensitive side, teeth nipping your skin where your shirt has ridden up. “No.”
“What the hell!” hand threading into his hair to tug back on his head, “what was that for?”
“Felt like it,” he grins at you, eyes darker than usual from how his pupils have taken over.
Finally at his front door after what feels like hours, though he’s still not putting you down. Single hand resting on your ass while his other reaches into his pocket for his keys. A little forceful in how he kicks the door closed behind him as he crosses the threshold, his impatience becoming more apparent.
You’re not let go until he’s got you in his room, dropped onto his mattress and bouncing a little because of it. Fixing him with an unimpressed gaze, looking through your lashes at him from down below. He’s looking at you with a hungry sort of expression, taking you in slowly. Despite being fully dressed you feel exposed to him, not needing to be a mind reader to be able to tell he’s imagining you naked.
He leans down and grabs your cheeks between his fingers and thumb, “I can only get so turned on.” Lips on yours messy, resulting in a sloppy kiss. His hand not letting you go, still pinching your cheeks to have your lips in a pout.
Huffing out between kisses, “You’re such an asshole.”
“Uh huh.” Not letting the insult get to him, too preoccupied with kissing you breathless.
Reaching your arms around him and hooking a leg around his waist at the same time to attempt to pull him onto the bed properly. You want him under you, growing frustrated by his blasé attitude. It’s not like he’s wrong, he’s just fucking annoying.
Sukuna doesn’t move at all, still when he asks, “What are you trying to do?”
“I was trying to pull you onto the bed,” still pouting.
His hand squishes your cheeks together a little more harshly, “Oh? Feeling desperate?”
“No.” You rumble at him. “I wanted to sit on you.”
And the way he positively lights up has you regretting your choice in words, “What a fantastic idea.”
Hands everywhere on you, undressing you quickly. He slows down when he’s stripped you to your underwear. Appreciating the sight of you, hands trailing up your thighs to keep them open, knowing you too well, knowing you were about to shut them and ruin his view.
“You’re awful wet for someone you had to fake orgasms for,” he comments cruelly, proving his point by digging his thumb into the wet spot on your panties.
He practically shudders at the feel of your slick, in awe by how drenched the material has gotten. It almost has him feeling a little bad for how long it took him to get you up here. Using his thumb to stroke through your folds, teasing you, riling you up even more. Maybe he doesn’t feel all that bad, since your needy reactions make all the wait worth it.
You’re biting into your lower lip to stifle down all the whingey sounds that threaten to slip, you can’t give him the satisfaction of proving him right. Thankfully, he stops touching your pussy but that’s because he’s swapped his focus to unhooking your bra. Shamelessly groping your tits in his large hands, sighing blissfully as he does.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
Voice a little strained, jolt going through your body as he pinches your nipples. “That’d be sweeter if you weren’t staring at my tits.”
“I think it’s plenty sweet, considering I was talking to them.” Tongue already hanging from his mouth as he leans down to take your left nipple in.
Gripping his hair automatically as you gasp, insides fluttering at how he’s tracing the sensitive bud with his tongue. Not pulling back until you let out a little moan, his teeth nipping at you as he does. Eyes looking up at you through his lashes, mouth moving to the middle of your chest. Leaving behind soft kisses before sucking a hickey into your skin.
When he does manage to detach himself from you, he’s grabbing your head between his hands. “I got a little distracted,” full kiss pressed to your lips, “let’s have you sit on me, yeah? Just like my precious princess wanted.”
“Why do I feel like you’re not actually going to give me what I want.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
A single hand is in the front of your panties and tugging them down your legs harshly, chucked over his shoulder into some corner of the room. His shirt goes after, like he decided last minute to take it off and you’re grateful for it. His naked torso as enticing as you remember it, the tattoos on his body always managing to arouse you a little more than you expect it to.
He flops onto his back beside you and you let out a shocked laugh, not expecting it. His hand taps at his chest, gesturing for you to get on top of him. A little shakily, you climb onto his lap and he tuts at you. Head shaking softly as he flicks his fingers at you in a ‘come hither’ motion.
“You’re sitting on my face, pretty,” wicked and lecherous smile gracing his features.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly,” eyes unwavering. “You said you wanted to sit on me.”
“I meant—”
“—My dick? I’m aware,” he trails his hands up your legs, digging his fingers into the fat of your thighs. “But I want you on my face so get up here.”
The tone he uses is the one he gives when he’s not interested in continuing the back and forth. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue but even in all your time together this isn’t something you’d done. Suddenly feeling incredibly shy, biting at your lower lip as you gaze down at him.
“Stop being cute,” the way he pinches at your sensitive skin makes you pout. “If you keep me waiting much longer I’ll just pick you up myself.”
“You’re such a perv,” you grumble but shuffle up his body.
His hand slaps lightly at your ass as you make your way to his face, self-satisfied grin already etched onto his features. “Uh huh,” he hums offhandedly.
Once your dripping cunt is hovering over his face he’s well and truly distracted, thumbs reaching under you to part your folds. Eyes glinting in the low light of the room as he consumes you with his eyes. Well and truly pleased with your compliance, with how soaked you are.
Sukuna’s almost convinced he could open his mouth to hang his tongue and you’d drip sinfully sweet onto it. Beads of your delicious slick drooling from your hole and sliding down your inner thigh, his eyes locked onto it. He can feel his dick twitching in his pants at it, almost painful with how it’s pressing into the front of the material. Aching to be freed, throbbing angrily and begging to rip through his jeans.
Your soft voice pulls him back, “Sukuna, what are you—” His eyes meet yours and the look in them has your voice cutting off.
He doesn’t miss the reaction he gets from you, tight hole spasming around nothing. It sets him off, tugging you down onto his face quickly. Tongue already having left his mouth and ready to lap at you obscenely. Revelling in the surprised mewl he gets from you as his wet muscle explores you eagerly. Nudging inside you and he realises it really has been too long if you’re this tight around his tongue.
It's overwhelming, how everywhere he is. You’re trying to pull away, hands on the headboard trying to lift your weight away from him but he damn near growls into your weeping cunt. Moving his arms to lock around your thighs and hold you deathly still as he eats you out from below.
The pleasure thrumming through your body has you melting into a puddle, thighs sliding further apart, getting desperate for more. Sukuna loves it, loves that you’re losing it to the point you’re opening yourself up to him. He likes when you get a little greedy about it, likes seeing you on the edge of tears and begging him for more with your actions.
He’s completely intent on ruining you with his mouth, still holding a bit of a grudge against the shitty comment you made earlier about faking your orgasms. It’s enough to almost make him laugh because he can already tell you’re incredibly close so quickly. You’ve needed this, he can tell. Probably been neglecting your poor pussy, not giving her the loving she really needs.
You feel like you’re vibrating as he just keeps making out with your cunt, feeling so high strung. Aching to grind down into him but stopped short by his strong arms, your hands reach back to claw at his forearms. Sukuna can tell exactly what you want though, loosening his hold just enough so you can lightly rock against him.
Oh, he loves it too, moaning into you as you drag yourself across his tongue. Revelling in how your shyness has left you, instead replaced with need. Warm palms slide from your thighs, up to your hips. Encouraging you to ride him, flattening his tongue for you to slip along.
It’s almost too much, almost. The fight between wanting to move away and to continue grinding down a short one, choosing to keep riding his tongue because you’re just so close. You can taste it on your tongue and Sukuna can taste it on his too. Your little hole twitching in the tell-tale way that lets him know you’re about to completely lose it.
Pace slowing from exertion, legs getting wobbly but he’s not having any of it. Slapping your ass to keep you moving. It jolts through you and shamefully triggers your orgasm. The sweet sting of his large hand smacking your ass to keep you moving is enough to have you choking on whimpers as you cum in his mouth.
There’s an audible gulp from Sukuna drinking your cum, the action obscene and blatant. His foggy eyes locked on yours as he keeps you over his face, even as you try to wiggle off him.
“Kuna, lemme go,” you whine, all blissed out and sensitive.
His head moves to the side and bites down into your plush thigh, enough to leave little indents of his teeth. Tongue laving over it to soothe the slight pain, just to then leave a sucked kiss over the mark. Popping off your thigh with a content expression.
“I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon, don’t be a brat.” Lips quirked up in a knowing smile, “Now, either I’m imagining things, or you just came awful hard on my face.”
Trying again, warning, “Sukuna.”
His eyes roll at you and the way you try chastising him, he’s pretty sure he just told you not to be a brat. Using his strength, he picks you up and places you right on top of his throbbing erection. The warmth of your wet pussy right over where he needs attention the most making him groan.
“You still wanna sit on my dick, pretty? Think you got it in you?” Referencing your shaky legs.
You want to, so bad, you’ve always loved riding him. Grinding down into him while he sits deep inside your walls, tip kissing your cervix as you almost torture him with your leisurely pace, but your legs are weak from straddling him so long and the force of your orgasm.
Sukuna can tell you’re actively fighting with yourself, not sure on what you want and what you can manage. It’s cute, it’s really cute but his patience has worn thin and his cock is about to fucking explode.
“Later then,” he says, rolling and taking you with him. Now looming over you.
He can’t keep his hands to himself, fingers stuffing into your snug cunt. Aiming to open you up for him, you’re all twitchy and soaked. Gripping his fingers and drenching them in your slick and cum, wet eyes flicking down to see where his thick digits are working you open.
“Fuuuck– I forgot what a creamy pussy you got, baby.”
His almost wrecked voice shoots through you, insides convulsing and he of course notices. Eyes brighter and smile wider, crooking his fingers to stroke your g-spot. Scissoring them to open you up that much more, eyes locked on how you’re dribbling down the length of his digits. He’s enjoying himself, having fun toying with your needy pussy.
Doing your best to glare at him but falling short, “Quit– hnn– quit teasing.”
“I’m not teasing,” he definitely is, “I’m trying to make sure you can actually take my dick.”
“I think– hah– I’ll be fine.”
He punishes you by easing another finger inside, pace quickening and fucking you on all three of them. “You’ll be fine?”
“Mhm,” you nod your head, horniness outweighing your critical thinking skills. Logically, you know it’s been a while and you know how big he is but, right now, you’re convinced you could take him in one go simply based on how bad you want it.
“One orgasm and you’re already all stupid,” the wet slapping sound of his palm hitting your clit is loud. “Are you about to cum again?”
Nodding your head once more, hands gripping into the bedding below. It feels so fucking good, Sukuna always was able to reach deeper than you ever could. Angling his fingers just right and bullying your g-spot, grinding his palm into your sensitive clit to work you up a little more.
Your hips try to hump down into his hand but he’s using his unoccupied one to press into your lower stomach, holding you still. The pressure only adds to your pleasure, moans tumbling from your lips and eyes rolling back.
“I thought you had to fake it?” He taunts. “Were you telling lies, baby?”
You’re too out of it to give him a real and meaningful response, too involved in the way you’re falling apart on his fingers. Eyelashes wet with your blissed out tears, caught between overstimulation and not enough. A little bit more, a little bit more and you’ll cum again.
And then he stops his movements, fingers stock-still inside your shivering walls. “You gotta answer me.”
Chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath, hands reaching out to him, craving him against you. “Kuna, don’t stop.”
“I asked a question,” he lets you paw at him but doesn’t move any closer, waiting for you to admit to lying.
“I lied, okay?” you grumble at him, annoyed that he’s held onto that comment for as long as he has, “I was lying, now can you just please– ah!”
“Good girl,” his pace picks up again, “stupid fucking lie to tell.”
The pleasure is blinding you, working you up a wall and giving you an unfamiliar kind of thrill, “Wait– hng– wait– oh my god.”
He slows down, asking, “You were just whinging at me to keep going and now you want me to wait?”
“Hff– it– hnn– it feels different.”
“Oh?” evil and pleased look on his face, “Just let it happen, I promise it’ll feel good.”
Fucking his fingers into you in earnest once he realises what’s happening, teeth in his lower lip as he watches you writhe and whimper. Just a little more pressure on your lower stomach, stimulating your cervix and he has you squirting for him.
You’re babbling all stupid, moaning through your incredible high and he’s talking you through it. “There you go! Good job,” he keeps moving his digits, helping you ride the waves of your orgasm, “bet that feels fucking great, huh?” slipping from you slowly before leaning down and kissing your cheek, “You’re adorable, I could eat you.”
Instinctively, you try to close your legs only stopped by him in-between them. He laughs at your reaction. Then he kisses you deep and slow, tender in how he makes out with you in your docile state. Tongue flicking against your own and chest rumbling at how sweet you are.
Own arms wrapping around him and holding him close, wanting the contact, the intimacy. Sukuna’s been so patient, or at least so patient for him but his patience is snapping with how pliant you’re acting, “You ready for more?”
“Yeah,” you’re buzzing in delight and still aching for him, words slurring together a bit, “I want you inside me.”
And he’s off you to pull off his pants and boxers in record time, back between your legs just as quickly. Unable to abandon his teasing that easily though and using the head of his cock to tap against your sopping pussy, humming happily at how you’re jolting with each contact.
“You think you’re gonna squirt for me again?”
You’re growing frustrated, more by his inaction than his words, huffing, “I don’t control that.”
“That’s right, I do.”
Slowly plunging his dick inside your gooey walls, sighing out a moan as he sinks further and further inside you. Inch by delicious inch, he stretches you open and brushes up against every sensitive spot you have. Feeling like you’re one big nerve ending as he takes his time to let your cunt swallow him.
“Ohhh, this pussy missed me,” he groans, head tipping back.
His eyes flick down to glimpse the way he’s fucking into your drooling hole, the softness of your creamy, silken walls have him feeling insane. It might’ve been too long; he might’ve played with you too long because he doesn’t feel like he’s going to last inside you at all. You could ask him to cum for you right now, all saccharine sweet how you used to and he’d do it, he wouldn’t even be able to control it.
Large body collapsing down, pressing himself tight to you as he bottoms out. Keeping you so close, like you might disappear on him if he lets you go for even a second. He’s giving short, quick thrusts, not even willing to pull out of you more than he is.
You feel so unbelievably full and overwhelmed by him, the weight of his cock inside you making your pussy feel hot and the weight of him on top of you making you feel crowded and fuzzy. He smells so good, so familiar. Your legs lock around his waist and he eases a bit more inside your jumpy hole.
The moan that it pulls from him has you dripping impossibly wetter, finding his lips with your own before he can crudely comment on it. He quickly dominates the kiss, deepening it and then pulling back to suck on your tongue. Hips still lightly moving, one particular thrust harsher than the ones before when you lick at his lower lip.
“I love you,” he murmurs against your mouth, “but I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
Dick slipping from you as he pulls out to flip you onto your stomach, slamming into you again before you can even whine about the loss. He’s gripping and manoeuvring you by your hips into a mean arch for him, bowing your back by pressing between your shoulder blades.
Hitting so much deeper like this, repeatedly stroking against something devastating inside you. His stride brutal and needy, fucking you like he’ll die if he stops. His hands on your hips tight enough to possibly leave marks for you to get horny over again later.
His name tumbles from your mouth like a prayer, like it’s enough to ground you. So lost in the euphoria of him dicking you down like you’ve so badly needed that you don’t even catch the way he chuckles and coos at you.
Folding over top of you, he talks low, “You’re falling apart aren’t you? Having fun?” his teeth drag along the shell of your ear, “Missed this bad, huh? Could’ve had it the whole time, baby.”
You try to grumble at him but your voice cracks all pitiful and broken, moans replacing whatever annoyed sound you almost made. “Hng– Mean– hff—” is all you can manage.
“I tease you because I love you,” he returns. Tucking his face into your neck and sucking a dark hickey into your skin.
You’re unintentionally clenching around him at his second confession of the night, when you’ve come down from how good this feels you’re going to be pissed that he’s only said that while balls deep but right now it’s only adding to everything. Hips bucking back to meet every one of his thrusts, the sounds of his pelvis smacking your ass bouncing off the walls of the room. No doubt he’ll be getting a very frustrated noise complaint from the neighbours, one that’ll he’ll ignore.
Sukuna is half-way convinced he’s having an incredibly vivid dream because you feel heavenly wrapped around his dick. You’ve been away from him for so long that he’s not even sure you’re really here, but the way you’re whimpering and pulling tighter around him tells him you’re all too real. You’re really here and he gets to tell you he loves you and shove your hole full of him and hold you tight.
He's reaching under you to pull you up and back, forcing you onto your knees as your back rests against his front. Large hands fondling your tits as he keeps driving into you, “You left me for too long, baby. I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Teeth dragging along your neck, sucking, and licking, and biting, marking you. Leaving behind so much evidence of just how well he’s fucked you, desperate to have your body remembering him after tonight. It’d pulled at his heart that you don’t remember the shape of him anymore, that he’d had to work you open all over again. Though, he certainly had a lot of fun doing so.
“Kuna,” you whine, “I’m– hnn– I’m gonna—”
“—Yeah, go ahead,” he pinches at your nipples, “Soak my dick, pretty.”
Like he’d given you permission, you cum all over his cock. The urge to fold forward hitting you but he’s holding you back against him. Chin hooked over your shoulder so he can watch how he’s pounding into you.
“Ah, you squirted again for me,” his chest rumbles, pleased, “doing so– hng– so fantastic for me, baby.” One hand leads down to your lower stomach, pressing right over where his cock hits the deepest part of you, “You want it inside?”
Eyed lidded low and fluttering, “Yes… please.”
“Yeah, knew you would,” he smirks.
Indulging in how your warmth has completely engulfed him, so much wetter with your squirt. Needy pussy lovingly clinging to him and sucking him back in lewdly, it’s enough to have him cumming at the thought alone. The reality is so much better, even better yet how he’s coating your inner walls in his seed. Dumping his heavy load into your womb, fucking it all deep inside you.
He's cum so much it’s leaking back down the base of him, a filthy mess between your legs. “Took it so well,” he comments, grabbing your face and pulling you back to press a sloppy kiss on your lips.
You feel out of it, floating on cloud nine from how much pleasure he’d just delivered your body. All twitchy and blissed out from your multiple orgasms, the warmth of his cum inside you adding to it all. His hands are soft on you as he carefully lays you down, gentler than he usually is.
“Join me in the shower?” he asks but it doesn’t sound much like a question.
Standing feels like a monumental task right now, “Can’t.”
“Drama queen,” his eyes roll but he’s picking you up and walking you into the bathroom with him. He places you on the bench while he turns on the shower, turning back to you while he waits for it to heat up. “That’s a good sight,” he grins. Eyes carefully trained on how his cum is dripping from your hole.
You shakily close your legs off to him, “Don’t be gross.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” lifting you again so he can wash you in the shower.
Few words are spoken as he works soap all over your soft skin, attentive in how he cleans you. The shower is warm and the perfect temperature, only adding to the relaxation running through your bones. He keeps you close and treats you like you might break and in your hazy state, you almost forget that you’re not together anymore.
But you’re not and you have to actively remind yourself that there’s a reason for that, that just because he’s treating you well right now… doesn’t mean it wouldn’t all go back to being exactly how it was before. It’s not the first time he’s temporarily changed for you and you can’t go through that again.
Once you’re out the shower, Sukuna disposes of the dirty bed spread and tucks you in with him. His big body pressed to yours and making you feel so safe. It’s the best sleep you have in a while but when he wakes up in the morning, you won’t be there.
𝒂ﾉ𝒏. it's done ! thanks for reading and i hope you guys liked it ! it wasn't super long because it was supposed to be a short little thing but i got carried away with the smut a little teehee. also first sukuna fic !!! how'd i do ??,, i find i have fun writing him even if he is a ooc ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
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♡ ໒꒱ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 .. 𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 humping your mattress. hit send ˎˊ˗
wc 700 ── .✦ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ; making out ; dirty talk ; mattress humping ; idk
the shock that runs through your body at the sight before you is electric, your cunt already beginning to drip into your panties. gojo is panting and huffing into your messy sheets, small whimpers heaving from him every now and again. you're tempted to interrupt him but the view of him desperately humping your mattress is far too enticing to want him to stop.
maybe it's your fault he's like this, maybe you shouldn't have given him such hot kisses while grinding into his erection before leaving him alone. you couldn't help it though! you had to leave for a bit, you had no idea he would turn into such a mess over a few light grinds.
needy whines bring you back to yourself and you feel yourself almost start drooling, wanting a better view of him, wanting to see how his hard cock is leaking onto your bed. clearly able to see how he's tugged his pants down at the last minute, his shaft rutting against your previously clean sheets.
gojo's face is buried in your bedding, inhaling deeply to catch your delicious scent. he feels like a pervert but he truly couldn't help himself, not after you rubbed your warm pussy against him. he held off for as long as he could, much preferring to fuck you but you were gone and he was horny.
a whimper dies in his throat and his hips stutter to a slow grind, startled by your sudden presence in the room. somewhat ashamed but not able to stop his thrusting into your linens.
you've climbed onto his back, you couldn't stop yourself from getting close to him. choosing to straddle him like this because you don't want him to move, don't want him to stop. leaning down to his ear and murmuring, "keep going, satoru."
"i'd rather fuck you," he groans but keeps moving his hips.
the feel of your lips by his ear and soft breathing is only turning him on more. the weight of you on top of him making his arousal more prominent, he can barely take it. his own lips parting to whine some more, his dick all gooey from his own precum. the slide of him humping your mattress is slick and easy, his tip catching on the ridges in the sheet and making him whimper.
your hand reaches under his chin and pulls him up, slotting your lips over his to kiss him deep and slow. tongue filling his mouth and licking against his own, you're able to feel the way he shivers under you at it. his moans mingling into the kiss, he wants to touch you so bad but you want him to keep fucking the mattress and he wants to do what you want.
"you're so mean," he sighs, "rubbed your clothed cunt all over me just to leave me here alone," continuing to ramble, "and now you're back and i can't even fuck you open how you love."
his complaining is cute and has you pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, "this is your punishment for ruining my clean linens."
"yeah right– haa– you just got horny seeing me deflower your bed."
your mouth is right by his ear when you reply, taunting, "my bed has long since been deflowered, thank you very much."
it was intended to fluster him and it works, his hips jolting and his moans stuttering. the image of you humping your bed, your pillows, fucking your fingers by digging your hips into the sheets. so many ideas are running through his head all at once and it's overwhelming him.
practically begging you to elaborate, "fuuuck– hnf– wanna– hah– wanna give me an example?"
"nope," you laugh a little at his desperation.
it hardly matters anyways, he's cumming into your sheets from the lilted giggle you let out. his cock twitching pathetically against your wet linens, hot cum coating his sensitive skin. he's huffing into the mattress, hips jolting and giving more grinds down to ride out the high.
it's then that you bear your weight down onto his lower back, forcing his hips to dig into the mattress a little harsher. his body wracked with shudders as he whimpers at the overstimulation.
"god– fuck– you're sooo– hnn," he can't get out what he wants, head swimming pleasantly in the glow of his orgasm.
you kiss over his shoulders, praising, "you did a good job."
his dick gives a little jerk at that. humming back out at you, "it's such a waste though, i know your greedy pussy would've loved that load."
ᨳິ ׂ 𓈒 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 .. 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 enjoys flustering you with his hot praise ⸝⸝ ྀ
suguru is already ruining you, balls deep and perfectly hitting your sweet spot relentlessly. always able to tell just what will drive you insane, what will have your walls trembling and eyes rolling. he reads you like a book, which is why he's being evil and singing you sinful praises.
"you feel so good, pretty," he hums low, leaning down so he can speak right into your ear, "those little sounds you're letting out are letting me know you feel the same."
you bite your lip to hold back those exact noises he's talking about. whinging at him to, "stop." your words ring hollow to even your ears though. fingers gripping him tight, legs wrapped around his slim waist to keep him trapped inside you.
"i'm just trying to tell you how hot you are," a laugh passes his lips, amused. "you're all twitchy and worked up, i love it."
your cunt drips around him, soaking him in even more slick the more he talks, "sugu, stop– hng– stop talking."
he ignores your words, "shhh, listen." his big palm covers your mouth so you'll be quiet and focus in on the wet squelching of him fucking your pussy. "god, you're so wet. creaming all over me," letting out a wistful sigh, like he dreams about this.
his hand stays on your mouth, "can you feel the way you're pulsing around me?—" sentence cut off by a drawn out groan, and then picking back up like he didn't just almost fall apart, "i can, i can and it feels fucking divine."
suguru can feel the way your skin flushes and heats up under his touch, so obvious to him how much you're enjoying his taunting despite your whining. spine tingling from how much he enjoys this, how good it feels.
your eyes meet his and you break, waterline brimming with unshed tears. the pleasure is overwhelming you, as well as his humiliating praise that you enjoy far too much. not able to tell him to shut up and not really wanting to anymore anyways. your lips press a soft kiss to his palm and he coos at you.
"you're so pretty," he removes his hand and flattens himself to you completely, head tucking into your neck, "my pretty baby. my pretty, pathetic, baby."
his pelvis grinds against your clit, his cock throbbing inside your walls as he keeps pressing kisses to your skin, along with his murmured words. your stomach flips from the stimulation, cumming on him, soaking his dick in fresh, honeyed slick.
"ah, there we go," he sighs. head tilting down so he can glimpse how his shaft looks as he pulls out, dripping obscenely from your orgasm. "messy little thing." and he doesn't sound the least bit disappointed about it.
"you're so evil," you pout, trying to ignore your lingering need. his cock still hard and half-way inside your shaking pussy.
"you love it," suguru stuffs you full once more, his chest rumbling with a moan, "i know just how horny it makes you."
𝜗◞ ♡ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 ; gazing at 𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 & his lifted shirt results in him dry humping you ꒱
every time you catch sight of gojo's happy trail your heart skips a beat. his arms lifting over his head to stretch his limbs out, the t-shirt he's wearing lifting up just enough to display the enticing visage of his lower abs leading down into his pants. white tufts of hair creeping out his pants and trailing upwards enough for you to see and feel a certain way about.
you avert your eyes after staring for far too long, long enough for gojo to pause mid stretch and tilt his head at you. his gaze trailing down his own body, trying to ascertain where you were looking. he doesn't seem like the astute type but you can practically feel the amusement rolling off him, easily picking up on what caught your attention.
"if you wanted me to take my shirt off... you could just ask."
you grumble back at him, annoyed by his ability to notice everything about you, "i don't want you to take your shirt off."
he hums a lilted tune, "hmm, certainly didn't seem that way with how you were eye-fucking me."
"i was not!" you gape at him, "you're imagining things, i fear your ego is growing too large for you to handle."
gojo walks the short distance to where you're sitting on the couch, his form leaning down so he's in your space. lips already hovering over yours as he asks, "so, we're not going to have sex on the couch?"
“i’m not that easy.”
a light laugh leaving him, “i am, you looked at me and now i’m all hard.”
"that's not my probl—"
his lips on yours shut you up, kiss heavy and already needy. he doesn't waste any time slipping his tongue into the mix, the taste of you making him shiver and whine. a sudden pressure around your wrist alerts you to his hold, his hand guiding yours. he places it under his shirt, your palm resting against the same trail of hairs that landed you in this situation.
the thrill that moves through you has you gasping into his mouth, pussy fluttering from how easily he overwhelms your senses. melting into him, letting him kiss you stupid. growing too horny to continue this way, you hold onto him and somehow manage to get him to lay on the couch.
his back resting on the cushions with you straddling him. "i wanna ride you," words spoken soft and tantalising, hand slipping under his shirt again to rest where it once was.
gojo's shirt rides up with your touch, the warm pressure of your soft palm has his cock twitching in his pants. "are you waiting for an invitation?"
"more like a plea," you challenge his glib attitude.
"pleaseee sit on my dick, pretty," his hands slide up your thighs to grip your hips, "i'm aching for it." and as if to prove his point, he ruts his hips up under you. grinding his erection against your clothed cunt.
your nails lightly scratch against his skin, lungs shuddering from the much needed stimulation. you're digging your teeth into your lower lip to stifle down any pathetic sound he might be able to pull from you. failing completely when he tugs you down at the same time that he's rutting up.
"fuuuuck– hold on– hnn– this feels soo—" he doesn't finish his sentence, head tilting back as he keeps dry humping you.
his skin is all flushed and radiating heat, eyes dazed and lost in the muted pleasure he's gaining from this. he's acting like a dog as he keeps relentlessly grinding against you. a small and pitiful whimper leaves him and you're keening into it. hands tugging his shirt up more, palms perched on him as you meet his grinds.
"wait– wait– hng– i'm gonna—" even though he's asking you to wait he doesn't stop his hips, continuing until he's shuddering through his own orgasm.
his pants growing damp as he cums in them, gojo can feel the way his seed clings to his clothes. coating his dick in his own sticky release. if it hadn't felt so fucking good he'd probably be embarrassed but he's in complete bliss right now.
"did you just cum?" you ask him, somehow even more aroused. his relaxed and borderline fucked out expression making you want him more.
he's panting softly, eyes glazed over as he answers, "you shouldn't have looked at me like that."
𝒔𝒖𝒎. ♡ the relationship you have with your brothers best friend very quickly changes to dirty and undefined. as a result, you're left with an old crush kicking back into full force and difficult choices. how long are you going to be able to keep this a secret and what exactly does gojo want from you. . . ?
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ── .✦ mdni (18+) non.sorcerer!au ; brothers bsf!gojo ; smut ; making out ; dirty talk ; teasing ; swearing ; dry humping ; tiny bit of boob/nipple play ; cunnilingus ; jerking off ; fingering ; piv ; protected sex (yay) ; prone bone ; tease!gojo ; multiple orgasms ; alcohol consumption ; fem!reader ; no use of y/n ; use of pet names [11.1k]
this used to be posted on an old blog of mine and i've reuploaded it here as well as added to it so if it seems familiar that's why!
Living with your brother is convenient for the both of you, there’s pre-established trust and you get the benefits of cheaper rent. The downside is that his best friend is almost always at your place, he may as well start paying your bills with how often he’s in your space. It’s not that you mind per se but it’s kind of hard to get comfortable, it’s difficult for you to relax when you’re unexpectedly bumping into him in the kitchen.
It’s always while you’re in your pj’s too, not prepared to be seen by the world and yet – here he is – in all his annoying perfection. Even more frustrating, your brother isn’t even home yet. Which begs the question, why is Gojo Satoru in your house while your brother is still out? You’re almost dropping your water bottle out of surprise, not expecting him to be standing behind the fridge door when you swing it closed.
Clutching a hand over your heart in shock, huffing, “How did you even get in here?”
“Through the front door,” he smiles, amused by your reaction. Your brow quirks at him as if to say – obviously and he continues, “I got a spare key for emergencies.”
“You’re the one causing emergencies around here, you scared the crap outta me,” pinching the bridge of your nose like you’re getting a headache before informing him, “He’s not here you know.”
“I know,” he continues smiling, as if delighted by your presence.
“So?…”
Pretending to play dumb when he asks, “‘So’ what?”
You’re lightly rolling your eyes at his antics, “So why are you here?”
“I’m just waiting for him to get back, he said he wouldn’t be long,” he blinks down at you, “So…”
You repeat his words earlier but they’re genuine, confused on what he wants, “‘So’ what?”
“Wanna hang out?”
“And what would we do?”
His expression turns suggestive, “I can think of a few things.”
And there it is, he’s always flirting with you but he has no follow through. In the beginning you’d gotten your hopes up but now you choose to brush it off and ignore it, it’s better than waiting for the impossible.
“Uh huh,” you dismiss. “When you finally decide to act on that, let me know.” Moving to walk past him and go back to your room.
Gojo’s quick to stop you, hand on your arm pulling you back to him. Your back collides with his front and he’s leaning down to talk into your ear, “Is that your permission?”
He feels huge against you, aware of his height but still taken aback when he’s this close to you. His warmth radiating through you, turning your head to the side, you try to diffuse the tension brewing, “Actually, that was me doubting you.”
Your attempt fails and only serves to intensify whatever is happening between the two of you right now, eyes glancing at his lips and quickly regretting it with how your heartbeat picks up. This is far from how he usually flirts and it’s beginning to feel too real for you, the crush you’ve had on him that you pushed down is too quickly making a comeback.
He spins you to face him, hand on the side of your face, “I’m gonna kiss you now… unless you stop me.”
You know, that logically, you shouldn’t let this happen but you’ve wanted to kiss him for too long and you’re letting yourself get swept away in the moment. Deciding to let it happen and lean up to him, not missing the way he seems incredibly happy with this situation. His lips on yours soft, the both of you slowly learning about each other intimately.
Without even really realising it, you’re falling into him. Arms reaching up to loop around his neck, his hands sliding down your body and tugging you in by your hips. Gojo’s becoming more insistent with his kisses, licking against your lower lip, begging for access. All too willingly, you open your mouth, his kiss deeper and fuller like this.
He’s good at kissing and it’s devastating you, mind getting foggier the longer you let yourself be kissed stupid. His tongue against yours making your insides twist, a small and involuntary sound leaving you. The reaction you get from him is visceral, his own moan returning yours. His body leading you backwards into the countertop, his body pressed so closely against yours.
Everything is getting hotter, your stomach flipping at how aroused you’re getting. Pussy fluttering as you grow wetter, his hands are slipping under your shirt to touch your bare skin and it feels borderline electric. Pulling apart to heave a few breaths, wanting to say something but interrupted by more of his messy kisses. Moving your grip to his hair to tug him back, Gojo shudders in response.
A string of saliva connects the both of you, the look on his face erotic and too enticing but you’re conscious of the fact that if your brother gets home and catches you both like this things will get messy.
“Gojo, he’ll be back soon.”
His eyes are stuck on your lips. “Okay,” he replies simply, like it’s of no concern.
Kissing you as soon as the word leaves him, making it very clear that he’s not even a bit worried about your brothers arrival or his reaction. And he’s able to sway you so easily because you’re allowing it, brain pleasantly fuzzy as you kiss him back. You want him, bad.
Soft, wet lips trail down your throat, mouthing at your delicate skin and making you shiver. Your thighs rub together as his tongue flicks out to taste you. You’re panting and unbelievably aroused but you’re still aware of where you are.
Reaching your palm up, you push back on his forehead. Your eyes meet and it’s intense, about to tell him again that you should stop. It’s almost as if you have a sixth sense because you hear keys jingling in the lock from outside. Feeling hot in the face as you quickly pull yourself away from Gojo and pick up the bottle you dropped.
Your embarrassment fuels you, scurrying back to your room in record time. You cannot be seen like this, glazed eyes and swelling lips. It’s all far too obvious. Gojo’s calling after you but you’re too embarrassed and confused at the moment. You don’t have the best poker face and you just know you’re wearing everything you’re feeling on your face.
Right now, it’s better to hide. But that leaves the unknown of what will happen next time you face Gojo because there will be a next time.
Avoiding Gojo is difficult but not impossible and you’ve been fairly successful so far. Choosing to ignore him might be a little childish but you’re embarrassed, and this is how you’re choosing to deal with it. If you don’t listen to what he has to say, then you can pretend like nothing happened or like you’re not about to get rejected.
The soft glow of the television illuminates your skin, sitting in the lounge room watching a movie that should’ve ended an hour ago. The drag would probably bother you more if you weren’t thinking about Gojo and how good his lips felt against yours. You can feel the way your brows frown at the thought, annoyed that you’re still hung up on it. This so isn’t fair.
Sighing to yourself in annoyance as you try to focus on the screen, failing miserably. The sudden jostling of the cushions causes you to sway, gasp leaving you in shock. Turning to the side, you see none other than Gojo slumped onto the couch, his head resting against the back of it and already looking at you. His expression a little unreadable but you think he may be annoyed, if the tight line of his mouth is anything to go off.
Normally, you’d chastise him for scaring you or ask him why he’s here, but you don’t say anything. Looking back at the screen to ignore him, hoping he’ll get bored and leave you alone. Suddenly feeling too nervous to speak without embarrassing yourself any further anyways, your heart beating too fast. It doesn’t take long for Gojo to break the silence though; patience never has been one of his virtues.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Not sparing him a glance, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Every time I’m here, you’re nowhere to be seen.”
“Well, it’s not like you come here to see me anyways,” you don’t mean it in any sort of way aside from pointing out the obvious, he’s your brothers friend. Not yours.
“And who said that?”
You don’t bother replying to that, not really understanding why he’s trying to imply what he is. Bored as you continue to watch the end of your movie and struggle to keep your attention on it. Gojo stays beside you, restless. You didn’t even know he was here tonight; your brother will probably come looking for him soon.
“Why are you still out here?”
His response comes immediately, “Oh? Are you talking to me again?”
Finally looking back at him, exasperated by him acting like some sort of jilted lover, “What do you want me to say?”
“I just didn’t take you as the sort to make out with a guy and ghost him after,” he shrugs.
“Don’t talk about that so casually,” you groan, worrying you’ll be overheard.
“Relax, he’s asleep,” he thinks for a moment, “does snoring run in the family?”
You’re surprised by his stupid question, “What? I don’t know… no.”
Humming at you, “Hmm… that wasn’t real convincing, sweetheart.”
In the background, the credits start to roll on the tv, and you decide it’s time to end this interaction too. Standing up and walking away from Gojo. Unfortunately for you, he’s quick to get up, almost stumbling over himself to catch you.
“Don’t leave, I still wanna talk to you,” he’s so close behind you that if you suddenly stopped he’d walk right into you, “You can’t just kiss a guy like that and–”
His words have you halting, spinning immediately to reach up and clasp your hand over his mouth. “Shut up!” You half whisper, “you can’t just go blabbing about that whenever you feel like.”
Gojo’s voice comes out muffled and unintelligible from under your palm.
You continue talking over him, reminding, “Plus, you’re the one who kissed me.” Removing your hand from his mouth.
“You let me kiss you,” he leans in closer, “liked it too, if those pretty sounds were anything to go off of.”
Smacking at his chest, annoyed that he’s flustered you, “Have you no decency?”
“After a kiss like that?” He asks mostly rhetorically, just trying to fluster you even more.
You hate how much he’s getting to you, the kiss still fresh in your mind. The feel of his large hands on your bare skin addictive in an annoying way. Quickly spinning on your heel to walk away from him, making it to your room and about to close your door but he’s still right behind you. Hand on the door and preventing you from closing it.
“Come on,” he pouts at you, “just one kiss?”
He’s got you completely flabbergasted, “Are you kidding?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Gojo,” you look at him seriously, “we’re not making out while my brother is in the house.”
“He’s asleep!” he half whines, “also I never said make out, I just asked for a kiss.” He’s smiling at you like you’re the one with a dirty mind.
He takes the silence to continue talking, “Didn’t you like it?” he poses it like a question but he’s not waiting for your reply, already knowing that answer, “‘cause I did. A lot.”
Hold on your door loosening at his words, not expecting him to be so earnest. You did like kissing him, a lot, and you see that as a problem. You can’t date him, if you break up you’ll either be ruining your brothers friendship or you’ll have to put up with seeing your ex. Not to mention that you have no idea how your brother will react to this in the first place, but you can’t imagine he’ll be chill about it. This is a slippery slope, and you really don’t want to fall on your ass.
Gojo takes advantage of your relenting grasp and pushes on it, you don’t immediately tell him to get out. Despite your logical thoughts, you’re already giving in. He waits a second but when you’re not objecting to his entry – he walks into your room. Kicking the door shut behind him. He doesn’t think you realise it but he’s actively fighting against himself to not touch you, hands restless at his sides.
He steps closer to you and you’re making sure he knows, “You can’t tell him.”
“I’m not an idiot,” he scoffs, hands gentle and a little hesitant as he reaches out for you.
His grip on your hips is warm and you’re placing your palms on his chest, “I kind of doubt that.”
Gojo hisses through his teeth, “Ouch.” Though he’s smiling big, like he did the last time. Pleased with himself and the situation.
You’re apologising anyways, “Sorry.” You know he’s not stupid, despite how he acts.
“Kiss me and I’ll forgive you.”
And just like that, you’re regretting your apology. Mouth down turning but you do lean up and press a simple kiss to his lips, pulling back instantly, “You got what you want, you can leave now.” Dismissive as you turn to walk away from him.
The hands on your hips are quick to stop you from going anywhere, “No, no. That’s not fair!”
“You said you wanted just one kiss, and you got it.”
It has your head spinning how fast he’s dropping the pretence, “I was lying.” He’s nuzzling his head into your neck, breath tickling your skin and making you fight back a shudder, “I was lying, I’m greedy, I need more.”
“Well, I already knew thaa– hah—” Voice shaky and cutting off your words prematurely at how he’s licking and kissing at your neck.
Very much taking advantage of his position right now to tease you, scraping his teeth along your delicate skin just to pull some sweet sounds from you. You’re still conscious of your not being alone in the house, teeth digging into your lower lip to stifle any noise you might make. You’re not normally so sensitive to such small touches but something about Gojo has every one of your nerve endings on edge.
His smile can be felt against you, sucking a mark into your neck. It has you gasping and snapping back to reality, hands in his hair and tugging him back, “You can’t leave marks.”
“At all?”
“At all,” you assert.
“But you seem to really like it,” he pouts, “you make such cute little noises—”
Cutting him off with your lips on his, recognising he’s getting his way but needing him to shut the hell up. His insistence on talking to you like that not only turns you on but embarrasses you to no end.
Gojo’s kissing you back fervently, lips insistent and intoxicating on yours. You may have initiated the kiss but he’s very quickly dominating it, slipping his tongue into your mouth and licking against your own. Insides getting fuzzier and fuzzier the longer he touches you. His fingers tickle up your sides, already under your shirt to touch your bare skin.
It’s head spinning how full his kisses are, not even really registering that he’s walking you back to your bed. Not until you’re falling into it, lips parting as you gasp in surprise. Gojo doesn’t let you think for too long before he’s on top of you though, tongue in your mouth again as he sucks on yours.
It’s a little pathetic how quickly you’ve folded for him, keening into his touch as he trails his hands all over your body. You’re able to feel the way your cunt throbs when he groans against you, enjoying the way he sounds. He’s too good at kissing, brain slowly melting as you only get more and more worked up.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you’re tugging him in closer to you. His erection against your clothed core, it’s not enough but you’re horny and will take what you can get right now. Hips subtly grinding up into him, still a little hesitant in your movements. Gojo smiles into the kiss, thrilled by your neediness.
About to pull back and tell him to stop being so smug when he’s meeting your grinding, he’s rougher than you. Firmer in how he’s rutting down, the change has your lips parting to moan. Shocked by the sound you make, you’re slapping a hand over your mouth. He doesn’t seem to let it bother him, continuing to dry hump you to insanity. Pulling more whines from you, muffled into your palm.
“C’mon, sweetheart. How many times I gotta tell you I like your moans before you let me hear them?” He’s teasing you; he’s teasing you and you like it.
His nose brushes against your cheek, trailing his lips to your ear and then blowing softly. A shiver runs down your spine as you whimper quietly, both your hands grabbing his face so you can move him to look at you. Your foreheads resting against each other, “We can’t be loud.”
“I think you’re the only one being loud,” he grins, grinding down as if to prove his point. Dragging more moans from you.
You gasp at him, breathless through your whines, “Gojo!–”
He chuckles at you but interrupts your debauched moans with another heavy kiss, stifling your sounds with his lips. His hips don’t stop and neither do yours, trying to meet his thrusting. You can feel how wet your panties have gotten, sticking to your cunt obscenely. Completely needy and getting sexually frustrated because you feel empty.
Gojo’s cock twitches in his pants, as desperate as you, if not more. Shamelessly sliding his hand under your shirt and groping your tit, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your back arches into him and you let slip such sinfully sweet moans; it’s driving him crazy. He wishes so bad he could fuck you properly, but he knows it’s a risk you wouldn’t be willing to take.
You’re getting so close, needing just a little bit more to get over that delicious edge you’re dancing on. Unfortunately for you, in a sick twist, your brother is awake and wandering the halls. Ears twitching and straining at the familiar sound of his ugly, stupid feet clomping through the quiet house.
Gojo must’ve heard it too because he’s pulling back and resting his head on your shoulder, though he’s still slightly rutting into you. His eyes meet yours and he looks borderline heart broken. The both of you know that if your brother’s not already looking for Gojo, he will be soon.
“You should leave,” you note, trying not to pout.
He on the other hand, doesn’t even try to not pout, “It’s not fair,” he huffs, “you were so close to cumming.”
You hush back, “Shut up!” He snickers and leans in to kiss you but you’re holding him back with your hands, “I was serious earlier, you can’t tell him.”
“I know,” he’s a little distracted by your proximity but he’s being honest, “How could I possibly tell my best friend I’ve been fooling around with his little sister?”
Gojo doesn’t wait for you to reply, finally pressing a last kiss to your lips before groaning, “I don’t know how I’m meant to hide my erection.”
You choke on a laugh, “That’s your problem.”
And since he can’t seem to help himself, he kisses you again and then one actual final peck to your cheek. Looking oh so upset as he stands to his full height and shuffles over to your door. You rest on your elbows to watch him leave, hoping to whatever higher power there is that he doesn’t get caught.
He throws a wink your way as he rushes out of your room as stealthily as possible. It has you realising now how he always manages to sneak up on you because he really is quiet as he steps out into the hall. It takes a moment, but you can faintly hear him and your brother talking. Unable to hear the voices well enough to know what they’re saying, you just hope whatever excuse Gojo gives is good enough.
Flopping back onto your bed, you wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.
To say you’re in over your head wouldn’t be an understatement, it’s been a week since the last… incident and each time Gojo has been visiting your brother; he’s finding a way to get you alone for however long he can. Opportunistic in how he has you lip locked for those short few moments. Never failing to render your head all fuzzy and lips tingling.
It’s not fair, how intoxicating it is to be kissed by him. It feels like he’s cheating, like he has a hold over you. Not to mention how hard it’s getting to hold back, his touch electric. The tension between the both of you is only growing and you know for a fact that if you were alone long enough, you’d end up doing everything you tell yourself you shouldn’t.
Things can’t carry on like this, your brother doesn’t know right now but that doesn’t mean he won’t find out. Especially if Gojo carries on being so careless about it all, he’d said he wouldn’t want him to find out but the way he’s acting isn’t really reflecting that.
On you the second the both of you are by yourselves, it’s a dangerous line to walk. Your brother out the room for only a moment and Gojo’s moving closer to either tease you or straight up kiss you breathless. He’s reckless and you can’t even say you hate it, if you did, you’d be lying to yourself.
It’s not surprising that tonight is any different, antsy as you sit in the loungeroom with him. Your brother left you both to go pick up dinner – he lost a game of scissors, paper, rock – sucks to be him.
The end result is as you said though, alone… in the same room… as Gojo. You’re a little on edge, because you’re excited for him to do something or because you’re worried about getting caught. Who’s to say, all you can say for sure is that you’re feeling high strung while pretending not to notice the growing tension in the room.
You’ve both not gone any further than making out and heavy petting and you’ve been wondering when and if he was going to ask for more. It’s not like there are many opportunities for it but it’s not like there’s none either. Though, now that you’re on this train of thought, he wouldn’t ask you on a date. Why do you find yourself feeling a little bummed out about that? You’re not even sure you’d say yes.
Gojo’s finger poking at your cheek pulls you from your thoughts, jumping a little because you hadn’t noticed him moving closer, “What was that for?”
“Just checking you’re still with me,” he smirks, and it’s annoying because it makes you feel self-conscious. Like he knew what you were thinking about, his self-assurance can be frustrating as much as it is attractive.
Brushing him off, “I was thinking.”
“I noticed that,” he’s leaning into your personal space, not that he cares, “thinking about me?” He bats his lashes at you.
You push his face away, groaning out, “You wish.” It’s not entirely believable.
“Don’t have to,” he takes your wrist, laying a kiss on your palm. Mouth trailing further down your arm, his touch tickling you.
You try to pull back from him but he’s pulling you to him until you’re in his lap, his head leaning down to nuzzle against your cheek. It makes your heart leap in your chest, you can’t tell if he’s teasing you or not, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Appreciating the moment alone with you.”
Not giving you a chance to reply before he’s kissing you deep, a desperation behind his kisses not uncommon in him. Though tonight he seems to be especially on edge, and you have no idea why. This time you don’t push him away, enjoying his lips on yours far too much to. Always getting carried away by him, wrapping your arms around his neck to meet his kiss properly.
Gojo groans in appreciation, tongue licking into your mouth and making you dizzy. Sucking on your lower lip as he pulls away, breaths panted against you. And then your world is spinning a bit as he pushes you down into the couch, hovering over you as his lips are on your neck.
“I remember telling you not to leave marks,” you remind, worried he’ll slip up.
He sounds hurt, “Well, I remember being disappointed about that.” He rests his chin against your sternum, looking through his lashes at you.
“I’m not changing my mind—”
“—You will, eventually,” he smiles sweetly, “I might even get you to beg for it one day.”
You can only really roll your eyes at that because it sounds ridiculous, but he seems so sure of himself. “What are you even doing? It’s not like we have all the time in the world, he will be back soon.”
“That shop is always busy,” he replies offhandedly, not even a little concerned. Evidenced in the way he turns his face into your shirt, happily sighing between your tits.
You’re getting flustered, “Get off me, you’re heavy.”
“So mean to me,” he says that but he doesn’t sound all that upset about it.
“Gojo—”
His finger slipping into the neckline of your tank top and tugging it down throws you off guard, exposing enough of your skin for him to kiss where he’s lying. Teeth scraping against you, and you can tell he’s holding back from leaving marks.
Eyes looking up as he licks at you, “What’s up?” it’d be almost casual if it weren’t for his tongue trailing to your right breast.
He doesn’t wait for your reply as he pulls on your tank the slightest bit more to free your tit completely. Mouthing at you and slowly making his way to your nipple, kissing and worshipping you so sweetly that you’re almost forgetting how perverted he’s being. Remembering when he’s fully taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking, tongue flicking at it to make you shudder.
Eyes on yours as if he’s waiting for you to continue what you were going to say but you’re not even really sure anymore and you can barely stifle your moans long enough to talk anyway. Finding yourself melting into him, his other hand groping at you and pinching your other nipple. Stomach flipping as you remember you’re in the loungeroom and only have a finite amount of time.
He’s moving at the pace of someone who has all the time in world, and you can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose or if he’s genuinely forgetting how limited this time alone is. He’s swapping his attention to your other tit and moaning into you, the vibrations go through you, and you’re frustrated by how much he’s turning you on.
Gojo always sounds so tempting to you, the last time you had your short make out session he’d whined when you had to part, and it almost had you completely folding. Stomach full of butterflies as your pussy wept for him, panties soaked and waiting for him to do something. It’s always a disappointment that you don’t get much further, you’re growing so sexually frustrated and it’s all his fault.
“You’re– hnn– we– hff– don’t have a lot of time,” fingers threading through his hair and lightly tugging.
He leaves your nipple with a pop! It’s lewd and a string of saliva lingers from his mouth to your skin before it snaps when he talks, “What? You want me to fuck you on the couch real quick?”
He’s being smug, aware that if you weren’t really turned on you wouldn’t even be considering it as an option, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t think that’s all that practical of you.” You want to complain, going to open your mouth to do exactly that but Gojo’s beating you to the punch, “Plus, I’m hungry.”
“What?” you’re confused, it probably won’t be that long before your brother is back with food and oh… oh.
Suddenly understanding just what he meant when you notice the way his eyes twinkle and his hands tug at your pants. Rising to his knees so he can undress your lower half properly and you’re very quickly growing self-conscious. He’s never seen more than your upper half before; it’s embarrassing that he’s going to see how wet you are just from him playing with your tits and kissing you a bit.
“Hey, Gojo wait,” he pauses and looks at you, “we don’t have a lot of time and this– well– I… you don’t have to do this.”
“But I really want to,” he damn near whines at you, all whingey as if begging you to let him eat you out.
Ah, he’s got your stomach flipping again. All twitchy and horny, biting your lip as you consider if your hesitation outweighs your need to be touched by him. “Okay but remember—”
Your reminder of keeping an ear out dies on your tongue, your pants completely removed and his thumb resting against the wet spot on your panties. An annoying and self-satisfied look on his face, pressing the digit into you where it rests and grinning at how you mewl.
“You’re so cute,” he mutters.
Not even bothering to take your underwear off properly, simply tugging it to the side and diving mouth first into your cunt. Tongue lapping greedily at your soaked pussy, humming happily against you as he drowns himself in your slick.
It’s obscene how much he’s enjoying this, the sounds wet and sloppy as he makes out with your lower lips. One of his hands still holding your panties to the side, the other pressing into your thigh to keep your legs wide open for his pleasure.
He’s got you seeing stars already, his hot mouth so much more satisfying than you expected it to be. So pent up that having him finally touch your pussy is enough to put you on the verge of tears, so upset that you don’t have enough time to do everything you want to with him.
Legs already shaking because his nose is pressing into your clit as his tongue slides into your hole. Tongue curving and exploring inside your quivering walls, audibly hearing him gulp and feeling lightheaded at it. He’s too good at this, eating you like it might be the last chance he gets to do so.
Barely picking up the grumbled words he’s lets out, “Oh god, oh fuck,” not even willing to pull his mouth off you to talk, “you’re so perfect, what the fuck.”
Gojo’s lifting your lower half up in his fervour, angling you so he’s got better access. The display of his effortless strength knocks against your womb, cunt drooling for him. He appreciates that, moaning as he nuzzles into you more.
“I– hah– it feels so good, Gojo– hnn—” your voice is all pitched as you moan at him.
He can’t take it, dick incredibly hard in his pants and driving him wild. Your cunt is so warm and soft, and he feels like he’s a crazy person as he swallows down all of you he can. Frustrated that your brother is going to be home soon, not even registering that properly because if he was he wouldn’t be reaching down into his pants to fist at his cock.
The pressure enough to have him faltering, panting against you only to find that touching himself isn’t nearly as satisfying without your taste in his mouth and your moans in his ears. He can’t help but obsess over you and how sensitive you are, pupils blown wide as he struggles to think of anything but this moment right here.
Remembering the night he dry humped you into almost cumming, a sweet memory he finds himself thinking of often; especially when alone. This popping into his head now because you’re making the same addictive moans and whines, now painfully aware of how close you are.
It didn’t take him long to get you to this point at all and he wonders if maybe you’ve been as desperate for him as he has been for you. Maybe he should stop neglecting you and touch your pussy more when he teases you with hot kisses, you’re clearly pent up.
Poor cunt all gooey and ready for him to stuff completely full, though you seem perfectly content settling for his tongue. Squirmy under him and hole pulsing, almost like it’s asking for him deeper. And God he’d be more than happy to oblige if he knew he could have you all alone to himself for an extended period of time.
Gojo’s tip is leaking all over his hand, it’d be almost embarrassing how turned on he is if he weren’t so completely distracted with your creamy pussy. Gripping the base of his dick and giving a few squeezes as he focuses wholly on getting you to cum in his mouth.
One of your hands reaches up to clamp over your mouth, trying your best to muffle your whines. You really can do without the neighbours possibly knocking on your door and complaining. It’s not easy though, so lost in how good it feels that you feel faint. Tears brimming your waterline because you’ve been so pent up and you’re so close to cumming.
And then you’re realising that Gojo has a hand in his pants and you’re letting out a barely stifled down, loud moan. You must be out of your mind with how horny you are because you’re moving your hand to say, “You can put it in.”
Gojo could’ve sworn you were trying to kill him, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he imagines your warm and dripping pussy swallowing him. He’s managed to get you so drunk on pleasure that you’re asking him to not only fuck you on the couch with the danger of being caught but also raw. He definitely needs to start carrying condoms.
“Please, Gojo,” you rut your hips down for emphasis but that only makes him whine.
You don’t get an answer from him with words, though his eyes are firm on yours and his brows pull together as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. Expression telling you no, you know that, but you want it so bad, and you know he does too.
“It’ll feel so good,” you must sound pathetic, “Please– hnn– Gojo, I promise– hah– I—”
He can only chuckle at that, is that why you think he’s saying no? You think he won’t think it’ll feel fucking euphoric to be balls deep inside your little cunt? He can’t tell if you’re just out of it because you’re about to cum or if you’re really insecure about that. Either way he thinks it’s cute of you, adoring how needy you get when you’re horny.
Something he’ll remember for next time, already excited over the idea of teasing you senseless. Still gripping his cock, starting to properly stroke it now. He can’t hold back anymore, needing something more. Just as horny as you if not more and seeking relief, the thought of fucking you too much for him right now.
Just about losing his mind when he feels your cunt twitch and clamp down on his tongue, body shaking as you huff and whine. Orgasm making your moans all whingey and pathetic, hips seeking down, desperate for more than he can give right now. Honey sweet and dripping into his mouth, he’s groaning against you. Not missing the way the vibrations make you tremble even more.
He’s ruined you, you’re a whole mess as you cum. Drenching the lower half of his face as your pussy weeps for him, lower lip wobbling as you struggle to keep your wits about you. Though, it’s not like you had any left, not after the way he’s been slurping at you.
Flopping back a little as you let the aftershocks run through you, jolting pleasantly. Dazed eyes watching Gojo lazily, he’s licking his lips and not even bothering to wipe his face before he’s rising to his knees. Pulling his dick from his pants properly and jerking himself off to the sight of you.
To him, you’re a vision. Blissed out on the orgasm he gave you, panties haphazardly pulled to the side and drenched. You’re a beautiful mess and he wishes so badly he could slip inside your heavenly cunt, it’d be so easy too, with how wet you are.
It doesn’t take him long to finish, aiming at your naked lower half on purpose. Stupid and happy smile on his face seeing your pussy dripping with his cum. Biting his lip as he whimpers a little, he could go again, he really wants to make you cum again. Preferably, you’d get to cum together but that’s not in the cards today.
At least he finally got to eat you out, satisfied about that much. He tucks himself back into his pants and because he’s evil, he slides your panties back into place. No matter that you’ve got his cum on you, your drenched panties now also soaked in his seed.
“You’ve completely ruined these,” you pout at him.
“I’d say it’s a shame because they’re so cute, but I think I prefer them looking like this.”
The look in his eyes is still enough to get a reaction out of you, fighting hard not to moan in response at him. If you stay with him like this any longer you’ll end up wanting to continue.
You make a small noise as you’re sitting up, a little stiff after the way he moved you around to best suit himself. Taking a second to breathe and then you’re standing up from the couch and slightly wobbling on your legs for a moment before leaning down to pick up your discarded pants.
Gojo snickers, “Need some help?”
You don’t look at him, “No.” The embarrassment from how you acted is already starting to set in.
Gojo’s about to speak again when you hear the unmistakable sound of his phone ringing and you both know this moment is over. He sighs as he looks at the screen, “It’s your brother.”
“Answer it, he’ll probably want help opening the door or something,” and then you’re quickly shuffling off to your room to get cleaned up before your brother can find you like this.
Your relationship with Gojo is still just as undefined as a week ago and you’re definitely in over your head but you don’t think you’re going to stop this any time soon.
It feels like all your thoughts lately are about Gojo, whether it’s about him and the dirty things you both do together in secret or about the possible—inevitable—fall out hardly matters. It’s all him. Even while you’re at some randoms house party drinking alone, he’s on your mind. You didn’t even want to come out tonight but your friends promised it’d be lowkey, now you’re at a strangers house with dozens more people you also don’t know.
This is really not your scene, you thought it was going to be a night with your girls at a bar. But as far as you know, they’re not messing around with their brothers best friend. So, when a cute guy invited them to his for drinks, they accepted. Now, you’re nursing a drink in the corner of a messy lounge trying not to draw attention to yourself.
Your friends have long since abandoned you, you tried hard to prevent it but your complaints and concerns fell on deaf ears. As you’re thinking about how you hope they’re being responsible for each other, a guy approaches you.
“You look a little lonely,” he seems a bit shy when he says it, like he’s not sure he should talk to you.
He seems harmless enough but you’re a little tipsy and not exactly comfortable around strangers, “I’m all good, just waiting on some friends.”
“They left you here all by yourself?” the stranger seems more concerned for you than your friends did, “Do you even know anyone here?”
“Not really,” you rub the back of your neck, “I appreciate you being kind but—”
Just as you’re about to politely ask him to leave you alone, red and blue flashing lights bleed through the living room windows and you feel yourself go stock still. The cops are here… you’re not doing anything illegal but others probably are and your brother will kill you and your friends if he finds out you got left by yourself in the house of some guy you just met.
“Shit,” the guy in front of you curses when he sees what cut your sentence off. “That’s just my luck,” he sighs like it’s a common occurrence for him.
You feel naïve but you need reassurance right now, “Do you think everything will be okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” he waves off, “it’ll be fine, probably just a noise complaint from the neighbours or something.” To you, he has the kind of vibe that your brother has and it’s a comfort.
Becoming a little more curious about him now, “Do you live here?”
“No, I know the people who do though,” his head turns to try and peak a look at the front door, “I’m gonna go talk to them,” he smiles kindly at you, “you should probably call someone to come get you, being alone by yourself around a bunch of strangers can’t be fun…”
It’s pretty clear he feels bad about your friends abandoning you, you’re glad he was the one who came up to you and not someone else though. Just as he’s about to walk away, you speak up, “Uh, thank you.”
He looks at you a little curiously, like he’s not sure why you’re thanking him but then he smiles again, “Sure.”
That conversation was a bit of a wakeup call—along with the arrival of the police. The lights are still flashing but it doesn’t seem like there’s much of anything else happening. Rounding the corner, you peak your head to glimpse into the entrance and see, presumably, the owner talking to two policemen. The stranger you were just talking to hanging beside him. They seem to be apologising, the exchange continuing for a bit longer before the cops walk off back to the direction of their car.
When you see them leave, you feel yourself relax a little but now you need to find a ride home. You can’t call your brother for fear of getting into trouble so that really only leaves one last option. Heading out to the front of the house, you’re stopped by the stranger again.
“You leaving?”
Pausing by the front door to reply, “Yeah, I’m just gonna wait out front while I message someone.”
“Okay. If you can’t get a ride, let me know,” he must have siblings or something. There isn’t anything about him that screams malicious to you, just a genuine desire to make sure you’re okay.
“I will, thanks again.”
The two of you part after that and you linger by the front steps to text Gojo. Sending out a simple, ‘could you come pick me up?’
His reply comes fast, ‘where are you?’
You’re glad he didn’t ask more questions than that, dropping a pin on your location to him and waiting a little impatiently for his arrival. You want to leave; you also want to see him. Inebriated brain thinking much too fondly about him, all affectionate and sweet on him. The kind of thoughts you actively try not to have when sober.
Skewing a little too domestic in your daydreaming when you spot his car pulling up. Suddenly, you’re in a much better mood after your reverie, bouncing over to his car and letting yourself in with a soft smile on your face. “Thanks for coming.”
“What are you doing here?” he frowns. Clearly he hasn’t been daydreaming because if he had, his mood would certainly be better.
You reply simply, “Party.”
“I can see that.” He says more pointedly, “I thought you were going out with friends.”
Him knowing that doesn’t trip you up, probably hearing through your brother, “I did, technically.”
“And where are they?”
“They sort of, abandoned me,” you say a little bashfully.
Gojo’s lips pull up at that, not impressed. But when he looks at you properly he softens a touch, his body moving in closer has you on edge. Thinking he may be leaning in to kiss you or something similar but he’s grabbing the seatbelt and buckling you in.
He touches your cheek, “I’m glad you texted me.” Then sits back properly and drives off.
“Well… I couldn’t call home,” your head falls back against the rest, “I’d get in trouble.”
“You’re an adult, what would you get in trouble for?”
“Are you kidding? He’d nag for ages,” you scoff. “For going to a strangers house, getting abandoned by my friends, still continuing to drink, and then also the cops showed up. Though, I wouldn’t tell him the last part.”
“Wow, you’ve had a big night,” he comments.
“It wasn’t fun,” you pout a little. The most fun part was your daydream and getting to see Gojo. Maybe also the very brief conversation you had with that guy.
You’re tipsy but not drunk so you can very clearly feel the tension in the air. Confused on exactly where it’s coming from and becoming a little self-conscious the longer Gojo doesn’t really say anything.
“Are you mad at me?”
“No,” he replies quickly. “I have concerns,” he doesn’t take his eyes off the road but he reaches over and accurately pokes your cheek, “concerns I will bring up again when you’re sober.”
You brush his hand away, “Whatever.”
The ride is quiet after that and you’re beginning to feel sleepy. Watching Gojo drive shouldn’t be as attractive to you as it is but your heart flutters a little in your chest. Lips unfortunately loose in your buzzed state, mumbling out lazily, “I missed you.”
After that, you must’ve fallen asleep because you’re waking up to light creeping into a dark room. A room that isn’t your own and you assume to be Gojo’s, the pillow your head rests on smells like him. When you go to sit up you realise something heavy rests over your middle. Glancing down you can see it’s Gojo’s arm, he tugs you back into him. Your back tucked into his front as he holds you close, his legs tangling with your own to stop you from getting up.
You’re not in your clothes from last night anymore, instead in ones you don’t recognise. Your skin grows hot, “Did you undress me?”
“Maybe,” he replies, voice gravelly from sleep.
You want to turn to face him but he’s holding you in place. “You should’ve just left me in my clothes on your couch or something,” you groan.
“What’s the big deal?” his face nuzzling into the top of your head, “I had my mouth on your pussy a few days ago but this embarrasses you?”
Deflating in his arms, giving up on trying to escape, “There was a nicer way to say that.”
“Mhm,” he hums, the vibrations moving through his chest to you.
It’s nice in his hold, his body big and warm. It’s overwhelming, your feelings for him, the ones you usually try to stifle down. It’s unfair that you’re like this and he’s comfortably dozing like it’s not a big deal at all.
After a moment, you ask, “Could you let me up?”
“Just five more minutes,” he sighs.
“But I want to shower.”
His hold on you finally loosens, “Want some company?”
“No.” you slide away from him. “Pervert.”
It took all your strength to pull away from him, he was comfortable and the moment felt so intimate. Even more intimate with his erection digging into your back but you really want to shower, feeling gross after last night.
By the time you’re clean and wearing fresh clothes of his, he’s up and making noise in the kitchen. You try to sneak up behind him, hoping to scare him like how he always manages to frighten you but he hears you from a mile away.
“Feel better?” He asks without turning back.
Disappointed by your failure but answering nonetheless, “Yeah.”
“Good,” he turns to you with a hot cup of coffee, handing it to you. Just as you’re blowing on it and about to take a sip, he says, “Now I’m gonna scold you for last night.”
You shrink in on yourself a little, “You don’t need to.”
“So, you know it was reckless to stay at a strangers house alone while continuing to drink?”
“Obviously.”
His eyebrow raises at that, as if to ask, ‘if it were so obvious then why did you do it?’. You don’t have a good answer, it didn’t really kick in for you that you shouldn’t have stayed until the cops showed up.
“Be safer next time,” he walks away from you to put an obscene amount of sugar in his own coffee, “I don’t wanna have to pick you up from the police station in the future.”
“It was just a noise complaint,” you dismiss, though you don’t know that for sure. Perching yourself on a barstool at his kitchen counter, you add, “This all happened because my friends thought the guy who invited us was hot.”
“Oh?” that catches his attention, “Did you think he was hot?”
You think on it for a moment, trying to recall him. He didn’t leave much of an impression on you but you’re also caught up on this dumbass in front of you. “Not really.”
“Not really?” Gojo turns to face you, hands splaying on the countertop as he squints at you. “What does that mean?”
“Green isn’t your shade, Gojo.”
“I look good in every colour, thank you.” He doesn’t let it go, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I’ve sort of had my hands full with this other guy so I didn’t pay much attention to the stranger flirting with my friends,” you shrug.
“The other guy better be me.”
Your eyes roll, tone dripping sarcasm, “No, I’m talking about someone else who sticks his tongue in my mouth every time he sees me.”
He pretends to be shocked and hurt, “I can’t believe this, is nothing sacred between us?” You calmly push your coffee to the side so it’s not in the way. Gojo’s continuing with his dramatics, “Don’t tell me he’s also seen your tits? What about—”
Shutting him with your lips, hands tugging him down so you can kiss him from across the counter. It’s soft and fleeting, its purpose only to make him stop talking and happy. When you part from him, you sit back down. Casually asking, “What were you saying?”
“I honestly can’t remember,” he grins. Rounding the bench, he spins the barstool so you’re facing him, “You know, we’re completely alone.”
Already knowing exactly where he’s going, “We are.”
“We have all the time in the world,” he adds.
“Uh huh.”
He’s leaning down to you, “Don’t have to worry about getting caught.”
Your lips ghost over his, “No, we don’t.”
And then his mouth is colliding with yours, kiss heavier than your own. Messier too. Hands on your body immediately groping at wherever he can, fondling your tits and pinching your nipples just to make you jolt. Eventually moving his hands to your head and tilting it back, sliding his tongue against your own. He groans into the kiss, desperation bleeding into it. It’s like he’s been holding back since you woke up and knowing him, he probably has been.
Breaths panted and intermingling when he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with lust. “We’re moving to the bed,” he says. Effortlessly picking you up and transferring you from the kitchen to his room.
“Someone’s impatient,” you comment playfully as he drops you onto the mattress.
Gojo’s focus is on undressing you, tugging your—his—pants off. “Duh,” not even arguing against you. He stops to ask, “No panties?”
You pull his shirt down to cover your pussy from his lecherous gaze, “Was I supposed to put on my dirty ones?”
“Well, now I’m just thinking about your used panties—”
Reaching back, you throw a pillow at him, “Gross, Gojo.”
He easily catches it and chucks it back onto the bed beside you. “Only for you,” he grins.
“I’m so sure,” you doubt.
You’re waiting for him say something more but he’s completely switched lanes, head tilting at you in thought. Then pondering out loud, “I don’t know if it’s hotter to fuck you while you’re wearing my shirt or not…”
Deciding to be bold, you sit up and make the choice for him. Sliding your head out of the shirt and tucking it behind you while leaving the sleeves intact. Chest on full display but still technically wearing his shirt. Gojo folds for you, going to crawl onto the bed but you hold a hand up, “Uh uh, you have to undress a little first,” being the only one this exposed is embarrassing.
He stops and smiles, not hesitating to get completely naked. Leaving him bare to your eyes, his erection looks almost painful. Cock huge and pretty pink at the tip, leaking beads or precum. “My eyes are up here,” he signals.
“I know that,” your eyes trail up his body, appreciating how well built he is, “I was looking at your dick.”
“How indecent,” he chuckles, crawling over top of you, “Where are you learning to be so lewd?”
Your arms wrap around his neck and you give him a brief kiss. Joking, “From the other guy I let touch me.”
“Mean,” he grumbles, clearly not finding it as funny anymore.
About to tease him more over it when his finger slips through your folds, gathering your wetness to help the glide. Long digit circling your clit before just slightly dipping into your hole and back up. Never giving you enough of either sensation to have you cumming but enough to keep you dancing on that edge.
He grins against your temple, “Does he know you’re getting this wet for me, sweetie?”
It’s hard to keep the joke going when you’re slowly falling apart from his touch, hips trying fruitlessly to grind down. Small whines slipping from your parted lips as you try to think of something witty to say to him but your brain is failing you. Far too focused on his finger almost fucking into your needy cunt.
His grin grows wider and he pushes you onto your back, both hands on your knees pulling you open for his viewing pleasure. Gojo delights in how your hole flutters around nothing, slick dribbling down your pussy and onto his clean sheets. You’re so easy to work up, remarkably sensitive.
“Gojo,” you sulk, trying to close your legs.
“What?” head tilting at you innocently, “you wanna cum?”
Brain finally having got some sense back, you bite, “Do you think you could make me?”
He doesn’t entertain that with a reply, instead going back to playing with your pussy. Using the same movements as before, delving just the slightest bit into your hole before back to your clit. It’s practiced and repetitive and even if it is supposed to keep you on the edge you’re getting so pitifully close to cumming.
Hips fighting up, trying to angle yourself so his finger might just slip deeper inside you. He knows what you’re attempting though, careful not to give you too much of what you want. Gojo can tell you’re about to cum, the pretty sounds you’re making burned into his memory from those fleeting moments you’ve gotten enough time to yourselves. Instead of speeding up or even keeping pace, he pulls his hand back.
Eyes bright as he watches your pussy twitch from your almost orgasm, hole dripping slick and begging to get fucked. His cock throbs painfully, he’s not going to be able to keep teasing for much longer—not without risking premature ejaculation.
You’re needy and pent up, your own fingers moving down to touch yourself. He doesn’t let it happen, tutting, “Now who’s impatient?”
“It’s because you’re being– ah!—”
Loud moan leaving you, very suddenly cumming because Gojo stuffed your cunt full with his fingers. Immediately crooking them upwards and grinding his palm into your clit. You’d been so close to finishing, all he had to do was touch you a little more and you’re falling apart. Your back arches upwards and your hips grind down into his hand, seeking more stimulation. That might be the fastest you’ve ever cum. Cunt sucking his fingers in desperately, wanting him to touch so much deeper.
He moves down so he’s hovering over you, “Do you always cum this easily or was that just for me?”
“Please,” you whine, begging for more without actually asking for it.
“Doesn’t sound like an answer,” he singsongs, withdrawing his gooey digits from your hole.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down onto you. Lips finding his and kissing him deep, tongue in his mouth and teasing his own. Your legs loop around his waist and his cock glides through your folds, dragging heavy against your cunt. It shocks you, parting from the kiss to moan softly.
You must look a little pitiful, at least you feel it when you say, “Just for you.”
A shudder runs through Gojo and his head tucks into the crook of your neck. Unable to help himself from grinding down, the underside of his dick sliding along your wet pussy. Small whines leave him as he keeps moving his hips, head foggy as he continues to slip through your folds. The tip of his cock catches on your hole, almost entering before slipping past. Your back arches at it and on the second time it happens, you try to fuck down onto him.
“Fuck—” He bites out, lungs seizing in his chest. His hand immediately reaches down to your hip and pushes you flat onto the bed. “Why are you so desperate to get fucked raw?”
“I just want you inside,” you sulk back at him. Lower half twitchy and needy, missing his dick.
It’s also his fault, he knew you were both playing a risky game just then. You’re so soaked he’d slide right in and he wants to so bad. “Weak for pleasure aren’t you?” he asks. “Makes you all greedy.”
You frown at him, “If you’re gonna tease, I’ll leave.”
“I doubt that,” he grins and then moves away to find a condom.
As he’s slipping it on, you roll over and pretend to follow through on your empty threat. Taking issue with him not believing you.
Gojo climbs onto the bed and approaches you from behind, large hand on your back pushing you flat onto the bed again, “And where are you going?”
You turn your head to the side, “Leaving.”
“Right when you’re about to get what you want?” his hands slide down your back, pulling his shirt off you completely.
Your arms come up to fold under your head, resting on them. “You’re gonna stop teasing?”
“That’s not what you want, my teasing gets you all wet and horny,” he grips your ass cheeks and pulls them apart, thumbs moving to part your folds. A groan leave him at the sight of your drooling hole. “I’m gonna give you my dick.”
“Are you gonna let me flip over?”
“I was thinking of fucking you like this,” one of his hands leaves you so he can grip his cock, guiding it to your pussy, “you know, as punishment for trying to leave after begging so prettily for it.”
You’re in the middle of considering continuing to play hard to get when his tip is almost sliding inside and you’re quickly dropping the pretence. Hips wiggling back only for his hand on you to hold you still, not giving you anymore.
“You’re so insufferable, why can’t you just put it in?” You’re pouting in full force, completely sexually frustrated. Not just from today but from the past weeks, “You keep teasing me and it’s not fair, you’re evil—”
Gojo finds your complaining to be unbearably cute, smiling to himself as he listens to you ramble about how unfair and mean he’s being. Entertaining it for a bit longer before sinking deep inside your snug cunt, all your complaints die on your tongue. Replaced with soft mewls and whines, fingers digging into his sheets as you slowly take in inch after inch of him.
He lets out a loud moan, his head tipping completely forward as he revels in the tightness gripping him. “Oh– fuck– you feel soo– hnn—” he fucks his hips a little deeper, splitting you open on more of his cock, “so good– hng– fuck fuck– you feel divine, pretty.”
He’s losing his mind, he must be. Barely able to keep his wits about him with how good it feels to finally be inside you. Almost worried that he’s going to cum early, mostly worried about that because it means he’ll have to pull out to grab a fresh condom. Oh, how he wishes he could pump you full of his seed, have it dribbling down your thighs afterwards. Damn, maybe he is a pervert.
It’s the first time he’s been balls deep and you’re not sure you can take just laying here waiting for him. You need him to start thrusting before you go insane with desire, you can’t even do anything about it because he’s placed his hands on your lower back. Pinning you to the bed while he stuffs you full.
“Gojo– hnn– please move– hah– you have to move, please,” the heavy weight of him sitting inside your walls is driving you mental.
He giggles a little deliriously at you, “Are you begging? That’s really cute, sweetheart.”
You might actually cry out of frustration, “I’ll– hnn– I’ll do anything you– hah– want, just move!”
“Hmm,” he considers that, not able to hide his excitement. Cock throbbing inside you at the promise of doing anything he wants. “Anything?” You’re such a sucker, he would’ve started fucking you properly soon.
Nodding into the bed, “Yes.”
“Just remember you said that,” he pulls out so slowly, moaning as he does. Only his tip left inside you as he adds, “I’ll be collecting.”
You don’t get to think about the possible repercussions to your horny promise because he’s slamming his hips into you all at once and you’re too drunk on pleasure to think about anything but him. His cock bullies your womb over and over again, his thick shaft grazing every devastating spot inside you. You’re a twitchy, shuddering mess, practically drooling onto his sheets. Moans embarrassing and downright pornographic.
Gojo isn’t fairing much better, his head swimming in sinfully sweet euphoria. Your cunt is needy and swallows him in relentlessly, creaming around him obscenely. The squelching of your pussy is loud and fills the room and it makes his heart flutter, his teeth digging into his lower lip to hold off on drowning out the sounds of you.
He truly could do this forever, obsessed with how well you take him. With how greedy and desperate you are. It almost kills him to tease you, wanting to give you everything you want but something sick in him loves seeing how worked up you get. Loves to have you on the brink of tears asking for something he really wants to give you, even without you having to ask for it.
His pelvis smacks your ass every time he re-enters, sending jolts through you. Everything is hot, your insides sparking as he builds your orgasm up. It seems like he barely even has to try to get you to cum, already almost there from a few deep strokes.
You pant out, “I’m gonna– hng– I’m—”
“I know,” and you can hear the smile in his voice.
Nothing changes, he doesn’t change his pace or how deep he’s fucking you. He stays consistent and it has you cumming, cunt gripping his dick tight and sucking him in as you reach your peak. Toes curling and moans pitching. You’re turning your face into the mattress to stifle down the pathetic sounds leaving you.
Gojo keeps fucking you, not stopping his onslaught. He’s hoping to pull another orgasm out of you, to have you so sensitive that you’re cumming again immediately. Rocking his hips into you over and over, you’re a reactive little thing so he bets he could.
“Gojo– hnn– wait– hah– I—,” feeling so much hotter now, the pleasure almost blinding.
Your arm reaches back, hand trying to rest on his stomach to steady him but he grabs it and uses the hold to leverage himself more. Fucking into you a little more harshly, he knows you’re right there again. “It’s okay– hnn– I want you to cum again, sweetie.”
He gets what he wanted, second orgasm coming so much quicker after the first. Cunt just as snug as the first time you came, squirming under him as you take another overwhelming high. He’s unbelievably aroused, choking on moans and whines. Fresh slick and cum dripping from your hole and soaking his dick.
A small and fucked out whimper leaves you and it has him cumming for you, his load filling the condom and he so badly wishes it were filling your womb instead. Letting go of your arm; he leans down into you. His front pressing tight to your back as he continues to give little grinds and ruts into you, riding out his orgasm.
And because he is a pervert, his hands are sliding under your body so he can grip your tits. Groping you for his own delight, his dick twitching inside you a little. He presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring against you, “Still conscious, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” your speech is a little slurred. “You’re heavy.”
He sighs, hands continuing to play with your boobs, “I don’t wanna pull out.”
You wriggle underneath him, trying to encourage him to get off you but you’re weak and your limbs feel like jelly.
“Keep shaking your ass like that and I’ll get hard again,” he talks low into your ear, licking the tip of it.
You fight off a shiver and complain, “Get off me then.”
“Still so mean to me,” he whines but rolls off you all the same. Leaving momentarily to dispose of the condom.
Lazily, you crawl over to bed side table where your phone sits. The screen filled with missed calls and texts from your brother, you probably should’ve prioritised contacting him to let him know you’re alive.
Gojo lays back on the bed and then rolls so he can grab you and pull you into him. He looks at your phone screen too, chuckling a little, “Someone’s in trouble.”
“I should call him,” you sigh.
Gojo’s dragging his lips along the side of your neck, leaving behind soft kisses, “How about a second round first?”
You truly have gotten yourself stuck between a rock and hard place.
𝒂ﾉ𝒏. like i mentioned, this was originally posted on my old blog lovelivision, i took it down over there and reposted it here as well as adding more to it because i felt more attached to this work as a possible little series. thank you so much for reading and i hope you liked it !! <33
this was the brothers best friend mini series i was posting here! i put it all into one post and also added some more to it as a first part of a possible series i'd like to do ^^
just giving you guys a heads up! i'm taking down brothers best friend gojo mini series and reposting it onto my new blog. i want to make it a longer series over there so if you wanna see when i repost it into one part with a bit more added to it and eventually later parts then go follow my new blog @/aliienangel <3
𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒐 is pathetic for you, always has been and always will be. turning into mush under your hands. trying his absolute best to keep his composure but not able to help but let slip the small whines between your kisses.
you love it. you love teasing him, he's just so patient and you like pushing him to see just how patient he can be. kissing him deep and slow, sitting happily in his lap as you take your time. able to feel the unmistakable erection digging into you, your pussy growing wetter the longer you sit on him.
moving your attention to his neck, kissing down his throat. choso's hands dig into your hips, panted moan leaving him as he bares himself to you more. he whines your name softly, urging you to do more.
"c'mon, stop teasing so much," he huffs, nearing his limit.
you pout back at him, "but i'm not done kissing you."
his head is tilted back, watching you closely. he can feel himself throbbing in his pants, dick aching for attention. feeling so much more sensitive and worked up than he has in a while, you must be feeling especially evil today because this is the most you've teased in a bit.
choso's skin feels hot all over, everywhere your lips have touched, where your tongue has grazed. he knows he's flushed and pitiful and he can't even care because you look so pretty kissing him stupid.
"fine, keep kissing me then." he pulls your head back down to him.
lips on yours frenzied and desperate, tongue licking into your mouth as he kisses you deep. relishing in the moan you let out, hips jolting up against you. his cock throbbing and straining against its confines, begging for you.
the control you have is slipping the more you get caught up in his kisses. shiver running down your spine at his hard dick grinding into you. parting your lips, you ghost them over his, barely touching.
"cho, i want you inside me," you whisper against him, breaths intermingling.
that quiet plea does him in completely, cumming out of nowhere. shudders run through him and he grabs you, holding you tight to him. hips desperately rutting up into you to ride out his high. his whines are pitched and needy, his mouth latches onto your neck.
you're as surprised by his orgasm as you are turned on, moaning softly as he continues to grind up into you. stroking his back comfortingly as he comes down. he's a mess, eyes weepy and lips pink and swollen from your shared kisses.
"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry," he nuzzles against your sternum, "i was too turned on, you're so pretty and your voice—"
"it's okay, cho," you kiss the top of his head, "you'll just have to make it up to me now."
choso looks up at you, eyes sparkling, "undress for me then."
꒰ mdni ˎ you ate gojo's last pudding ; now you have to make it up to him ✧˖ 𐦯
🍮 ୧ ‧₊ gojo's annoyed at you... you can tell. maybe you deserve it... you did eat the last pudding of his but you had a craving and you didn't want to have to leave the house but now he's sulking and doing his best to stay annoyed with you.
it's the longest he's gone without breaking, a full hour having gone by where he's pretending you don't exist. grumpily watching the tv while you sit close by and feel guilty. not that guilty though, not guilty enough to apologise more than once.
he eats your treats all the time and you don't say anything about it, though to be fair to him he does replace what he eats... for the most part.
you don’t like when he’s cranky, you’re not great at sitting idly by when you know you’ve upset someone. lucky for you, you have a fool proof plan to distract him into forgiving you.
"satoru," calling to him softly.
he doesn't look at you and you shuffle in closer, still he doesn't turn to you. not until he sees the movement out the corner of his eye. you've lifted your shirt to flash him, tits on full display as a peace offering.
"is this your way of trying to make it up to me?" he asks like he's unimpressed but he's staring without shame.
your head tilts at him, "is it working?"
"no." he's still staring. he's also moved in a little closer.
"then i guess not," you shrug, going to pull your top back down.
"wait, wait," holding up a hand to stop you, "give it a little longer and it might."
"no," sighing, "you're right, there's just no making it up to you. i shouldn't have eaten the last pudding."
gojo's officially not listening, hands on your tits and groping at you. face coming down to nuzzle between them, leaving soft pecks and small licks to your skin. "uh huh," he hums offhandedly.
going to say something and cut off by a moan, his finger and thumb playing with your nipple. fondling you happily, trailing his mouth to the peak of your breast and taking your nipple in. tongue flicking against the sensitive bud to make you twitch. he's enjoying himself immensely.
you thread your fingers into his hair and pull him back, "do you forgive me?"
he leans his head against your sternum, smiling up at you, "tell you what," he grins wider, mischievous, "if you let me eat you, i'll think about accepting your apology."
𝒔𝒖𝒎. you've been working at the same company for the last five years and you'd continue to do so if your circumstances hadn't suddenly changed. after you put in your resignation, your boss is doing everything he can to make you stay. . .
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ── .✦ mdni (18+), office au ; smut ; light angst ; making out ; porn with plot ; fíngeríng ; cünnilíngus ; biting ; hickeys ; praise kink ; piv ; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) ; dirty talk ; big díck gojo ; creampíes ; multiple orgasms ; tiny bit of overstim ; little bit of nípple play ; use of wrist restraints but like not really (it's readers shirt) ; makeshift restraint if you will ; gojo kinda pervy but that's how i like him ; gojo's a yearner (also how i like him) ; f!reader (she/her used) ; pet names used ; no use of y/n [11.6k]
For the past handful of years, you’ve been working at a large marketing company for the CEO as a personal assistant. The job is what it is and the pay makes up for any sort of… eccentricities from your boss. Despite this, it can’t change the fact that you’re struggling to pay rent and need to move back in with your parents.
You were coping before but your roommate… the guy you were… it’s complicated. Anyways he moved out and now things are just too expensive for you at the moment. It doesn’t help that anywhere else close to work is in the same range for rent, stupid fancy company in a stupid nice area. It’s frustrating because you’re attached to this job but it’s not feasible anymore.
So, as much as you’re unwilling to part from your current position, something has to give and you’ve chosen to resign. Steeling your resolve, you walk into Gojo’s empty office and gently place your two weeks’ notice on his desk. Lingering for a short moment, remembering your first day here and how intimidated you were by him.
It was never your plan to stay here so long in the first place but it’s nearly been five years now, maybe it is time to move on to something different. Think positive, you just have to think positive and things will be good. You’ll get a new job and you’ll make new friends and your boss will be kind and maybe not as weird.
Exiting the room, you sit back at your desk that’s located outside Gojo’s office. It’s hard to focus when you’ve got so much on your mind but sometimes you think that he wouldn’t get anything done if you weren’t around.
You’d gotten a text earlier about how he had an early meeting but you know he doesn’t, he’s probably just left the office to go get himself some sweets. He won’t be back for a while either because he’s going to sit in a park or somewhere quiet and eat the evidence before he gets back to the office.
Why he even bothers to lie to you at this point is beyond you but you’ll ignore it because sometimes you want to be alone for an hour too. Unlike him though, you simply don’t have the luxury of doing that on company time.
When he does get back to the office he stops by your desk and smiles at you like he wasn’t just shirking his responsibilities for the better half of the day. He waits very impatiently for you to acknowledge him, and you continue typing at your computer like he’s not there.
Gojo eventually speaks up, “Saying good morning to your boss is the polite thing to do, by the way.”
You hold up a hand while you finish up your email and send it off, only then do you look up and raise a brow at him, “Morning? Gojo… it’s nearly midday and you’re only just now coming into the office.”
“I told you I had a meeting,” he pouts because he knows he’s caught. “And how many times have I told you to call me Satoru?”
“If you had a meeting it’d go through me because no one trusts you to show up to the ones you agree to.” You look back down at your computer and continue working, ignoring the second thing he said.
Sighing dramatically at you, “You’re so mean to me.”
Not even looking up at him when you retort, “If I were nicer to you would your job get done?” He doesn’t answer and you add, “That’s what I thought.”
“I’ll get all my work done so quick you’ll be embarrassed about doubting me.”
“Uh huh,” as he walks off you call after him, “you’ve got chocolate on your tie.”
Gojo pauses, looks down to his tie and then uses his finger to try and swipe it off, “No, I don’t.” He scuttles away into his office.
It’s then that you’re remembering the letter you’d put on his desk and you decide it’s time for your break. Sneaking away, you hide a few floors down in the employee break room. Your hands cradling a cup of tea that was hot but has now gone cold in the time you’ve been holding onto it. You’re staring blankly at it, not knowing how you’re going to face Gojo when he’s read your resignation.
He’s a bit of a drama queen and you’re not sure… you don’t even want to leave so having him fuss over it might make you feel worse. Oh, but what if he doesn’t care. What if he doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t feel like you’re all that important to him. That might be worse. You’re in a hell of your own making.
You’re brought from your spiralling thoughts by a hand on your shoulder, jumping at the touch and looking up to see Nanami. His face is as stoic as ever but his eyes are laced with a mild concern for you.
You talk before he can ask, “I’m fine, just daydreaming.”
A sound of acknowledgement comes from him, not believing you but pacified enough to move on and make himself a cup of coffee. Not facing you when he says, “Gojo’s looking for you.”
Frowning, “What? How do you know?”
He sits down across from you and plainly states, “Because I walked past him and he asked where you were.”
A small grumble leaves you, it’s just not possible to avoid him for the whole day and even if you could, you couldn’t do it for two full weeks.
“What’s going on?”
Your tea is too cold to drink now and you push it away, “Do you really want to know or are you just being polite?”
He takes a sip of his coffee like he’s giving himself time to think about his answer, “…I want to know.”
“I have to resign,” is all you say.
Nanami nods, “Well, that explains the frantic look on his face.”
Scoffing at him because that sounds ridiculous, “I left the letter on his desk and then hid.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“I can try,” you smile, “he’s always showing up late and sneaking out anyways, I’ll probably be able to avoid him.”
The look on his face conveys severe doubt but he doesn’t comment on your words, “Why are you leaving?”
“None of your business.”
“You’re the only reason why communicating with Gojo is bearable, you leaving is going to be a nightmare for so many people.”
Your eyes roll at the sentiment, “Well, gee, I’ll miss you too.” A silence falls over the two of you and you explain, “I gotta move home for financial reasons.” It’s not everything but you don’t feel like spilling your guts to him right now.
“Ask for a raise,” he shrugs, “you deserve it.”
“It’d have to be one hell of a raise,” you fold your arms on the table and lay your head on them.
His tone comes out monotonous, “There there.”
Mumbling against your arms in reply, “You’re such a comfort, Nanami.”
“I know.”
The clicking of heels alerts you to someone else in the room but you don’t bother lifting your head to look. Not that you need to, the voice letting you know it’s Shoko, “Gojo’s looking for you.”
“I’m aware,” you sigh.
She sits down next to you, “If you’re hiding from him, this was a poor choice because I’m pretty sure he’s on his way here.”
“Have I got time to run?”
There’s a hand on your head, a tight lipped, “No,” coming from above you.
Ah, you’re caught. Sitting up, you smile at Gojo like you’ve not been hiding from him, “Gojo, is there something you need me for?”
He doesn’t bother trying to get you somewhere private, “Why are you resigning?”
Shoko asks, “You’re resigning?”
Sighing out a tired, “Yes,” before getting to your feet and walking out the room.
Immediately, Gojo is hot on your tail, “Why? Why are you resigning?” He keeps pestering you despite the fact you’re not answering, “Is it something I did? Have I been a bad boss? Do you want me to show up on time more?” A pause, “Is it because I never bring you back any sweets? I’m sorry! I just get so excited to eat them…”
Your foot taps impatiently as you wait for the elevator, arms folded and feeling frustrated by him. “It’s nothing to do with you…” he’s generally a good boss, a bit odd but he’s a good person and you’re quite attached to him, “though, you should be showing up on time.”
“Are you really not going to tell me why you’re leaving me?”
“I think my letter covered it.” The elevator dings and his presence is felt looming over you as he follows you in.
“Your letter didn’t cover shit,” he grumbles, “it was all that polite corporate speak.”
“It’s not a big deal, Gojo.” Your eyes meet his properly for the first time and he looks so genuinely hurt, it’s making this harder for you. “It’s nothing you did, nothing the company did. No one did anything, it’s just time to move on.”
“I literally cannot survive without you.” He blinks, “My company is going to go bankrupt without you and then Suguru’s will be number one, is that what you want?”
“If Geto’s company is ever number one it’s because he shows up on time and doesn’t ignore calls from clients.”
He scowls. “They should be calling you anyways, the old bastards only call me because they enjoy pissing me off.”
“Poor, poor, rich boy,” you say, looking away from him.
Gojo’s brows pinch up. “There’s nothing I can do to make you stay?”
“Nope.”
The pair of you walk off the elevator together and he’s still closer than necessary, like you’re going to disappear at any minute. “I’ve got two weeks to change your mind,” he singsongs.
It’s been a few days since that awkward conversation with Gojo and he’s been in the office every day… on time. You thought maybe the first day was just a fluke but then he kept showing up and staying. His behaviour is unpredictable at the best of times but this is the first time in the five years that you’ve been here that he’s shown up on time for multiple consecutive days.
Whatever, you’ve just been ignoring him and continuing your work. At least you would be but he’s not giving you anything to do. Suddenly, he’s interested in doing everything himself and actually staying on top of things. If this is his way of getting you to stay… it’s not working. Not only do you have nothing to do but you’re worried that he’s fucking things up.
A few hours since you’ve been in office and you’re officially bored, staring blankly at your quiet inbox. This isn’t going to work for you, you get up and walk into Gojo’s office. He’s tapping away at his keyboard and you’re a little surprised by the focus on his face.
Pursing your lips as you stand in front of his desk, feeling conflicted on whether or not you should disturb him when he’s like this. There’s papers spread out on the surface beside him, his usually clean desk now messy.
“Gojo, I’m still your assistant until the end of next week,” your voice is gentler than how you feel, taking pity on him.
He doesn’t look to you, eyes firmly on the screen. “Not if I can convince you to stay.”
“I don’t know how many times I have to say this,” you take a step closer, “but my resignation has nothing to do with you, so there is nothing you can do to change my mind.”
His eyes meet yours then, he looks tired.
Continuing to add, “All you’ve done is make me redundant, stop stealing my work and do your own.”
“I won’t hire anyone else.”
“The board will make you.” Tilting your head at him, trying to add some levity, “And there’s no way you’re not messing things up.”
He points at you, “Hey! I’ve been very diligent.”
“Which you won’t be able to keep doing long-term.” Reaching up, you tap the tip of his finger with your own.
That has him deflating, falling back into his chair and humming at you, “Okay, have all your stupid and tedious work back.”
“I will.” You glare at him as you lean over to pick up the papers off his desk.
Shuffling through them, you can see they’re a bunch of companies reaching out and trying to set up meetings or sending through complaints. Things you usually handle before he sees because it’s not worth his time.
“So much of that stuff shouldn’t be coming to me.” He’s leaned in closer, annoyance clear on his expression. “It shouldn’t even be going to you; they should be communicating through the team they’re dealing with.”
“Yes, well, a lot of companies overestimate their importance to you.” Picking through the stack quickly, you pull out the papers that are solely for him and put them down on his desk.
His brow raises to you, “Now, where did they get that idea?”
“Who knows?” You smile politely.
His people person skills are severely lacking, especially when it comes to dealing with formalities. You may or may not be making up for it.
“I’ll get back to you about these.” Hand shaking the papers, “Do not even try sneaking off, I’ll need you here while I sort through this mess you’ve no doubt made.”
“I told you I’ve been diligent.”
“And I have absolutely no reason to doubt that.” Turning to leave before stopping. “You should keep coming in on time and staying the whole day, it’s nice.”
Gojo’s groan is heard as you walk back out his office.
After you took back your workload, Gojo decided to try and make you stay through other means. It’s almost as flattering as it is distracting. The very next day and he’s taken to pulling a chair in front of your desk and sitting with you. His arm holding up his head, chin resting in his palm. It’s got you on edge, he’s just watching you. Eyes tracking your every movement, silent like he’s maybe trying to think of something to say.
“Is there something you need, sir?” Phrasing it in a certain way in hopes of reminding him he’s your boss with his own work to worry about.
“Nope.” The singular word popped back at you.
Looking to your screen, you pull up his calendar, “So… you’re all prepped for the meeting later today at three?”
It’s silent and it prompts you to look at him again. The reply you’d been expecting comes only when your eyes meet. “I’m so prepared,” his smile is easy-going and you don’t feel the same.
“Are you sure? Because you’ve just been sitting here doing nothing.”
“Don’t worry about what I’m up to.”
“All I do is worry,” you glare at him, “it’s like my whole job.”
Obviously able to tell you’re growing a bit exasperated now and switching to flattery, “And you’re very good at it.”
“I could be better at it if you’d be a more willing participant in your own company.”
“Bleh,” he pulls his head back and waves his hand at you, the expression on his face disgusted.
You ignore the fact that you don’t find him as annoying as you probably should and change the topic, “Well, while you’re here doing anything but your job, I have some applications you can look through.”
“Applications?” He looks at you curiously and takes the papers you’re handing him.
There isn’t an answer from you as he reads them, his face scrunching up more and becoming annoyed as he realises what it is he’s looking at.
“Resumes?” Gojo’s voice has lost its chirpiness, coming a bit strained, “I didn’t know we were hiring.”
“I know you won’t do it yourself, so I put up an advert yesterday,” you point at the resumes he’s holding, “those are the best applicants.”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
“I can’t stay, Gojo. It’s out of my control.”
It’s his turn to glare, it’s the first time he’s been this angry with you. You still won’t tell him why you’re leaving because you’re embarrassed and also, you’re becoming a little concerned that he’d actually give you an insane raise. You can do without that guilt.
“Fine.” He eventually says.
A breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding leaves you, “Thank you.”
He starts going through the pile, “This isn’t an entry level job,” he flicks away that applicant. “No references,” another chucked. “Wouldn’t be able to put up with me,” that one is crumpled. “This one’s messy,” gone. “This person has put under hobbies ‘organising’,” he squints like he’s weirded out before deciding, “trying too hard,” ultimately it’s chucked too. The rest of the pile discarded in much of the same manner.
You’ve watched him in disbelief, blinking at him, “They all had better resumes than I did.”
“I didn’t want an assistant before you and I won’t want one after,” he shrugs.
Fingers rubbing into your temples, “How did I even get hired when you’re this picky.”
“You’ve raised my standards,” he praises you, “and your resume was so ugly looking that I wanted to see who sent it in.”
You gape at him, shocked, “That’s why I got the interview!?”
“And you got the job because you put up with me during,” his tone has softened again, “you adjust to your surroundings well and it impressed me, even if your resume didn’t.” He thinks for a moment, “Well, your resume actually did impress me but only because it was awful—”
“—Stop,” holding a hand up, “I can’t believe you hired me because you hated my application that much.”
“Don’t leave me,” leaning in on your desk, “I don’t think I’ll ever see a resume that ugly ever again.”
Grumbling and falling back into your chair, you cross your arms. “I knew I shouldn’t have worked here.”
He grins and stands to his feet. “Don’t show me anymore applicants, they’ll immediately get thrown away.”
“Gojo—” You call after him.
“—Bye bye now.” He’d cut you off, done with this conversation and the direction it was headed.
It’s Monday again and you’re concerned about what Gojo’s going to pull this week. Last week he’d obviously stolen all your work rendering you redundant and stared at you disconcertingly for nearly an hour before revealing he’d hired you because of your shit application. He also brought you back various treats every time he left the office, not to mention the insane amounts of praise he kept sneaking into conversation.
It's not something entirely new from him but he’s taken to doing it far more often lately and you hate how much you don’t hate it. His compliments making you a little flustered every time, you weren’t aware how much you liked being reaffirmed until he started doing it so obviously and frequently.
Apparently, he must’ve caught on to you not hating it because he’s not stopped. The grin on his face self-satisfied every time he does it, pleased by your reactions. You don’t know if your heart is going to make it through this week but it’s your last, so you don’t have much of a choice either way.
In the lobby, you run into Shoko. Greeting her with a small smile, “Good morning.”
“Morning, quitter,” she smiles back.
“Ouch,” you hiss jokingly.
Her head tilts at you, “Ah, you lasted five years, it’s impressive really.”
“I’m not resigning because of him,” you roll your eyes.
The rumours in the office have been abundant to say the least, everyone blaming your leaving on Gojo. You correct people every time but they either don’t believe you or are too excited about gossip to let themselves really hear you.
“You’d be the first,” sucking on her teeth as she recounts, “I think there was… five? six? Before you. They all quit because they couldn’t put up with him.” She pauses. “Though, he didn’t hire them personally.”
“Didn’t you hear? He only hired me because he hated my resume.”
“Good luck finding another job with it then.”
You chuckle at that. “I’ll miss you, Shoko.”
“Yeah, whatever,” she brushes you off, “if you really were gonna miss me, you wouldn’t be quitting.”
“For someone who’s so unamused by Gojo, you sure sound like him sometimes.”
She side eyes you, “Take that back.”
“Nope!” You laugh as you walk away.
At your desk, the first thing you do is pull up Gojo’s calendar. Double checking that you’re remembering the itinerary for today properly. He’s got a meeting just before midday with a large company, you’ve been trying to secure a meet with them for months and they finally caved. Taking them on as a client would be a huge win for the company and it’d bring Gojo joy because he knows Geto has been trying to secure a deal with them too.
Competition isn’t something you invest a whole lot of your time in personally but you can’t help but feel happy when Gojo ‘wins’. This week is going to be gruelling; it’s getting harder to ignore how much you enjoy your job. You thought it wasn’t going to be such a big deal. It’s a job, you do it and if you need to, you find another.
Everyone here will be part of what you miss though, you won’t get to work alongside Gojo anymore… Pushing down those feelings of affection, you start your day how you often do and check your inbox. Seeing the first emails coming through as soon as business hours are official always amuses you as much as it pisses you off.
The sound of a soft tap on your desk startles you, it’s just Gojo but you’re still not quite used to his early (on time) arrivals. He’d set a coffee down for you, expression bright as he smiles at you.
You reach for the drink, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he singsongs. “Feel like staying?”
“Because you bought me a cup of coffee?”
“Among other things.”
You’re thinking of how to answer him when he yawns and stretches his shoulders back. He seems tireder than usual, “You been sleeping okay?”
He takes the opportunity to whine, “No, my favourite employee is leaving me.”
“That must be agony for you.”
“It is,” eyes sparkling, “it’s awful, I wish she would just see reason.”
Instead of replying to that, you remind, “Don’t forget your meeting at eleven.”
Dropping the pleading look, he replies, “How could I forget? Stingy bastards took forever just to agree to meet.”
“Try to have a better attitude when you talk with them.”
“You know what would make my attitude better?” Grin on his face showing that he’s clearly plotting something.
“Dare I ask?”
“You basically did.” He points at you and then himself, “You come with me.”
A range of emotions go through you at that but it’s mostly reluctance, “Do I have to?”
“I’m your boss… so, yes?” Not waiting for your reply. “Be ready by ten-thirty.”
It’s going to be a long week indeed.
By the time ten-thirty rolls around, you’re in the garage of the building with Gojo. He’s guiding you towards his car and you’re confused, “Where’s Ijichi?”
“I don’t know,” his answer is dismissive.
“Should we wait?” you frown and look at your phone, “…I don’t want you to be late.”
Clicking on the keys, the car beeps as it unlocks, “We’re not gonna be late.” He moves around to the driver’s side and opens it, stopping before getting in when he sees you’re not moving. “Get in.”
Incredulous look on you face, “Can you even drive?”
“That’s so insulting, I’m a fantastic driver.”
You’re sceptical but get in the car anyways, not willing to be late because you were squabbling with your boss.
“Why am I coming with you?”
He hums, “Because I have a surprise for after.”
“Couldn’t you have just picked me up after the meeting?”
“No. If I have to go then you do too.”
Grumbling back at him, “You’ve never made me come before.”
“If I leave you in the office you might run away before Friday,” his tone carries a playful lilt.
“You’re so dramatic.”
By the way, he is decidedly not a fantastic driver.
The surprise he was talking about was lunch, he’s taken you out for lunch. You’re overwhelmed and feel underdressed, it’s a nice place that you definitely cannot afford.
Just as he’s about to walk inside, you grab his sleeve and pull him back, “Gojo, I can’t afford lunch here.”
He snickers at you, “You thought I’d force you to a meeting with me and then take you out to lunch and make you pay?”
You say nothing.
“Seriously? What do you take me for?” A hand rests over his heart like you’ve wounded him.
Frowning at him, “I’m… I’m also a little underdressed.” Wearing business casual doesn’t feel appropriate for here.
“You look great,” he compliments, “you always look great.”
It feels like your skin grows hotter just from that simple compliment. You can’t linger on it for too long though. From just off to the side of Gojo, you spot Geto and you know this lunch is going to be on the rocks. “Please remain calm and remember that you just got new clients and how nice that feels.”
About to ask what the hell you’re going on about when Geto makes himself known, hand on Gojo’s shoulder. “What a coincidence, Satoru.” He smiles politely, nodding his head at you in acknowledgement.
You’ve always been neutral towards Geto, if you had to describe him in a word, you’d say he’s gracious. But you’re not stupid, you can tell he enjoys pressing peoples buttons. If you didn’t know any better you’d think it was merely an accident but you do know better and you can tell he does it because he gets a kick out of it. He’s similar to Gojo in that way.
“Suguru,” Gojo gives a tight smile. “What are you doing on this side of town?”
Oh, he’s already annoyed by his presence.
“This and that,” answer kept vague deliberately. “You guys about to have lunch?”
“Yes.” You answer respectfully, not forgetting your manners.
From what you know, Gojo and Geto used to be close friends working at the same company before Gojo moved up. Geto left after that and started his own company. Usually, Gojo isn’t so annoyed by him but he’s been a little extra touchy about things ever since you put in your resignation.
“That sounds great,” you reply before Gojo can. Geto walks in ahead of you both and you tug on Gojo to get him to lean down. “It’s just lunch, we’ll both survive.”
“I’m not so sure,” he mumbles back.
It’s awkward, incredibly so. Geto knows that Gojo got the client they’ve both been angling at and it’s all grins with hidden meanings and sly jabs. It’s hard to enjoy the food when you’re stuck observing this disaster of clashing egos.
After a lull in the conversation, Geto suddenly says, “I heard you’re quitting.”
You’re taken aback, you didn’t realise that company gossip would travel so far, “Yes… I am resigning.” Putting emphasis on the last word because you don’t appreciate the attachments to quitting.
Gojo’s tense, you can tell.
Geto pushes past your slight attitude. “May I ask why?”
“You may ask,” you smile politely, taking a page out of his book.
He doesn’t even blink, “Well, if you’re looking for a new job I’d be happy to take you off Satoru’s hands.”
Gojo scoffs at that, “She’s still my employee, you know?”
“From what I hear, not for much longer.”
You hate that you even semi consider Geto’s offer, he’s unfortunately closer to your parents’ home so you could live there and travel to his company. It’d upset Gojo though and you don’t know if you have it in you, even if it is just business.
Stopping their bickering with a simple refusal. “I’m fine, thank you for the offer.”
“It doesn’t expire,” Geto pushes, “if you change your mind, you’ve got a job with me.”
“I want to remind you I’m a personal assistant, Geto, not some highly sought-after marketing whizz.” You can’t understand the push for you, other than he knows it’ll piss off Gojo and you don’t play those games.
Clearly, not one to be shaken so easily, “Oh, I wouldn’t sell yourself so short.”
“Alright, I’m done being all civil now,” Gojo stands up abruptly, “We’re leaving and you can pay the bill for pissing me off, Suguru.”
“Gojo,” you scold him lightly but he’s not budging, “I’m very sorry, Geto,” standing up as well, “lunch was nice.”
Gojo grumbles, “Don’t apologise for me, I’m not sorry.”
Geto ignores Gojo and replies to your last statement, “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
“Over my dead body,” Gojo points at him.
And then you’re being tugged out of the restaurant, following after an uncharacteristically angry Gojo. It’s not like he’s especially polite and he’s always had little jabs with Geto but it always seemed more like a friendly rivalry to you. To have this kind of reaction isn’t usual and you don’t really know how to approach talking to him now.
It’s not until you’re back in the car that he’s huffing, “Can you believe that? He tried stealing you out from behind my back… in front of me!”
“It’s just business, don’t let it get to you.” You mean it as a comfort but his eyebrow twitches.
He starts the car and mutters, “Not to me.”
Today is your last day. It’s been a busy week so Gojo didn’t bother you as much, anytime you spoke it concerned work. Well, that’s not completely true, he was still trying to get you to stay and begged a little but otherwise.
You don’t feel ready to leave, you know all you’d have to do is say you want to stay and Gojo would welcome you with open arms but you can’t make it work… not right now. It’s already been hard on you physically with all the moving preparations and now it’s hard on you emotionally. You don’t think people usually feel this much regret about resigning, shouldn’t you be all relieved or something.
After work, you and your empty apartment have a date with lots of alcohol. Drinking before you move may not be a great idea but you thought living with a guy would be a good idea and look how that turned out. Fuck him. This situation is so draining and unfair and you wish you could go back and change things but you’re stuck with the cards you’re dealt.
It’s quitting time soon, the hour hand on the wall across from you slowly inching towards six. Your riveting clock watching is interrupted by Gojo standing in front of it, “Could you go down to the employee floor and give this to Nanami?”
He hands you over a file and you take it without complaint, what’s another few extra minutes on your last day. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
You’re restless, caught between wanting to get out of here and not wanting your last day to end. The elevator dings and opens to the employee floor, when you step out you’re confused by how dark it is. It’s borderline scary, you’ve seen enough scary movies to know that you don’t stay on an empty and ominous dark floor.
About to turn around and head back for the elevator when the lights flick on and people jump out at you. You don’t have a physical reaction aside from a slight jump, only staring blankly and screaming on the inside. Taking in your surroundings you realise it’s a bunch of familiar faces standing underneath a shoddily painted banner that reads ‘we’ll miss you’ with a very small ‘quitter’ written under that. It’s like it was added last minute in pen and you have a feeling Shoko did it.
Gojo runs up from behind you, “Holy fuck, we have so many stairs,” he looks to your face and then at everyone else, “did she scream?”
Nanami answers him, “No, she’s just been staring like that the whole time.”
Gojo moves to stand in front of you, asking, “You okay? Did we get you too good?”
Everyone starts murmuring and you’re very suddenly overwhelmed by all the emotions you’ve been stuffing down all week. Tears slipping from your waterline and trailing down your cheeks before you can stop them.
“Woah, what’s wrong?” he’s fussing over you, “Hey, I’m sorry, we just wanted to send you off properly.”
You use the back of your hands to wipe at your face, “Sorry, I need a moment.” Pushing the file Gojo had given you towards him before running off to hide in the bathroom.
Taking deep breaths, you try to calm down but it’s hard when you’re also dying of embarrassment. It was really nice of them; you weren’t expecting anything so to have so many people set up a going away party was really sweet but it’s just another reminder of your shitty situation and your reluctance to leave.
A soft tap on the door alerts you to someone’s presence, “Can I come in?” Gojo calls.
“No,” you call back.
It’s quiet and then he says, “I’m gonna come in anyways.” True to his word, he enters the bathroom but he doesn’t say anything more.
Unprompted you apologise, “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“I didn’t mean to cry,” sniffling, “I’m embarrassed.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he walks in closer to you, placing a hand on top of your head. “If you’re so upset you could always stay.”
You laugh a little bitterly at that. “I’m fine now, I’ll come out and we can celebrate.”
“I can send everyone home if you’re not feeling up to it.”
“No, I want to say goodbye to everyone,” you look up to him, “thank you for doing this.”
“Of course,” he tucks his hands into his pockets, expression a little shy, “I couldn’t not give my favourite employee a send-off.” His upper body moves in a little like he’s going to share a secret, “I wanted to do something bigger but Shoko told me not to.”
A smile is on your lips at that, it’s so like him to want to go big. You owe Shoko for that advice, if he’d done something grand you’d be even more embarrassed than you already are. “Let’s go back.”
It’s not rowdy, it’s an office party so it’s mostly mingling and eating some snacks but it’s nice and it beats the hell out of getting drunk alone in an empty apartment. Nanami is the only one you’d given a reason as to why you’re leaving and he’d kept it to himself so you get a bunch of questions but you field them all pretty easily.
Your eyes keep finding their way back to Gojo before you feel a pang of guilt or sadness and you look away. Things slowly die down as more and more people head home and before it becomes too obvious, you slip away back upstairs to your desk.
Gojo’s office is left slightly open and you walk inside; it’s dark. The only light entering the room is coming from the surrounding building lights. You move to stand in front of the large window and look out to appreciate the view. You’re going to miss this part of the city.
“You’re not planning on robbing me on your last day are you?” Gojo asks from the door.
Getting over the shock of him suddenly appearing, you joke, “Are you kidding? I’ve been robbing you blind since my first day here.”
He crosses the room to stand beside you, “Only cause I let you.”
“What a gentleman.”
“I’m gonna say it one more time,” he looks to you, “stay.”
You don’t know how to answer him so you just lean in and hug him.
His arms wrap around you, “This isn’t very professional of you.”
“Cause you’re so professional,” you murmur back, “also you’re not my boss anymore.”
The both of you don’t say anything, just holding each other. Probably far too intimate for a working relationship but… you really needed this. It’s nice, he’s big and warm and he holds you gently. It’s giving you a lot of comfort and at the same time it’s making you want to cry again.
“I’ll miss you, Gojo.”
“I think you’ll be the first to.”
“Not true.” As much grief as everyone gives him, they’d still miss him.
He laughs a little and lowers himself so his lips are by your ear, “I’ll miss you, too.”
A shiver goes down your spine at his voice and you pull back to look at him. His face is close to yours and your eyes linger on his lips. Doing your very best to look into his eyes, you say, “Don’t ruin the company just because I’m gone.”
“I wouldn’t want to ruin all your hard work,” he grins.
You roll your eyes and move to untangle from him. He doesn’t let you. “What are you—”
Gojo’s closed the gap between the two of you with a kiss, a large hand cradling the side of your face. His thumb strokes high on your cheekbone as his lips implore yours. It doesn’t take you long at all to react, hands grabbing onto his jacket and kissing him back.
It’s overwhelming, his kiss all consuming. Almost like he’s been waiting for the perfect opportunity to kiss you like this. Lips insistent on yours, his body coming closer with a single step forward. His hand on your face tilts you up, thumb trailing to the hinge in your jaw and pressing.
You’re opening your mouth to him more and he sighs happily, licking to deepen the kiss as much as he can. It’s dizzying, mind slowly slipping of focus the longer he holds you. Your body shudders against your will because it’s never felt this good to be kissed before.
Pushing back on him, afraid you’re about to lose your mind and all he’s done is kiss you. Gojo pulls back with a suck of your tongue and your legs nearly falter, small whine leaving you. He’s stopped but he’s not moving back, hand still on the side of your face, the other having moved down to rest on your hip.
“You want me to stop here?” He asks, thumb pulling on your lower lip teasingly.
“This isn’t really—”
“Appropriate?” He asks, closer than he was before, lips almost touching yours, “Like you said… I’m not your boss anymore.”
Fuck it.
You’re the one to close the gap this time, kissing him again. It’s messier than before, an even more heated exchange and you’re realising he was being gentle with you a moment ago. Mood suddenly changed as it feels like he’s aiming to devour you whole.
He spins you so your back is against the cold glass of the window, his lower body pressing close to you. Able to feel his erection, it’s scandalous and making you tingle. You wrap your arms around his neck and he moves his hands down lower, sliding to your lower back. His fingers twitch against you like he’s holding back from touching you more.
Lips parting again so he can trail his kisses lower, burying his face into the side of your neck. Teeth nip at your flesh and you gasp, “Gojo!”
His smile reaches his eyes, “Something to remember me by,” he laves over the mark with his tongue.
Your heart twinges when you realise that your close relationship with him is ending and suddenly you’re asking, “Leave another?”
Gojo laughs a little breathlessly at that, “Hah, don’t have to tell me twice.”
He leaves another mark at your request, and then another lower down before trailing back up, his nose brushing against your neck until his lips meet yours. Words coming mumbled as he keeps kissing you, “You smell so fucking good.”
“Just shut up…” you grumble back, “and kiss me more.”
You know he wants to make another smartass comment but your shoving your tongue in his mouth to keep him quiet, he seems to be right where he wants to be though. Hands growing bolder as he grabs your ass and tugs you closer, grinding his erection against you.
Breaths coming heavy as you comment, “Pervert.”
“If I were a pervert…” he hums happily, “I’d do something more like this.” One of his hands is off your ass and slipping into the front of your pants, fingers swiping through your folds over your underwear.
A gasp leaves you, fingers digging into his shoulders as your knees grow weak. He’s prodding at your hole through your panties, almost penetrating if it weren’t for the material of them. It’s cruel, your arousal seeping into your underwear providing a slick glide for him to slide up to your clit.
“My,” he comments as if he’s shocked, “aren’t you a little too wet over a few kisses?”
“You can’t talk,” you pout, skin warming.
His eyes are bright with mischief. “Don’t be embarrassed,” finger carefully circling your clit and keeping you on edge, “it’s cute.” Sliding back to your dripping hole, “Though…” teasing you there too and then trailing back to your clit again, “you being embarrassed is cute too.”
“Are you– hff– gonna tease me the whole time?” You blink up at him.
“Probably.”
Hips rocking slightly, needy for him to touch you more, “Aren’t you being unreasonable?”
“I don’t think so.” He’s purposefully avoiding giving you what you’re seeking.
Your head falls to rest against him, hands gripping his shirt. Pleasure that feels just a little too distant running through you, making you weak and frustrated. Legs shaky to stand on with how antsy you’re getting. You should’ve guessed that he’d be a tease by how he acts regularly.
On the brink of asking him to touch you properly when he slips his hand under your panties, fingers immediately sliding inside your weeping cunt. You’re left gasping out a pathetic moan as he borderline whines. Clinging to him desperately as he angles his digits to hit the sweetest spots inside you. Slow in his pursuit, like he’s learning what gets the best reactions from you.
Gojo’s control is slipping, the tight grip you have on his fingers making it hard to think. Not to mention just how hot and wet you are, he’s not sure how he’s going to last fucking you when you feel this divine around his fingers alone.
Moans tumble from your lips and you struggle to stifle them back down, trying to rock your hips against his hand for anything more he’ll give you. It’s messy, dripping down into the palm of his hand, no doubt ruining your panties in the process. The sound of him finger fucking you obscene and too loud. Your skin is hot and you’re embarrassed from just how horny you’ve gotten, whimpering as he crooks his digits up and hits something sweet.
“Fuck– come over here,” Gojo pulls his fingers from you and tugs you over to his desk. He lifts you to sit on top of it effortlessly, hands tugging your pants and underwear off in one go. Movements rushed, impatience clear.
He’s sitting back into his desk chair and rolling forward a bit, hands resting atop your thighs. You ask him, “What are you doing?”
The answer comes incredibly blunt, “I’m gonna make out with your pretty pussy while you sit on my desk.” All smiles as he pushes your thighs apart, “I’m gonna think about this view every time I sit here from now on.”
Tongue boldly licking through your folds and making you squeal, your hand threads through his hair for something to hold onto. Quickly discovering just how good at this he really is, sliding his tongue inside your cunt and slurping at you lewdly.
Gojo eats you like a man starved, fingers digging into your plush skin as he holds you open. Your juices drip down his chin and onto his desk and all he can think about is how good you taste and how cute you are when you twitch around his tongue and how he’s probably going to get hard just thinking about this later.
Of course, he’s also going to be playing the whines and moans you’re letting out on repeat in his head later too. Finding everything about you completely endearing, even more so in your dishevelled and aroused state. To have you melting under his touch is almost too much for his poor heart to take.
Your lungs seize in your chest at how good it feels, his nose grinding into your clit with how close he’s pressed his face into you. If you had any higher brain function in this current moment, you’d be concerned if he could even breathe.
It’s getting harder and harder to sit still, desperate to move your hips in response to his stimulation. You’re falling back onto your elbows, hoping to leverage yourself better to rut against his face but he’s stronger than you anticipated. As if in punishment for your impatience, he pulls his tongue from you and trails it up to your clit. Licking it gently before wrapping his lips around it and sucking.
The feelings that run through you are immense and head spinning, feet kicking at the shock of it. Your elbows shake and give out, back bowing up in response. Hand reaching back for his head, tugging on his hair which only has him moaning against you. The vibrations have your hole twitching. Ever observant, Gojo stuffs two of his fingers inside you. Hitting all those perfect little spots he’d found earlier. Apparently having learnt a lot about your body in a short time.
“Gojo– hng– you gotta stop– hff– I’m gonna—”
His eyes look up to you, glinting mischievously. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Mouth off you long enough to say, “I’m not gonna stop.”
Almost as soon as his lips are back around your clit are you cumming; twitching and writhing through the high flooding your senses. All sensitive and whingey as he keeps fucking you with his digits. You can’t hear anything but the blood rushing in your head, feeling as though you’re floating.
That is, until Gojo pushes you dangerously close to overstimulation. His mouth off your clit, only to stuff his tongue back inside your cunt along with his fingers. Stretching you open as he eats you in a completely debauched manner.
“Too much– hnn– Gojo.” You push back on his forehead and he relents. “Perv.”
“Sorry sorry.” He grins, looking a little less than sorry about it.
He keeps your thighs open, admiring the way fresh slick drips from you entrance. He really wants to lean in and tongue your hole some more but he’ll refrain, diverting his focus to kiss your inner thighs. Sucking hickeys into your skin as much as he can, starting on the left before moving to the right. Getting a little too into it and biting your thigh a couple times, you twitch and whine at it and he doesn’t miss the way your pussy clenches around nothing in response.
Gojo gets to his feet and leans over top of you, pecking your cheek before kissing you deep and slow. It’s not hurried, taking his time to explore your mouth carefully. You don’t even realise he’d been unbuttoning your shirt at the same time until he’s moving away and opening it.
Hands quick to grope your tits over your bra, “Hmm… this is pretty,” he comments, fingers slipping under the strap and pulling back just to let it snap! back against your skin.
“Gojo!” you chastise, voice coming a little breathless.
He doesn’t even bother to take your bra off properly, just pushing it up and over your tits so he can gain direct access to your nipples. Head ducking back down to leave more marks on your soft skin, licking over your nipple to see what kind of reaction you’ll have. He’s not disappointed when you moan and tug at his hair.
Moving to rest his forehead against the valley between your breasts, he hums out, “You’re so perfect, from head to toe.”
“Don’t think flattery will get me to stay,” you joke, feeling bashful and trying to change his focus.
“How about a really good dick down?”
“Aren’t you a little too self-assured?”
Gojo stands up, shucking off his jacket and then beginning to unbutton his own shirt, “Ask me that again after we fuck.” He shrugs it off his shoulders and lets it fall to the ground.
You knew he was well built but seeing him shirtless is making you realise just how well built he is. All broad shoulders and toned abs, it’s a little hard to stay focused when you’re this horny and he’s that hot shirtless. Happy trail leading out of his pants to his belly button making your mouth water and you’re suddenly remembering that it’s rude to stare when you look back into his eyes.
Though obviously, Gojo takes it as a compliment. Large grin on his face at your blatant ogling. “Like what you see?” He asks.
“I didn’t say anything,” you turn away from him.
“You didn’t have to,” he laughs, “the hearts in your eyes said enough.”
“Oh, shut up.”
He starts unbuckling his belt, “Your pouting will only turn me on more.”
Sitting up as you tease, “You’ve got some weird kinks, huh?”
“Not at all, it’s just that I could get off to anything about you,” he replies smoothly.
You really shouldn’t find that as flattering as you do. “Not appropriate for the workplace, Gojo.”
“Getting tongue fucked on the CEO’s desk isn’t exactly appropriate either but here you are.” He reaches into his pants and pulls his cock out, hissing, “Plus, as you pointed out earlier, I’m not your boss anymore.”
There would definitely be some remark you’d make to that but your focus is kind of caught up on how big his dick is. You knew from it digging into you earlier that he was… well-endowed but to see it now is a little scary.
You point at it accusatorily, “There’s no way I’m taking that.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he laughs. “Don’t stress so much, it’ll fit.”
You quirk an eyebrow at him as if to ask, ‘you sure?’
“The foreplay wasn’t just for fun,” Gojo purrs, “though I definitely did have fun playing with your pussy—.”
Your hand slaps over his mouth, “Do you need to be so vulgar?”
He nods wordlessly from behind your hand, eyes bright with his enjoyment of this interaction.
You take too long to remove your palm and he’s licking it, your reaction immediate as you pull back with a grimace. “Ew, what the hell?”
“Ew? My tongue was literally in your mouth not five minutes ago,” his eyes roll at you.
“This and that are different things.”
“Uh huh,” brushing you off, “Open your legs more, I’m gonna blow my load before I even get inside you at this rate.”
Your legs cross at that, “Say pretty please.”
Gojo leans down and rests his hands on the desk either side of you, eyes level with yours, “Pretty please open your legs for me, sweetheart?”
There’s a bit of a begged tinge to his voice that makes you cave immediately, parting your legs again. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, humming happily, “Thank you.”
The head of his cock is dragged from your clit to your opening and back again, sliding himself through your folds a few times just to make you desperate. Ignoring the fact that you’re already desperate, needy for him to fill you to the brim.
“Stop being a tease.”
“I thought you were worried about it fitting?” He asks.
Your retort is fast, “I thought you were going to give me a good dick down?”
“I believe I said a really good dick down,” notching the head at your pussy hole, “but I’ll forgive you this time.” He doesn’t push in immediately, instead leaving a chaste peck on your lips before he murmurs against them, “Deep breath.”
About to tell him he’s ridiculous and something about his ego being heavy to carry around when your lungs are struggling, the initial slide of his cock entering you making all air knock from you. Nails clawing at his forearms either side of you, not even able to make a noise as he splits you open.
Stopping not even half-way to give you a second to breathe, “I told you to take a deep breath.”
“Hnn– I– hng—” You can’t even reply yet, stopping your attempts to fill your lungs with air.
Gojo’s head dips as he looks at where you’re both connected, “Fuuuck—” he tilts his head back to look up at the ceiling, “I’m gonna cum too early if you don’t relax.”
He’d already held off on cumming just from touching you a couple times, finally being inside you is driving him crazy. Not even at the half-way point and his dick is twitching like crazy, your cunt sucking him in greedily and clenched so tight around him. You’re still panting and struggling to wrap your head around the stretch of him and as cute as it is, it’s also a massive fucking turn on that’s making his life harder.
You’re falling forward into him, head resting on his chest, hands clinging to him desperately. Managing out through moans, “Why– hff– why is your dick so huge?”
Breathless laugh leaving him, “You’re being really cute.”
“Shut up.”
“Getting cuter.”
He wraps his arms around you, lips pressed to your ear. With the movement his cock slides just that bit more inside you. The sound of his soft, needy whine is ringing in your head and making you twitch. Practically creaming around him already, it’s embarrassingly early to be this much of a mess but he’s worked you up so much and you can’t help but fall deeper into the pleasure.
Desire is overflowing from you and you have no idea what to do with it, holding onto him tighter as a result. Turning to the side, you kiss him wherever you can, it doesn’t take long at all for him to dip and kiss you back hard. Getting lost in his lips, wishing you could somehow pull him even closer.
While distracted, Gojo takes the opportunity to fuck the rest of the way into your tight pussy. Your mouth is dropping open with a whine, feeling the tip of his dick against your cervix has you trembling. You can’t tell if you’re imagining it but you’d swear you can feel the thump thump! of the veins on his cock throbbing against your walls.
He lowers you down onto the desk but the movement has him shifting inside you and you’re whining again, back arching against the wooden surface. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the need to cling to him even more.
Gojo’s head tucks into the crook of your neck, his words coming out mumbled, “Ooh, you’re gonna have me dreaming about this.”
“You– hng– you have to move.” You can’t take any more of this slow pace, your pussy begging you—and him—to be fucked.
His face comes into view, expression struggling to stay cool, “You need to keep your legs open nice and wide for me then.”
Pout making its way onto your face immediately because you really want to keep him this close but you also really want to do what he says. “This better be worth the embarrassment.”
“It will be.”
He’s pulling away from you at the same time that you’re parting your legs, hoping you’ll get away with resting your inner thighs against his hips. Clearly, that’s not satisfactory enough for Gojo because he’s grabbing behind your knees and pulling your legs further apart. Manhandling you lewdly into a position that exposes you to his greedy eyes.
Sighed moan leaving him, “You’ve got such a pretty cunt.”
“You’ve– ah– got such a dirty mouth.” A laugh moves through his chest at your retort and you don’t understand why you’re feeling butterflies over it.
“I’m gonna move now, sweetheart.”
“Please.”
The heavy drag of his cock pulling back gives you a visceral reaction, fingers digging into his desk, looking for something to hold onto. Every inch of him rubbing up against something delicious with each one of his movements, no matter how small. Tuned into every sensation you’re experiencing and feeling so sensitive with it. You’re feeling everything, pussy creaming around him at it, clearly in love with his dick.
On the other hand, Gojo’s losing his fucking mind about as much as you are—if not more. His cock throbbing, pulsing inside your hot cunt. Even though he’s going insane over how sweet your pussy is, he’s still pausing when he’s pulled out. Watching how your hole twitches and convulses around the head of his dick. Fresh slick dribbling from you and sliding down his shaft, he’s not sure he’s ever going to be normal again.
Slamming his hips to yours in one movement and as soon as he starts, he can’t stop. Repeatedly fucking into you over and over, his eyes glazing over as whimpers spill from him. You’re not doing any better, whining and grabbing onto whatever’s closest, obviously needing something to keep you grounded.
He’s bullying your womb with his tip and you’re so close to cumming, only a few more thrusts and you’re finishing around him. Surprised by your own high, hips meeting his to ride it out. Teeth digging into your lower lip as your eyes roll, too involved in yourself and the pleasure to be embarrassed.
“God– hah– you’re already?– fuck!” Gojo can’t believe it, his heart hammering in his chest at how you cum. Your pussy sucking him in divinely, begging him to keep stuffing you full.
In your fucked out bliss, you slip up, “Satoru– hmf—”
It’s the first time you’ve used his given name and his brain short circuits, everything inside him excited and he can’t help himself. Whining pathetically as he cums, not a hint of shame from him. Caught up in how pretty his name sounded coming from your lips, a little slurred in your messy state.
Not able to stop his thrusts either, your mixed cum drooling down the sides of his cock as he keeps fucking you. Keeping you both on cloud nine to the point of overstimulation. The pair of you buzzing and lost in each other. Everything is hot and messy and feels so fucking good.
His brain is stuck in a loop of your pitiful voice calling for him. “You’re unbelievable– hnn– you should stay– hah– don’t leave.”
“I can’t– ngh—”
“Breaking my heart,” he sulks, hips slowing to a steady rut.
You can feel tingling all the way down to your toes. “That’d– hff– be more believable if you weren’t balls deep inside me.”
He finally stops, pelvis flush to you. Looking down his nose as he replies, “I’m multidimensional.” Sliding his hands from your legs to your waist, “And still horny.”
His dick slips from you and then he’s using his hold on you to flip you over so you’re face down on the desk. Taking a second to admire the way his seed drips from you before plugging it with his fat dick again. Shiver going down his spine, gaze trailing up your body. Disappointed by the lack of skin showing, you’re still wearing the unbuttoned shirt he neglected to properly remove in his impatience.
Touch gentle as he slides the sleeves down your arms, initially going to take it off but changing his mind at the last second. Instead, wrapping your wrists in it haphazardly and turning it into a makeshift restraint.
When you realise what he’s done, you struggle a little against it and then huff. Forehead resting against the wood, cunt overstuffed, and now restrained in your arm movements. You feel a little helpless and it makes your insides flutter.
Gojo checks in, “You good, sweetie?”
“Pervert,” you mutter in response.
“What was that?” Fingers unclasping your bra, sliding his hand over where it’d been fastened.
“I’m good,” you reply.
He pats your ass, smiling to himself, “Then this pervert’s gonna fuck you again.”
Pace instantly brutal, angling his hips so his dick drills into your weakest point. Already having figured out your body far better than you ever have, driving you to the brink of crying from how overwhelmingly good it feels.
You have nothing to hold onto, hands trapped behind you and forced to stay there. It’s got you squirmy, unable to ground yourself with anything and it’s manifesting as you wriggling and your toes curling. Panting and writhing below Gojo, digging your nails into the cotton of your shirt as a pitiful replacement for something sturdy.
Gojo groans, hands holding you still, his fingers digging into your plush skin. “Stay still, pretty.”
“Can’t– ngh– can’t help it.” Your eyes wet from unshed tears.
He moves one of his hands up to the back of your neck, putting just enough pressure there to stop your wriggling. Immobile under him now, taking what he’s giving you. Your pussy shaking around him, consumed by him and his presence. Trusting him wholly in this moment to do what will bring you both the most pleasure, a kind of trust you’ve not given to anyone before.
There’s a creamy ring around the base of his cock from your mixed cum, a sight that makes him even more aroused. Everything you do, everything about fucking you, is only working him up even more. Thinking he’s gotten as horny as he can possibly get only for you to whine, or call his name, or twitch, or pulse around him. Causing him to fall deeper and deeper into his own insanity, borderline unhinged from how you’re making him feel.
Everything feels so much more heightened now that you can’t take it out on the furniture, brain zeroing in on exactly where his tip is hitting or the sounds he’s making for you. The soft whines and moans from him are causing your brain to fry, tingling all over and smiling a little dumbly at how he sighs your name.
It feels so good, too good, it’s almost a little scary just how good it feels. Like you’re going to fall apart at any second and you have no idea of knowing when, kept on edge and waiting for the final thrust that will do you in.
Gojo can’t believe what’s in front of him, able to feel you so vividly but still feeling like he’s dreaming because it’s just too good to be true. But you are here below him, your pussy is crying around him and begging for more. It’s real and it’s heavenly and he’s greedy for more.
“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, “so pretty– hff– and smart and your cunt sucks me in so fucking nicely.”
Managing to pant back at him, “Don’t talk.” Your pussy betrays you though, jumping at his praise.
“Why not?” Soft laugh leaving him, “Feels like you like it.” He hums softly, hand tickling down your spine, “It’s– hah– like how you got flustered by me complimenting your work.”
You’d almost forgotten that, all his words of affirmation and the kindness he’d spilled in an attempt to get you to not resign. It didn’t work but it definitely did make you feel all fuzzy inside. “I don’t know what you’re– ah!– talking about.”
“I think someone has a thing for praise,” he giggles. “That’s okay, I can give you all the praise in the world.”
“I don’t,” you deny poorly. It’s hard to sound convincing when you’re full of his cock.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” you can hear the smile on his face, “you’re doing– haa– such a good job, pussy taking me so well. Being real nice to me too, all wet and needy.”
It’s fucked up how easily he reads you, it shouldn’t be allowed. “Stop– hm– I’m gonna cum if you keep—”
“—Gonna cum because you like being told what a hot cunt you have and how great it is to fuck.”
He’s so annoying, so persistent, so stubborn, and so good at getting you off. You’re cumming around him as he gives you his nasty version of a compliment, moans loud and embarrassing. It’s the hardest you’ve ever cum and it’s knocked the wind from your lungs. A mess of shivers and whines as you ride it out. His cock prolonging your high because he’s not stopped fucking you.
Gojo’s head tips back, eyes watching how you’re squeezing around him, “Fuck– fuck– oh my god– hah– that’s it, cum around me juuust like that.”
It feels fantastic, your bliss washing over you. It won’t stop feeling good, brain all mushy and thoughtless as you barely register his words. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, holding his own orgasm off through sheer willpower alone. “Satoru… you– hng– you gotta cum, please?”
“That’s not fair,” he whines.
You’re not playing fair. He’s trying his absolute hardest to prolong this moment, wanting it to never end and here you are asking him so very nicely to cum. He couldn’t possibly deny you, not when you’re so placid and sucking him in so lovingly. Pussy practically begging him for another one of his heavy loads.
Voice calling to him again, “Please, I want it.” And you do, you want to hear how his moans get even more pathetic as he finally lets himself go.
Not even all the way through your sentence does he fold for you, hands slamming down onto the desk as his hips jut forward, filling you to the brim with his achy dick. His pelvis keeps you so close to the edge of the desk, the wood digging into you.
Your hole flutters around him at his pretty moans and he feels every second of it, his sensitive cock reacting to it. “You feel sooo fucking good– ngh– I can’t take it, you’re killing me, sweetheart.”
He’s panting from above you, trying to catch his breath as his body shakes from aftershocks. The both of you twitchy messes, all heavy breaths and soft jerks. Your body is all limp on the desk, brain fuzzy and not thinking much of anything aside from how delightful everything feels.
In his hazy state, he manages to remember that you’re still restrained. Struggling a little to untangle the mess he made of your shirt and freeing your hands. Your arms fall to your sides, all lazy and fucked out.
Gojo slips from you and sits back onto his desk chair, taking you with him. Your head flops back onto his chest as you whine in protest but you’re too weak to stand. “Your cum is gonna get all over this chair.”
The laugh that he lets out vibrates against you, “It’s fine, I’m sure the owner won’t mind.” His big hands come around to your front, pulling your bra off properly before cupping your tits in them.
“The owner is a weird pervert.”
He’s playing with you, groping your tits how he pleases, “Oh, you’ve met him? Should I be jealous?”
You continue going along with his bit, “No, he’s some lazy guy who never shows up on time and always sneaks out to blow off work, I’d never have sex with him.”
“Wow, lucky I’m not him,” he tilts your head to the side and kisses you deep. Humming softly against you as he licks at your tongue. When he pulls back he asks, “So, was it a really good dick down or what?”
Your eyes grow wide and your skin heats up, “I refuse to answer that.”
“Because then you’d have to stay,” he grins back, arms moving to wrap around you.
There’s a quiet that goes over the both of you, “I can’t.”
He tucks his head into your neck, asking, “Are you finally going to tell me why?”
“If I told you why you’d want to help and I’m handling it on my own.” There’s a lot you can’t manage to tell him and needing to move is only the tip of the iceberg.
As much as he wants to argue back or push more information from you, he accepts your words, “There will always be a place here for you, I was serious about not hiring anyone else.”
These are your last moments with him, him being kind to you after giving you the best sex of your life and you can’t even be completely honest with him. Instead of mourning the moment before it’s over though, you let yourself be here. Held by him and warm.
𝒂ﾉ𝒏. thank you sm for reading !!! i'm sorry it took me so long to finish it 🥲 my writing speed fluctuates rapidly, i am who i ammmm. ngl i got most of this done ages ago and got stuck on the smut. ANYWAYS,, i have ideas for a second part with a little bit of angst and dramaaa but only if people want it smile ◡̈
also if it seems unrealistic to what working in marketing is like #sorry i've never worked corporate. i'm studying psych and worked as a lifeguard so i've got NO CLUE 😛
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