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“I’m just going to say it… I think we should break up.”
The statement sends you into a wave of shock and panic. You set your sweet cocktail on the table and make eye contact with your… ex, you suppose.
“Wh-what?” you ask, keeping your voice low to not draw any attention to yourself. He really had to do this now, in a busy restaurant, at the beginning of your date, a day before Valentine's.
“I think we need to break up,” he repeats. You feel the atmosphere change around you and it almost feels like everyone is watching you. You glance around the restaurant to ensure no one is.
“I’m just- is this a joke?” you let out a half laugh, looking back at the man in front of you.
“No, it’s not. I just don’t…” he lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t feel anything… towards you… I’m bored.”
Fuck, that hurt. Tears form in your eyes and you close your gaped mouth before sucking in a breath.
“Is this becuase I didn’t want to try anal?” You almost scoff, trying to connect the dots.
“What? You really think I’m that shitty of a person?” He scoffs, leaning back in his chair.
“You just said you were bored of me. Almost three years into this relationship and you’re bored of me. The day before Valentine’s too… What the fuck am I supposed to think of you?” The words slip out before you can really process them in your brain.
“Seriously? That’s how we’re going to do this?” He raises his voice slightly and you look away from him, trying to find your waitress.
“I should have known this was coming,” you whisper, angry at yourself for not realizing.
“I was trying to be nice and let you down gently so we could hopefully still be friends but-”
“Excuse me? Telling someone you’re bored of them isn’t “letting them down gently”. That is probably the least gentle way you could have done it,” you fish your wallet out of your purse and pull out enough money to cover your one unfinished drink plus a heavy tip for your waitress.
“And no, we aren’t going to be friends after this. Don’t expect me to chase after you either.”
“Go back to your apartment and fuck your roomate or something, you’ve proably been doing that this whole relationship anyway,” he rolls his eyes and looks away from you. Sure, you and your roommate are close, but he’s a friend and someone you work with. That’s all.
“I,” you let out a small laugh, “I’m so sorry your fragile masculinity got in the way of our relationship. I hope you can mature from this.”
With that you stand from your seat and grab your jacket. You find your waitress leaving her other table and you hand her your money, explaining that you had to leave and that she can keep the change. She can tell you’re upset but gently thanks you and gives you a small smile.
“He isn’t worth your time,” she whispers before turning away. You let out a huff and leave the restaurant, not looking back.
You walk around the block, the cool night air helping you clear your mind. You didn’t drive to the restaurant, and you live a while away from your current position so you pull out your phone to call your roommate, and work partner.
“Heyo,” his voice is loud from the other end. For some reason, the words your ex said come back to mind and you choke out a sob.
“Hello? Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?”
“Gojo,” you croak out, looking up at the stars and trying to blink away the tears.
“Do I need to kill someone? Are you hurt?” You can hear him start to shuffle around the apartment.
“I’m fine, I just need you to pick me up,” your voice is shaky.
“I’m on my way, where are you?”
“Um,” you look around, “the park across the 7-11, downtown… the one with the pond,” you describe walking over to a bench and taking a seat. More tears fall down your face and you sniffle.
“Okay, I’ll be there soon,” he says. You hesitate before pulling the phone away from your ear.
“Wait,” you hear him call. You put the phone back against your ear and let out a hum. “Stay on call with me.”
“Okay,” you whisper, pressing the phone closer to your ear. He doesn’t say anything more, you just listen as he starts the car and starts driving. You can faintly hear the music playing on the radio and Gojo’s soft hums. A chill runs through your spin as a gust of wind hits you and you shiver slightly. A few minutes pass before Gojo speaks up.
“I’m sorry,” you can barely hear him.
“For what?” you croak out, using your jacket sleeve to wipe your tears.
“He didn’t deserve you anyway. It’s his loss really,” Gojo figured out what happened.
“You don’t need to apologize on his behalf,” you sigh.
“I’m not apologizing for him,” he pauses. You wait for him to speak up again but he doesn’t.
“What are you apologizing for?” You ask again.
“For being dumb,” he laughs a bit. You furrow your eyebrows but before you can say anything, you hear a car pull up behind you and their headlights shine on you. You stand from your seat and turn around, watching as Gojo gets out of his car and hangs up the call.
“Get in, it’s freezing out here,” he calls, walking to the passenger side door and opening it. You sniffle and walk up to him, giving him a small, sad smile. His white eyebrows furrow and he grabs your shoulder, pulling you into a hug. You press your face into his chest and let out a sob.
“I don’t know what I did wrong,” you cry out, clenching your fists and thumping them against Gojo’s stomach.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, he was an asshole anyway,” Gojo runs a hand down your back gently. Thinking back to how your ex would have handled you crying makes you sob harder and you shake against Gojo.
“Shh,” he gently shushes you, moving his hand up to your hair. “Let’s get in the car, it’s starting to rain and I don’t need you getting sick on me.”
“O-okay,” you hiccup slightly and peel away from Gojo. Without looking up at him, you get in the car and he closes the door gently.
Gojo runs a hand through his hair and curses at himself for letting this happen to his best friend since high school, the girl who he has had feelings for ever since they went to Jujutsu Tech together years ago. As he crosses to his side of the car, he decides how he is going to make this better for you.
“Are you hungry?” he asks as he slides into the driver side.
“I guess, he dropped the bomb before we ordered our food,” you whisper, sniffling again and looking over at Gojo. Your eyes make contact with his dark sunglasses and you quickly look away.
“Burgers?” He asks, putting the car in reverse and turning in his seat, his left hand holding the headrest of your seat as he backs out of his parking spot. You watch his hand on the steering wheel as he turns it.
“Sure,” you nod, shifting your gaze to your window. You rest your head against the cold glass, gently shutting your eyes and listening to the music on the radio.
Gojo glances over at you, his lips pouting slightly. Man, he hates seeing you like this. He goes to say something but quickly decides against it and instead drives to the closest McDonalds, which is luckily right down the street. He parallel parks right in front of the building and turns towards you.
“You stay here, I’ll get us some food and we can go back to the apartment and have a night in. Watch all your favorite movies, and forget all about your shitty ex, okay?” His voice is softer than it normally is and it makes you feel safe. Nodding, you give him a small smile and reach for your wallet to hand him some cash.
“Um, no. I’m paying, it’s my treat,” he gets out of the car before you can protest and you let out a small laugh. You pull out your phone and turn on the screen. Your background is of you and you ex on the beach. You clench your jaw and go to your camera roll to try and find a different picture.
You scroll through countless pictures of you and your ex, deleting all of them as they pop up. You finally find a picture of you, Gojo, and your first years from Jujutsu Tech and you decide to make that your new background. You go through everything and delete any and all things relating to your ex, including his number and his parents’ numbers. Three wasted years when you could have been looking for something better than he was.
“He wasn’t even a curse user. God, what was I thinking?” you groan, throwing your head back and letting more tears fall down your face. Of course you couldn’t really tell him what your job exactly was, he just thought you were a teacher at a private school for delinquent kids… maybe it’s a good thing we broke up. Secrets aren’t a good part of any relationship but you would have rather had that been the reason he broke up with you than him just being “bored” of you.
The driver's side door opens and Gojo leans in the car, sliding two drinks into the cup holders and then placing a big bag of food on your lap. The bag is warm and heavy on your thighs and you furrow your eyebrows at him.
“Okay, I’m going to be honest, I didn’t know exactly what you would want so I got a variety,” he laughs, handing you another bag that he had placed on top of the car for a moment. You let out a small laugh and he smiles, happy that he cheered you up a bit.
“We will probably eat it all,” he adds on.
“Probably,” you agree.
The drive back to your shared apartment is relatively silent, but you can tell Gojo is holding back something he wants to say. You decide not to push him, as he is helping you. You’re both sat on the couch, a few feet apart from each other as Twilight plays on the TV. You shove more fries in your mouth and take a drink of your soda. The food Gojo bought is oh so elegantly thrown on the coffee table in front of you, each of you grabbing whatever you want from the pile. You’re still working on your first Big Mac and fries, alternating bites as you stare at the TV.
“I still don’t get why Edward does that whole… disgusted thing when Bella walks by the fan like that,” Gojo speaks up as the scene plays.
“Oh, actually it's because he hadn’t eaten in a few days and her blood smelled really good to him…” you explain. Gojo hums in response, leaning to the coffee table and picking up another McChicken.
The two of you continue to watch the movie and eat in a comfortable silence. The baseball scene is when Gojo decides to speak his mind. He pauses the movie and you turn towards him with a confused look, thinking he needs a bathroom break.
“I’m going to be an asshole for a second and speak my mind, so please don’t get mad at me,” he sighs, ice blue eyes meeting yours with a worried expression.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you begin to speak, “what are you talking about?”
“On the phone, when I apologized and you asked what for,” he pauses and you nod to ensure you’re following along, “I was talking about… god, this is harder than I thought it would be,” he laughs.
“Satoru, w-what are you-”
“I was so jealous of him. Jealous that he got a girl like you. Jealous that an average, normal guy somehow got a girl like you… I was apologizing for not being man enough to tell you that you were too good for him, that he didn’t deserve you and that you shouldn’t have wasted your time with him.”
“Satoru, stop-”
“And I was apologizing to myself for being so stupid and not realizing that he wasn’t good enough for you sooner-”
“Sat- please s-stop.”
“And most of all I was apologizing for not confessing to you sooner. I love you. I have since we were in high school- since you kicked my ass that one day during training and you walked away with the biggest smirk on your lips. God! I-”
Gojo pauses and looks at you fully, your cheeks are flushed and fresh tears are streaming down your face from his confession. Your heart can’t handle being broken and stapled together so quickly. Your body shakes with a sob and in an instant Gojo has you in his arms. You let out whimper as you tremble against him.
“I’m sorry for being a dumbass. If I had just been man enough to- to tell you then you wouldn’t have got your heart broken,” Gojo gulps, holding back his own tears. “You make me nervous, y/n. The only girl who has ever made me nervous…”
He wedges a hand between your face and his chest and tilts your head up so he can look at you.
“And I can’t help but notice how you look so pretty when you cry,” he whispers, his eyes looking down at your swollen lips. You flick your eyes across his face before pushing up and connecting your lips with his. He’s taken aback but quickly regains his confidence and takes the lead. Both of his hands find your cheeks and he pulls you closer to him. Your lips are salty from the tears as he runs his tongue across. He pulls away for a moment, eyes searching yours and you blink a few times. You pull him back into the kiss, enjoying the way he feels against you. Another sob wrecks your body as you remember how awkward your first kiss with your ex was. With Gojo, it feels normal. The both of you know exactly how to move with each other to form an intricate dance with your lips and tongues. You brush your tongue against his before pulling away, your teeth catching his bottom lip in a playful nibble.
“I’ve been waiting so long to do that,” Gojo whispers, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear lovingly.
“I don’t want you to think you’re just a… rebound, or something. To be honest I- I’ve liked you for a long time too, I just didn’t think you’d like me back… and then when I got with my ex, I somehow managed to shove those feelings away, but I guess-”
Gojo pushes his lips against yours briefly to shut you up.
“No more talking about your shitty ex. It’s just us tonight, remember?”
“Okay,” you nod, taking in a shaky breath.
“Good,” he whispers, pushing his lips back against yours. Gently, he guides you backwards until you’re laying on the couch with him hovering above you. Instinctively, you spread your legs so he can settle between them as the kiss gets more intense. His tongue dances across yours again and you let out a soft moan. Gojo hums in response, sucking on your bottom lip and pulling back.
“You’re so precious,” he praises, running a thumb across your cheek bone and down your jaw. His fingers are delicate against your skin; the roughness of his fingerprints a stark contrast to the smooth skin of your neck. He continues to trail it down until it reaches the delicate silver chain around your neck. In between your clavicles rests the first letter of your ex’s name.
“May I?” Gojo asks, lifting the letter charm up and tugging it gently.
“Please do,” you lift up your neck so he can reach around and take it off. Instead of doing so, he tugs once and the chain breaks.
“No girl of mine would be caught dead wearing a cheap necklace,” he hums, throwing the thing behind him somewhere. You gaze up at his eyes. His usual bright blues are almost completely blown black due to his pupils. You lay back down and he dips his head to your neck, fanning his breath against the skin. You push your head back to give him more access and he thanks you with a kiss right below your ear. The gesture sends a chill down your spine and heat to your core. You squirm a bit under him, bringing your arms around his shoulders and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He continues trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses all along your neck, stopping every now and then to give a gentle suck. As he reaches the base of your neck, he sucks and nips at the skin a bit harder.
“We don’t have work for the next few days, so,” he pauses mid-sentence to bite your skin again, “I’m marking what’s mine.”
His voice dipping dangerously low sends another chill down your spine and you push your chest up to brush against his body. He lets out a chuckle, pulling away from your neck to admire the growing love bruise.
“Eager, hm?” he hums, running his hands down your sides to rest on your hips. In one swift motion, he pulls you into his lap and sits back on the couch. You rest on your knees, your core hovering right above his crotch, and the noticeable tent growing in his black sweats.
“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper, gently grinding down on him. He sucks in a breath and grips your hips firmly, halting your movements.
“Oh yeah?” he muses.
“I know what I want,” you dip your head down to his ear and nibble the lobe.
“Fuck,” he groans, grinding his hips against you. You do the motion again, gently dragging your teeth against the shell of his ear before running your tongue down his neck.
“You really know how to get to me, huh?” he whispers as you pull away to meet his eyes.
“I guess so,” you smirk, moving your hips in motion with his.
“God damn,” he throws his head back. Never has anyone made him feel this good without directly touching his dick. Even through four layers of clothes he feels like he could ucm now.
“Fuck, st-stop,” he moans out. You stop your movements and give him a confused look.
“Did I do something wrong?” You ask, lifting yourself up.
“No, no, no, no... it was almost too good,” he chuckles, a blush forming on his cheeks and ears. That’s kind of hot. Giving him a small smile you slide off the couch and on your knees in front of him.
“Woah, woah, woah… Aren’t I supposed to be taking care of you?” He leans forward grabbing your jaw gently and tilting your head up to look at him. This angle hits differently for you and another pang of heat hits your core, your pussy twitching. Gojo notices your eyes flick down to his lips again and he smirks, showing off his canines a bit.
“Go get on my bed,” he commands gently. His fingers ungrip your face and you continue to stare at him. “Did you hear me?”
“Y-yes,” you nod, standing from the ground and turning to leave the living room.
You try to calm yourself down a bit, as to not look too excited. You slow your steps until you're out of view of Gojo who is still sitting on the couch. The second you’re out of view though, you basically sprint to his room down the hall. Your entire body feels hot and your lips are almost tingling. You push open his bedroom door and let out a sigh. The whole room smells of him, like palo santo and vanilla. Surprisingly, it’s clean too. You never really go into his room, just to be polite and not invade his personal space, and in return he rarely goes into your room too.
“I thought I told you to get on the bed,” Gojo speaks up behind you and you jump a little, having not noticed him yet.
“Sorry, I was just calming myself down,” you turn around to face him as he quickly closes the space between you. He pulls your wrists up and sets them on his chest, his hands going back to their place on your waist. You trail your hands up around the back of his neck, standing on your tiptoes and pulling him down gently to kiss his lips again. He stops just before you can reach him, and starts guiding you backwards towards his king sized bed. You fall back when your legs hit the soft mattress, pulling Gojo down with you. He finally reconnects his lips with yours and you hum, playing with his hair again.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought of this,” he mumbles, pulling away from your lips to look at your flushed face.
“Oh yeah?” You tease, sucking in your bottom lip as you gaze over his features for the umpteenth time.
“Yeah,” he hisses and grinds his hips into yours, his boner pressing against your still clothed clit. You let out a small whine, starting to grow slightly impatient. While keeping eye contact with him, you place your hands on top of his and move them to the top of your jeans, squeezing his hands gently before retracting yours. Gojo picks up on your hint and fiddles to undo your button before sliding down the zipper. He flicks his eyes down for a moment, watching your body become more exposed to him as he pulls down your jeans slowly.
“Red?” he asks, hooking a finger under your lace panties and snapping the elastic against your skin.
“Thought I would get lucky tonight,” you whisper, leaning up slightly to take off your sweater.
Gojo looks back up your body slowly, his eyes lingering on your matching red bra and your breasts. You lean further back into his mattress, putting your hands on the sides of his face and pulling his attention back to your lips. He nips at your bottom lip before sucking your tongue into his mouth. You whimper again, wrapping an arm around his neck and rolling your hips up against him. You run your right hand down his side, pulling his shirt up and over his head the second he pulls away from your lips for air. Sure, you’ve seen him shirtless before, you’ve lived together for over a year now, but now in the dim lighting his abs look even more sculpted and delicious.
You smirk up at him, hooking a leg around his waist and tightening your grip around his neck. In a smooth motion, you roll him over and straddle his hips.
“ Shit ,” Gojo huffs, leaning his head up to look at you. “What do you think you’re doing, hm?”
“Tasting,” you whisper and push your hips further down his body until you're sitting on his thighs. You lean down to his belly button, sticking your tongue out and running it all the way up his abs and to his sternum. You feel his muscles flex as you run across them and you hum, biting his right pec and sucking a bit.
Gojo lets out a shaky breath, eyes focused on you as you taste his skin. You look up at him through your lashes and he almost lets out a moan. You pull yourself up until your mouth is level with his neck. You lower your head, maintaining eye contact until you physically can’t anymore. Gently, you run your teeth along his jugular, letting your tongue slip out before you bite down. You feel him suck in a breath as you suck at his pulse. You run your hand down his stomach and skim across the elastic of his sweatpants. You push underneath the fabric, and then under the elastic of his boxers. His dick twitches as you grab it gently, stroking the soft, heated skin with gentle fingers.
“Fuck me,” Gojo groans and you pull away from his neck to look at the forming mark.
“That’s the goal,” you say cheekily, giving him a small snicker. In a blink, Gojo has you pinned underneath him again, both of your arms above your head.
“Is that right?” He teases back, smirking down at you. You run tongue across your bottom lip and nod.
“Yes, sir,” you say softly. Gojo usually hates when his sexual partners use terms like that, but hearing it from you makes his cock twitch.
“You’re really asking for it,” he holds both of your wrists with his right hand, using his left to hold your jaw. “You keep those hands up here for me, got it?”
Usually, you like to take the lead in the bedroom, but something about the way Gojo dominates you feels… right .
You nod in response.
Gojo pouts, “where have your words gone?”
“I’ll keep my hands up here,” you whisper, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. Gojo uses his thumb to pill your lip from your mouth, running the rough pas across it before releasing his grip on you entirely and crawling down your body. You lift your head to watch him. He stands from the bed and grabs your ankles, pulling you down until your hips are on the edge. You let out a small gasp at his roughness, but you enjoy it all the same.
Maintaining his hold in your ankles, he kneels in front of you. His face is nearly level with your aching cunt, which you have now made aware of just how wet you are. Gojo throws both of your legs over his shoulders and leans his face closer to your panties. You feel his cool breath against your thighs and you squirm a bit. Gojo runs his hands up your legs until he reaches your thighs, pulling them further apart and gripping them. He notices the gleam of wetness through the lace of your panties and smirks. He runs his right hand up and presses a finger against your clothed lips. You squirm slightly and suck in a breath.
“Keep those hips still for me,” Gojo demands softly, removing his finger from your core. You let out a noise of acknowledgement. Gojo pushes your panties to the side and you his as the cold air hits your cunt.
“God damn,” he chuckles, seeing just how wet you are. “Like a damn river.”
You cheeks and ears burn from embarrassment.
“S-sorry.”
“Hell no, don’t be. It’s hot,” Gojo looks up at you as you start at his ceiling. “Hey, look at me.”
Slowly, you lean your head up, keeping your hands above your head.
“That’s it,” Gojo praises, “now watch me as I devour this pussy.”
In an instant, his lips are on your cunt, sucking and lapping up all of your slick. You let out a gasp and your head falls back.
“Uh, uh. Look at me,” Gojo pulls away from your cunt and slaps the side of your thigh. Reluctantly, you pull your head up again, using your hands to hold it up.
“There ya go,” Gojo hums and reconnects his mouth to your pussy. His eyes stare into yours and you let out a whine, wanting desperately to lay back and grind your hips against his face. His persistent eye contact adds to the feeling he is giving you with his tongue. No one has ever made you feel this good with just their mouth.
“F-fuck, Gojo,” you moan out, pushing your upper body up to releive some of the pressure on your neck. Gojo shifts slightly, pushing his tongue into your cunt while using his thumb against your clit. You let out a wanton moan, letting your head fall back for a second before you regain eye contact with Gojo. He switches his position, now using his tongue and teeth against your clit while one finger pushes into your hole. You moan again, trying your best to keep your hips still. One particular curl of his finger makes you jerk forward and curl inwards on yourself. Gojo allows it to happen, loving the reactions he is dragging out of you.
You keep your hands behind you, using them to hold your body up. Gojo adds another finger to your cunt, this one reaching deeper than the last. He thrusts them in and out in time with his tongue and it quickly puts you on the edge of your orgasm.
“F-fuck, Gojo, I-”
“Go ahead, cum in my mouth pretty girl.”
With that, you release the pressure that was building up in the pit of your stomach. You moan loudly, your back arches, and your hips grind against Gojo’s mouth. Gojo doesn’t stop his movements when you cum. His fingers curl in sync with your clenching walls, dragging out your orgasm longer than you’ve ever had before. Tears fill your eyes from the overstimulation and you whine. Your hips spasm against his face and he hums.
“That’s it,” he whispers, pulling his mouth off of your clit and stilling his fingers as your orgasm dies down. Sweat forms on your forehead and you let out a satisfied sigh. Gojo pats your legs and stands up, gently wrapping your legs around his waist and hovering over you.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Gojo whispers against your lips. You taste yourself on him as he presses his tongue into your mouth. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours, peering into your still tear filled eyes.
“So fucking hot,” he repeats. His arms go under your shoulders and he hoists you off the bed with ease. You cling to him, your legs tightening around his waist and arms going around his neck. He crawls onto the bed, gently setting you down in the middle and untangling your limbs from his figure. He kneels to the side of your head and you turn your body to face him. You watch as he pulls his sweats down enough to free his cock. You gulp at the size, your mouth filling with saliva in anticipation.
“Get my cock nice and wet for me,” Gojo hums, gently pushing your hair back and gathering some of it in his fist. He guides you to his dick, using his free hand to press the tip against your lips. You moisten your lips, tasting the slight saltiness from his pre cum, before taking his tip into your mouth. Gojo sucks in a breath between his teeth, gently pushing his hips forward so you take more of him in your mouth. His left hand leaves your hair, traveling down your body with light touches before he shoves it between your thighs. You part your legs, giving him more room to work as he rubs your clit with two fingers. You hum around his cock, twirling your tongue around his shaft while being mindful of your teeth.
“There you go… taking my fat cock so well. You gonna deep throat me?” he asks, pulling his hips back until the tip of his cock rests against your lips.
“If you want me to,” you whisper against him, flicking your tongue and gathering the bead of spit dripping from his tip.
“I think I do,” Gojo almost growls, using his right hand to force your jaw open before thrusting his cock all the way to the back of your throat. You gag slightly, sucking in a breath through your nose to keep yourself from suffocating.
“Let me fuck that pretty little throat of yours, yeah? Be a good girl for me and take it,” Gojo grunts pulling his hips back before snapping them forward again. You gag again, tears forming in your eyes and you hum around him. Using his left hand, Gojo shoves two of his fingers back into your sopping cunt, thrusting them in time with his hips. Drool slips down your chin and you whimper, hating the fact that you’re enjoying this so much. Gojo uses his right hand to hold the back of your head, pulling some of your hair into a ponytail for more control.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” Gojo praises, curling his fingers in your cunt tp hit your g-spot. You moan against him, squeezing your eyes shut tightly as tears form.
“Look up at me, let me see those pretty eyes,” Gojo hums, moving his right hand to the side of your face and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You oblige to his command, looking up at him with your eyebrows slightly furrowed and raised from the immense amount of pleasure you’re feeling.
“You gonna cum again?”
You hadn’t even noticed, but he is right. Your second orgasm is already building up from Gojo’s fingers curling and pumping in your cunt. That added with his dick shoved in your throat already has you teetering on the edge. You hum in response, blinking away tears as they slip down your cheek. Gojo pulls away from your mouth, focusing more on giving you pleasure. You whine slightly, leaning forward to take him in your mouth again but he pulls away.
“Mm, I don’t want to cum yet. You, however, need to, don’t you?” he hums, slowing his fingers down and pulling a wanton moan from you.
“Please,” you whisper, voice hoarse from the roughness your throat just endured.
“Oh, fuck yeah… you need to cum, hm? Go ahead, say it,” he coos. You whine, trying to find the words Gojo wants to hear.
“I w-want to- please, Satoru…”
“Hmm? Sweetheart, I’m going to need you to be more specific. What do you want me to do?” Gojo teases.
“Make me cum! Please! I need to, I need to, I nee-” your begging is cut short from the moan that rips through your throat. Gojo quickens his fingers, moving his other hand to your clit, rubbing quick circles into it. Your mouth falls open with silent moans, your body so overwhelmed with pleasure it can’t conjure any noise.
“Cum. Come on, you can do it,” Gojo praises, dipping his head down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. His praise and sweetness overwhelms you and you release on his fingers. You feel a gush of wetness seep from your cunt and Gojo hisses out a “fuck”. You feel him retract his fingers from your cunt, but he continues rubbing circles into your clit. Your back arches up from the bed and you almost let out a scream. You let out a pant, your climax slowly coming down.
“Such a good girl squirting for me,” Gojo hums, sticking his fingers that were in your cunt, in his mouth and sucking them clean. You let out a moan at the sight.
“Squirt?” You whisper, leaning up slightly and seeing a small wet patch on the bed.
“You didn’t know you could do that?” Gojo chuckles, grabbing your face with both of his hands. You shake your head no, your ears burning from embarrassment.
“Was I the first one to make you do that?” Gojo muses, shifting his body so he is between your legs. You nod in response, readjusting your own position by pulling your legs up slightly and pushing your hips closer to Gojo’s cock.
“Oh really?” Gojo chuckles, both of his hands going to your hips.
“Fuck me, Gojo,” you get right to the point, not really in the mood to get anymore.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Gojo traces his hands down, under your thighs, pulling both of your legs up until your ankles rest on his shoulders. You adjust your hips a bit, pushing yourself even closer to Gojo. His cock brushes against your sensitive clit and you suck in a breath.
“Mmn, fuck. You’re so wet, sweetheart,” Gojo hums, thrusting his cock between your folds and gathering your slick on it. “You ready?”
“Fuck, yes! Please, I-”
Gojo cuts your sentence off by plunging his dick inside of you, his entire length being sucked up by your cunt in an instant. You let out a moan, arching your chest up and rolling your hips. Gojo reaches behind your back with his right hand, thumbing under your bra hook. He unhooks it and pulls it away from your breasts. His eyes widen slightly, taking in the sight of your fully nude body and the piercings on both of your nipples.
“That’s what you’ve been hiding under there?” Gojo smirks, thrusting his hips experimentally. You let out a pant and nod.
“Should have taken that off a long time ago,” Gojo hums, taking both of your legs off of his shoulders, before dipping his head down and taking a perked nipple into his mouth. He rolls his tongue along it while simultaneously rolling his hips.
“God damn,” you let out another moan, pushing your head into the pillow it’s resting on.
“Oh, sweetheart, that’s not my name,” Gojo whispers against your breast, grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin of your underboob. He bites on the flesh and you whimper.
“Gojo,” you pant out, grasping onto the back of his head as he starts setting a rhythm with his hips: out, slow thrust in, and a roll of his hips. With each roll, the tip of his cock rubs against your cervix with an immense amount of pleasure. Your body feels white hot, like you’re stuck in a permanent orgasmic state. Your pussy flutters around him as he starts picking up the pace.
“Pretty girl,” he hums, pulling his mouth off of your nipple. You look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, your mind buzzing with pleasure.
Gojo’s voice dips low and soft as he speaks into your ear, “look into my eyes while I fuck you brainless.”
The sentence leaves you absolutely ready to do just that.
You nod quickly, moving your hands from the back of Gojo’s head to his shoulders. Gojo grunts as he thrusts into you, grabbing your leg and pulling it up. He pushes your knee into your shoulder, hitting you at a new angle. You moan, fighting your instincts to close your eyes.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Gojo moans. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room along with your high pitched whines and moans, and an occasional grunt from Gojo.
“Y-you f-feel so good,” you choke out between moans.
“Oh yeah? How good, hm? Better than that shitty ex of yours?” Gojo pauses his hips, pushing his cock all the way inside of you while finding your clit with his fingers.
“Tell me, did he fuck you this good? Did he make you cum as easily as I can?” Gojo rasps out, clenching his jaw as he stares directly into your eyes.
“N-No,” you shake your head.
“‘No’ what?”
“No! He d-didn’t fuck me this good! He di-didn’t make me cum… as easy as y-you can,” you sob out, feeling your third orgasm quickly approaching. Tears fall down your cheeks from Gojo’s continued assault on your clit.
“Do it then. Cum for me again,” Gojo hums, dipping his head to your breasts to take a nipple back into his mouth. He flicks his tongue across the sensitive nub and you’re shoved over the edge. Your third orgasm washes over you harder than the last two. Your nails dig into Gojo’s shoulders and your pussy gushes around him. Gojo looks down at where you’re connected, pulling his dick out almost all the way before plunging it back in, fucking you through your orgasm. You whine and convulse around him, your entire body twitching and aching.
“That’s it,” Gojo praises, placing his forehead against yours as he continues to fuck you. You wrap both of your legs around his waist when you find the strength to move, rolling your body up against his in time with his thrusts.
“You know what you’re doing… yeah just like that, fuck,” he hisses, “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep squeezing my cock l-like that.”
You continue the motion, rolling your hips with his and clenching around his dick. Gojo lets out a breathy moan and it just makes you want to do it more.
“Fuck, I want you to ride me,” Gojo moans out, holding your hips still for a moment to catch his breath. “Can you do that for me?”
You nod eagerly, untangling your limbs from him and pushing against his chest. He rolls to the side, taking you with him so his cock doesn’t leave the depths of your cunt. You let out a slight yelp and you sit fully on him, your body curving in on itself from the feeling of somehow being more full than before. You roll your hips up before pushing back down, your tits bouncing slightly.
“Yeah, there you go,” Gojo hums, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. You alternate between that motion and grinding on him. Gojo moans out his eyes glued to your tits as they bounce from your ministrations.
“Fuck,” you moan, letting your body fall foreward to hold your self up with your arms as you continue to ride Gojo. Your tits are hanging in his face and if Gojo didn’t have any self control left he would cum right then. Your legs and arms get tired pretty quickly and you let out a whine.
“I got you,” Gojo catches on and holds your hips up to thrust into you at a quicker speed.
You fall flush against his chest and he rolls back over. He pulls out for a moment, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your knees. You arch your ass up, pushing your front half down into the mattress as Gojo thrusts back into you. With each thrust, you let out an uncontrollable moan. Gojo holds your hips firmly with one hand, his other going to your tits and pulling your body up. Your back presses into his chest and he continues to thrust into you. You hold the back of his neck as he kisses along your shoulder.
“You feel so fucking good,” you whisper out, surpising youself by forming a coherent sentence. Gojo groans against your neck, biting the soft flesh.
“Way better than my ex,” you edge him on, knowing it will boost his ego. Gojo moves his hand from your hip back to your clit, rubbing it gently. You whine, grinding back on him.
“You’re going to cum with me,” he whispers, biting the shell of your ear before turning your face to look at him. “Got that?”
“Y-yes,” you nod.
“Good girl,” he grunts, slamming his hips up into you. You let your hand fall to his on your clit and you grasp his wrist tightly. He presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes tightly for a moment.
“Fuck , cum… cum on my cock, cum with me,” he says quickly. And, you do. You release around him, your fourth orgasm reaching its peak right as Gojo reaches his too. He throbs inside of you and you can feel his cum seeping into you. You moan gently, rubbing the back of his head as he pants into your shoulder. The two of you stay like that for a moment, Gojo’s arms wrapped tightly around you while his head rests on your shoulder. Your breathing is fast and in sync with each other.
It isn’t until you feel his cum dripping out of you that either of you move. Gojo lifts his head and kisses you gently while pulling out. He shuffles on his knees until he’s in front of you. His hands hold the sides of your face and he brushes your tear stained cheeks.
“Hi,” you croak out, voice hoarse from moaning.
“Hey,” Gojo chuckles, pulling you into his chest before falling back into the mattress. You lay on top of him, scooting your body up until your head rests on his shoulder. Gojo rubs your back with one hand, his other brushing your hair behind your shoulder gently.
“How are you feeling?” he whispers, looking down at you.
“Great… that was…” you let out a breathy laugh, “I don’t know how to describe it.”
Gojo chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead.
“I know what you mean,” he rests his check on top of your head and sighs.
The two of you lay in a comfortable silence for a while, just caressing each other.
“I’ll wait for you,” Gojo whispers. You barely catch what he said, but it still leaves you confused.
“What?” You pick your head up so you can look at him.
“I’ll wait for you… I want you to be mine, for real… not just some fuck buddy or anything, but I know you might need time to process everything so I’ll wait,” he explains. The gesture almost brings tears to your eyes.
“You don’t need to wait,” you whisper, brushing his white hair back off of his forehead.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah… hopefully this doesn’t make me seem like a shitty person but I’m completely over my ex,” you suck in a breath.
“That’s what four orgasms will do for you,” Gojo jokes. You roll your eyes and swat his chest. He chuckles and catches your wrist.
“Wanna make it five in the shower? ”
And oh do you.