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Chapter 2
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BETWEEN TWO FIRES
Chapter 2
Suguru wasnât just annoyed, he was immensely pissed.
That night, he found your phone number almost by accident.
He had been looking at your profile picture for a while, enjoying your wonderful features, disfigured by the scar he had inflicted on you.
It had been tremendously sad to leave Jujutsu Tech, but he had done it with the knowledge of how rotten that system was.
Of all his fellow warlocks, you and Satoru were the ones he most regretted.
It was something he would never admit, he had to be strong, and not just for himself, but for you.
On the other hand, he knew it, you were such a beautiful and pretty thing, and in the midst of a world of sorcerers and cursed spirits you were like a flower in the winter snow.
Your sweet face spoke for itself, completely in conflict with the shriveled scar. It still looked like a charm.
Was he obsessed with you? Maybe.
He had a feeling that being by your side could hurt you, impregnated you with his disgusting curses.
If he tried to touch you, he was sure he would get you dirty.
Yet the feeling of power that left him this awareness was not unpleasant.
The idea of making you completely his, of ruining you, was one of his greatest perversions.
So, when he wrote to you, and he didnât get an immediate response, he started getting agitated.
Who were you with?
What were you doing?
Why didnât you answer him?
What if you changed your number?
As he realized that reacting in such an exaggerated manner made no sense, he heard his room door open.
« Geto-sama...», Nanako had entered weeping, «I had a bad dream».
The blinking lights of the four arrows of a taxi stunned your eyes.
You hated the city, and all the hustle and bustle that followed. Even though youâve been living in Tokyo for years, youâd never get used to its routine.
You had always lived in a small village adjacent to the sea.
The coast was your home, as was the foamy sea and the sand you loved to tread on barefoot.
Here instead the only thing you could see were the large skyscrapers that were lost in the sky, the noisy cars and the swarming masses of people.
As if it had been a great anthill, Tokyo used to run you over with its worker ants, who, even though it was late, were still around with the briefcase in hand.
It was barely 22:00, the nightclubs were crowded already from nine, and you were still, glued to the screen of your phone, while you carried a smoking cigarette to your lips.
Golden Gai had been a post-war black market and then a brothel, turned into a pub village. It was a great place for young people and for those looking for adventure and some drinking. This traditional "drinking district", consisting of narrow streets filled with dozens of tiny bars, was a tangle of endless signs and lights.
Your decision to show up for the appointment was made after several mental collapses.
You cried an hour in Gojoâs fancy bathtub, and you didnât stop.
You continued your nervous outburst on your way home, in the kitchen table while you tried to eat a bite of sautĂ©ed salmon rice, and on the way to Suguruâs designated location in the message.
You felt so stupid, so emotionally down and pathetic.
You did what you could while trying to cover your red eyes and red nose.
When you cried, your face turned red, lately it was something you couldnât stand.
You hated seeing the redness peeping out more and more at every tear, not to mention how the corners around your eyes burned.
Your sensitive skin after several hours, could no longer stand the salty and wet liquid of your tears.
What about that scar? You found it disgusting.
A car horn shook you from your thoughts.
You sucked nicotine into one last, needy shot. As you noticed the combustion getting more insistent, you noticed a hand approaching the cigarette butt.
Long, tapered fingers took the cigarette from your lips, leading your eyes to follow it.
«This is one of Shokoâs bad habits».
Your lips tightened, your blood bubbled as your cheeks turned red.
Two obsidian beads peered down at you, not letting you escape.
If only your legs had allowed you to escape from that situation, you would have done it immediately, but the surprise effect had glued you to the pavement.
«Hello», he said it so casually, that for a moment you wondered if he was actually the exact same guy youâd met in school.
Standing straight, you frowned as you watched your last shot fall, and then vanish, crushed under Suguruâs shoe.
«At the end you came, Iâm happy», he continued with a smile, carrying his hands in his pockets.
Your feelings were mixed. If in one hand you wanted to throw your arms around his neck, on the other you still felt the weight of the unpleasant events, those that had affected your face smeared with blood.
You hoped he would look at your scar and feel bad. You hoped he would feel guilty, you prayed he wouldnât sleep at night.
«I am not, I am not happy», you had hissed imitating him, carrying your hands in the pockets of the jacket.
«Oh», he had looked at you more intensely, «I donât feel like I forced you».
Suguru was not a simple soul to talk to. He was smart, always ready to trick you, and since you werenât stupid, you avoided responding to his provocations.
«If you have to speak, do it now», your look was intensified.
You assumed from the texts he sent you, he had some issues to sort out.
«Oh, I meant to do it while we were sitting, maybe while having a drink», he kept that mysterious veil on himself, as he always tried to have a monopoly on you and your decisions.
He was manipulative, what did you expect?
«Your fingertips are frozen and your nose is red. You are trembling like a leaf, let's go inside», he had offered you his hand, but you had hit it with an elbow, walking beyond, refusing his kindness and ignoring his care for you.
You know, it was just a trick.
«Ok...», you said frosty.
The place he chose was one of those pubs where music broke your eardrums.
The eavy metal band that sounded, seemed quite influential, you had noticed it by the number of people under the small stage.
The cramped place, too small to hold all those people, made you slightly agitated.
To make matters worse, it was Suguruâs chest colliding with your back.
«Sorry», he had told you leaning his hands along your arms, «they pushed me».
You sighed as your heart was about to explode.
His perfume had not changed over the years, perhaps in addition you only noticed a slight hint of bergamot, lightened by what could be the scent of his shampoo and body wash.
You had swallowed, fortunately the pounding music had the power to cover the sound of your heart.
«Come, I booked a more secluded table», he had whispered in your ear.
You now understood why he chose Shinjuku as a meeting place.
It was known that the neighborhood was the busiest in Tokyo, but at the same time it was known as a red light district.
If you had to mix easily in the crowd, thatâs where you had to take refuge in Shinjuku.
And since Suguru was a wanted criminal, it didnât seem strange.
The pub was poorly lit, with secluded rooms, and it didnât take much to understand why.
Not when you saw a rundown woman being dragged into one of the private cabins between disgusting kisses.
You followed Suguruâs broad shoulders through the hallway full of rooms, trying to avoid the thirsty looks of men and women now more than shine.
If there was one thing that you could not stand, it was these uncomfortable situations, in fact, when you had preceded Suguru, entering the room, you had taken a breath of relief.
As the sorcerer closed the door, you began to relax your ears, sitting at the foot of a solid wood kotatsu.
Same thing Suguru did, standing right in front of you.
«Are you ok?» while you were taking off your jacket, you had skipped to answer his question.
«What do you want Suguru? After all this time, not even a stupid message, an insignificant call, and now? What happened?» You didnât want to go around the obvious.
Suguru looked at you, leaning an elbow in the coffee table, and holding his chin on the palm of his hand, he smiled at you.
«I have already told you, things are not left half-»
«I donât know what you are talking about, Suguru. The more I look at you, the more I get angry».
Geto's hand had approached yours, he had clutched it, bringing you near him.
«I just wanted to see you, Izumi».
«I donât believe you», you sayed, escaping from its clutches.
«Do you really believe that, after all that you have done, I will be condescending?».
«No, but you could at least let me speak».
His eyes had become darker, a shadow had crept into his features, and for a moment you had a slight fear.
You knew how much Suguru had above your abilities, not for nothing he was a special level, while you had stopped at the first level.
Feeling his aura change, your shadow began to stretch.
«Hold it at bay, Iâm not going to hurt you».
«Then change that fucking attitude!» You said, as you tried to calm your dark shadow that was slowly growing on the wall behind you.
«Are you still struggling to contain emotions? Are you afraid? Is that why that thing is so agitated?».
With a fit of rage, caught in the act, you had a hand to the collar of his sweatshirt.
«You are wrong».
«All right», he said, raising his hands as a sign of surrender, «then letâs talk civilly, will you?».
Getoâs eyes were studying you, he was probably the only person in the world to understand your emotions completely.
So when you denied your fear and he went along with it, you knew he did it just to please your pride.
You were afraid of him, yes.
That was the truth, but could he blame you?
He killed an entire village, his parents, and then he was gone.
He was a mass murderer, he had completely lost his mind, and while you had been wondering for years why such an extreme gesture, you had come to the conclusion that you didnât want to know.
The only ones who saw him last were Shoko and Satoru, but you stayed at Jujutsu Tech, thinking about your sins alone, without anyone knowing.
On that fateful day in fact, Suguru was not alone.
You had joined his mission, lately you saw him always gloomy and sad: maybe he would have liked a little company.
That day where everything changed, in that small and narrow village you were there too, and what did you do to stop him? The only thing you tried to do was to throw yourself on a childâs body to save him, and now, a terrible scar shriveled in your face.
Your greatest guilt, which you still kept secret, was that you couldnât stop him.
And while he was killing and dismembering, you stood by, covered in blood and fear.
The child looked at you with desperate eyes before dying in your arms, and it was your fault.
Suguru was only seventeen years old, he was gentle, calm, always protecting the weak and always respectful of others.
You never expected to see his degenerate look as he killed and beheaded in cold blood.
The realisation was like a lightning in the clear sky, and even today, in your nightmares you dreamed of his impervious face full of drops of blood returning to your kneeling figure.
«It doesn't matter if you didn't react, Izumi», those words roused you from your intrusive thoughts, taking you back to the walls of the room.
You looked at him, setting your eyes in his.
«It doesnât matter», he continued, «you couldnât have done anything».
Suguru had watched your scar break down as your eyes filled with tears.
Those comforting words, though they came from him, were so surreal to you; you had endured your pain alone for five long years, and now hearing the words you always wanted to hear made you feel less guilty.
«Do they know?» he asked you, tilting his head to the side.
You shook your head, wiping your tears with your sweater sleeve.
If they didnât know you were with Suguru, they didnât even know that the ugly scar that disfigured your face was his fault.
The makeup you wore melted, leaving you exposed.
You were wondering if he was able to see your imperfections now, as well as the scar.
The small illuminated room didnât let Suguru miss any of your expressions.
Tears were still burning in the corner of your eyes, and your nose had definitely turned red. You hated that feeling.
The more you thought about what happened, the tighter your stomach became.
«You could have come with me», the statement had left you stunned.
The violet light of the room now gave way to a bright red light, following the RGB change of the lamp.
«Sure, and be labeled as a murderer? Donât make me laugh Suguru», your sharp words made the deep sea more and more unlivable.
«Yes, but you wouldnât have kept living like that, would you?» your eyes lowered.
You looked at your hands while you tortured your cuticles. What you had to endure over the years was something you would not wish for anyone.
Even Satoru didnât know; you hid your bad mood under your motherâs untimely death. This led him to think that the main problem was the disease that took her away from you as well as an oppressive and patriarchal father.
«The offer is still valid», he said, observing you.
«Donât say shit», you complained, «I have my life to live».
His eyes chained you, they were different from Satoruâs, they put you in terrible awe.
As usual he was unpredictable and you didnât know what to expect from him.
«Yes? I thought you had devoted yourself more to surviving», his words were sharp as your pride struck you.
«It is more honorable to live this way, than to do it as you are doing it», you had not managed to contain yourself.
«And Satoru needs me».
Geto bent his lips upwards, his hair falling down his shoulders as he moved, «Remember this, Izumi: Satoru doesnât need anyone, isnât he the strongest? Unless you mean otherwise».
You stiffened to the allusion, «this Is not your business».
Suguru wrinkled his lips, «Oh~, you opened your legs to him?».
You got up suddenly, slamming your hands in the coffee table, You know what? If you have nothing better to tell me I think that I will go, I do not want to be jerked off by you!».
You took the vest behind you and started getting dressed.
«Sit down», the tone he used did not allow for discussion.
Out of the corner of your eye, you looked at him.
«Why should I?» you challenged him.
«I said, sit down», he didnât need to raise his voice, he was already intimidating enough while his face was pounding.
When the maid entered the cabin, she had brought two straps, two glasses and a small transparent ampoule. You thought it would contain Saké.
«Are you guys okay?»
«Yes, thank you», the change in Suguruâs face left you stunned.
His eyes closed gently and his lips bent upwards in a sweet smile that reminded you of who he once were.
«Perfect! Make yourself comfortable while choosing what to order-»
«Iâll take a Craft Gin Smash», you had interrupted her, resembling yourself in the soft pillow.
«The same», Suguru said, relaxing his nerves when he saw you sitting.
«Sure, two Gin Smash then», taking in her hands the price lists, the maid vanished behind the sliding door, while the light, passed again to purple.
The silence was interrupted only by the muffled music of the club, you were not going to say anything... what would you say?
«Satoru has been busy», he had provoked you, pouring the contents of the ampoule on the two shot glasses, «beyond this how is he?».
You would have liked to answer badly for the umpteenth time, but taking in your hands the small glass container you had opted for a more mature approach.
You had therefore avoided the arrow, swallowing the first sip of that transparent drink.
« None of us are okay. Since Riko and Haibaraâs death, itâs been like an endless dark tunnel. Not to mention the crap you did», your throat burned while you had sent down the second sip.
«Nanami has retired from Jujutsu, Shoko does not speak to me or to Satoru, and then he...», you had restrained your mouth, thinking about the sessions of brutal sex to which he subjected you.
It was handsome, sure, but it was obvious he was using you to ease his upset.
As you thought about the nights you spent being brutally hammered, you wondered if he really wanted your well-being or maybe he just didnât want his.
You were best friends, your relationship stopped being that, he didn't love you, you were aware of it, and yet day after day, you thought that this relationship was slowly emptying you out.
His pent-up anger was all over you, and when Suguru noticed the small hematoma peeping out of your high-neck sweater, he brought a hand towards your face, raising it towards his own.
Two fingers were running down your neck, stopping over the bluish skin.
«You can say "no", you know this? Satoru does not know his limits, not even those of others».
His voice, sweet as honey, caressed the strings of the soul in pain that you were.
«Why do you worry?» you asked, moving his hand apart, «I must remind you how I got this scar? What Satoru does to me is nothing in comparison».
The sense of emptiness was becoming more and more overwhelming in your chest.
Suguru remained silent, moving his hand back to your injured cheek.
«It suits you», he said, leaving you speechless.
You didnât believe your ears when he told you something so vile.
«I am convinced it keeps you tied to me, more than you would like».
Saying "Iâm sorry," it didnât seem like it was the sorcererâs will.
Red with rage, you had tried to respond without succeeding.
While Suguru was showing discomfort, seeing the hematoma in your tender neck, you were reeling at his provocation.
«I have often thought of you in these years».
«That sucks», you said thinking about what he had just said.
«Disgusting?» he repeated, stroking your cheek, hooking his thumb on your rosy lips.
He stroked them, opening them slightly.
«I have not forgotten, and you?».
Your heart had taken a few extra leaps as his thumb worked its way inside your mouth.
His slightly rough finger had come into contact with your tongue.
Looking for it, he began to caress it, giving you several chills.
«Allow me to be beside you», he said, leaning with his other hand over your shoulder.
«Allow me to protect you».
His thumb had wet your soft lips with your own saliva.
«I heard that your mother passed away. Your father is pressuring you, isnât it? And your work as a sorcerer? I knew that you were going to die a few months ago. Without me you are nothing, you canât anything, Izumi».
Waking up from the trance, you shook your head, slapping his hand away.
«I know to look after myself!».
You didnât even wait for your cocktail to arrive, that you took your jacket in your hands, ready to leave.
«You need me».
His eyes were so sharp, you swore he could get past you.
«Iâll be fine this time too, if I get killed, make sure to bring me at least one stupid flower».
Angry, you just opened your mouth without thinking.
It was too much.
You wanted to disappear, you wanted to stop your intrusive thoughts, you hated the way Suguruâs touch and voice made you feel.
It was like a sweet addiction, and yet you knew that if you gave in it would completely wipe you out.
He made you feel pampered and safe, perhaps because no one else knew the truth that tormented you.
But you knew he was a spider ready to lure you into his web.
«I shouldnât have come», you said, and then snuck through the door.
You thought it was over while you were retracing the corridor.
The music was deafening, the people so many to make you vulnerable and when a hand clinged to your wrist, you almost didnât release your shadow to slay the victim.
Without realizing what was going on, you found yourself with your back against the wall and a large body blocking you.
Meanwhile, your shadow danced eerily, manifesting the tension you felt. The situation seemed suspended between the impending chaos and the search for a way out that would not endanger the lives of others.
«Come on Izumi, hurt me if you want it».
Suguru's voice.
His perfume entered your brain, giving you an adrenaline rush.
The blood had gone to your head, and you felt your temples beating frantically to the beat of your heart.
«I tried to go easy on you, but you just donât want to understand, did you?» his nose approached your neck.
«Now stay still, okay?» your body was motionless, your eyes wide, while his mouth was resting in your jaw.
He gave you a wet kiss before he started talking.
«Iâm not going to repeat it twice, so listen carefully», your body was stiff under his touch, so much that he began to hurt your spine.
«What-»
«Shut up», he grabbed your side, making you collided with him.
As much as you wanted to answer, you were silent, too agitated to say a word.
«In these days I will write you, answer, I donât care what you are doing, you will answer».
The threat made you frown, «I wonât do anything you want-»
«Oh, you will», it vigorously pinched you a side, provoking you a long shake of pain.
«You donât want certain things to be known, do you?» your eyes widened, not believing in the blackmail he had put you in front of.
Was it really the Suguru you always knew? Something told you no, as you listened to his words.
«You will do what I will ask to you, no matter what, you will do it».
You wanted to be stronger to kick his ass right now, but you knew that wasnât one of the most reasonable options.
The harshness of his words was like a slap in the face.
He broke away from you, allowing you to breathe, while with an indecipherable look he abandoned you along the pub corridor.
You were in so much trouble.
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( ⥠) pairing : Satoru Gojo x fem!reader
( ⥠) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , Christian Orthodox wedding, idk bro
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The morning sunlight filtered through the large, stained-glass windows of the church, casting colorful beams across the intricately carved wooden pews. You stood before a mirror, heart pounding, adjusting the delicate veil atop your head. The heavy satin of your wedding dress shimmered in the light, and your reflection showed a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.
Outside, the sacred space of the Orthodox church waited for you. Candles flickered gently on tall golden holders, while the air carried a soft scent of incense, symbolizing purification and spiritual devotion. A choir softly sang hymns in the background, their voices harmonizing to create an ethereal atmosphere.
The grand doors of the church slowly opened as you took a deep breath, stepping inside on your fatherâs arm. All eyes turned toward you, but your gaze was locked on one person: Gojo Satoru. Standing tall in his ceremonial black suit and white tie, his usual cocky smirk was softened by an almost reverent expression. His white hair was neatly combed back, but his signature blindfold was gone, allowing his striking blue eyes to catch yours. His gaze held a depth of emotion you rarely saw from him âlove, pride, and a flicker of mischief.
As you approached the altar, Gojo met you halfway, taking your hand in his, his touch warm and grounding. The priest, dressed in traditional Orthodox vestments, began the ceremony with a prayer in ancient tones, invoking blessings upon your union.
The crowning ceremony, a key part of Orthodox weddings, came next. A beautiful, ornate crown was placed gently on your head, and then one on Gojoâs. You could feel the weight of it, not just physically, but symbolically â the responsibility and sacredness of the bond you were forging. Gojo gave you a wink, as if to lighten the moment, but you could tell he was equally moved by the gravity of it.
As the priest led you both in a circle three times around the altar, symbolizing the eternal nature of marriage, Gojo squeezed your hand just a little tighter. You glanced up at him, and he mouthed, âYou look stunning.â Despite the solemnity of the moment, you couldnât help the smile that tugged at your lips.
Finally, after the sacred prayers, the priest invited you to exchange your vows. Gojoâs voice was low but clear, his usual playful demeanor tempered by sincerity.
â I vow to stand by your side through every storm, every trial, and every moment of chaos. No matter what comes our way, Iâll face it with you. My love for you is boundless, stronger than any curse or darkness in this world. I promise to protect you, not just with my strength, but with all of my heart and soul, for as long as I draw breath. You are my light, and I will cherish you, forever. â
Tears pricked your eyes. Your heart swelled as Gojoâs words wrapped around you, filled with love and devotion. With a deep breath, you spoke, your voice soft but steady.
âI have no doubt that life with you will be anything but ordinary, and I wouldnât want it any other way. Youâve shown me what it means to feel safe and loved, even in the face of danger. I vow to be your strength when you need it, to stand beside you no matter how dark things may get. I will love you fiercely, with all that I am, for every moment of this life and whatever comes after. You are my home, and I will protect and cherish that, always.â
With a blessing, the priest signaled the conclusion of the ceremony, and Gojo leaned in to kiss you, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that made your heart swell. The church erupted in applause, the joy of the moment washing over you both.
As you turned to walk down the aisle, now husband and wife, Gojoâs arm wrapped securely around your waist. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice teasing yet full of affection.
âLetâs see if you can handle being Mrs. Gojo. It wonât be easy.â
You laughed softly, your heart soaring. With him, you knew every day would be an adventure â but it was one you were ready to embrace. Together.
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Satoru Gojo. He was the strongest jujustu sorcerer, most intricate, most diligent, and most childish. Satoru Gojo is my teacher.
âGojo sensei!â Yuji came running towards the teacher, Nobara Kugisaki hot on his trail
âHide me sensei!â Yuji quickly hid behind Gojo while the teacher laughed
âIâm gonna kill you Itadori!!â She came running towards him quickly with anger. Megumi sighed following after the two while I chuckled at their interactions. I nudged Megumi playfully
âCâmon âgumi, itâs funnyâ he cracked a small smile. We walked back to the group and while I was amused with the interaction, I couldnât help but be distracted by a certain white haired man. I forced my head to turn to my classmates instead before I lost myself
âY/n please get her!!â Yuji shouted towards me. I laughed at him
âSorry no can do, we have training soon. Gotta go buddyâ I made an excuse to get out of there, leaving Yuji with Nobara. I chuckled at the thought while walking to my dorm to change for our training exercises. I hurried and changed into a pair of shorts and cropped tee before I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to see Nobara
âWeâre about to start trainingâ she looked at my outfit, âwoah, love your outfit!â I thanked her and complimented her outfit. Today was a hot day so it wasnât surprising seeing her in shorts and a tee either. We walked together to the field laughing and talking
Once we showed up we saw Yuji training with panda and Megumi training with Maki. I smiled at the way panda was throwing Yuji
âWhat the hell are they doing?â My voice sounding amused until we heard a voice behind us
âI could ask you the same thingâ I jumped at the voice so close to my ear and turned to see Gojo. Nobara also being scared started to yell at Gojo until Maki called her over. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Gojo
âYou scared meâ I chuckled looking at the man wishing I could stare into his eyes and not a blindfold. He had his infamous smirk plastered on his face
âYou ready for training?â He moved his face closer to mine. My cheeks tented a light pink as I started getting flustered. I moved my face to the side hoping he wouldnât notice
âYeah a-alwaysâ I mentally cursed myself for stuttering. His smirk grew into a cheeky smile
âGood because youâll be training with meâ I turned to him quickly with my eyes wide
âW-what?â I asked in disbelief, âbut Iâm nowhere near as experienced as youâ I tried to reason with him. He had the cockiest smirk on his face
âThatâs why Iâm going to teach youâ he moved in close and whispered right by my ear. My face turned red all the way to the tips of my ears. He leaned back and even though I canât see his eyes a chill went down my spine as his eyes raked over my body
âCute outfit sweetheartâ with a last compliment he was on his merry way down to the other students. I couldnât believe what just happened. Surely I was imagining it, I mean he is THE Satoru Gojo. He wouldnât be flirting with a student like me when he could have anyone he wanted
âY/n!â I was broken out of my thoughts when my name was called over by none other than the man who has me so flustered, âweâre deciding partners, come joinâ his smirk was teasing at this point. I nodded my head and silently walked over to the group
Yuji was paired with panda, Maki was paired with Nobara, and Megumi was paired with Toge. Of course I already knew my partner. I donât understand why he chose me but heâs Satoru Gojo, I canât really question him
Everyone started in hand to hand combat. I looked to Gojo with determination and slight confusion. I got in stance and my nervousness mustâve shown because he lightly chuckled
âOk sweetheart, letâs see what youâve gotâ with two fingers he motioned me forward in a âcome higherâ movement. With a determined look I started a run towards him and tried to blow a hit onto his face but he dodged and grabbed my hand, forcing it behind my back and him right along with it. He leaned in close to me
âGot to be quicker than thatâ His voice seductive giving chills down my spine. With my head unfocused he sweeped my legs from under me and forced me onto my stomach. I moaned out in pain while Gojo internally enjoyed every bit of this predicament
After he let me go we went a couple more rounds that all ended with me in sultry positions. Everyone stopped training when the sun began to set, that was our cue to stop as well. I started packing everything I brought with me and my mind was going a million miles a minute with suggestive thoughts. I shook my head to clear them and began to walk back until I hear my voice called again by the same man. I turned and walked back trying not to think of every way this man could have me bent over and mushy brained
âI just wanted to tell you, you did an amazing job today!â He said energetically. I scoffed
âI didnât land a single hit on you thoughâ I looked around and almost everyone was gone, those who werenât were on their way. I turned back to him and he had his head tilted, almost as if he was studying me
âIf you landed a hit, it would be because I let you.â Once he stated that my cheeks grew flushed once again and I avoided looking at the man once again. I hate how stupid it is but I grew wet just from that sentence
âAnyways I wanted to give you a little reward for holding your ownâ he spoke back to his normal voice. I looked up at him confused which just drove him to go on
âCâmon, follow meâ he spoke in a chipper voice with me following after him quietly. He led us to his classroom
âWhat are we doing in here Gojo sensei?â I asked confused. He smiled at me and for some reason it sent major chills down my spine
âCould you sit up here for a moment while I grab something?â He patted the desk and I slowly nodded not getting how he didnât ask me to sit at a desk instead but following anyways. I sat on the desk patiently while he riffled through his drawers
âSensei Gojo?â I asked out. He looked up at me with a smile that made my heart stop and my legs subtly rub together
âCall me Satoru sweetheartâ I flushed a deep red. I nodded my head
âSatoru⊠what is my reward?â I asked with my interest piqued. He smiled brightly when he found what he was looking for and quickly grabbed it. Before I could see what it was he hid it behind his back and walked in front of me
âItâs a surprise. Close your eyesâ I listened almost instantly. He hummed in satisfaction. Satoru leaned both of his arms on each side of me, caging me into him as he leaned in close. My breath was caught in my throat as I felt his presence so close. Suddenly I felt our lips connect in surprise causing my lips to part in surprise
Satoru took this as an opportunity for entrance with his tongue. I leaned into the kiss as our tongues fought for dominance, obviously he won. I was so caught up in the kiss I didnât notice his hand slip into my shorts and suddenly there was buzzing. I broke the kiss as I moaned feeling the buzzing on my clit. Gojo leaned back to watch my face with a grin
âOh good, you like your surpriseâ he boasted and reveled in the way I twitched and bucked my hips. I looked to his face while moaning just wishing I could see his eyes
âSatoruâ was all I could get out. My hands looked for some place to hold as I raised my hands and gripped the edge of the desk. His grin grew as did the tent of his pants. Satoru turned the vibrator frequency up and my head flew back
âPleaseâ Was all I could say. What I was begging for? I donât know. He pressed the vibrator impossibly closer and my legs started to shake as my eyes rolled back
âAww are you about to cum?â He mocked me. Just as I was on the edge of my orgasm he turned the vibrator off. I whined in disappointment
âDonât worry sweetheart, the real surprise is right hereâ he started to unbuckle his pants. I sat back up and looked where his hands were. Iâve been dreaming of him since I met him, I was practically drooling already. He paused his movements
âDo you want this?â He asked suddenly in a serious tone. I nodded my head frantically
âPlease, want it so badâ I practically pleaded. His smile came back and he hurried to get his pants off. Once he unbuckles his pants he takes them off and throws them somewhere in the room. He quickly got rid of his shirt along with it. I couldnât help but stare at his physique, entranced by a body that looks like it was sculpted by the gods
I reached out and trailed my nails along his abdomen softly. His breath hitches at the contact of my skin and he chuckles
âLike what you see?â He teased with a smirk. I merely nodded then looked up into his blindfold
âYes, very muchâ
I figured this was long enough so part 2 coming soon bbyâs
my first time writing here, but I thought I could share my little gojo brain rot since I haven't moved on from the leaks â„_â„ also english is not my first language so if there are any spelling mistakes or anything, I am sorry.
(inspired by ariana's 'goodnight n go'; also don't know if anyone already had this idea but I had to write this out for the sake of my mental health lmao)
content: gn! reader, fluff teeth rotting fluff, mentions of alcohol, suggestive talk (mentions of gojo being horny for the reader), pet names, intentional lowercase
"tell me why you gotta look at me that way you know what it does to me so baby, what you tryna say?â
it's usual for everyone to see gojo as someone with no sense of private space. an idiot that invades your space and always flirts with people unashamedly.
one day, when you called him out for it, he simply shrugged and said 'don't know what ur talking about luv, I jus' work here', smirked, and winked,
an absolute idiot.
of course, this also applies to the fact that...
your private space is his private space, and that's it.
oh, you wanted to take a nap while he's around? you better forget it. the moment he sees you he's talking your ears off about how you should let him take you to the ice cream shop down the street, or the last mission he went on, how ugly the curse he fought with was. the daily gossip on the train. whatever topic he finds out at the top of his head.
you think it's just his personality, he's outgoing and likes to talk, right? nothing wrong with that. so you listen to him, lightly sipping on your coffee and eating your snack (the one he conveniently placed on top of your lunch bag when you weren't looking).
to gojo, the truth is that the way you look at him when you're listening makes him feel like he's floating.
his heart flutters and he thinks maybe it's from the amount of sugar he consumed before the day even started, but when your lips slightly curve up and your eyelashes slightly flutter as you laugh at something he just said, your lips part as you let the joyous sound of your laugh come out of your throat and he thinks maybe you are a divine creature. his eyes wander to the way your bottom lip moves with each word that rolls out your lips and he imagines the way it would feel to touch or kiss, maybe he could even tug on your lips with his teeth-
he mentally slaps himself and slightly shakes his head, grateful for the blindfold covering his eyes.
"lately, all I want is you on top of me you know where your hands should be so baby, won't you come show me?â
walking down the stairs of the training area at jujutsu high, gojo spots you training the second years. your hands expertly fix the wooden katana in yuta's hands as you give him a sweet smile and let him repeat the move you just taught him.
you take some steps back, your back facing gojo as he leans against the stone wall and slightly lifts his blindfold, mentally telling himself that he just wanted to see everything (and definitely not because he was checking you out).
you're wearing your training attire, much like the students are, a normal thing to do since you are... training. but for some reason, gojo finds himself imagining how his hand would just casually slide into the back pocket of your pants, just an excuse to feel your ass, because right now as you bend and twist while helping your students, his eyes fixate on the way it just looks soâ plump. and maybe heâs just a bit possessive when other people look at you, so his hands on your back pocket? would be just to show everybody you're his.
and he thinks you're reading his mind when you walk over to maki and you sit on your haunches to help the girl, an innocent smile on your face, as you make small talk with her, carefully helping her stretch so she doesn't hurt herself.
gojo thinks it's sweet, how you share the same love for the students as he does, and he knows he should see this as an adorable teacher and student moment, but he can't help imagining himself under you, your legs on each side of his hips as you straddle his lap, maybe you would smile like that at him or maybe you would grind your hips? he wonders.
do you still look as sweet as you do right now? or do you look different? would you let him touch you all over? would you touch him all over? he is 100% sure your hands are angel-soft. he feels like he would do anything just to see that and feel it.
'wtf is wrong with me', he thinks as you lift yourself up and give a thumbs up in inumaki's and panda's direction.
he cusses out silently and his mind blasts off like a fire alarm. a shaky exhale leaves his lips and he leans forward, removing his back from the wall and walking back inside the school.
he thinks he's a creep for thinking this about a friend and coworker.
"i got you, i got you dreamin' you close your eyes and you're screaminâ play with your mind for no reason i know you love how I tease it you know that I'm playin', so don't be mistaken you already know what I'm thinkin', boyâ
the strongest sorcerer thinks he might go crazy.
he thought the intrusive thoughts of you would eventually disappear, but he was wrong.
he thinks he has never been so tormented by the thought of another human being. from nasty thoughts to just the idea of holding your hand, he thinks he might go clinically insane if he doesn't have you.
he knows it's wrong but he can't help it when he pictures your sweet smile and your pretty body in his mind he finds himself indulging in imagination. his hips bucking up and his hands sliding down his torso, until heâs grabbing at his crotch and trying to get some friction.
"gojo-san?" your sweet voice is heard from the other side of the door and he slightly jumps, startled. you can hear a small groan coming from gojo inside the teacher's room and you frown. 'Is he mad at me?'
the answer is no, but you don't know that.
he rubs his eyes and leans back in the chair, legs spreading as he tries to comfortably place his almost growing erection as hidden as possible, how embarrassing it would be to try to explain that.
"come in sweets," he says in a heavily sweet voice, masking the confusing thoughts he had seconds ago. his mood lifts as he sees your sweet smile as your head peaks through the door before you enter the room.
he watches as you place your bag on the table and walk over to the couch next to him. his legs unconsciously spread wider and you notice that, a small blush creeping up your cheeks and you hope he doesn't notice.
he does.
and oh it makes him spiral. he wants to pinch your cheeks and kiss you sweetly and then ruin you until you are begging him to stop
and it's so wrong, but he can't help it.
you adjust the fabric of your uniform on your legs and he watches as your thighs grow in size when you are sat down, his adam apple bobs up and down as he swallows.
you smile at him, unaware of the man's thoughts. he smiles back and leans forward, his elbows on his legs as he looks at you, blue, covered irises staring at you sweetly.
"want something from me?" a 'hmm' escapes his throat as he looks at you waiting for you to talk.
to his surprise, you shake your head.
"just wanted to keep you company for a bit i guess" the sound of your giggle echoes in his ears and he thinks he might want to hear it every time he wakes up, throughout the day, before he falls asleep and in his dreams.
he smiles and shakes his head as well.
"next time you wanna be with me just say" he throws an empty wrap of candy at you. you catch it and fake an angry face, fighting the smile creeping on your lips.
"that's crazy, what if i do wanna be with you huh?"
eyes widened under the mask, gojo knows you are talking about being with him for company. but he canât deny the thought that you might be throwing hints at him. his heart hammers in his chest and he lets out a shaky breath in disguise of a dramatic sigh.
"i know i'm irresistible but no need to be needy y/n" he leans his body back, legs spread again as he stares at you. using his teasing as a mask to the way he craves you so much.
"oh i am extreeeeeemely needy" you drag your words, teasing him back, he feels the blood rush to his lower body even more, you look so good when you squint your eyes at him. like you are challenging him. It makes his blood rush and his mind run miles.
he chuckles and you watch as he looks down at the floor and licks his lips, you instantly giggle and look away too. a small feeling in the pit of your stomach as you feel the tension rising.
you wish you had the courage to make a move. it's not like you are extremely shy, but it would be quite embarrassing if you got your coworker's intentions all wrong... wouldn't it?
"oh, why'd you have to be so cute? it's impossible to ignore you, why must you make me laugh so much? it's bad enough we get along so wellâ
satoru feels how sweaty the palms of his hands are.
he thinks the last time he felt like this was when suguru was still alive, and honestly he never thought it would happen againâŠ
but here he is, in front of the door of your apartment complex, waiting for you to come down, so he can take you to that ice cream shop he talked about so much.
he fidgets with the little keychain yuuji, nobara and megumi had given to him, patiently waiting for you to come downstairs, but feeling his heart hammer so hard he felt like he might throw up.
he thinks of what to say, how to act, things he can and can't do so you won't find him a creep or weird and lord it makes him feel like a teenager all over again.
his mind is so distracted by all of his thoughts he doesn't even see you appear in front of him. you wave your hand in front of his face and he finally snaps out.
gojo feels like his world just turned slow motion, you're smiling at him, your hair is done differently than usual and your outfit is so cute but so hot at the same time and he feels nervous.
he completely forgot what he had planned to do as soon as he saw you.
"what? do i look bad?" you chuckle, looking down at your clothes as you try to check why he is looking at you so much.
he snaps out of his trance and smiles.
"not at all, you look amazing"
you shake your head amused, turning to the side slightly and moving your head in the direction you two were supposed to walk to.
"so do you satoru...let's go?"
he feels his heart in his throat as you call him by his first name. it's like you were always meant to say it... or maybe he's just hopelessly falling for you.
the walk is pleasant, there's small chatter here and there, you talk about your week, mention how yuta is improving and maki manages to surprise you more and more every day. you also mention how inumaki manages to deal with the missions on his own so flawlessly it makes you feel so proud and how panda is getting stronger and stronger.
he watches you with a fond smile on his face, taking the queue to also mention yuuji, nobara and megumi, watching as your eyes slightly sparkle at the mention of their skills improving. he thinks you're beautiful, adorable, the cutest as you watch him talks about everything and nothing at the same time.
the conversation flows and when you both notice it, you're standing at the ice cream shop.
"'we're here" he says, hand softly resting on the small of your back as he lets you inside first "they have a new flavour i've been dying to try it"
you find it adorable how excited he is to try sweets, your own smile growing.
the date goes smoothly. you try each other's ice creams (his being extremely sweet, to which you pulled a face and he wheezed) talked for hours, and laughed like two crazy fools (in love).
when it's time to leave, you realize how bad the butterflies in your stomach are, how he makes you laugh so effortlessly, and how his company is so enjoyable despite what others normally say about him.
you find yourself smiling and sighing as you walk back home, a hop on your step as you think when the next time might be.
asking yourself, 'why the fuck does he have to be so cute?'
"One of these days You'll miss your train and come stay with me We'll have drinks and talk about things And any excuse to stay awake with youâ
the plan was simple.
satoru would come over for dinner at your house, have some drinks, talk for a while, enjoy each other's company, and done.
what you wouldn't expect is that you two would end up talking for so long that satoru would miss his last train back home.
the clock marked 1 a.m., satoru sitting on your couch after you decided he should stay over for the night, a glass of bubbly as you two talked. soon enough, you realized the man sitting next to you was definitely not good at holding his alcohol.
"you know you could have told me you don't normally drink alcohol satoru-" you say between laughs as he joins you, leaning his head on the couch.
"and let you drink by yourself? that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me would it?" his words are slightly slurred as he lets out a loud laugh.
you shake your head at his antics and smack his arm.
"still! now you're barely awake" hand on your chest as you tried to calm your breathing from laughing.
"hell nah! i'm super awake look at me!" he stands up, making a grand pose to prove his "sobriety" but failing miserably as his legs give out, falling back onto the couch with a 'huff', his face pressing against the cushions as he giggles.
"ok maybe i'm a little tipsy"
you wheeze and fall back onto the couch as well, a fit of giggles echoing through the walls of your apartment.
as your laughter dies down, your gazes fall on each other, silly smiles on your faces as you come down from the joyous moment.
"i should've accepted your ice cream date sooner" you chuckle and confess, watching as his blue eyes widen and he points a finger your way.
"AH! see, told ya you would end up liking my company"
you smile "i always like your company 'toru... just never thought it would be a good idea"
he feels his heart flutter at the nickname but dismisses it. "why wouldn't it be a good idea?" he props himself up on his elbows, head in his hands as he waits for you to talk.
"because...." you inhale as you look at him, blue irises staring at you with adoration, his lips slightly parted from the way his hands squish his cheeks in the position he is, his white hair messy from all the laughing and trashing around in your couch. you find yourself losing your breath over the sigh of a man in front of you. he's so beautiful "... to be honest i'm not really sure..."
you look away from him, fidgeting with your fingers, "maybe i was scared of what others would say" you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to feel less nervous.
"what do you think they would say?" he watching your every move, carefully listening to you.
"i don't know, that you're hanging around me?" you chuckle awkwardly, feeling yourself get embarrassed at how you are so effortlessly opening up to the man in front of you "that maybe i'm not your level to be so close to you"
Satoru's face scrunches and he thinks you just said the most stupid thing in the world, "what the hell? since when do you need to be on my level for me to like you?"
you chuckle "i don't, but that's what i thought" satoru lifts himself and scootches closer to you on the couch, his knees brushing yours as he grabs your hands, the liquid courage speaking for him (not like he needs liquid courage but whatever) "i fucking like you, i don't need you to be super special for me to like you" he's slurring on his words, alcohol filling his system as he stares at you in the eyes.
your eyes slightly widen and your lips slightly part as you realize this might be a confession. you brush it off, mentally telling yourself he's just drunk.
you softly rest your hand on his head, caressing his hair. the white-haired man closes his eyes, and you're sure you can hear a slight purr. you smile fondly. "you're drunk 'toru, let's get you to sleep." you help him walk to your bed and he falls asleep almost instantly, you finish your night by sleeping on the couch and letting him rest.
"And you'd sleep here, and I'd sleep there But then the heating may be down again (At my convenience) We'd be good, we'd be great togetherâ
you change into your pajamas, going through your night rotine like you always do.
you feel a chill creep up your spine as you walk into the living room to finally get some rest.
"dammit, it's cold" you hug your arms for comfort, walking to the thermostat in your living room to turn the house heating on. you realize you forgot to call the company to fix your heating. groaning you walk back to the couch, "just what i needed in a cold night" you plop down and cover yourself in a thick blanket.
a few hours pass and sleep doesn't come easily to you. you twist and turn in your couch as you try to warm yourself.
"you can't sleep?" a drowsy voice is heard and you slightly jump and look at the living room door. standing there is satoru, in his black shirt and boxers, he rubs at his eyes and yawns.
"no, i'm feeling a little bit cold and my thermostat isn't working", he hums and nods shortly, walking over to you and crouching down. "me too, woke up and realized how cold i was"
his hands hook under your knees and back as he picks you up. "satoru! what are you doing??" he grins, walking to your room and laying you softly on the bed "getting my personal bag of warmth" he lays in bed again, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. you feel the warmth of his body passing to yours and you realize he isn't cold at all.
"you weren't cold were you?"
you hear his breathy chuckle tickling the top of your head and his lips on your forehead.
"nah, i just wanted you next to me"
SHIRT, satoru gojo
Satoru Gojo x fem!!reader Summary: After returning from a long mission Gojo finds that one of his good shirts had gone missing from his cupboard- since only one other person had a key to his room he already knew the culprit. tw!! flirting, FLUFF, cringe dialogue? angst if you squint, Gojo might seem ooc (I'm trying I promise). notes: I am obsessed with this man.
y/n glanced up from her book when a knock sounded on her dorm room door. She wasn't expecting any visitors today so her eyebrows pulled together.
Bookmarking her page, she sits the book to the side and stands up from her bed to walk over and pull open her door. Her dark brown eyes lock onto the familiar figure of Satoru Gojo.
Her heart clenched at the sight of him. She hadn't seen the sorcerer since he left a month ago for a mission.
"Hey I just got back but I can't find my-"He suddenly pauses, an amused smile appearing on his face when he notices what she's wearing. --"Is that my shirt?"
Her eyes widened and she glanced down at the oversized black shirt she wore, acting like a deer caught in headlights. Pursing her lips, she slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze.
"Uh...no?" She lied, flashing him a non-convincing toothy grin. Satoru only tilted his head to the side, his arms folded. --"Really? so whose shirt is that?"He hums, pointing a long finger to the shirt that hung on her shoulders.
Swallowing, her lips form into a pout as she glances down at the shirt again for a millisecond. --"Mine."She squeaks out without missing a beat.
Now Satoru really did look amused. Lifting a hand to tap a finger against his chin, his blindfolded gaze made her almost shrink back. --"You wear shirts three sizes too big for you?"He muses dramatically.
y/n was certain that her face was the reddest it had ever been but she attempted to not have the nerves affect her behaviour. --"Yeah."She responds in an almost shaky voice.
Attempt failed.
Satoru only chuckles and takes a step forward, inviting himself into her room which in turn prompts y/n to take a nervous step back. His hand replaces hers on the door so he can shut it behind him.
"Alright enough of the cat and mouse game- why are you wearing my shirt?"He questions, hoping her answer would somehow stroke his already inflated ego.
y/n only frowns and glances down anxiously, folding her arms over her chest. --"You left it here last time you stayed over to watch a movie with me..."Is her quiet response.
"That doesn't explain why you're wearing it, sweetheart."He muses again, his voice slow and teasing. A frustrated sigh leaves her lips and she lifts a hand to rake through her dark hair nervously.
"Y-You were away a while..."She trails off, pausing to calm her racing heart down. --"And I missed you so..." She shrugs her shoulders pathetically, gesturing to the shirt she was wearing.
Satoru hums and strokes his chin with his index finger and thumb, pleased with her answer. He almost wanted to tease her but couldn't fight the soft smile that was appearing on his features.
"Aw-"He scoffs softly and advances towards her- his arms outstretched. --"I missed you too, sugar."He tells her in a tone that said 'I'm going to tease you about this for the rest of your life but I seriously did miss you' whilst engulfing her in a tight hug.
y/n was embarrassed but that didn't stop her from lifting her hands to grip his back tightly, worried that if she didn't squeeze hard enough he would just disappear. Satoru rested his cheek against the top of her head, arms over her shoulders and down her back.
"So...what exactly did you miss about me?"He asks in a firm teasing voice. y/n groans against his chest and shakes her head, instantly moving away from his grasp.
But Satoru wasn't going to let her go that easily- he kept a tight grip on her wrist as she shook her head, fighting the urge to crack a smile. He smirked confidently as he tugged her back towards him by her wrist.
"I hate you."She spoke- though the smile on her face was a dead giveaway that she was lying. Satoru only grinned, his hands moving from her to wrist to lace their fingers together affectionately.
"You hate me yet you missed me?"He teases, voice slow and filled with affection. Her tongue pokes against the side of her cheek, still trying desperately to hide her smile and flushed cheeks.
"You're so annoying."She mumbles with a scoffed laugh only making Satoru's smirk widen. He chuckles and lifts a hand to pinch the hem of the shirt she was wearing teasingly.
"So..."He pauses for dramatic flare. --"Is my shirt comfy?"He asks, a sudden flirting tone to his voice. y/n purses her lips and glances down to the shirt with a nod.
"I dunno...maybe you have a comfier shirt I could steal?"She hints, her tone also incredibly flirty. He chuckles and pulls her closer to him by their joined hands.
There was a certain sentiment on his features as he tugged her closer to him until their chests were practically touching, their hands fitted together between their close bodies. Lifting his other free hand, he rests it against her cheek, smiling down softly at her.
"I really did miss you."He spoke, a lopsided smile on his face. Her cheeks go red as she leans into his touch, her thumb pad stroking against the top of his hand unknowingly.
Satoru and y/n had known each other for a little over 2 years now and for as long as anyone could remember they were tiptoeing around each other in regards to 'feelings'. They were almost opposites attract in a way- she is reserved and doesn't like to speak to more than maybe 2 people a day- whilst he is open and loves hanging out with his students at any given chance.
It hadn't taken either of them long to develop feelings for one another but they never discussed those feelings. They danced around the subject and never addressed them- no matter how many times their friends would point it out.
y/n had noticed her feelings long before Satoru had. She was the girl that fell in love easy so she knew exactly what it felt like to yearn for someone. It only became more noticeable to her when Satoru would disappear for a month to go on missions and each and every time she would cuddle her pillow as though she was in mourning.
Safe to say she noticed her love for the sorcerer incredibly quickly.
Satoru on the other hand, hadn't noticed until a couple of months after y/n had. He noticed that whenever he would leave to go on a mission he would find some way to pick her up a souvenir and bring it back to her. Usually, that wasn't a dead giveaway for feelings to him but it happened frequently to the point that even if the thing he was buying her cost him all of the money he brought with him- he'd still get it for her.
They are both aware of their feelings. They just chose to ignore them out of fear and nervousness.
Satoru pulls her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her shoulders as he embraces her tighter than before. y/n accepted the hug without a second though, her arms locking around his waist and squeezing.
A soft sigh leaves his lips as their bodies pressed flush together. For once in his life, he seemed to hesitate before speaking. --"y/n?"he mumbled against her head of hair.
She hums in response, her cheek pressed against his chest. Again, he hesitates for a moment. --"Why are we fighting this?"He asks her bluntly. Her eyebrows pull together, her head lifting upwards to look at him, her chin on his chest.
She didn't have to ask what he meant by that. The intimate setting and position they were in was a no-brainer to her. Swallowing, she shrugs her shoulders.
"I'm scared..."She responds. The room was quiet enough now that Satoru could hear the ragged breath she took. He frowns.
"Of what?"He murmurs to her though he already knew her answer. She still hadn't moved from his grip. --"That you'll break my heart."Is her whispered answer.
A long silence passes through them as he lifts both of his hands to cup her face. --"I would never break your heart."He mumbles, the pads of his thumbs stroking up and down her cheekbones.
She shivers under his touch, brown eyes wide with affection as she stares up at him. --"You promise?"She whispered, tilting her head to the side a little.
A soft smile appears on his face as he finally leans down, pausing for a second as their faces are an inch apart. The pupils in her eyes dilated as she stared at were his eyes would be if they weren't covered by his blindfold.
And after a nearly unnoticeable nod by her, their lips meet in a soft touch. Her brown eyes fluttered shut as his grip on her cheeks tightened a little so he could pull her face closer to his as his mouth moved almost bruisingly against hers.
The kiss was over quicker than it had begun. Satoru had been the first one to pull back, his forehead resting against hers as she purses her lips and shuts her eyes nervously.
"I promise."
A soft smile appeared on her face, her heart fluttering as she opened her eyes again to stare up at him- pupils completely dilated by this point. --"Maybe I should steal your shirts more often..."She trails off with an awkward chuckle.
A soft laugh bursts from his lips as he nods, his hands sliding to play with the hem of the shirt she had stolen from him. --"You look good in them."He tells her, a small smirk on his voice.
A soft look appears on her face as she suddenly rises onto her topes, arms going around his neck as she hugs him the tightest she'd ever hugged him before.
"Please don't ever leave for that long again..."She mumbled into his shoulder as his arms go around her waist, a soft smile on his face.
"I'll try."
notes: so, this was my first try at writing for Gojo so I'm sorry if he appears out of character- I tried really hard :((
â HELL ON HEELS . . ! â
᥎êȘ« sum. it's your third day on the job as a flight attendant. you work around a lot of snobby rich elites, but a particular one catches your eye. a particular one who tips you $300 dollars in cash and wants way more than just your uninvited attention.
wc. 6.5k
warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, this is how gojo and reader meet, mile high club trope, flight attendant reader, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), semi public sÄx, praise kink, degradation, dry humping, squırting, spanking, edging.
an. thank u to everyone who voted for this on the poll <3
the low-pitched whirring of the planeâs engine was quite loud. white noise could be heard through first class as you walked alongside the aisle. with a heavy sigh, youâd just wish the day would be over. the overall duration of the flight was about a good two hours, not too bad but you were already over it. dealing with haughty a-list celebrities or elites as a whole wasnât for the weak. a majority of them were rude, snobby, and just stuck up individuals. except for one . .
as thick pieces of rubber stick against your heels and clank against the carbon fibre floor, you sashay through and from the rows before a cheeky voice calls over to you. âexcuseee me, miss âttendant,â and you crane your neck to where it was coming from. sat right by the window near the leftâ draped in nothing but a sable-black tuxedo with a pricey g-shock wrapping around his wrist, he simpers. âdo you ahh, mind if you . . ?â
âhuh,â you quirk your eyebrows into a brow before he nods his head up toward the cabin compartment above all of the seats. âoh,â you give him a soft smile. he takes a quick glance at your name tag thatâs glued on the left side of your blazer. you lean over against him, reaching towards the latch to pull it down. the more you get close to him, the more you smell his cologne. itâs so strong, you were sure it was some kind of expensive designer brand. a small grunt leaves your lips as you stretch before just when youâre about to pry open the cabinet, the plane grumbles with a rude shake. a rude shake in which you fallâright onto the older manâs lap whoâs got the smuggest grin.
âweâre experiencing a bit of turbulence up here, sincerest apologizes passengers..â
the pilot mutters through the intercomâ itâs blaring through the speakers. he talks for about seven seconds, as well as reminding for everyone to have their seatbelts on at all times before he stops.
as if things couldnât have been anymore embarrassing, your face lands right into his crotch. âoh my godâiâm so sorry sir,â you try to atone, sitting up and as youâre up so close to him, you take a moment to actually get a good glimpse at the man.
he was pretty, simply no denying it. you knew him from anywhere. gojo satoru, the gojo satoru. the snowy white hair was a dead giveaway.
he was more of a well known business manâa ceo of some hot shot company. he had his own clothing brand, does lots of men photoshoots, and even modeled a bit in his early twenties. although, the more you gawk at him, the more it seems like he barely even aged. gojo looks like he was still in his twenties, he had a bit of a stubble but was quite really well shaved. azul-blue eyes return the stare right back at you as you take in his prepossessing features for just a bit longer.
god, he was handsome.
gojoâs hair was neatly neat, a simple slick back of a sort with a few strands of white hair running down his face. he brings a wrist up to his face to rub his mouth before covertly humming. â. . oh, am i that good lookinâ, princess?â
you gulp once he catches you staring, and then it hits you again,
you were still dumbly laid on his lap as heâs gazing into your eyes with the most complacent grin. âi-iâm sorry,â you mumble, cringing at your own stutter. thankfully, it was probably about four am, it was a private jet and only a few other passengers scattered around the sectioned row. sitting up, you rub your neck sheepishly before sighing. âi . . donât usually fall on passengers during on my shifts.â
âheh well iâd hope not,â he teases. âoh, and donât worry about getting my luggage by the way,â and his eyes trail you down before he glances at your name tag again. âhm, i think iâd like to request something else though,â and the more you stare into his pretty cerulean eyes, the more you get lost in them.
his eyes were equivalent to a maze, youâre always getting lost in his pretty irisesânever finding your way out. âyouâre probably all sore from walkinâ around in those heels, how âbout you take a little break?â
and he was right. the entire lower parts of your calves were a bit sore, so you do. you take a break . . although,
your 'break' mainly consists of you being hunched over, propped up in front of gojoâs seat with him eating you out from behind like a starved man. your bottom lip feels all numb and puffed from chewing on it for so long. your lips part into an exaggerated âoâ as your headâs repeatedly being pressed against the back of the airplane seat in front of you. the softly made material rubs against your face and you moan. some older woman was snoring in the front of it, headphones plugged in both sides of her ears.
thank god, you prayed whatever heavy metal track she was listening to would distract her slumber from hearing your loud, whiny moans.
alas again, by âbreakâ, you didnât expect this but you werenât exactly complaining either. with gojoâs tongue rummaging against your clit, it had you gasping for desperate various breaths. âs-sirrrr,â you whimper, a lewd smile pursing against your lips. two broad hands of his had your jade-colored business skirt pulled up all the way to the very hem of your torsoâ just about reaching near your now wrinkled blazer. as you sling an arm over the seat in front of you, you whine once his nose prods against your soddened entrance. ângh, âm gettinâ close again i think. f-fuck, right there.â
âplease, call me satoru, baby,â he whispers against your pussy. you shudder from the coldness of his breath aerating against your bare skinâyou whine once his palm swats by your right ass cheek, giving it a mean spank. âooh,â he coos from the recoil of your rear. so pretty, it was quite funny how things even escalated so quickly.
right before he was buried into the depths of your plush thighs, you were just chatting with him. gojo had a charm to him. he was a lot different from the other stuck up elites you occasionally dealt with. he was quite easy to talk to. you make it a habit to talk to each passenger, despite how snobby they might come across anyway.
with him though, he was a pure smooth talker.
gojo showered you with a plethora of compliments. it came natural, it didnât seem forcedâheâd point out your pretty eye color, your hair, just anything. with your job, you were used to getting a few compliments here and thereâbut heâd go all out, all out in a way where it makes your heart flutter and fly. youâre rutting your ass against his face, loving the way his wet tongue curls into a few alphabetic letters. heâs just filthy. each breath that escapes from your lips as if it was being held captive felt like it was gonna be its last.
âso . . fuckinâ sweet,â he purrs, dragging a thumb down your slit for a moment. gojo takes a second to admire the way you easily soak in his digit, such a breathtaking sight inside. lewd, but breathtaking. âmhm, look at her givinâ me a little show. move your ass against my face a little more, sweetheart. yeah, fuck.â
your heart does jumping jacks at his dialogue. his voice was deep, richâand seductive.
the silvery band of his watch continues to skim all across your skin as your hips judder. you shiver, feeling yourself about to reach your inevitable orgasmic peak before you moan out loud. you tried to suppress your noises, you didâbut it was no use. youâre already biting at your hardened knuckles but oh, his tongue.
every few seconds, heâd break away to spit and slobber on your pussy. his nose consistently smears all against your folds, getting you ten times more wetter than you already were. heâs nasty, making sure you keep that arch for him. your skirt was pulled up and all wrinkled. the teeth-shattering stimulation makes you feel nerves surge all throughout your body like galvanic electricity.
âs- satoruuu.â youâd huff out in tiny pants, feeling your tummy cave in a few times. your sweet moan, its like a tuneâa harmony, hell, it was melodic. heâd listen to you whine his name like that all day if he could. a gentle hand of his runs down your twitching leg, giving every part of your body from behind attention.
he was starting to get addicted, you were too sweet . . candied even, it was dangerous. heâs always had a bit of a sweet tooth anyways and perhaps you were his new favorite treat.
the raving pace of his tongue was simply relentless. youâre gripping onto the back of the seat for dear life, barely able to keep up with him.
ethereal ivory lashes of his open and close every millisecond that passes. itâs as if time was going slow for youâ of course it was though, considering how you were thousands of feet in the air. you donât know why, but the thought of someone just walking by and stumbling upon you all bent over for a passenger,
not just a passenger but the gojo satoru . .
youâd be lying a bit if you said it didnât turn you on a bit. you knew it was against policy to screw on the job, in the air at that, but it was the middle of the night and partly everyone onboard was asleep anyway. having some affluent attractive guy right between your thighs, you were living the dream. you thought this only happened in the movies.
âaw, donât give up on me just yet, pretty,â he soothes a tune against your cunt. after a while, gojoâs speedy flicking of his tongue transitioning to pure sucks. youâre shaking within the suction of his mouth. itâs almost too much to bare yet you didnât want him to stop. he knows just the right tempo to make you roll your eyes back too. with prying hands, gojoâs spreading open your ass a bit more to lick a deeper area with his tongue. you zealously whine once he playfully uses a thumb to poke against your puckering hole. âmhm, yeah. thaaaatâs it, but donât be so loud though, princess. i know weâre in the back row but still, heh.â
and with thatâ he gifts your ass another smack. he proudly relishes in your lewd, pornographic reactions. youâre an entire mess and heâs slurping your fervor shamelessly.
âs- satoruuuu, fuck f-fuck,â your breathing starts to significantly pick up. with your chest continuing to sink in and out, he briefly sneaks his dampened lips away from your entrance to bite near your thighs. the way you were shaking to him was just so cute. the white noise that continues to sing and reverb throughout the planeâs structure grew louder. or . . that was just the ringing through your earsâregardless, it was between that noise and the sounds of your own obscene pleasure that had a competition. a competition on who could be the most louder. your name-tag thatâs still pressed against your blazer remains to rub off against the fabric of the seat in front of you.
your perked nipples snag in the process as youâre arching a bit more before a wail dies out your throat. âi- iâm gonna cuâ oh!â
âanother few hits of turbulence, folks. please stay in your seatbelts. time of arrival should be around six thirty am..â
you bring a hand over your mouth in a cute attempt to silence yourself as youâre meeting your highâlistening to the pilot, you sob out a squeal from the inside of your palm. gojoâs slurping you up again with his tongue, your grinding against his face makes him chuckle. with his jaw tightening a bit, he doesnât careâyou were so sweet, he could eat you out all day. not to mention, he was quite thirsty. instead of having you retrieve one of his bags, he was gonna originally ask for a glass of water. but this quenched his thirst a lot better in his humblest opinion. his warm breath fans against your cunt all the while you feel his stubble tickle near the undersides of your thighs. âmmph.â you moan, peeking in front of you to still see the old lady knocked out cold. with the way you were rocking into the back of her seatâ you were surprised she didnât wake up. you were glad she didnât though. otherwise, youâd embarrass yourself yet again.
with your orgasm still having its moment, you start to calm down a bit. heâs still slithering his tongue down your folds, savoring your taste as if itâs the last thing on the planet. his chin was coated with all of your slick, and he snickers before dragging a thumb to get another taste. âgood girl. give it to me, ride myâride my tongue, uh huhhh.â
a swarm of butterflies wanders around inside of your tummy from his wordsâhis tone, it was so soft yet the dialogue that spoke out was just downright dirty. you pulse between your thighs and it only makes you crave him more.
as youâre still arched over in front of him, you take a few hard gulps to swallow as youâre finishing your perfect nirvana state. ecstasy, just ecstasy overtakes your entire body as he gives your pussy itâs final sucks and nibbles. once he finishes, heâs still sat in his chair. spinning you around, he gives you a warm smile.
âcâmere, sweetheart..â
out of breath and pants snatching out of your full lungs with easeâyou move into him with your eyes half-lidded. â. . . atta girl, taste how sweet you are. gimme a kiss,â and you get on top of him. sliding off your heels, you get onto gojoâs lap. now straddling him, you lean into a steamy, hot kiss. two hefty built arms of his wrap around your waist, pulling you in close. once your lips meet, itâs just utterly sloppy.
throwing your arms around him and tugging on his tucked out collar, you deepen the kiss. he groans at your enthusiasm, allowing his hands to glide against every inch of your body. gojoâs fingertips dance against the pieces of clothing you wore, despite it being so few. your blazer was still on and yet couldnât help but rock against his lap as your tongue parts inside of his mouth. gojoâs head leans back as youâre enjoying yourself. but all of a sudden, you moan once you feel it.Â
his boner, right in the middle part of his pants. gojo satoru was hardâhard for you.
he grunts lowly, a hand of his snaking up your leg as you taste the sweet remnants of your own flavor on his tongue. the closer you are to him, the closer you get a nice everlasting sniff of his cologne. so manly, itâs a rich scent that you could never get enough of. it was so strongâroaming through the air so much that it almost gave you a headache.Â
âfuck,â he sibilates. a single hissing word that comes from his mouth makes you throb oh so easily. youâre swaying your hips against him and his adamâs apple bobs back in rapture. every few seconds, he pulls away to leave a wet slope of kisses down your neck. a hand of yours tugs against his tie that was neatly worn on him. âdamn girl youâre kinda kinky,â and he finally pulls away, teasingly biting on your bottom lip before finally departing. âiâm startinâ to like you.â
âmore,â you murmur, leaning in to nip a wet kiss of your own near the crooked crevices of his mouth. naturally parted lips of his twitch, causing him to wryly smile back at you. âi need more, sir. we have a few more hours left. please.â
âbaby, you can call me satoru. cut the formal shit yeah?â and his voice was a pitchy low, an almost rasp hidden underneath. a hand of his gently grabs your chin and youâre met with the most prettiest eyes. if it wasnât his long lashes, it was his celestially blue eyes. so blue that it was as if you were star gazing at a summer sky. gojo satoru a pretty man, no doubt. he hums to himself in amusement at your cute doe-eyed expression, hungry for more. sitting on his boner was already torture enough, you just wanted him inside.Â
sure, you were technically working but you didnât care about that. âsatoruuuu,â heâs being playful, a thumb still pulling down your bottom lip. as youâre both maintaining such intimate eye contact, his voice softens once more. gojoâs hand slides its way between your thighs before he raises a brow in a taunting manner. âwhat do you want satoru to do to you? tell me, girl.â
ât- touch me.â you almost whine out, it yanks out from your throat so pathetically. the throbbing you were feeling behind your panties only turned into straight convulses.Â
playfully, he tilts his head with a smile. âyeah? touch ya where.â
âi gotta spell it out for you?â you pout, and he chuckles at your frustrated attitude. you start to jerk your hips against his lap and he holds your waist in place to bring those movements to a stop. âf-fuck, âs hard.â
stroking a thumb against your quivering lips, his minty breath hits against your noseâyou smell it and itâs minty fresh. a scent of what seemed to be some kind of tangy beverage and a gum like substance. with a mocking tone, he presses a kiss against your nose before jibing. âi just wanna know where âm gonna put my hands on this pretty body. thatâs all,â and his voice was so smooth, an almost purr. with a chortle, he moves a few strands of hair out of your view of sight before continuing his words. ânow now, iâll ask again, pretty. where do ya want me to touch you? letâs be descriptive this time.â
âbetween my t-thighs,â you confess, already soaked from him devouring your pussy just merely seconds ago. the shocking friction between both bodies had you feral, had you dizzy, had you stupid.
gojo gradually brings a hand down before you press a hand against his chest, pouting again. âactually, i want you to fuck me. please, satoru.â
âthere we go, good girl. ân heh, aw i figured,â he cheeses, licking a single stripe up your neck. âmhm, youâll have to ride me though. âs only so many positions you can do on a plane, heh.â
you barely let him finish your sentence before you start to unbuckle his pants. youâre so quick with it. gojo stares at the way youâre so desperate, taking it off the tiny hooks before yanking his belt all the way off. seconds later, youâre pulling down his pants toward his ankles. âooh,â his eyes flicker towards your chest as you start to align yourself against his lap. you take a moment to stare at his now exposed cock and it was so pretty. lengthy if anything, a leaky mushroom like tip that was a bit reddened. he was so hard too, just gawking at his heavyset bulge that had you almost drooling. gojo leans back, rubbing against his thigh before flashing you a cheesy smile. âwellllll,â he sings. âdonât be shy girl. get on up here. ride all that stress away from work, pretty thing.â
he was so cocky, yet you were so needy.Â
as youâre still aligning him, your damp entrance rubs off against the head of his tip. itâs peeling open a bit, the skin that attaches to the frenulum was just so mesmerizing to look at. itâs got a pinkish color, almost red. shortly following, a mere tannish color flushes on his cock near the base down. you moan once he grabs ahold of his length, helping you adjust.Â
âeasy . . easy baby, i gotcha,â he sighs, feeling your warmth slowly swallow him whole. those short seconds you spend taking in gojoâs dick feels like long, consecutive hours.
youâre dripping wet. as you straddle his lap, preparing to ride him, he slouches back in such a sexy way. manspreadâgojo grunts out a single breath as his chest deflates. shifting his gaze towards your cunt, he spreads open your folds to get a better view. âughhh, look at how she opens up for me. âs fuckinâ nasty,â he groans, staring dead at your cunt. you were indeed coating him with your slick from the base down. âgive it to me, upside daisey, yeah.â
youâre taking his inches as the seconds go by before after a whileâyou plop down, feeling him bottom out already. gojo moans, gifting your ass with another spank. âf-fuck âtoru,â you hiss, knowing that was a non-verbal sign for you to start up your hips. a cooling air that passes through the plane sets against your skin as you move. you whine, feeling his hands trickle alongside the secretive edges of your thighs. âtouch me more, l- like that.â
âi donât remember saying you could tell me what to do,â he meets your eyes as you start to thrust forward. heâs got the most impish grin stretching against his lips. gojo grips your chin for what was probably the nth time within this hour before he grins. ânuh uh, donât look away. i wanna see those gorgeous eyes,â and he sneaks another wet kiss against your mouth. âride it like you own it baby.â
you start off realllll slow,Â
sashaying your hips up and down against his lap in the most alluring way. all six eyes were on you and only you..
your arms still wrap around him and heâs keeping eye contact with you the entire time. with your blazer practically ruffled and wrinkled, you continue to move yourself against him. gojoâs cock stretches you out in such a way you didnât even know was possible. your walls craved him, you craved him.
as he leans further back, a handâs still glued to your ass before he smacks it . . again.
he pats it afterwards, watching a cute sour expression slowly marinate against your facial features.Â
gojo giggles at your cute noises, it doesnât take long before you bury your face into the crook of his neck, gnawing your teeth against his collared shirt. âf-fuck, satoru,â youâd whine out, feeling his grip tighten against your ass. his cologneâs got your head spinning like a merri-go-round, giving you whiplash in all the right ways. âs-so big, stretchinâ me.â
âtakinâ it so good, baby,â he licks against the lobe of your ear. his breath against your neck was warmânot so cold anymore. two rough hands grasp onto your active hips, encouraging you to go more forward, more faster. âgood girl, mhm, fuck me like that. use those hips for me, yeahh.â
his dick curves through every part of your walls as if itâs exploring. you feel him reach deep within every part and itâs driving you toward the first street of crazy.
breathy pants skate out from your lips as youâre swinging yourself back and forth against him. âs-satoru,â you whimper, feeling his hands continue to feel against the bare bottom parts of your ass. you could feel the bands of rings he wore rub off against your skin also, so fridgly cold. âf-fuck, âs good. mhm, fuck.â
âyouâre so pretty,â he groans, the brief sounds of skin slapping resounding through your ears. itâs loud, almost sonorous.
his hair was getting a bit ruffled and unkempt, adding to his suave, mature features.
as he looks off into the nearly empty dim lit aisle, a silhouette appearsâsomeoneâs coming. itâs a familiar sound of heels hitting against the floor and you were too occupied of being horny to turn your head. at first, you barely even notice as youâre still grinding against his lap. âoh shit,â gojo gasps, grabbing the sides of your hips, suddenly bringing you to a stop. with a sly smile, he hums against your ear. âbaby, donât freak but i think your co-workerâs coming.â
âw- what?â you murmur, and he makes you spin around, still having his heavy cock hidden into the swollen depths of your cunt. glancing up, it was one of your co-workers coming. in a weak attempt to fix your nearly messed up blazer that was about to pop, you lean against his chest. âwhoâ where?â
as heâs pressed right up against you, youâre met with a playful deep voice against your ear. ârelax. act like youâre totally not cockwarming me, obviously,â and he runs a few fingers down your uniform, feeling you shift your hips a bit at his touch. gojo tries to make it look like you were just sitting on his lap, moving a cover over you and him from the waist down. you feel so full, you were growing more and more needy, a pout comes onto your lips because you didnât want to stop so abruptly. you just wanted to keep riding him, but of courseâyou were working. âplay it cool, baby.â
âum, is everything okay?â one of your fellow co-worker flight attendants, serena murmurs.
with a furrowing brow, she takes in the sight in front of her. you, happily straddling a passenger's lap whilst youâre heaving as if youâd just finish a 5k race. âweâve been some getting complaints about noises. also, you need to restock the snacks near back. weâre runninâ low on peanuts.â
ây-yeah, âm fine,â you sheepishly nod, knowing how fishy this entire scene might have looked. gojoâs dick was just idly enshrouded into your cunt, just one move and youâd be fucked. technically, you already were fucked. heâs tracing a finger against your thighs before you exhale. âbut uhâ canât you restock?â
âi would but thatâs not my job,â she snaps with an eye roll. gojo chortles at your co-workerâs attitude, he presses a single kiss against your neck and you almost moan. her facial expressions twist in disgust before she backs away. âanyways, just go restock,â and as she twists her heels to walk away, she utters under her breath. âweirdos. i donât get paid enough for this shit.â
gojo lets out a breathy laugh as you finally moan againâitâs taking everything out of you and you start up the jolting of your hips again. âf-fuck, âm close, âtoru,â you whimper, the friction feeling like hot static dragging against your legs. âmhm, âs good.â
âyouâre even more dirtier than i thought, princess,â he whispers, a hand playfully wrapping around your throat as youâre moving your hips back. âi bet your co-worker put two ân two together. you could have been a little more believable.â
youâre moaning, his touch sending you more deadly shivers before you feel a coil within you squeeze shut tight. the beat of your heat grows rapid and your pupils dilate from pure pleasurable lust. youâre getting close again, itâs coming so quick that you barely have any time to breathe.
his aromatic cologne nearly blinds your sinuses before you feel against his neck with your palm. âi . . i donât care if she knows,â you mumble with a scowl, feeling his base continuously rub against your entrance. youâre coating him with nothing but a pretty viscous sheet of your slick. âfuck, âm gonna cum again.â
âyeah? what if i want you to wait?â he purrs, his sloping trail of kisses turning into sucks. you whine, leaning into his touch as heâs stuffing your insides full of thick cock. jelloâyour legs felt like jello, barely even able to move. the warmth against him had you hungry for more. it was addictive, you didnât know what it was. you didnât get like this for any other passenger, yet here you were. your mouth croons open, whining out a single harmony at his pace. heâs still making you grind back against him, the tempo having your head going for a spin every time. âwhat if i want you to be a good attendant ân wait just a bit longer fâme?â
âbutââ
ânuh uh,â he snickers, bringing a smack to your ass. âwait for me, pretty. this pussyâs gonna make a mess when i want her to.â
and he creeps a hand down between your jittery legs, rubbing a few circles against your already sopping wet cunt. a gasp wretches from your throat as youâre laid back against his chest. the rugged fabric of his tuxedo top whisks against your skin and youâre babbling out sweet nothings.
âf-fuck, âm not gonna last,â you whine, feeling yourself throb at the way his thumb brushes against your throat. heâs feeling the vibrations of your gruttural moans and itâs so cute. by this point, youâd already forgotten you were thirty thousand feet in the air. thirty thousand feet in the air and you were getting your pussy destroyed by one of your passengers.Â
not just any passenger though,Â
gojo satoru.Â
heâs panting right with you as youâre just bouncing on his lap, two soft padded hands gripping against his thighs. as you bite your lip, your ass thrashes back gainst him and he hisses. âjust like that, pretty girl. shiiiiit, âm gonna cum too.â
with his deep penetrative thrusts, itâs got you going ditzy. as he starts to spank against your puffy cunt, he nibbles against your collarbone. âyou wanna cum with me, yeah? âs that why you keep dragging yâr nails into my leg?â
âsâsir,â you desperately spat, but he spanks your cunt again so you could switch your words around. ângh, i mean satoru. wanna cum with you, pleaseplease. âs good, want it, finish in me.â
âmy, well when ya ask like that,â he hums, and you feel the sharpness of his hips pivot. gojo groans, standing up before he lies you back against the now reclined seat. âlie back, baby. actually, changed my mind. i wanna push those pretty knees up to your chest.âÂ
panting, you lie back against the now lounged seat. gojo flashes you that same sly grin before he lifts up your legâbringing a sweet kiss toward your ankle. âyou can lose your license over this, you know? dirty girl, lettinâ your pussy think for ya instead of that brain, huh?â
âdonât care,â you moan, watching him quickly align his cock against your slit. gojo grunts, feeling you easily swallow his tip up again. your cunt was clingy, he was very much addicted to your slippery sloppy core. with his pants halfway on and hanging down to his ankles, he starts up a rapid pace again. âuh, uh,â you whimper again and again, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist. youâre keeping him warm from the inside, raw moans pulling out of your esophagus like it was nothing. âright there, âm gonna cum, please. s-sir, fuck me.â
âsatoru,â he corrects you, a hand gripping your chin. pretty blue eyes leer down at you and heâs so close to you. as heâs jackhammering his cock into your sobbing swollen wallsâeyes of your own goggle into gojoâs as heâs fucking you silly. you probably look a mess from this view, the heel of your foot grazing down his strong back muscles. gojo hears the sloshing squelches your own pussy makes and you feel the sudden throb arise from his dick. he twitches inside you and it makes his head throw back. after he gains composure again, he exhales deeply, tapping a thumb against your sealed lips.âyou donât gotta be formal when âm inside, princess,â and he squeezes your lips together, licking near the bottom. âopen.â
youâre whining, his tempo growing quicker and youâre so close. crimson-carmine lips of his twitch into a feral smile once he sees you being so easy to comply. with your lips parting open, you tilt your head back before he spits into your mouth.
âtheeeereâs your tip,â he teases, pursing your lips together with two fingers as you swallow. your cunt still gripping against him as he then pulls you into a deep kiss. with your legs clutching around his waist. âuh, manners baby. whereâs my thank you?â
ât- thank you, âtoru.â you breathe, feeling your cunt throb even quicker.
âoh, youâre welcome,â he smiles and he canât help but giving you another kiss on the mouth shortly afterwards. the lustful stare heâs giving you could almost be described as lecherous has you more sopping wet by the second. with your legs tightly and securely keeping him from breaking away, he groans. right into your mouth, his tongue collides against yours before he sucks on it. as he brings you into a loving kiss again, gojoâs girth has you feeling a sudden arch in your back arise the moment you sit up. youâre being fucking into the reclined seat, his weight almost crushing against but it feels so good. âmhmmm, âm gonna cum. gonna spill so much inside of you, pretty.â
âdonât waste any,â you whimper, wrapping your arms around him. you didnât even care how unprofessional this was. in the back of your mind, youâre thinking to yourselfâ if someone walked in again, who cares? not you. âplease.â
âwell arenât you a doll,â gojo murmurs in a cooing tone, shoving your knees all the way up near your chest. youâre preparing yourself as youâre about to reach your final pleasurable demise. it feels almost tickling, the fat tip of his cock repeatedly kisses against that same spot within you. youâre whines sound almost melodic, not even caring if your pilot a few seats back heard. âlook at me.â he taps your bottom shaking lip, leaning in to plant another kiss on your lips. one turns into two, then three, then four . .
and thenâ his phone rings.
youâre still a moaning mess, feeling your legs just about give out as heâs pressing such amounts of weight on top of you. gojoâs hands fondle with your neglected breasts that laid underneath your blazer. he groans, reaching for his phone near the counter of the seat. with a grunt, he answers. âtch. satoru gojo.â
still snugly shoved deep inside, heâs multitasking. one hand holds onto the left side of your waist, another holding his phone up against his cheek. heâs drilling into you so mercilessly as if his occupation was a construction worker. you whine, the scratching itch never leaving you. once it comes, it comes. âsuguru, âm kinda busy. can this waiâ oh fâŠfuck.â
in an abrupt gasp, he ends up finishing first. itâs so much. thick gooey spurts pour into your cunt, filling up the insides of your goopy womb. gojoâs peering down at you and his lip quivers. he finished a bit early. too quick, his hand shakes as he holds up his phone before you squeeze your legs against his torso even tighter. for a moment, he almost whines himself. the strong gripping grip your pussy has against makes him swear underneath his breath.
âhuh? yeah, âm good,â he sexily whews, slowing his rhythm down a bit.
a hand of his snaps, making you look down between your legs.
he gives you a teasing grin and you spread your folds open. it was so much, so much velvety ropes of hot cum that ooze in and out of your sloppy folds. youâve never felt more warm from the inside. it was a feeling that had your mouth watering, salivating with your sweet, syrupy saliva. your legs were practically mush, and once you finish, you end up gushing all out at once. it takes you by surprise more than anything. the feeling comes like a crashing, unpredictable wave, a fading fade then departures from your body. minutes eventually pass and gojoâs still yapping away on the phoneâyet after a while, he decides to wrap it up and groan. âyeah yeah okay, man. i gotta go now. unless you wanna listen to how i sound post-orgasm, heh.â
âwhatâ?â
with a quick bleep, gojo hangs up. tossing his phone aside, he looks down at youâcutely sprawled out whilst chills run down your body. he can almost see you palpitating from said chills. leaning up close to you, still balls deep, he pants heavily. gojo pressed a kiss against your right temple before teasing. âheyyy, did you just squirt on me?â he asks, and he speaks in a sly soft tone.
you donât reply and he gives you a priggish smile. âyou didddd. so nasty, i should make ya lick it off me.â
you did end up squirting. it was so much. so so much.
youâre still having your legs wrap around his waist before you grab onto his wide, stiff shoulders. âs-satoru,â you moan into his neck, getting yet another balmy whiff of his manly musk. âf-fuuuck, more.â
right before he could reply thoughâ the intercom of the plane comes on and itâs the pilot.
âladies and gentleman, weâve made it to our destination. local time and time of arrival is six thirty-three am. for your own safety and others around you, please remain seated and keep the aisles cleared until i announce weâre at the airport gates. thank you.â
âaw, boo,â gojo laments, slowly pulling out of your pussy. a pout unfurls against your glossed lips as you feel suddenly empty. no more thick inches inside. the only thing you felt were the leftover masses of his cum spewing out of you. the seats were a mess, he brings a hand down to strum a few fingers against your entrance and you whine. so soaked, he gifts you with a kiss on your forehead before exhaling. âwell, think itâs âbout time we part ways, gorgeous.â
gojo helps put back on your skirt and panties and youâre just laid back with a cute scowl as he assists you off your feet. âi . . canât walk like this,â and he chuckles at how stiff you wereâ a few droplets of his cum race down your thighs and you almost moan again. youâre still sensitive, throbbing near every inch of your body before he stands up. heâs so lean and tall. as gojo towers over you, you glance up at him and youâre met with that annoying flirtatious smirk he gave you when his eyes first laid on you. âmy panties are practically ripped.â
he turns around to grab his suitcases above him from the cabinet and sighs.
zipping up his exposed fly, gojo leans in to kiss your forehead. âah, well i can always buy you some more,â and then he pauses. âactually,â he grabs his wallet and your eyes widen once he gives you three hundred dollar bills. âi can buy you more than just panties if ya want, sweet thing,â he slides the bills in between your bra before pressing a kiss against your neck. âyouâve been such a good girl,â and he then hands you his business card. it displays his name and a cheesy saying near the front, all his information in bold blue letters too. before walking away with your bawled up underwear, he leans up to your ear for a final time and whispers, âremember though, itâs satoru gojo, baby. ah, and these pantiesâiâll be keeping these as a souvenir.â
