⡴ utterly whipped gojo claiming he’s just ‘giving you a massage’ (smut) ⡴ 0.8k words [ 1 , 2 ]
it’s another one of those nights where gojo will show up your door with takeout—no call or text and certainly no invite— like a lost puppy, pleading with you to just let him in and you two can watch a movie.
he didn’t even look disappointed when you claimed you were way too tired to have sex with him, assuming that was his primary motive, and even smiled.
“i can give you a massage while you talk about your day?” his puppy dog eyes bore into you from across the coach as he suggests it.
and that’s how you ended up lying flat on your stomach in the middle of your living room, with gojo’s large hands span across your shoulders. his legs straddle your hips, basically keeping your lower body captive under his large frame.
“so what happened at work today, baby?” he asks, voice calmer and more sultry than usual—did he not listen to you when you said no sex tonight? he sounds like he’s trying to seduce you. “boss just an asshole?” he rolls his palms around your shoulders, digging in between the blades.
“yea—yeah.” your voice sounds huffed, letting out a sweet sigh to end as his hands knead into your skin again. he tries his best to conceal it but, god, it drives him crazy. “and a customer kept trying to hit on me.” you say it, thinking nothing of it.
“really?” it comes out flat, like he’s trying to ignore your words. you can just hear the pout through his lips.
he leans in closer, hips drawing towards yours. his half hard cock just barely traces over your ass that he’s desperately trying his best not to grab right now. his hands drift lower, converging at the small of your back, pressing deeper into the clothed flesh.
“mmm,” you hum, not even knowing what your doing to him right now. he nudges his dick even closer, the feeling faint over your yoga pants. you arch into his touch, like it’s natural, like you’re not trying to be the sexiest thing he’s ever fucking seen. you moan so faintly when he glides his hands up and down, grabbing at your hips simultaneously, and remedying your tense spine. “satoru.”
he feels so goddamn guilty. he was so sure he could just keep it in his pants this one time and let you decompress from work with him. but now he’s sat here with a raging boner protruding through his sweats the second you say his name. and you say his name so prettily too—prettier than any other girl he’s ever touched.
his huge ass hands go even lower, now, with no shame, landing right on your plump ass.
“satoru, what the fuck are you d—” he presses his hard cock on your body. you feel the sheer heft of it even through his pants as it drops and lands on you. on the back he was supposed to be innocently massaging. an involuntary gasp as you feel it cuts off your words.
he pushes forward, grinding himself deeper into the flesh of you, leaning forward and getting just close enough to whisper in your ear.
“just stay still for me for a minute—yeah?” and with that he continues kneading your soft ass, practically digging his fingers in as he savors every moment. “i’m sorry, baby. y’just feel too good.” he stops for a moment, just a moment. just a moment so he can slip his ego-proportional cock out his pants. he doesn’t even step out them the full way, just takes out his dick and starts rubbing against your ass and back in needy grinds.
his knees spread yours out, making you fall even flatter against the floor with your back slinging into a deeper arch. a deeper arch against his leaking cock.
“haah—don’t be mad, baby, please.” he’s moaning in your ear, sounding straight out of a porno. “i-i’m still your good boy—right? i promise i’ll get you off—mm.. fuck— right after, sweetheart.”
his cock glides easier along your body with the pre-cum dribbling out his tip. he starts grinding even faster and his moans become nearly incoherent, random mewls you never would’ve guessed came out of his mouth.
he feels like he’s on cloud nine. his eyes roll back, his toes curl beneath his socks and he has to bite his lip to hold back a plea for ‘mommy’. his orgasms basically jumpscares him. before he even knows it he’s shooting globs of cum all over your back and rubbing it in deeper with his—still moving out of pure instinct— tip.
it seems he got more out of this massage than you.
