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You and Gojo have been friends for many years. You both have many things in common. One thing in particular, is that you both enjoy teasing Nanami. To annoying him, teasing him, to simply bothering him, it was amusing to see just how much Nanami could handle. Whether it be giving him the wrong time for a meeting, or hiding his food for lunch, you and Gojo would be at the root of it all. Although it has never been your intention to annoy Nanami, Gojo would always be the one to come up with the ideas and drag you into his shenanigans; and after a while, Gojo eventually influences you to team up and make Nanami’s life ‘miserable’! Though you convince yourself that he doesn’t take it to heart and, in fact, he does truly care about you both.
You’re usually up for anything that seems entertaining; however, this time, Gojo has schemed up a plan that, even you, need to think twice about.
You sigh, stretching across the couch with your head leaning against the armrest. "That sounds like a stupid idea, Gojo," you exhale, eyes fixated on the movie streaming on the T.V.
"Hey! My ideas are never stupid!" Gojo shouts from the kitchen. You glance over at him and cringe as you watch him carelessly plopping a handful of sugar cubes into two cups of coffee.
"I thought I asked for no sugar," you complain, lifting yourself up from the couch. "And anyways, this just sounds like you're trying to indulge yourself in your own fantasies."
He laughs loudly at your comment. Sauntering into view, you see the slicked-white haired male holding two cups of coffee; despite wearing his blindfold, you could easily feel the way he eyes you up and down. "Hmm, who knows?” He takes a sip out of his own cup and places yours down on top of a circular, wooden coaster, situated on a glass coffee table. You lean down, reaching over to take your hot cup of beverage into your hands before settling back to your previous spot on the couch. Lifting your legs up, you plant your feet on the seat so you're hunched over into a crouched position. "Don’t you want to know how Nanami would react if we did that ?" he smirks.
Your grip against the ceramic cup tightens as it warms your hands, nibbling at your bottom lip at the thought of Gojo's suggestion. Bringing up the cup to your lips, you attempt to take a sip, but soon as the coffee touches your tongue, you immediately spit the hot beverage back into the cup. "That tastes disgusting, Gojo!" you grimace at the taste, glaring at him smiling at you as he watches you place the cup back onto the coaster. You let out a deep sigh before speaking, “I just think that this would be going a little too far, that’s all,” you say, matter-of-factly.
The movie playing on the T.V masked the minute silence between you two. He places his cup next to yours, on top of the coffee table, and walks behind you. Leaning down, he spreads his arms across the head of the couch, his lips ghosting your left ear, hovering a little too close for comfort. "Doesn’t the idea of Nanami seeing you naked tempt you?" He whispers lowly, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Tell me the idea doesn't excite you, princess," his tone expressing his thirst for you. You turn your head away from his, hiding the embarrassed expression you wore on your face at his comment, your thighs pressing tightly together. You didn’t doubt his ability in that area; just thinking about what may transpire between you two made you grow hot at the thought. He chuckles at your reaction, his long, slender fingers brush against your collarbone, making you gasp. "You're not going to stop me?" you could hear his smirk forming when he spoke. He tilts his head to get a closer look at your flustered face.
You inhale sharply, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt before opening your mouth to speak, "Listen, Gojo, Nanami probably wouldn’t even watch it anyways," you say. Your eyes flicker over to the T.V, hoping that he would drop the topic at hand. It wasn’t that you were against the idea, in fact, those kinds of thoughts had definitely crossed your mind more than a couple of times. “Plus, he ignores all the texts you send him, so let’s just forget about it and continue watching the movie.”
He lifts himself up from the head of the couch. Humming in response, he brings his hand to his chin, gently rubbing it, seemingly thinking about your former statement. “Is there any way in which I can convince you?” he asks, his tone completely serious.
You turn to look up at him, observing his composed expression, contrasting your flustered one. “I just don’t think Nanami would care as much as you think he will,” you scoff.
“Well, we won’t know unless we try!” He laughs heartily, patting your head lightly. “Besides,” his voice dropping an octave lower, “you can’t tell me that the idea of an aroused Nanami doesn’t get you excited.” Your face heats up at his suggestive tone.
“Is that the kind of reaction you want from him?” You retort, swatting his hand away.
He watches you nibble at your bottom lip, your eyes averting away from him. He walks around the couch and plops himself down beside you. Carefully cupping your chin to face him, he leans in closer towards you, your eyes lingering a little too long on his glossy lips, which definitely did not go unnoticed by him. Smiling, he pulls you in closer so his lips are brushing against your ear once again. “I don’t see why not, we both get a little kick out of it, baby,” he whispers. “And anyway, you might get lucky and get something more out of it,” his voice laced with lust. You couldn’t hide the heat that radiated from your body, you could practically hear your own heart beating loudly against your chest.
You swallow thickly. Placing your hand on his chest, you push him away slightly. “Gojo...” you say softly, your eyes fluttering up to look at him as he towers over you.
“If you really don’t want to, I won’t force you,” he says, his hand moving away from your chin to stroke your cheek with his thumb. Your heart pounds a little faster, shaking your head in response, you lean closer towards him. Shutting your eyes, you wait for him to make the next move. Tilting his head, he plants a gentle kiss on your lips. “So soft,” he chuckles to himself.
Sliding his hand down your arm, treasuring the feeling of your soft skin against his fingertips. He glides his fingers past your hips and down to the inner part of your thigh, making you instinctively push them together. “W-wait,” you spluttered out nervously. He quickly moves his hands away, a worried expression written on his face, concerned that he made you feel uncomfortable. “If we’re really going to do this,” you speak slowly. “I want to prepare myself first.”
Looking at you up and down carefully, he understood and moved away. “Hmm,” he hums. “Then how about we do this tomorrow night, how does that sound?” You nod, agreeing with the arrangement.
The two of you spent the rest of the evening watching the movie that had mostly been ignored. Throughout the night, Gojo’s thumb occasionally rubbed small circles on your thigh; he was often quite touchy with you, so you didn’t mind his flirtatious touches, though it did make your body grow hot. Once the movie was over, he took you home and you got ready for bed, anxiously awaiting for tomorrow night.
After a long day of exorcising curses, you prepare yourself a nice, hot bath. Settling into the bubbly bath, you make sure to rub clean each and every spot. Washing your hair in the process, your mind couldn’t help but wonder about what Gojo had prepared for you. The conflicted feeling of excitement and nerves bounces around in your chest; you really weren’t sure how it was going to go down, but you knew you weren’t going to be disappointed.
Draining the bathtub after you finished, you wrap your wet hair and body in separate towels and walk to your bedroom to find a suitable outfit for tonight. You slip on a black pair of lacy panties which was decorated with a mini white bow at the top-centre of the elastic. You opted for a white, silk cloth blouse which exposed your shoulders. Pulling up your black miniskirt, you admire yourself in front of your mirror, turning around and checking yourself out at different angles. The outfit was quite plain and wasn’t anything impressive, but you loved the way your shirt accentuated your chest prominently, and how the miniskirt did a good job of showing off your butt. Sliding on a pair of black opaque thigh-high socks, you relish the feeling of your smooth legs. Once you finished getting ready, you throw your long strap purse over your shoulder and make your way to Gojo’s apartment.
Gojo greets you at his front door with a wide grin stretched across his face. “I was beginning to think you changed your mind,” he says, opening the door wider to let you inside. As you’re walking in and taking off your shoes, you take the time to admire his outfit. He’s wearing a white dress shirt that emphasised his muscular form, which was often covered up by his uniform. Dark-grey pants with a white belt hung tightly around his waist. Seeing him dress so casually was a nice change compared to his usual black uniform, but your mind couldn’t help but wonder about what was underneath his clothing. You could smell his strong whiff of cologne as it made its way to your nose, an unsurprisingly sweet scent. Opting for his sunglasses over his blindfold, you notice his bright, blue eyes wonder around your figure, blatantly staring at your chest. You see his grin turn into a smirk, causing you to shy away from his gaze. “You’re not wearing a bra?” he observes, still eyeing your chest.
Bringing your hands to cover your chest, you roll your eyes. “I thought the fewer clothes the better,” you murmur. “And stop staring so much.” The way he stared at you made your body feel hot, which does not go unnoticed by him.
“You thought right,” he says. “Would you like a drink or something to eat before we start?”
You shook your head. “Let’s get started straight away,” your reply making him chuckle.
“Eager, are we?” you scoff at his remark. He gestures towards the stairs and you make your way up to his bedroom, he follows closely behind. You could feel his eyes on your ass as you’re walking up the stairs, your assumption proves to be true as he spoke. “What a view,” he breathes out, reaching out his hand to slap it gently.
“Who’s the eager one now?” you mock as you smack his hand away, earning a small chuckle from him. He takes your hand in his larger one and leads you to the door of his bedroom. As he opens the door with his free hand, you’re greeted with a fairly large, dimly-lit room; large rectangular glass windows filled the left side of the wall, decorated with silky-white translucent curtains, the bright distant moonlight illuminating the room. Glancing around, you take notice of an armchair in the corner, towels folded neatly on top; a tri-pod, holding Gojo’s phone, is situated in front of a king-sized bed, positioned against the centre of the wall. The room was fairly plain, the almost emptiness of it made you nervous. You take a deep breath before looking over at Gojo, who is now setting up his phone.
Gojo looks over in your direction, noticing how apprehensive you are. “If you’re having doubts, we can stop now,” he says softly. Your cheeks grow warm slightly at his concern for you.
“No, it’s okay,” you say confidently, as you walk over to him. “I want to do this.”
He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, your front painfully close to his, making you aware of how large he is. “You know what to do if you want to stop, don’t you?” he says, stroking your hair. His gentleness makes your heartbeat quicken, heat spreading to your cheeks. You’re not used to how serious he’s being which surprises you slightly. You nod shyly at his question and he places a soft kiss against your forehead. “Good,” he whispers.
Leading you to right side of the bed, Gojo lightly pushes you down to sit before him. He takes your purse and places it down on his bedside table. You watch as he returns to the tri-pod, tapping on his phone you hear a familiar sound, assuming he pressed record. He signals to you, off camera, with a thumbs up and a toothy grin before sauntering back over to you. You could feel your heart beating faster with every stride that he took; without a doubt, you were extremely nervous, but his benevolent expression which plastered his face made you feel safe and warm.
Gojo towers over you, his height making you feel vulnerable under his gaze. He cups your chin and tilts your head to look up at him. “Are you ready?” he whispers, leaning closer to your face. You hum in response, but he shakes his head at you. “I need to hear you say it, princess.” Heat rushes to your cheeks at the nickname he calls you, the heat emitting from your face made you uncomfortably aware of the wetness pooling between your legs.
You take a deep breath and muster up the courage to take control. “Satoru,” you whisper as seductively as you could. “I need you...” He pulls away from you, a slight blush forming across his cheeks. The way his given name leaves your lips arouses him, his heart beating at an unusually faster pace. Seeing him slightly taken aback gave you confidence to continue. You smile sweetly at him as you run your hands along his firm legs. Your soft hands trailing along the inner part of his thigh, mimicking what he had done to you yesterday. He notices the similar hand movements and snickers at your actions, threading his hand through your smooth, silky hair, he encourages you to go further. His elegant touch makes your heartbeat accelerate. The unfairness of his height gave you an advantage to tease him; you slide your hands around his waist to squeeze his ass gently, before bringing his bulging crotch closer to your face. Keeping one hand on his butt, you bring your other hand to his clothed cock and graze it with light, feathery touches.
A soft groan escapes his lips, his grip on your hair tightening. “Don’t be a tease,” he groans lowly. Giggling, you refuse to give him what he wants; taking his free hand up to your lips, you plant small kisses at his fingertips. His eyes watch you hungrily, tracing your bottom lip with his wet fingers. He pushes his index finger into your mouth, signalling you to suck and you happily oblige. Letting his finger sit on your tongue, you suck gently before swirling your tongue around his finger. His bulge growing prominent with each suck.
“Remove your belt,” you command, pulling away from him, a string of saliva connecting his slick finger to your mouth. You watch in anticipation as he steps back, slowly unhooking the metal clasp of the belt, keeping his eyes locked on you. “Gojo...” you huff impatiently, your hands returning to stroke his inner thighs.
Pulling his belt to the side, he successfully removes it. Just as you were about to tug on the zipper of his pants, he grabs your hands and lifts them above your head, startling you in the process. “I like it better when you use my first name,” his voice low, sending chills down your spine. He fastens his belt around your wrists, your breasts bouncing as he pushes you down onto the bed. “So pretty for me,” he mutters.
Gojo removes his sunglasses, placing it adjacent to a ceramic bowl on his bedside table. Walking to the tri-pod, he repositions it next to where he was previously standing at the side of the bed, angling the phone to capture your figure perfectly. Spreading your legs open, he positions himself in between them. His gaze lingers on your breasts, your nipples hard, poking through your shirt. Licking his lips, he leans over you, careful so he doesn’t block the view of the phone, his soft hair tickling your neck; he begins pressing wet kisses against your neck, making you groan softly from the contact. His hand slides its way to your inner thigh, giving you gentle strokes, nearing towards your panties. You struggle slightly at his touch, wiggling your hips to try and make some kind of contact with your pussy. Gojo’s other hand trails down from your collarbone, giving your breast a quick squeeze, purposely avoiding your nipples; sliding his hand downwards, he lifts your right leg onto the bed, leaving your left dangling off the bed, your panties in view of the camera.
“P-please,” you whine.
“I haven’t even started and look how needy you are,” he laughs aloud. Continuing his attacks against your neck, he eventually moves and places a kiss on your cheek. He begins sucking on your bottom lip, sliding his tongue along the bottom, you allow him entrance into your mouth. His tongue is hot and swirls against yours, tasting so sweet, you couldn’t get enough, you desperately want something to grip, but his belt keeps you in place. He pulls back, allowing you both to catch your breath.
“Satoru, touch me,” you say breathlessly. You lift your leg up from the floor, brushing your knee against his crotch, egging him to go further.
He groans at the contact. “Fuck,” he moans your name, “don’t be so hasty, Nanami won’t like it if we finish quickly.” Pushing your leg to flop back onto the floor, he reaches over to his bedside table, holding a white ceramic bowl and placing it next to your head. You turn your head to the bowl, unfortunately, you couldn’t see inside it from the angle you were at. Gojo turned your head to face him, chuckling at your puzzled expression. He kisses you again, a little aggressively, you kiss back greedily, melting into his kiss.
Gojo’s fingers glide along your collarbone. Trailing down to your breasts, he gives your right breast a soft squeeze. His other hand reaches into the bowl and pulls out one pink ice cube. You swallow nervously, unsure of what’s to come. Smirking, he presses the ice cube onto your skin above your breasts, your breath hitches at the cold contact. You bite your lip as he slides the ice cube in between your cleavage, wetting your shirt.
“Look how fast it's melting,” he mutters. “So fucking hot.” You squirm uncomfortably under his touch, the wetness of your shirt sticking tightly to your skin.
This time, he takes two ice cubes from the bowl. Bringing them to your right nipple, he squeezes it between the ice cubes. The way he touches you makes you crave for more. He takes your left nipple into his mouth, sucking it through your shirt. Your soft moans going straight to his cock, the tightness of his pants outlining his bulge prominently. The ice cubes on your other nipple melts slowly, his mouth alternates to your right nipple, licking and sucking at the hard bud.
Once the ice cubes melted, he reaches into the bowl for another, this time placing one into his mouth. “Do you want a taste?” The deepness of his voice makes your pussy throb. He pulls back, admiring his work he did on your, now, glistening breasts. You nod eagerly at his question. Your desires quickly being satisfied as he crashes his lips onto yours, pushing the ice cube into your mouth with his tongue. Swirling it around, you suck at the ice cube, tasting the sweet taste of strawberry lemonade; no wonder he took his time sucking at your breasts, you thought to yourself.
“You like it?” He asks, taking another ice cube into his hand.
“Tastes sweet,” you giggle, sucking the melting block. You can’t help but stare at the way he looks at you, his face soft, so gentle. You heart flutters, mesmerised by his beautiful blue eyes. Your cheeks getting warmer under his gaze.
You poke your tongue out, asking for another ice cube. Popping another one into your mouth, he continues working on your body. Gojo begins trailing an ice cube down the middle of your torso. His free hand moves to grope your breasts. Letting the ice cube melt on your bellybutton, he grabs another, sliding it up your thigh. Your leg twitches a little on impact. He drags his tongue along the trail of liquid down your chest, savouring the taste, your back arching into his touch. Standing up straight, he breathes a little heavily, his tongue poking out slightly. He was beginning to get hot and bothered. Grabbing at the hem of his shirt, he lifts it above and over his head, revealing his refined abs underneath. His muscles flexing whenever he moved. Tossing his shirt to the side, he spots the melted strawberry lemonade that has mixed with your drool, dribbling down your chin.
“Look at her, Nanami,” he laughs, talking to the camera, “she’s making such a mess.”
“I bet he’s getting excited seeing you like this, baby,” he whispers, licking at the juices on your chin. Every word he spoke went straight to your pussy, so desperate for contact you attempt bucking your hips towards his crotch. He takes notice of your struggling and pushes your hips back onto the bed; lifting one leg onto the bed, he uses his knee to grind against your pussy. You bite your lip and moan, needy for more. He admires your body as he slowly begins to unbutton your wet blouse. After successfully removing your top, he throws it onto the floor, eager to continue off from before; rubbing circles around your nipples with ice cubes, he takes the neglected one into his mouth and alternates between the two, the arousing sensation making your body burn at his touch.
Lifting your body by your torso, he places you further up onto the bed, careful to avoid knocking over the bowl of ice. Keeping your legs spread for the camera, he kneels down in front of your pussy. You could feel his hot breath against it. You instinctively push your thighs together, but he’s quick to keep them in place with his strong hands.
Gojo reaches over to the tri-pod, removing the phone from its grasp. “You’re so wet,” he groans, flipping your skirt up. He angles the phone so your damp panties were in frame. Taking another ice cube between his thumb and index finger, he rubs it slowly against your heated entrance. Continuing the rubs until it’s completed melted, he begins sucking on the fabric of your panties, painfully close but not close enough. Your groans are music to his ears, he savours the sounds of your pleasure, licking the mixture of the strawberry lemonade with your soaked up juices.
“Do you like what you see, Nanami?” he asks lowly. “Fuck, I bet he’s touching himself at the sight of you right now.” His pants were beginning to feel uncomfortably tight, straining his cock.
“Mhmm, Satoru,” you moan, “please touch me more.”
Swiftly pulling your panties down your legs with one hand, he stills his other, the phone recording a close-up of your glistening pussy as strings of your juices part from your underwear. He begins sliding his middle finger between the folds of your heated entrance, the coldness of his finger makes you shiver. Keeping his bright blue eyes on your figure, he watches in adoration as your chest heaves, your nipples hard, still wet from before, your mouth slightly hanging open, heat rushing to your puffy cheeks, eyes halfway shut. His heart flutters at the sight of you.
Skilfully angling his phone to the side, your pussy and his head in frame, he takes another ice cube into his mouth, allowing it to melt a little before sticking his tongue into your pussy, pushing the ice cube inside. The contrast between your heat and the coldness of the cube makes your pussy clench around his tongue. Sucking at your folds and greedily lapping up your juices, you wrap your leg around his head, bringing him closer, the pleasure building up quickly. Your other leg goes to do the same, but his hand holding the phone prevents you from doing so.
“This feel good, princess?” the vibrations from his voice stimulates your clit.
“Fuck yes,” you moan, squeezing his head between the bend of your knee.
Gojo leans back, placing the phone back onto the tri-pod. Returning to his spot between your legs, he takes another ice cube from the bowl and slides it up and down between your hot folds. Dipping his head closer to your pussy, he begins sucking your clit gently. The heat generating from his warm lips sucking on your clit progressively accumulates, you feel close to climaxing, but the coldness of the ice alerts your body, preventing you from orgasming. Once the ice melted between your pussy lips, he presses his thumb firmly against your clit, making your thighs twitch. Rubbing slow circles around your clit, he inserts his tongue into you. The pressure on your clit further stimulating you. You curse at his slow pace, encouraging him to rub faster. Ignoring your pleas, he begins sucking your clit lightly, pushing his thick finger inside your pussy, your folds submerged with his saliva. Your chest heaves a little faster. His middle finger reached so deep inside you, hitting spots that you couldn’t with your own. The thoughts of his cock being buried deeper made your pussy clench around him.
“You're so tight,” he groans, moaning your name. “Look at your pussy clenching around my finger, baby.” He pushes another finger into you, stretching your tight walls. Your pleading is incoherent as his sucking on your clit intensifies. He curls his digits inside you, your body twitching in response; locating your sensitive spot, his fingers thrust faster into your tight cunt, pleasuring your sweet spot. Sweat beads down your forehead, a burning feeling surges through your entire body as each second passes. Your walls tighten at the overwhelming pleasure, your head thrown back, eyes shutting tightly. You could feel yourself close to cumming, edging closer as his pace quickens. Your back arches as you feel the familiar burning sensation, your legs twitching around him. Gojo continues his relentless pace, the pleasure overflowing throughout your entire body as you came, your body shaking uncontrollably as you cum onto his hand.
He pulls his fingers out of you, noticing your breathing becoming shaky, as you came down from your high. “Was that too much?” He asks softly, his brows furrowed in concern.
“No, it felt amazing,” you say breathlessly. Gojo licks his lips as he stares silently at your body coated with sweat. You squirm under his gaze, eliciting a smirk from him.
“That’s nothing compared to the real thing, princess,” he says seductively, whilst licking his fingers that are coated with your juices. His eyes lock onto your hungry eyes as you bite your lip in anticipation when he pulls his zipper down. You struggle to lift yourself up, pathetically flopping onto your back. The bed dips as he situates his knees on either side of your legs. Leaning over your body, his abdomen nears your face, you wet your lips as you observe the sweat beading down his muscular form. He places the bowl of ice back onto the bedside table, his hands returning to you to unbuckle the belt from your wrists.
As soon as your hands were free, they immediately wrap themselves around Gojo’s neck, pulling him down to kiss you. Your hand finds its way to grip his soft, white hair, your tongue clashes with his messily; you groan when you taste yourself on his tongue, your grip on his hair tightening when his hand gropes at your breast. Sitting you up straight, his free hand snakes around your waist, stroking your lower back slowly. You break apart from him, panting heavily, wanting to catch your breath. Gojo uses this opportunity to kiss at your neck, occasionally sucking to make his mark. You curse when he sucks against a spot that makes your pussy throb; you can feel him smirk against your neck, his sucking becoming more intense. Your hand releases him from your grasp, and you push him away, scrambling off the bed and kneeling at its side.
“Please,” you whisper lustfully, “let me.”
Gojo watches you, eyes filled with desire; he repositions himself to sit at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs for you to kneel in-between them. You palm his clothed cock, a soft groan escaping his lips. You pull at his pants, his hips lifting off the bed, allowing you to remove them completely. You swallow thickly when you see his tight boxers outlining his large cock. Your mouth waters when you notice a wet spot which dampened his underpants; licking your lips, you suck at the spot gently, tasting the precum that stained his boxers. He grows impatient with your light touches; he stands up, his hands coming down to remove the last remaining clothing on his body; his erect cock flings up, slapping against his abdomen, precum oozing from the tip.
Smearing his precum onto your lips, your eyes lock with his as he watches you lick his bodily liquid from your mouth. You take Gojo’s throbbing cock into your hand, gripping the base of it. Kissing the tip, you begin stroking his length slowly, your tongue tracing along the veins at the underside of his cock. Your hand moves to cup his balls, giving them a light squeeze. Experimenting with your mouth, you try sucking gently at his balls, his grip on your hair tightening in response, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. You continue sucking, grasping his cock harder, strokes excruciatingly slow. Gathering saliva inside your mouth, you pull back to spit on his length, lubricating it; your hand caressing his cock more smoothly. You continue sucking his balls, before an idea pops into your head, a wide grin stretches across your face. You stand up, reaching over to the bedside table, taking the bowl of ice and placing it onto the floor. Gojo watches you, his hand grips tightly around his cock, stroking lazily, his eyes traces along your figure as you kneel in your previous position, between his legs.
You take an ice cube from the bowl, the heat which engulfed the room had melted most of the ice to a smaller size. Gojo's hand comes down to your hair, carefully threading through it. You begin rubbing the ice cube around the head of his cock slowly, a hiss escaping his lips. You plant kisses down his firm length, eyes fluttering up at Gojo when he twitches in your hand. Your tongue starts at the base of his length, licking upwards, your free hand fondling his balls. As the ice begins to melt around the tip, you release his balls from your hand, using it to spread the melted liquid around his cock, lapping up the fluid with your tongue. When the ice cube has completely melted, you take another one from the bowl and pop it into your mouth. Gripping the base of his cock, you could feel him throb when you bring his tip into your mouth. He groans at the coldness of the ice cube, his hold on your hair tightens. He mutters words of praise as you push your head further, taking more of his girthy cock inside your mouth; you hollow your cheeks, the ice pressing close against him, your tongue traces along the veins before swirling the ice cube around.
You slide his cock out of your mouth, resting the tip on your tongue, the ice cube sitting in your mouth. “Satoru...” you moan against his erection, “you’re so big.”
“Yeah?” He chuckles softly. His gaze falls upon you, eyes looking softly into yours, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Think you can fit it all inside that pretty mouth of yours, princess?”
Your eyes lock onto the camera lens on Gojo’s phone. “Mhmm, yes...” you exhale softly, licking your lips. Your hot breath fanning against his cock made him twitch on your tongue. You slide his cock back into your mouth and continue pleasuring him until the ice melts; pulling back, you lick at the juices dripping from his erection before slipping his length back between your lips.
As you’re taking his cock deep into your mouth, you use your free hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit, slowly easing him further into your mouth. Keeping your hair away from your face, Gojo’s hands moves to gather your hair at the back of your head. He pushes your mouth forcibly on his length, a loud groan escaping his lips. You gag slightly on his erection, your hand squeezing him harder. He stills his hips, resisting the urge to thrust into your mouth. Saliva pools in your mouth as you’re bobbing your head. You swallow around him; the tightness causes him to jerk in your mouth.
“Ahhh fuck,” Gojo moans lowly, pulling your head off of his cock, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock before splitting and dribbling down your chin. “You’re driving me crazy, baby...” His free hand reaches down to wipe the drool from your chin.
“Use my mouth like it’s your toy,” you beg, spreading your hands on his thighs to prepare yourself.
Gojo’s hand grips your hair tighter, waiting for you to wet your lips before he eases his girthy cock into your mouth. He starts at a moderate pace, bobbing your head on his erection; only half of his length is inside and you’re already beginning to gag. You swallow thickly, your eyes brimmed with tears. The sloppy sounds caused by your sucking encouraged him to pick up his pace. Trying your best to swirl your tongue around his cock, you found yourself unable to keep up with his quickening thrusts. He roughly pulls your head back when your fingers tap against his thigh, allowing you to desperately gasp for breath before shoving his length back into your mouth. Keeping your head still, he continues fucking into your mouth, hips thrusting at a relentless pace. You choke on his cock, fingers digging into his thighs. His eyes locked with your lidded ones, admiring your fucked expression as he thrusted into you, your hair sticking to your forehead, your cheeks warm and stained with tears.
“You like it when I’m fucking your mouth like this?” He murmurs, voice dripping with lust. His cock hitting deeper into your throat. You moan nosily on his cock in response, the vibrations edging him closer.
Gojo’s cock enters deeper into your mouth, his hips thrusting faster. He curses as his length hit the back of your throat. You could feel him twitch inside you, signalling that he was close. You hollow your cheeks the best you could, your eyes shut as he forces his cock deeper. His knuckles white as he grips onto your hair tightly. He continues to pump his girth into your mouth until he could feel himself getting closer. His thrusts become sloppy. Stuttering into your mouth, he eventually stills, releasing his hot cum into the back of your throat. You swallow as much of it as you can, simultaneously bobbing your head onto his length, overstimulating him. He moans your name loudly as you’re sliding your tongue around the head of his twitching cock, your cheeks puffing up as you’re unable to swallow the entirety of his load, his cum leaking out of your mouth.
You’re both panting heavily (you more than him) when he pulls out of you completely. Gojo grabs your chin, forcing you to face his phone. “Show Nanami, that beautiful expression of yours,” he says breathlessly, chest heaving as he catches his breath. His hand holding your jaw open to reveal his cum sliding down your chin and dripping onto your knees.
Your mouth hangs open, throat feeling incredibly sore. Gojo brings his right thumb to collect the remaining cum on your face, slipping it into your mouth for you to suck clean. You stick out your tongue, tasting him eagerly, your lidded eyes locked onto the camera of the phone. He kneels down behind you, face buried on the crook of your neck, planting gentle kisses against the smoothness of your skin.
“You’re so beautiful, princess,” he whispers softly. His left arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.
You lean your head back onto Gojo’s shoulder, his thumb slipping out of your mouth. You raise your hand to his chin, lifting his head up, your eyes meeting his. His right-hand trails down to your thighs, squeezing at your soft flesh, tracing small circles close to your soaking pussy with his other hand. He leans in closer, kissing you passionately; your heart flutters, heat rushing to your cheeks. You return his kiss, savouring the touch of his lips against yours. Your hand reaches to stroke his hair at the back of his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss. His hand slides towards your arousal, his finger rubbing slowly around your clit, eliciting a soft moan from you. He continues kissing you, before eventually pulling away.
Gojo takes your hands into his, helping you stand up. Repositioning the tri-pod again, he situates it at the foot of the bed, facing the headboard. Pulling open the top drawer of his bedside table, you see him taking out a condom wrapper.
“Wait,” your hand reaches to stop him before he tears the wrapper apart. “I’m on the pill. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
He swallows thickly before opening his mouth to speak. “Are you sure?” His hand holding yours.
“Yes. I want to feel you without it... please,” you say, squeezing his hand.
After confirming your consent, Gojo plants an affectionate kiss on your forehead, putting the condom back into the drawer. He climbs onto the bed, sitting himself up straight against the headboard. Spreading his legs apart, he taps his thighs, gesturing you to come towards him. Giggling, you slip out of your miniskirt and just as you were about to remove your thigh-high socks, Gojo's voice stops you.
"Keep them on, I like seeing them squeeze your thighs."
You nod, your hands leaving your legs. You join Gojo on the bed and straddle him, your knees on either side of his, your front facing the camera. You place a hand on his thigh, steading yourself, preparing for his cock to enter you. You move your arm around his neck; pulling him closer, you thread your fingers through his hair. He leans his head closer to your neck, taking this opportunity to suck at your delicate skin. He begins stroking his hardening cock, sliding it up and down your wet slit, lubricating his erection. His free hand travels across your skin, brushing against your erect nipples, twisting and pinching the sensitive nubs. A quiet moan escapes your lips; you tug on his hair, apprehensively waiting for him to enter you. He teases at your entrance, purposely gliding his cock further up between your pussy lips to rub against your sensitive clit.
His hand that was massaging your breast immediately goes to hold your hips still, as you attempt to grind down onto his cock, teasing at your entrance. “Satoru, please... ” you whine.
Gojo chuckles at your impatience. He continues to slide his lubricated length between your folds, teasing at your clit before loosening his strong hold on your hips; he guides his throbbing cock along the entrance of your pussy, allowing you to slowly sink yourself onto his cock. He hisses at the squeeze, both of his hands gripping at your hips; resisting the urge to thrust, he allows you to adjust to his girth. A muffled groan escapes your lips as his length stretches your walls, a sharp pain surging through your aching pussy. You struggle to adjust to his thickness, making your walls tense around his length. You relish the girth of his cock; barely half of his erection has penetrated you and you’re already beginning to feel stuffed. You steady yourself on his cock, your hands resting on his thighs.
“Oh fuck,” he groans. “So fucking tight...”
Once your body began to relax, you continue to sink your pussy onto his length, inch by inch. Despite not being all the way in, Gojo’s cock reaches deep into your arousal. You struggle to take the entirety of his length inside you; making the most of what you can fit, you begin moving your hips up and down his thick cock, setting a moderate pace. The wetness of your pussy makes it easier for his thick length to penetrate the tightness of your walls. You let out a soft moan as you lift your hips up, your core sliding to the tip of his cock before sinking back down. You attempt to take him deeper each time you bounce on his girth. Your head falls back as you’re repeating the movements; suppressing a moan, you let out a soft sigh instead.
Gojo’s hand travels to massage your breast, eliciting a small gasp from you. “You need to be a little louder, princess,” he reminds you. “Nanami needs to hear that cute voice of yours...” You whimper as his mouth latches onto your nape, sucking at an already bruised spot.
You squirm on his erection, repositioning your hips to a more comfortable spot before slamming your ass onto his thighs, the tip of his cock reaching into the depth of your core. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around the room as you’re riding him. Sloppy sounds of squelching reverberates in your ears. The girth of his cock continues to stretch your walls around him as his length penetrates deep inside you, hitting your sensitive spot. The feeling of being stuffed is enough to make you contract around his erection. Gojo notices your pussy twitch around him, immediately grabbing at your hips, he impatiently thrusts up into your aching core. Your tits bouncing as he rams into you. Your fingernails dig into his thighs; unable to withhold your orgasm, you cry out in ecstasy, your walls clenching tight around him. He moans as he continues thrusting hungrily inside you; he watches your back arch as you’re coming undone, your legs trembling against his as you’re trying to squeeze your thighs shut, his own legs preventing you from doing so.
Tears stream down the side of your cheeks, sweat forming on your forehead as he overstimulates you. “I’m not done with you yet, princess,” he whispers, breath hot against your ear.
Your chest heaves steadily as you begin to relax, but you soon tense up again as Gojo’s hand glides down towards your clit, like a shock of electricity, you feel pleasure surging throughout your entire body. You let out a whimper when he begins rubbing small circles around the sensitive bud. He continues to tease you, impressively controlling his urge to aggressively rut inside you. Pleasure quickly begins to build up in your core as he teases your sensitive bud, the arousal you’re feeling engulfs your entire body; unable to control yourself, you slam down harshly onto his cock, your pussy craving for more. You desperately ride on his erection, your fingers digging into his thighs as he penetrates you.
“S-Satoru!” You moan loudly, your throat growing hoarse. “Fuck! Please... fuck me!”
Gojo groans, pulling out of you. He squeezes the head of his throbbing cock, preventing himself from climaxing. He pushes you down roughly onto your front, your hands scrambling to find purchase on the sheets of the bed, bracing yourself for him to thrust into you. He repositions himself so he’s kneeling behind you. His hand holds your hips in place; he watches as you whine, wriggling your butt against the tip of his cock. His other hand strokes his cock slowly, guiding the head towards your entrance, rubbing the tip against your dripping cunt. Trailing wet kisses along the small of your back to the nape of your neck, his toned abdomen leans against you. You squirm against his touch, needy for more contact. His hand that was massaging his length travels to your front, his thumb pressing firmly on your clit. You could feel his girth throb against your folds as he rocks his hips slowly into yours; you know he’s holding himself back from slamming into you. You’re growing wetter and wetter as he continues to tease at your sensitive bud, occasionally pulling away when he feels you twitching. The edging drives you insane, the sensation of his touch makes your legs shake, your pussy clenching around nothing when he deprives you from your climax.
“Please...” you breathe out, trembling at his touch.
“Please what?” He mocks, continuing to tease you with his erection. “You need to use your words, baby. I don’t know what you want.”
“Fuck, I need you inside me,” you plead.
“Hmm, my fingers? Inside you where?” He teases, an incredibly smug grin stretches across his face.
You curse at him, gripping the sheets tighter, knuckles turning white. “I need your thick cock inside my pussy, NOW!” You shout, frustrated with his teasing.
Satisfied with your response, Gojo rocks his hips along your folds, causing his length to rub against your sensitive clit. His fingers fly to your wet cunt, thrusting and expertly curling to hit your sweet spot. Your pussy clenches around his digits, you let out a scream of his name as you cream onto his fingers. Your body shaking violently, your cunt convulsing around him as you orgasm. He immediately pulls his digits out of you. Lining up his throbbing cock at the entrance of your pulsating pussy, he slams his pelvis into you, penetrating deep into your tight core. Your voice hoarse as you curse, the rough thrusting overstimulating you. The wetness of your pussy making it easier for him to move in and out of you. You arch your back, your tits pressing against the sheets; the softness of the sheets brush at your sensitive nipples, the sensation sending pleasure straight to your cunt. Your voice trembles as you moan loudly, your face buried into the wet sheets, that are coated with sweat, as he fucks into you mercilessly. His right hand reaches to grab your throat, his grip strong. He roughly pulls at your throat, forcing you to lift your head.
Gojo leans over your smaller frame, his breath hot against your nape. “He needs to... see your face when... you cum, princess...” Gojo’s voice laced with lust, breathless as he ruts into you. He bites down, hard, onto the crook of your neck, eliciting a scream of pain mixed with pleasure from your lips. Separating his teeth from the mark on your neck, he plants gentle kisses, sucking on the soft skin, his tongue trailing along the shape of his bite mark. You incoherently moan his name, not caring if he could even understand you.
You fumble at the sheets, poorly attempting to prop yourself up on your elbows as Gojo continues to slam into you. The overstimulation from your previous orgasm makes your mind go blank. He straightens up. Keeping the head of his cock still buried inside you, he drags his length out along your walls before thrusting back into you. You gasp as he eventually bottoms out, the thickness and lengthiness of his erection enhancing the sensation of him fucking into you. Your mouth hangs open, drool leaking out of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. Your cheeks puffy, forehead dripping with sweat as he continues his relentless pace, the head of his cock slamming into the sensitive spot of your core. You certainly weren’t looking your best, but Gojo worships the expression you have on your face. He yearns for it. His heart aching for you.
“Fuck,” he shamelessly moans your name. “You’re so perfect...” He retracts his hand from your throat, leaving you gasping for air from his tight grip. His hand travels along the side of your body, the palm coming into contact with your butt. He gives the cheek a firm squeeze before slapping it roughly with his strong hand. He feels your pussy clenching around his cock, encouraging him to smack your ass again. The head of his erection prodding at your sensitive walls, forcing you to contract around his length. Your moans are loud; you’re practically screaming when his hand that was holding your hip, rubs at your overstimulated clit. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, his thrusts maintaining its ruthless pace. Spurts of your juices fly out as he drags his aching cock in and out of your throbbing cunt, his balls slamming against you.
"Ohh fuck! Fuck!” You scream, throwing your head back in ecstasy. The combination of his finger stimulating your clit and his hand smacking your ass brings you closer to your orgasm. Your vision turns blurry, tears prickling your eyes. You concentrate on his girth stretching your walls as he moves in and out of you, your head dizzy from the intense thrusting. He continues pleasuring you; feeling your pussy contracting around him, he picks up his pace, slamming into you much harder than before. His hand leaves your ass, wrapping around to your front, pinching and twisting at your nipples. Your lips tremble at the sensation. Your back arches further. Your legs beginning to shake, struggling to hold yourself up.
Gojo’s relentless thrusting brings you closer to climax. You let out a loud groan, shutting your eyes as your cunt begins to pulsate around his throbbing cock as he continues to slam against your sweet spot. “Keep your eyes... on the camera, baby...” he moans, feeling closer to his orgasm. Gojo's hand reaches to grab your throat again, forcing you to look at his phone, your eyes shooting open.
“Cum for me, princess,” he whispers, his thrusting becoming erratic as he drives you to your final orgasm. You screech out a strangled moan of his name as your pussy flutters violently around his cock. Your eyes locked onto the lens of his phone as you cum. Too focused on the overwhelming pleasure of your climax to be ashamed of how loud you’re being.
Gojo continues fucking you relentlessly as you ride out your orgasm. The feeling of your pussy convulsing around his cock stimulates his sensitive tip. His thrusts begin to falter. Slamming into you one final time, he buries the head of his length deep inside your cunt before stilling, releasing his thick ropes of cum inside you. You’re both heavily panting, your arms collapsing beneath you, unable to hold yourself up. His cum stuffs you completely. You whine, feeling empty as he pulls out, the hot liquid leaking out of your hypersensitive pussy. He scoops you up into his arms, repositioning you so you’re sitting between his legs, your back against his chest, your dripping cunt facing the camera.
“You take my cock so well, baby,” he praises, kissing your tear-stained cheek. You’re both sweaty and sticky, but too engrossed in the pleasure to be bothered by it.
Gojo smirks, eyes locking onto his phone as his fingers travel down your torso, stopping at the entrance of your pussy which was submerged with cum. “Look how pretty she is...” he murmurs, speaking to the phone. He spreads your pussy lips apart, the cum leaking out of your aching cunt on full display. “I bet you wish it was your cum dripping out of her pussy,” he chuckles.
You lean your head back onto his shoulder, your hand traveling to hold his. "Satoru... ” you whisper, still breathless. Your eyes flutter to meet his, leaning to kiss him passionately. He returns your kiss, his lips yearning for yours. His thumb massages the back of your hand, giving you a light squeeze, he brings the back of your hand to his lips, kissing it gently. He presses his lips against your forehead before removing himself from behind you. Picking up the bowl of water that was left on the floor, he places it onto his bedside table; he walks over to the tri-pod, pressing the ‘stop’ button to end the recording. He chuckles at your form when you plop yourself onto the bed, exhausted from the intense fucking. He walks over to the armchair in the corner of the room, picking up a couple of towels and returning back to your side. He sits you up, gently patting the towel onto your forehead, passing another towel into your hand for you to clean yourself up. You bask in the comfortable silence, humming as he smooths your hair, relaxing into his touch.
“You can use my bathroom if you want,” he says softly, stroking your hair.
You nod in response. Sliding yourself off the bed, you make your way over to the bathroom which was connected to his room, shutting the door behind you. You remove your socks that are covered with sweat and toss them into the laundry basket, before taking a quick shower and drying yourself off. You look around and realise that you didn’t bring any spare clothes, you wrap your body in a towel and poke your head out of the door.
Gojo appears, standing incredibly close to the bathroom door, arms holding a bundle of clothes. He grins, looking down at your cleavage. “Were you trying to take a peek?” You say with a frown.
“And why would I do that? I’ve already seen it all anyways,” he teases, passing you the clothes through the gap in the door. He pauses before speaking, “Nanami might though. I sent the video. It says that he’s seen it, so he must be watching it right now,” he says with a smirk.
You groan and roll your eyes at him, shutting the door in his face. “But if you like, we can forget about that and go for round two!” You hear him shout from the other side of the door. You feel your face grow hot. You imagine Nanami’s flustered face as he watches the recording. You instinctively push your thighs together as you envision him sitting on an armchair, hair sticking to his forehead, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, sweat dripping down his muscular torso, chest heaving as he strokes his cock at the sight of Gojo fucking you. You shake your head at the intrusive thoughts, ignoring the arousal accumulating down below. You slip on the oversized shirt which Gojo handed to you and realise that it was the only piece of clothing he gave you.
Leaving the bathroom, you find Gojo in a pair of boxer shorts, sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes trained on his phone. “Gojo, you didn’t give me any underwear,” you say, shuffling towards him.
“What happened to calling me ‘Satoru’?” He says with a pout.
"Satoru,” you say, stressing his name, “you didn’t give me any underwear.”
Gojo grins, looking up at you. “That’s more like it,” he hums, grinning at the use of his first name. “And I didn’t do it on purpose, my pants would be too big for you, that’s all.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at him. As you’re coming closer to him, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him; your arms wrap around his neck as his hands travel down to the small of your back, giving your butt gentle squeezes.
“Before I forget,” he speaks, retracting his arm from your waist and turning his phone for you to see. “Do you want me to send you the video?”
“What? No way,” you say, quickly turning your head away from the screen, not wanting to see how messy you look during sex.
“Aww, why not? It’s great masturbation material!” He teases, making your cheeks burn. “Better than any porn I’ve ever seen,” he says, bringing you down for a kiss. You straddle him, lips locked onto his, but before you could go any further, you hear a ‘ping’ coming from your purse. You pull yourself away from Gojo, walking over to his bedside table and picking up your purse, ignoring his complaining about ‘your phone ruining the moment’. You pull open the zip, taking out your phone from the bag. Your heart skips a beat when you see a text message from a particular sorcerer.
“It’s Nanami...” you whisper, your heartbeat accelerating, worried about his reaction to the video. Gojo’s ears perk up at the name, shuffling closer to peer over your shoulder. Your palms become clammy as you unlock your phone, opening Nanami’s text.
Nanami: You need to be punished. Come over tomorrow night.
Your cheeks flare up. You could feel your pussy pooling wet with arousal. Gojo frowns, he wasn’t actually expecting a reaction like this from Nanami, in fact, he wasn’t expecting a response at all. In reality, Gojo just wanted to fuck you, the video was just a bonus. An unfamiliar feeling burns at the pit of his stomach, his heart feeling heavy.
“Hey,” Gojo whispers, his voice rough, “I’m still here, you know.” He purposely brushes his palms against your nipples as he wraps his arms around you, hugging underneath your breasts. You writhe under his touch as his lips latch onto your neck, sucking softly on the bruised skin.
Before you could reply to Nanami’s text, Gojo snatches your phone from your hand, dropping it back into your purse. You open your mouth to protest, but he roughly captures your lips with his, muffling whatever you were about to say. He spins you around, scooping you up into his arms and dropping you onto the bed. He towers over, hands trailing all over your body. Although you were feeling fatigued from earlier, you couldn’t resist him. He plants gentle kisses over your breasts, squeezing at the soft flesh.
Gojo’s voice is laced with lust as he speaks. “We still have some time, princess, so let’s make the most of it...”
Nanami sits at the edge of the bed. Legs spread widely apart. Feet planted firmly onto the ground. Pants pulled down to his ankles. His white shirt fully unbuttoned, hanging off his shoulders, revealing muscular abs, coated with sweat. His head thrown back. Teeth clenched. Chest lifting up and down at a steady pace, his breathing shaky. One hand clutching his phone tightly. A video plays on the device. Sounds of loud moaning escaping from the speaker of the phone. The other hand wraps tightly around his throbbing, girthy cock. Precum oozing out of the tip.
‘S-Satoru! Fuck! Please... fuck me!’ A voice screams from the video playing on the device. A breathy moan escapes his lips as he jerks his cock faster to the recording.
"Ahh, fuck...” he moans. His eyes lock onto the female figure in the video, hazy as he watches her glistening tits bounce as a man thrusts into her from below. His strokes become harder and faster. His eyes follow the sweat dripping down her body, leading to a pair of thigh-high socks squeezing tightly around her thighs. His grip on his cock tightens, voice straining as he moans loudly into the empty room. His legs begin to twitch. Sweat beading from his forehead. His mouth gapes open, a groan escaping his lips. His strokes become erratic, desperate for release. His body shakes violently as thick ropes of cum shoots out from the tip of his aching cock. The hot cum splatters onto his torso, dribbling down his abdomen.
“Fuck,” he exhales breathlessly, “I need to punish her.”