the first mistake you made tonight was wearing this dress. its silky surface hugged your features like wrapping paper on gifts—your ass and tits nearly straining against the garment in protest. there were several openings that displayed the skin underneath, especially around the chest area. the deep v-neck plunged dangerously low, the thin straps barely holding everything in place, and the high slits on both sides flashed your thighs with every step. you knew it was risky. you wore it anyway.
the second mistake was showing up to this party at all.
you told yourself it had nothing to do with him. it was a mutual friend’s birthday—neutral ground. you hadn’t seen satoru gojo in almost two months since the messy breakup, and you were finally starting to feel like yourself again. or so you thought.
the moment you stepped into the crowded penthouse, the bass-heavy music vibrating through your heels, you felt it. that unmistakable prickle on the back of your neck. someone was watching you. no—not someone. him.
you didn’t have to look to know. you could feel those icy blue eyes dragging over every inch of exposed skin like a slow, possessive touch.
you headed straight for the open bar, pretending you hadn’t noticed. maybe if you ignored him long enough, he’d find some other girl to entertain himself with. but satoru gojo had never been one to be ignored.
you ordered a drink, fingers tapping nervously on the counter while the bartender worked. the cool air brushed against the exposed curve of your breasts, making your nipples tighten against the thin silk. you cursed yourself for not wearing a bra. the dress didn’t allow it.
a familiar scent—clean, expensive, dangerously intoxicating—hit you before his voice did.
his low, teasing tone slid right down your spine. gojo leaned against the bar beside you, close enough that his arm brushed yours. he looked unfairly good in a half-unbuttoned black shirt that showed off the hard lines of his chest, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. his white hair was messily perfect, and that signature smirk played on his lips as his gaze shamelessly raked down your body.
“trying to get fucked tonight, princess?” he asked casually, like he was commenting on the weather. “because that dress is screaming for attention. your tits are practically falling out just so every guy here can imagine sucking on them.”
heat flooded your face. you gripped your drink tighter. “fuck off, satoru. i didn’t come here for you.”
he chuckled, low and dark, stepping closer until his chest nearly pressed against your shoulder. “no? then why wear something that makes you look like a desperate little slut? look at you…” his eyes dropped to your chest again, lingering on the deep cleavage. “one wrong move and those pretty nipples are gonna be on full display for the whole party. is that what you want? everyone staring at what used to be mine?”
you hated how your body reacted—thighs pressing together, a traitorous warmth blooming low in your belly. he always knew exactly what to say to unravel you.
“i’m not yours anymore,” you shot back, trying to sound steady.
gojo’s smirk widened. he reached out, bold as ever, and ran a single finger along the edge of the slit in your dress, brushing the bare skin of your thigh. “that’s cute. you can say that all you want, but your body still remembers who it belongs to.” his voice dropped even lower. “bet you’re already getting wet just from me looking at you. pathetic.”
you swallowed hard, glancing around. a few people were watching—curious glances, knowing smirks. everyone knew about your history with gojo. being seen with him like this already felt dangerous.
he noticed your nervousness and laughed softly. “what’s wrong? scared people will see how easily you fall apart for me?” he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “or scared they’ll realize you came here dressed like a cheap whore hoping i’d notice and drag you off somewhere to ruin you?”
your breath hitched. his hand was still on your thigh, fingers slipping just under the fabric, teasing the sensitive skin there. not quite touching where you suddenly ached for him, but close enough to make you shift restlessly.
“satoru…” you warned, but it came out breathy instead of firm.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “come on. dance with me. or are you too scared you’ll start grinding on my thigh like the needy slut i know you are?”
you should have said no. you should have walked away.
instead, you let him take your drink and set it down. his large hand settled possessively on your lower back—dangerously low—as he guided you toward the crowded dance floor. the moment you reached the mass of bodies, he pulled you flush against him, one thigh sliding between yours.
the music was loud, pulsing. gojo moved with that infuriating grace, rolling his hips against you while his hands roamed. one stayed on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh through the silk and pulling you tighter so you could feel the growing hardness in his pants pressing against your stomach.
“feel that?” he murmured against your neck, lips grazing your skin. “that’s what you do to me, even when you’re being a brat. walking around with your ass and tits out like you’re free use for the whole party.” his grip tightened, fingers digging in. “but we both know no one else gets to touch this, right?”
you bit your lip to hold back a whimper as he ground his thigh up against your core. the friction against your panties made your clit throb. the dress had ridden up dangerously high on your legs from the way he was holding you.
people were definitely watching now. gojo didn’t care. he never did.
he spun you around suddenly, pulling your back against his chest. one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand boldly cupped the underside of your breast, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple through the thin fabric. you gasped, trying to pull away, but he held you tighter.
“shh. let them look,” he whispered hotly in your ear. “let them see what a slut my ex is. bet half the guys here are hard watching your tits bounce while you rub yourself on me like a bitch in heat.”
your face burned with shame and arousal. you hated how right he was—how soaked you already were, how your hips kept moving against him on their own.
gojo’s lips pressed against the side of your neck, sucking lightly. “tell me you’re not dripping right now and i’ll leave you alone.”
you couldn’t. because you were. embarrassingly so.
he laughed when you stayed silent, the sound vibrating against your skin. “that’s what i thought.” his hand slid lower, fingers teasing the edge of the dress slit again, inching higher. “how about we take this somewhere more private? unless you want me to bend you over right here and show everyone exactly who this greedy little pussy still creams for.”
your heart hammered wildly. you knew you should push him away.
but as his fingers brushed dangerously close to your soaked core in the middle of the crowded dance floor, all you could do was shiver and lean back into his chest.
and you were about to make an even bigger one.
his fingers were already teasing the edge of your soaked panties right there on the dance floor when you finally broke.
“fine,” you whispered, voice shaking. “somewhere private.”
gojo’s smirk was victorious. he didn’t even bother hiding it. he grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the crowd like he owned both you and the entire penthouse. a few people whistled. someone laughed. you kept your head down, cheeks burning, but your pussy throbbed with every step.
he dragged you down a dimly lit hallway, away from the main party. the bass still thumped through the walls, but it was quieter here. more dangerous. gojo shoved open an unlocked door to what looked like a guest bedroom and pulled you inside, locking it behind him.
the second the door clicked shut, he was on you.
he slammed you against the wall, crashing his mouth into yours in a filthy, possessive kiss. his tongue invaded immediately, claiming every inch like he was reminding you who taught your body how to crave this.
“second mistake,” he growled against your lips, biting the bottom one hard enough to make you whimper. “was thinking you could wear this slutty little dress and i wouldn’t ruin you in it.”
his hands were everywhere. one yanked the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders, letting your tits spill free. the cool air hit your hardened nipples before his large palms covered them, squeezing roughly.
“fuck, look at these,” he groaned, staring down at your chest with dark hunger. “barely covered all night. you wanted everyone staring at your tits, didn’t you? walking around like a cheap party whore hoping someone would notice how desperate you are.”
“satoru—” you gasped as he pinched both nipples hard, twisting them.
“shut up.” he slapped the side of your breast lightly, watching it jiggle. “you don’t get to say my name all sweet after dressing like this for anyone with a pulse to see.”
he dropped his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting down before soothing it with his tongue. his other hand shoved through the high slit of your dress and straight into your panties. two long fingers slid through your folds and pushed inside you without warning.
“shit,” he laughed against your tit, the sound cruel and delighted. “you’re fucking soaked. dripping down your thighs already. all from me calling you a slut on the dance floor?” he curled his fingers hard, hitting that spot that made your knees buckle. “pathetic. my ex is such an easy little cockslut.”
you moaned loudly, hips grinding shamelessly against his hand. gojo added a third finger, stretching you open while his palm rubbed your swollen clit.
“look at you,” he mocked, pulling back to watch your face. “mouth open, tits out, riding my fingers like a bitch in heat. did you miss this? or are you really so fucking desperate that any attention makes you this wet?”
he suddenly pulled his fingers out and shoved them into your mouth.
“taste how pathetic you are.”
you sucked obediently, eyes glassy, tasting yourself on his skin. gojo watched with hooded eyes, his cock straining hard against his pants.
“good girl,” he praised mockingly. “at least your mouth still knows how to behave.”
he spun you around fast, pressing your chest against the wall. your tits squished against the cool surface as he yanked your dress up over your ass. he ripped your panties down in one motion, letting them hang around one ankle.
“arch your back,” he ordered, kicking your legs apart. “show me that greedy hole.”
you obeyed, pushing your ass out toward him. gojo groaned at the sight, palming your ass cheeks and spreading them.
“still so fucking pretty. and so fucking sloppy.” he slapped your pussy lightly, making you jolt. “this is why you wore the dress, isn’t it? you wanted me to drag you off and treat you like the dirty little slut you are.”
you heard his zipper. then the thick, hot head of his cock was sliding through your folds, teasing your entrance.
“beg,” he demanded, voice rough. “beg for the cock you’ve been missing.”
“please, satoru…” your voice cracked with need. “please fuck me. i need it—need your cock so bad.”
he laughed darkly. “of course you do.”
in one brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside you.
you cried out at the sudden stretch, the overwhelming fullness. gojo didn’t wait. he started pounding into you hard and fast, hips slapping loudly against your ass with every thrust.
“fuck—yes,” he groaned, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “still so tight for me. this pussy never forgot who it belongs to, did it?”
every deep stroke made your tits rub against the wall. the silk of your dress bunched uselessly around your waist as he railed you.
“you’re such a fucking whore,” he panted, one hand fisting your hair and yanking your head back. “dressing like that. letting me finger you on the dance floor. now you’re bent over and creaming on my cock like a cheap fucktoy. bet you’d let the whole party watch if i wanted.”
you clenched hard around him at his words, shame and arousal twisting together until you couldn’t think straight.
gojo felt it. he laughed breathlessly.
“oh? you like that? you want them to see what a sloppy, cock-drunk slut you really are?” he reached around and rubbed your clit roughly. “cum then. cum on the cock of the man you swore you were done with.”
your orgasm hit you like a freight train, thighs shaking as you came hard around his thick cock, soaking his balls and dripping down your legs. gojo fucked you through it, relentless, chasing his own release.
“that’s it—good little slut,” he growled. “milk my cock just like that.”
he slammed in deep a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside you with a low, filthy groan. you felt every pulse, every hot spurt filling you up.
for a moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the distant bass from the party.
gojo stayed buried inside you, leaning over your back. his lips brushed your ear.
“third mistake,” he whispered, voice dark with promise, “was thinking i’d let you leave this room with my cum still leaking down your thighs… we’re nowhere near done, princess.”
he pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from your abused pussy with a satisfied smirk.
“on the bed. lose the dress. we still have all night to remind you exactly who you belong to.”
you didn’t even hesitate.
your hands shook as you pushed the ruined dress the rest of the way down your body, letting it pool at your feet. gojo watched with dark, hungry eyes while you climbed onto the bed, completely naked except for the heels still strapped to your feet. his cum was already leaking down your inner thighs, but he didn’t seem satisfied. not even close.
“on your back,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “legs spread. show me that sloppy, used cunt.”
you obeyed, lying back against the soft sheets and parting your thighs. the cool air hit your dripping pussy, making you shiver. gojo stood at the edge of the bed, slowly stroking his cock. it was still hard, glistening with your juices and his own release.
“look at you,” he laughed softly, eyes raking over your body. “tits out, legs open, my cum leaking out of you like a cheap whore. this is what you wanted the second you put that slutty dress on, isn’t it? parading your ass and tits around just so i’d fuck you stupid.”
he crawled onto the bed, settling between your spread legs. instead of fucking you right away, he slapped his heavy cock against your sensitive clit a few times, making you jolt and whimper.
“pathetic,” he murmured. “already twitching for more. you really are just a greedy little cumdump for me.”
gojo pushed your knees back toward your chest, folding you in half. the new position left you completely exposed. he leaned down and spit directly on your pussy before rubbing the head of his cock through the mess.
“you know what the worst part is?” he asked, slowly sinking back inside you. you moaned loudly at the stretch. “you act like you’re done with me, but the second i call you a slut, this pussy starts dripping like a faucet.”
he started thrusting hard, deep strokes that made the bed creak. every thrust pushed his previous load deeper inside you, the wet, filthy sounds echoing in the room. your tits bounced with every slam of his hips.
“shut the fuck up,” he growled, slapping your tit hard enough to leave a faint red mark. “you don’t speak unless it’s begging. understood?”
you nodded frantically, biting your lip to keep quiet. gojo smirked and rewarded you by rubbing tight circles on your clit while he fucked you.
“good girl. see? you can listen when you want this cock bad enough.” he leaned closer, voice dropping into a cruel whisper. “bet everyone at the party knows what we’re doing in here. they probably heard you moaning like a bitch when i first shoved it in. you like that? knowing they all know you’re just my desperate ex-slut getting her brains fucked out?”
the dirty words made you clench hard around him. gojo groaned at the feeling and picked up speed, pounding you mercilessly. your second orgasm hit without warning, ripping through you so hard your vision blurred. you cried out, thighs shaking violently as you came all over his cock again.
“that’s fucking right,” he laughed breathlessly. “cum like the filthy slut you are. make a mess.”
he didn’t stop. he fucked you straight through it, then suddenly pulled out and flipped you over onto your stomach. he yanked your hips up so your ass was in the air, face pressed into the sheets.
“ass up. face down. perfect position for a whore.”
he slammed back in from behind, even deeper than before. one hand fisted your hair while the other smacked your ass hard, leaving stinging prints on your skin.
“this is all you’re good for now,” he panted, hips snapping against you. “getting used and filled. walking around in slutty dresses hoping your ex will remind you what a cock-hungry little toy you really are.”
you were drooling into the sheets, moaning shamelessly with every brutal thrust. gojo reached around and rubbed your overstimulated clit again, forcing another orgasm out of you. your legs gave out, but he held your hips up and kept fucking you through it.
“third time cumming and you still can’t get enough,” he mocked. “disgusting. adorable.”
he pulled out again, this time flipping you onto your side. he lifted one of your legs and slid back inside, fucking you at a new angle that made you see stars. his free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head feel fuzzy.
“tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demanded, voice dark.
“y-you… it belongs to you, satoru—”
“louder. tell me what you are.”
“i’m your slut,” you gasped, voice breaking. “i’m your dirty little slut—”
gojo groaned loudly and buried himself deep, cumming inside you for the second time. you felt the hot spurts filling you up again, so much that it started leaking out around his cock.
he stayed inside you for a long moment, catching his breath, hand still loosely around your throat. then he leaned in and kissed you messily, almost sweetly, before pulling back with that dangerous smirk.
“good girl,” he whispered against your lips. “but we’re still not done. i want this dress ruined and you covered in my cum before we leave this room.”
he slowly pulled out, watching with satisfaction as his cum poured out of your abused hole. his fingers pushed some of it back inside you, making you whimper.
“on your knees. clean my cock with that pretty mouth. and if you do a good job… maybe i’ll fuck your tits next.”
you slid off the bed on shaky legs, sinking to your knees in front of him, eyes glassy and lips parted.
you sank to your knees without another word, eyes hazy with lust and shame. gojo stood over you, cock still hard and glistening with your combined juices. he tapped the messy tip against your cheek, smirking down at you.
“look at that. my proud ex on her knees like a common whore. open your mouth.”
you parted your lips obediently. he pushed in slowly at first, letting you taste yourself and his cum, then gripped your hair and started fucking your throat. wet, sloppy sounds filled the room as he used your mouth without mercy.
“that’s it. choke on it like the cockslut you are,” he groaned, hips snapping forward. “this is what you were really after tonight. not the party. just getting used like a cheap fucktoy.”
tears pricked your eyes as he hit the back of your throat, but you didn’t pull away. you sucked harder, tongue swirling around him the way he liked. gojo moaned lowly, his grip tightening in your hair.
after a few minutes he pulled out, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his cock. he slapped your face with it lightly, laughing at how desperate you looked.
he didn’t wait for you to move. he grabbed you and tossed you onto the mattress, climbing over you. he straddled your chest, pressing your tits together around his thick cock.
“been wanting to fuck these all night,” he growled, sliding between your soft breasts. “you wore that dress just to tease me with them. now they’re mine again.”
gojo started thrusting, the head of his cock brushing your lips with every stroke. you stuck your tongue out, licking him every time he pushed forward. the sight made him curse under his breath.
“fuck… look at you. tits out, tongue out, covered in my cum already. such a filthy little cumrag.” he pinched your nipples hard while fucking your tits faster. “you love being degraded, don’t you? bet you’d let the whole party come in here and watch me ruin you.”
you whimpered, pressing your breasts tighter around him. gojo’s breathing grew ragged. he suddenly pulled back and flipped you onto all fours again, slamming into your dripping pussy in one brutal thrust.
“gonna fill you one more time,” he panted, pounding you mercilessly. “then i’m painting that pretty face. want you walking out of here with my cum leaking down your thighs and drying on your skin. everyone’s gonna know what a slut you are.”
the room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and your broken moans. gojo reached around and rubbed your clit roughly, forcing another orgasm out of your exhausted body. you shook violently, crying out his name as your pussy clenched around him.
“good whore,” he laughed darkly. “cumming again just from being called a slut.”
he fucked you through it, then pulled out and yanked you off the bed by your hair. he forced you back onto your knees, stroking his cock furiously right in front of your face.
“open your mouth. tongue out.”
you obeyed instantly. gojo groaned loudly as thick ropes of cum shot across your face and tongue. some landed on your tits, some on your cheeks, dripping down your chin. he kept stroking until every drop was on you or in your mouth.
you did, looking up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes. gojo stared down at you for a long moment, taking in the sight of your ruined makeup, cum-covered face, and marked body.
he finally let out a satisfied chuckle and crouched down, gripping your chin so you’d look at him.
“this is what you are now,” he said softly, voice still dripping with mockery. “my pretty little ex-slut. you can wear whatever slutty dress you want and pretend you’re over me, but we both know the truth. this pussy, these tits, that greedy mouth… they all still belong to me.”
he wiped a streak of cum off your cheek with his thumb and pushed it into your mouth. you sucked it clean without thinking.
gojo smiled, dark and possessive.
“good girl. now get dressed. we’re going back to the party. and you’re gonna walk out there with my cum still inside you and all over your face. let them see exactly who you really are.”
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