✰ for the mission ✰
(part 1, part 2, part 3)
˙⋆✮ synopsis: Being partnered with Gojo Satoru was bad enough. Being forced to pose as his girlfriend for an entire week was a nightmare.
˙⋆✮ cw: MDNI 18+ ⋆ spy!gojo x spy!f!reader ⋆ spy AU ⋆ reader and gojo are 28 ⋆ badass!reader ⋆ ACTUAL enemies ⋆ undercover mission ⋆ banter ⋆ fake dating ⋆ lowkey slowburn ⋆ forced proximity ⋆ one bed trope ⋆ bandaging trope ⋆ explicit content ⋆ TEASING ⋆ dubcon ⋆ receiving head ⋆ bulge ⋆ pinv ⋆ cockwarming ⋆ creampie ⋆ mating press ⋆ EXPLICIT smut ⋆ master.list
˙⋆✮ wc: 6.9k
˙⋆✮ a/n: MY FAVOURITE CHAPTER OMDDD (longest smut scene i've written lmao)
You wake up with a comfortable heavy arm wrapped around your waist, another under your head just as soft as a pillow. The similar light peeking through the curtains, directly hitting your eyes and illuminating the rest of your room. Slightly adjusting yourself, you feel a warm breath of air on your neck. It was peaceful. Serene.
You immediately stand up, and so does the white-haired man, startled and squinting his eyes to adjust to the light.
Both of you staring blankly at each other at each side of the bed, you quickly look down, your mini-dress is still in tact and him in his shirt that's scruffy which he immediately starts buttoning up before you can see his torso.
You blink a few times and look around the room - assessing the situation; just Frost's tuxedo jacket and your heels on the floor. Frost's weapons carefully placed on the counter.
"No," he swipes his hand through his bed-hair "Luckily, we didn't"
You let out a sigh of relief, relaxing your shoulders from the breath you were holding in. Head spinning from standing up too quick, you sit back down and so does he. You and him both got up from worry but didn't realise how weak your bodies felt - similar to being hungover.
"My head feels like it's going to explode"
"You know, you really can't handle your liquor" he chuckles.
Trying your best to remember how last night went, it just ended up hurting your head even more – it was all a blur, but you can recall how it was right before things started getting crazy.
"Yes, yes it would" you whisper, and he's visibly holding himself back.
All you had to do was close the gap, You just had to move one inch till you were right there, back on the lips you'd been thinking about all night. Back on the lips that had you thinking about getting off on your garter. Back on the lips right in front of you.
You hear the sound of what sounds like a paper slip under the door to your room which was right beside you. Gojo turns his head quick, both of you on high-alert. He looks back at you, closing his eyes, letting out a breath that almost sounded like a grunt and stepped away. You couldn't help but feel the slightest bit dissapointed with all the disruptions.
He picks up the folded piece of paper, reading it out loud:
You and your woman have been invited to Naoya's private party in room 23 on the third floor. Please attend it immediately.
"Only Naoya would refer to himself in third-person" you whisper in-case anyone was still listening through the door. Gojo holds back his laugh and places his ear near the door, signalling a thumbs-up.
"You and your woman!?" you repeat "I actually can't wait for this mission to be over"
"God, me too" he looks to you,
–but both of you are secretly disagreeing.
"Guess chief's gonna have to hear from us later," he folds up the paper and puts it in his pocket.
"Time to put on our Oscar-worthy performance" he whispers to you waiting for the door to be opened.
"Three more nights of this horror!" you put your hand in his, but he stops you, taking it and guiding it to his forearm.
"Zenins are assholes, but they love a woman on their arm, not holding hands".
Unable to come up with a comeback from his stupid distracting lips, the doors open to save your grace.
Both of you walk in, you on his arm and him walking in with a big 'HEYYY' when he saw Naoya. It was actually quite impressive, he was able to accurately mimic Ranta's voice in the span of two days by only listening to a few recordings.
Shining a big smile and not speaking a word, Gojo firmly shook Naoya's hand and continued talks with him about usual Mafia conversations - guns, women, drugs and him, him, him.
All he ever did was talk about himself, so of course he surrounded himself with people who agreed. So, to stay on his good side, Gojo endorsed the exact same behaviour - leading to him getting this special invite.
"–you know Ranta, I wasn't a big fan of you back then, but you've really grown to be a real man – A real Zenin" he pats Gojo on the shoulder and turns to the big round table with bottles of alcohol you counted up to sixteen in the middle. It was a small room but just as luxuriously designed as the main hall. High ceilings and chandeliers, along with elegantly placed antiques in every corner of the room - including a statue of Toji Zenin - his idol.
The whole room consisted of eight men and two women, all recognisable from the folder, except for one more woman in a seat right next to Naoya - who was shaking her leg and biting her gums – but Naoya placed a hand on her thigh every time she did. She looked quite young, you assumed around twenty, and seemed to be sat by force. Finding it suspicious, you used the bubbly personality of your cover - Sakura Kamo - to get to talk to her.
"I think we ladies need a bathroom break to freshen up, don't we!?" you squeal, running up to the two women you were already acquainted with earlier from the dance.
They nod and squeal with you, standing up and running over to the bathroom in the room, and you call over the scared girl, who looks to Naoya. He nods, and she walks fast to you, guiding her to the bathroom.
The other two women were in their own world and unfortunately dragged you into it too, talking about the morning they had with each of their partners which you really didn't have to know about but they told you anyway.
They really put that drawer 'gift' to use I guess.
Somehow managing to escape the filthy conversation, you move close to the girl sat on the counter, taking out your lipliner from the little gold purse you have, applying it on.
"Hey girly! What's your name?" you ask, lining your lips. She mutters something and you don't hear it so you lean in.
"Mika" she has a soft voice. She tucks behind her dark brown hair behind both her ears, looking down the whole time. Dressed in a long sleeved loose black dress to match Naoya, she was fiddling with the end of the sleeves while she refused to look at you.
"That's such a cute name! I'm Sakura!" you stretch out your hand and she shakes it gently before looking back down. "I didn't see you yesterday gorgeous! Were you in Naoya's room?" you ask as if it's the biggest gossip, trying to get information but seem normal.
She utters a "No" and you can hear her voice breaking. You bend down to your knees to look at her to see tears falling down her cheeks.
"Hey, what's wrong?" you're wiping them off.
"My father is in the fireworks business," she says so quietly "so Nao- I mean- Leader Naoya offered an invite for tonight"
"Fireworks...?" you're scrambling through the multiple pages you memorised. Why would she be here?
"I can't say too much," she says rubbing her eyes "But please, he has something planned that's not what it seems" she holds your hands looking desperately at you.
"The sixth day" she squeezes your hands "I really hope you're one of the good ones"
"Babyyyyyy~" a loud slur comes from outside the bathroom, and you're praying to god it's not who you think it is. But that voice is too familiar for you to not recognise.
"Don't worry, I am" you squeeze tight onto her hand, making sure to keep in mind her face and name.
You mouth a 'sorry' to her and step out to be met with none other than shit-faced agent Frost leaning against the wall with a glass in his hand.
"I misssssed you" he says, taking another sip of his drink, to which you stop him and take the glass to your own hands.
"You better be faking" you say through your teeth with the biggest grin on your face since you felt a few members looking. He leans down to your ear, the cold lining of his glasses touching your temple.
"I think I'm doing a pretty good job, don't you think?" he traces a finger from the hem of your dress to your hip, causing you to shiver under his touch.
"I g-guess," you lean to his touch, putting a hand to his face to bring him close to your ear, and he drunk 'stumbles' a little "I know something about that girl next to Nao-"
"They can read your lips" he stops you, grip tighter on your hip - warning you. Since his head was behind you, no one could read his. You continue putting on your act of giggling.
"Did you get info on her? Laugh on my shoulder if yes" and so you do, your forehead resting on him as if like he's said the funniest joke ever.
"Good," his voice is low against your ear, and his lips are brushing against them "Since they're still looking, I gotta drag this out, so–" his fingers roam across the fabric of your dress.
"–this is the part where I say dirty little things I'm gonna do to you tonight" his hand is lowering to your hip, grazing your garter, lightly tugging you closer to him, his lips right near your neck now.
"–since i'm supposedly drunk, let's assume some pretty bold things" he lifts his head to your cheek.
"–hmm, you're great at acting flustered, I'll give you that" you can feel the smile in his words.
Except none of that was an act from you.
You push him off gently, smiling and tucking your hair behind your ear.
"Oh, stop it babe!" cringing at yourself internally.
"Hey Rantaaaaaa! quit talking dirt to your womannnn and come drin– drink with me" Naoya slurs barely lifting his cup.
"Yesssss" Gojo 'slurs' back, guiding you back to the chair where he pours you a drink too, and all of you cheers, taking the whole thing.
But you didn't realise it was neat vodka. Trying not to make too much of a scene from the strong taste on your tongue and throat, you smile and blink a little too fast. Your vision already starting to blur and slurring your words.
The whole time, all of them were talking and cheering, but so did you, that first shot taking way too much of an effect than you expected. Gojo tried alerting you with slight taps on your thigh but it really wasn't helping.
He knew you were a lightweight, but not this quick. Expensive liquor was always the strong kind anyways.
"Yeahhhhhh, shotttsssss!" you were slurring and Naoya along with the other members were also enjoying you, clinking glasses and taking a drink, the girl next to him secretly giggling at the both of you. Thankfully bubbly was a also a part of your drunk self.
"Sorry gentlemen, but I might have to call it a night" Gojo says, standing up and fixing his suit.
"Awwww shucksssss" Naoya mumbles but immediately moves on to a bucket beside him. Guess he had one too many.
Helping you up, he had his arm around your waist for you to balance and takes you out the room, looking around to check if anyone was there to talk.
"How on earth do you get so drunk so fast?" he asks laughing and so do you.
"Yess, I'm veryyyyy fast you know" and you accidentally trip over a tile, stumbling forward but he catches you fast by your waist.
With not enough time to process, you feel an arm behind your knees and suddenly you're lifted to the air.
"I really hope you don't remember this tomorrow" he adjusts you and continues walking in long strides. It's like you weighed nothing as he carried you in his arms, swaying your feet and holding onto his shoulders while you mumbled things like- 'don't drop me' 'i'll kill you if you do'
Biting his lips from laughter to your silly comments, he unlocks the door to your room with ease and kicks it to close, making sure your head didn't hit any surface. Somehow, from the two-minute walk from the third to the second floor, you had fallen asleep.
He lays you down gently on the bed. Putting his hands on his hips, he shakes his head thinking about how you acted tonight, finding it both hilarious and entertaining. He looks to your heels, hating himself for taking them off for you and also putting a bedsheet on you.
He gets into bed as well, completely exhausted from talking nonsense with Zenins and the alcohol hitting him just a bit as well. But his thoughts are interrupted by your hands on his torso, mumbling something and scooting close to him so your head rested on his chest.
He's as stiff as a board at first, as you adjusted and cuddled him. Heat rises to his face and his heart is pounding so hard he thinks it might just wake you.
Why the fuck do I feel like this? For Viper? Really!?
Arm sprawled below you, he slowly raises it and pats your back, causing you to let out a satisfactory hum and scooch even closer.
What am I doing. Just one of the thousand contemplations in his head.
His other arm covers his eyes, disappointed in his thoughts as he continues to lightly pat you comfortingly.
"You drive me crazy" he whispers, before also gradually falling asleep himself.
"So, you're a big cuddler, huh?" he asks in his morning groggy voice. You blush from embarassment.
"Listen, I was drunk," you reason "And I'm sorry that I was, it could've threatened the whole mission and it was stupid"
"Well, to be fair, you actually really fit the 'Sakura' cover you have, so really, it was a good thing you got drunk"
"Oh, then I take my apology back"
"Uhh no, I don't think you remember mumbling that you love kissing me in your sleep" he grins "I might need an apology for that Viper"
Did I say that? Oh my god, did I? C'mon think think think–
"Wow, I'm kidding Viper," he says waving his hand "Hmmm, so you did–"
And that's how you found out pillows were definitely an effective way to shut someone up.
"Finally, what took so long? I just spoke with Yaga and-"
There he was, blood stained on his white t-shirt as he took off his running hoodie.
The whole day, he hadn't come back at 10am like he usually does. He went for his morning run to meet with the other members but 12 rolled around and since you started getting worried, you checked on his tracker, asked Yaga for info from his wired mic, and even thought about stepping out the room but you couldn't. You just had to wait for him.
Now here he was, with blood all over his clothes with what looked like a stab wound on his waist.
"What!? Oh my god what happened?" you rush over to him, analysing his wound, which looked pretty deep but stitches seemed enough for it.
"I met with that girl– fuck what's her name? Mika's father? fireworks guy" his voice is unstable and he's doing his best to seem like he's not in pain, but it really was.
"Fuck, we can't stain the carpet, come to the bathroom" he walks over, taking off his shirt carefully, wincing a little at the pain from his abdomen flexing.
Your jaw slightly drops at what you're seeing.
Multiple cuts decorated all over his body from past missions, splattered across from his shoulders all the way to where his abs end. White healed scars, some deep, some light, all across his pale skin. His lean physique dripping with beads of sweat prominent under the bathroom lighting, and angular muscles defined as if someone drew them on.
You tilt your head, trailing his scars all over him, and he finds it adorable. Now you knew why he always wore long-sleeved sweaters.
For the longest time, he was quite ashamed of his scars, unable to bring himself to reveal it to even close friends but with you, it wasn't all that bad.
You spot the deep-cut wound on the side of his waist, right below his ribs – luckily nothing too critical.
"Hold on, let me pull out the med-kit Nobara packed"
"For once," you cut him off "Shut the fuck up and let me help you"
He lets out a long exhale, and nods unwillingly.
"Can you sit down on the sink?"
"Can I?" he teases but immediately regrets it from the pain shooting up his stomach. He wasn't used to this. Someone caring for him, treating him. After every mission, he would come home and apply medicine and bandage himself to the best of his efforts. So this was new to him.
"Just- just lean on it" he does as you say, grabbing onto the counter, his knuckles turning white. You wipe off the wound with an antiseptic, causing him to throw his head back and slightly whimper.
"I am! Shut up, I need to focus, don't move"
"Are you sure you know how to do this?"
"Yes Frost, not my first rodeo"
"Okay but stitching doesn't seem like your thing–"
Threading the needle carefully, you hold onto his abdomen and start stitching him up, which automatically made him shut up. With the most focused look on your face, he takes a moment to look at you, making sure to not move an inch. Over the years, you had learnt from Shoko how to do extensive medical care, which helped alot with other agents as well as yourself, so you did a neat job.
"Can you please tell me what the fuck happened?" you ask stitching up the last few parts of the cut.
"I was on my usual run but saw this shed at the back of this house where I saw a man sneak into– fuck slowly Viper please" a whimper leaves his throat as you tighten the stitches. You can't help but feel slightly aroused with how he sounded.
"I know it hurts, deal with it"
"Fuck you," he barely manages to say "Anyways– ah fuck– I managed to also sneak in but was met with that girl's father, which I knew from the matching necklace he had with her" you bite off the thread, so close to his stomach he's blushing from the act. Cleaning it with another antiseptic, he can't help but rest his head on your shoulder.
"Sorry, Just- just stay like this, give me a second" he takes a deep breath, and it's making your whole body warm. From this position, you could see the mirror behind him, his back muscles flexing from the grip he has on the counter, and his head on you. It was all so close. Too close.
He backs away, "–And he had a gun, I acted like Ranta but he was too afraid so when I calmly approached him, he stabbed me" he points his finger to the wound "I managed to disarm him and ask him a couple of questions, but yeah, it ties down with the 'sixth day' his daughter was talking about"
"Right, the fireworks?" taking a white bandage, you begin unrolling it and guiding it around his waist but his hand stops you.
"Yes fireworks," his face is inches away from yours "please just let me do this"
"Let me finish what I started"
"You're so stubborn, you know that?"
"Mhm, you're welcome by the way"
Wrapping it around his waist, he continues telling you about the info he got. Your face inching nearer when it goes around his back, only reminding you of the incident at the storage room.
Which was on both of your minds. Endless amounts of tension. It was maddening.
"Thanks, Viper" he says softly as you wrap it one last time tying it together, the middle of his torso now covered by a neat bandage.
Nodding as a 'welcome', the scars on his body are compelling your gaze. You couldn't even count how many from just the front, let alone the back as well. All of them a shade lighter than his skin, some of them so deep it created dents on his supple skin, and some like light brush strokes.
"Most of them are from my first few missions" you notice how you're gawking at him and immediately reset your stance. "Wasn't very good at combat in the beginning, especially with the insane missions Yaga were sending me on. But each scar helped me get better I guess"
"Sorry, I- I shouldn't have–"
"Nah, I don't mind," he shrugs his shoulders "It's you"
After a few seconds of antagonising tension once again, both of you escalate into a competition on who's better at stitching, and end the night at another dinner buffet successfully fooling all the Zenin members, finally ending up back in a bed with extra rose petals to not repeat what happened that morning.
After the usual day of you setting up more wires across the house vents, updating objectives with Yaga, and Gojo interacting with Zenins, the night finally rolled around.
Tonight, you and Gojo had to dance with each other – a tradition for them. Nervous the whole day, you had replayed the dance steps countless times. As an agent, you were already skilled in multiple dance styles, so you both didn't need to practice it again.
Picking out the dress special for the occasion, you admired yourself in the mirror for a second. Dark burgundy sheer that tightly draped around your silhouette, along with loose frills at the end of the dress to suit the theme – which was longer at the back and a daunting slit in the front. It was sleeveless, highlighting your shoulders and straightened hair.
But you were struggling to zip up the very last bit of the dress from the back. Grunting, you reach out, stretching as much as you could but you just couldn't.
"Hey uh, hate to ask, but what's going on in there?". Accepting defeat you open the bathroom door.
"What's the magic word?" he teases as you turn around, putting your hair in front of you.
"Definitely not a magic word"
He slowly moves the zipper up, his finger brushing over the skin of your back. But before you can say anything but thank you, he moves close to your ear.
"You don't look too bad in that dress"
Both of you were starting to get quite comfortable acting as a couple. It wasn't as infuriating to be inches close to each other anymore.
It was quite the opposite.
It made both of you increasingly tensed more than anything else.
Made you think about how it 'more' might feel like.
How he zipped you up, whispers in your ear, hands wrapping around you. How he kissed you.
He takes your hand and guides you to the middle of the dance floor, putting your hands on his shoulder and his on your waist.
Throughout the dance, both of you end up having amazing dance chemistry impressing the members, twirling and matching to the band playing in ways the mafia hadn't seen in a while. All of them give you two space and clap as he lifts you up and spins you around, ending it with the usual stunt you see in every romance movie – him holding you with one arm and your hands almost touching the floor – and you're surprised he's doing all this with a wound on his waist.
Lifting you back up, a slow jazz starts to play and all the couples join the floor, swaying slow to the soft saxophone. Trying to catch your breath, both of you do the same.
"Where in the fuck did you learn to dance like that," you ask astonished at how he guided you without a single mishap "I know damn well that was not from spy training" He chuckles.
"Did dancing as an extra-curricular during high school believe it or not"
"Well, it came in handy, I think they like this Ranta more than the real one" you whisper to his ear.
There's that low tone that sends shivers down your spine again.
"Whatever" you mumble. He gasps like he's in shock, sarcastically obviously.
"Wait– was that a compliment!? I sure hope the department is seeing this right now"
"Haha, very funny" you stomp on his foot with your heel and his eyes widen, you keep a smile on your face "Oh! so sorry baby! didn't mean to". He winces.
Words that so naturally slide off his tongue.
Conversations you two are having, and you're confused if it's an act or if it's real. Were you starting to be decent to each other? Is he actually not that bad? Would he kiss you like that again?
"Seriously, what makes you zone out so much?"
You don't realize you're looking right in his eyes– well his glasses actually – but they weren't a bother for you at this point. Magnetic pink lips that have your eyes back on it. Only bringing you back to the memory glued to your brain.
His grip on your waist tightens, and his jaw is clenching trying to maintain composure.
Your breath hitches, and so does his. Eyes meeting each other with soul full of impulse, lust and adrenaline.
Not a healthy combination.
"We shouldn't be doing this" you mumble against his lips, struggling to close the door to your room behind you.
"We shouldn't" he agrees.
You can't even take a second to breath as tongues immediately get involved, moaning to the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth.
He lifts you up, pinning you against the wall and gripping onto your ass to keep you stable as he continues inhaling your kisses.
"I know you kept thinking about this" he smirks against your skin, moving down to your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.
"I know you did too– ugh fuck"
Grabbing onto his shoulders for balance, you feel yourself be carried and knees rest on the soft material of the mattress.
Straddling him, your fingers tangle once more in the locks of hair you wanted to ever since that night, bringing him in deeper.
He's lost all control of himself, hands pulling you in closer from your neck, then your waist, hips and all over again. A man in need.
"God, you looked so fucking beautiful tonight," he kisses and bites on your earlobe "I lost it"
His hands on your back pulling you closer, undoes the zip he so desperately wanted to, the dress loosening from the front.
You grind on the thick part of his fabric, your underwear already drenched from kissing, and him with precum staining his tux pants.
"Yeah?" you taunt him, intentionally riding your hips rough against his pants, his dick only getting harder.
"Oh– fuck" he rides his own hips up against yours "You're threatening my job, Viper"
"So are you, Frost" pinning him down to the bed, you kiss him down his neck and chest, unbuttoning his shirt below you, so fast that you were down to the last one until–
"Not so fast" he flips you over swiftly, your back landing on the mattress before you can even think and he's back to catching your lips in a mess of a kiss.
"I don't think so" you flip him back, sitting down on his hips and making sure he looked at you as you unbuckled his belt, throwing it somewhere to the floor. He slightly winces, and you think it's his wound "Fuck s-sorry–"
But once again, right when you unzip his pants, in a blink of an eye, your back to where you were before, looking up at him.
"Didn't anyone teach you about never keeping your guard down?"
He pouts mockingly, kissing your lips since he can't get enough, and starts pecking your chin and neck. You try once again to flip him over but he pins your hips down the mattress.
"I admire your efforts," he trails kisses down your neck, collarbone, chest and the fabric still on your stomach, then looks up at you "but your stubbornness can take a seat this time"
From between your thighs, you gasp when he literally rips your dress from the slit completely in two, in complete awe of the sight of you from above him.
"You can't just fucking rip my–" Coming back up, he kisses and sucks on your tits, sending you to orbit when he bites them "–oh my god"
Smirking at your reactions, he moves the tip of his tongue from between your breasts allllll the way down to your navel, leaving a wet trail across your skin.
He brings you closer to him, your back sliding against the mattress, and rough hands putting your thighs above his shoulders – and to no surprise, rips your underwear just as easily too. Not even taking a second to contemplate, when he dives his face between the aching space between your thighs, dragging his tongue across your slit.
"Fuck, what are you doing to me?" he mumbles, vibrating right on your clit, jolting through your body and arching your back. Flattening his tongue, he rolls it around your cunt before sucking onto your clit, spreading you wider with his two fingers so he could drink more of you, causing you to moan out when he does.
"Mmm, I'm really hoping viper's aren't poisonous" he looks back up at you while his tongue is doing all the work, nose rubbing on your pulsing clit.
"I swear, stupid shit only ever comes out of your dumb– really really good mouth"
That's the only thing to come out of your lips when he starts lapping his tongue up and down at a speed that's got your body weak and hips rutting into his groaning hot mouth. He's opening it wider to your cunt, liquids filing up in his throat as he goes at it. Biting your clit, and doing it all over again– it's sending you off the edge.
"You bitch" he sucks onto your clit– pop! and hovers his hot agape mouth over your throbbing needy pussy.
"Fine, please" you wrap your fingers in his hair, putting him back where he wanted "Satoru, please–" and he's in a complete frenzy. Like you've just unlocked some filthy new part of him.
He slips two fingers in you, in and out while he just kept making out with your cunt the same needy desperate way he did with your lips minutes ago. And it was driving you fucking insane.
Continuing with sloppy wet strides across and pumping his long curved fingers in you, something else managed to stimulate you further.
Zenin rings. Two of them.
Cold, engrained and hitting nerve endings you didn't even know about as he continued thrusting them in and out of you, faster and faster. With his teeth and lips sucking on your clit harder.
"F-fuck you for- oh- this"
Your back is arching, thighs shaking on his shoulders, and toes curling while his half-lidded eyes are focused on hitting spots that had that familiar drop in your lower stomach. Rutting your hips into his mouth one last time, you're tugging a handful of his hair with one, and the other's gripping onto the sheets as you finally cum in his mouth, crying out his name.
But he doesn't waste any of your precious juices spilling out of you, slurping up every bit and collecting every drop in his slippery tongue. He leaves a kiss on your puffy clit and comes back up in the form of little pecks across your body, meeting you back trying to catch your breath.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you about never letting your guard down?"
Flipping him over so you were on top, you pin down his hips and lock him in with your knees, not giving him enough time to process your actions. His face has the biggest grin with his drunk-hooded eyelids, licking his lips to get a hint of you - his skin supple with your slick shining on it.
“I think you might need some re-training, Toru” placing your hands on his stomach away from his bandage, you let your fingers trace his scars, his body shuddering under your touch. Each scar soft and slightly damp from his sweat, every movement of your fingertips making his boxers tighter and tighter, pulse so fast his head’s in a daze.
“Wow seriously, what are you, my teach- oh” you palm the hardness in his boxers, pressing down just slightly.
“Never let your guard down, which you clearly haven’t practiced enough” he tries to lift himself up with his elbows but you’re faster, pinning down his shoulders and shaking your head mocking him. He hates how he much he’s enjoying this. You sit back down slow on his hips, hovering yourself over his crotch.
“Two,” reaching to the waistband, you pull it down and his impatient cock springs out of his boxers. Admiring his veiny length and pink-flushed tip, you can’t help but stutter at the sight, pussy clenching onto nothing at just the thought of him inside you.
“Never break your cover until you’re absolutely sure” - holding onto his fat cock, you delve your puffy folds against it’s sensitive tip, fluttering your hole around it just once.
He doesn’t say a word, except a groan that escapes his lips somehow, throwing his head back and pulling back the few strands of hair on his forehead.
Rocking your hips back and forth against his blunt tip, he’s losing his patience more and more. Keeping your hands on his chest for balance, it’s starting to rise up and down in an unstable rhythm as you keep antagonising him - his leaking pre and your slick giving more lube for you to keep it justttt at your entrance.
“Okay! please Viper, please I can’t– I need you– please”
“Aww, are you absolutely sure?” You’re doing your best to keep up the act as well, knees giving out and sliding down the mattress.
“Yes, yes I’m so– I’m so sure” his hands are on your thighs and they’re shaking from anticipation of what you’ll do next, eyes closing and adam’s apple bobbing.
Sliding down his length, each and every inch stretching you out further and further. Nails scraping on his chest and inner thighs quivering to adjust, you’re whimpering from the pain mixed with pleasure.
“Fuck, wh– what about– mm– lesson three huh?” He’s trying to laugh but it comes out as a groan.
“You never know when to– oh good god– shut up”
After a minute of groans, whimpers and moans to adjust to his fat length and him to your walls that feel like heaven, you finally sink almost all of him in.
“God, you’re taking me sooo well” guiding you with his hands, he’s holding on to your hips to keep you sinking down down down– but he hits a spot that’s got you squelching between his legs and leaving red marks on his skin.
“You feel sooo good, keep doing that– fuck” he doesn’t even know what he’s saying. Lifting his hips up desperately, he’s somehow stretching you out even more. But, sitting pretty on his hips, you don’t move yet, gummy walls fluttering and still moulding to him.
“Are- are you-,” his eyes widen “cockwarming me!?”
“Lesson three” you whine, his cock twitching in you.
“Never– and I mean, n–never,” you squeeze his cock one time “engage in sexual activities with your partner”
Smirking, you hold down his horrible attempts at rutting his hips upwards, and keep him warming up in you, thickening by every second, twitching and making obscene sounds every time your soft velvety walls closed in on him.
Obviously, this ‘lesson three’ was farrrr from broken, but this need to prove yourselves to each other was something already well acquainted between you two - clearly worse for him.
He looks down to you, eyelashes wet from his glassy eyes with the combination of insane pleasure, thrill and pain this was giving him. Trying to hold himself back from cumming in you solely from being inside you. And, trying not to lose it from the slight bulge he can see from your lower stomach.
“Oh, I’m getting bored Satoru, might as well give up” you act out a yawn.
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
What you didn’t notice was his thumb sliding down your inner thigh to your swollen clit, rubbing circles on it.
“I- I would” he’s pressing it down and circling it, just enough to make the absolute obscenity beneath you even wetter, leaking down his length and dripping down to his balls.
“Oh- oh god” you grab onto his hand to try and move it away but it only brings it closer. You’ve lost all control of yourself, hips disobeying you.
Moving it just once, both him and you groaning from the movement.
It’s like you’ve completely lost hold of the brakes when your hips start slamming into each other.
Pounding and pounding, thrusting and thrusting, creating enough friction to make you cry out his name - tears falling down your cheeks from the pleasure you can finally feel.
He’s holding onto your hips for dear life, ramming his cock deeper in you with every thrust, grunting and calling out your pretty name. Practically bouncing on his cock, the bed starts creaking and dips down, a large bang! coming from below you, but none of you could care less.
You don’t even care when he flips you over to the other side, and puts your legs on his shoulders, pounding in you deeper and deeper, hitting so many spots that’s got you screaming for him. He’s got you in a mating press and all this room along with anyone in this floor is hearing, is filth and cries of pleasure - head in a daze, vision blurring and pure elation shooting up your body.
Slamming into you, you squeeze around him, orgasm building up in your lower stomach and both of you keeping up to the reckless pace. In one loud moan - the loudest you think- you cum and so does he, long thick ropes of cum filling you up and leaking down his balls. He thrusts in you one last time, pulsing final drops dripping inside of you.
Not a word is exchanged except long deep breaths and sighs, a bead of saliva falling down the side of your mouth. He rests besides you, slamming into the bed, both of you looking up at the ceiling, to what you can only describe as stars.
“Oh my god,” you breath out, chuckling a little "You gave up”
Bam! and the bed dips down to the floor, wooden slabs appearing on the sides of the bed - everything dissembling. Completely startled, you try to get up but mere tiredness has you back on the bed.
“Wonder what we’ll tell HR about this”
The morning after, both of you agreed it was something that happened in the heat of the moment and it should’ve never happened again.
…and that statement was made useless immediately after that.
Tonight, you and Gojo had finally figured out Mika’s involvement with Naoya and what needed to be done about it. Luckily, the bugs placed around the mansion, and Gojo's info provided more than enough evidence for Yaga to deploy an entire team to infiltrate his Gala - which was shortly lived.
“So let me get this straight,” you’re putting on your earrings ready to go again,
–after Gojo seeing you in yet another outfit drove him insane, that now you two were twenty minutes late to go.
“Mika’s ‘father’ was planning on setting fireworks tomorrow, but they were actually explosives that had gunpowder content?”
“Yup” he’s fixing up his tie, and combing down his hair that was completely scruff – an indicator of your hand grabbing onto it.
“And his name was Mahito?”
“And Mika is just an actress planted to make everyone think she was Naoya’s girlfriend but she was just getting insider info”
“Wow, I never thought of it to come out that way,” you look at yourself in the mirror, nodding now that you were ready “Mission complete, I guess”
“Hmm, mission complete but we broke every single rule– no wait, lesson right?” He smirks, giving you a peck on your lips, but kissing you again, hands on either side of your cheeks. He stares into your eyes for a second, flickering to your lips.
“Toru, we’re already late”
“We’re gonna miss the whole team that’s about to be here in ten minutes”
“This would be highly unprofessional”
“I think we’ve already crossed that boundary, love”
Let’s just say you two never made it through to the end of the mission.
a/n: I know its a sudden ending but, I think it ties down the whole story lmaoo
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