reuniting sex with spoiled nepo baby!gojo
modern au · ceo/heir!gojo x fem!reader · mdni
i made this blog just so i could gush over jjk boys cuz i can't keep it inside me anymore ♡
you hadn’t seen satoru in almost four months.
four months of him jetting between tokyo, new york, paris, milan — “business meetings” that mostly consisted of champagne brunches, yacht parties and posting stories from rooftops you could never afford to stand on. four months of dry “miss u baby ♡” texts at 3 a.m. your time, followed by him falling asleep before you could even reply.
so when he finally shows up at your apartment — unannounced, of course — wearing that stupidly expensive cream linen shirt with the top four buttons undone and those stupidly pretty blue eyes hidden behind even stupider sunglasses, you don’t even let him finish his smug little “miss me?”.
you grab him by the collar and drag him inside.
the door slams. his back hits the wall. sunglasses clatter to the floor.
“four months,” you breathe against his mouth, already yanking at his belt. “four fucking months, satoru.”
he laughs — that low, spoiled, velvet laugh that always makes your thighs clench — and lets you manhandle him like he’s doing you a favor by allowing it.
“i know, i know,” he purrs, long fingers sliding under your shirt, cool against your skin. “i’m the worst boyfriend ever. let me make it up to you, yeah?”
you don’t answer with words. you answer by shoving his trousers down just enough and dropping to your knees.
his head thuds back against the wall when your mouth closes around him — hot, wet, no teasing, no preamble. just pure, desperate need.
“fuck—baby—” his voice cracks, one hand tangling in your hair immediately. “shit, you’re so—hah—mean when you’re mad.”
you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper. he groans loud enough that your neighbors probably heard.
he doesn’t last long — not when you’ve been apart this long, not when you’re sucking him like you’re trying to punish him and reward him at the same time. his hips jerk, thighs trembling, and then he’s spilling down your throat with a broken moan of your name.
you pull off slowly, lips shiny, glaring up at him.
he’s panting, cheeks flushed, hair a mess, looking far too pretty for someone who just came in under two minutes.
“that was supposed to be round one,” you mutter, standing up and shoving him toward the bedroom. “you’re not done.”
he lets you push him onto the mattress, grinning like he won the lottery.
“oh i’m not?” he drawls, already pulling you down on top of him. “then punish me properly, baby. i’ve been so bad.”
you straddle his hips, grinding down against him — he’s already half-hard again, because of course he is. spoiled, insatiable, greedy.
“you’re gonna stay right here,” you tell him, nails digging into his chest through the thin linen. “no running off to another continent. no disappearing for weeks. you’re gonna fuck me until i can’t walk, and then you’re gonna stay and hold me all night.”
his grin softens into something almost tender.
“deal,” he whispers, hands sliding up your thighs, guiding you down onto him. slow. deep. filling.
you both moan at the same time.
“missed you,” he breathes against your neck as he starts to move — lazy, luxurious thrusts like he has all the time in the world now that he’s finally here. “missed this. missed my girl.”
you bury your face in his throat, clinging to him.
“don’t leave again,” you whisper.
he kisses your temple, hips rolling up harder now, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl.
“not going anywhere,” he promises, voice low and wrecked. “gonna stay right here and spoil you stupid.”
over and over. until the sheets are soaked, your thighs are shaking, and the only thing left in the room is the sound of his soft “i love you”s murmured against your skin like a prayer.
when you finally collapse on his chest, sweaty and spent, he wraps both arms around you — tight, possessive, like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go.
“never leaving again,” he mumbles into your hair, already half-asleep.
you press a kiss to his collarbone.
“good. ‘cause i’d hunt you down.”
you smack his chest weakly.
he just holds you tighter.
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