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All the water entering your system was making quick work of the surplus of alcohol you’d had, but it could not extinguish the warmth burning under your skin, the anticipation tightening your core that had been stoked for hours upon hours at Gojo’s side during the charity gala. Between the possessive hand at the small of your back, and the way he praised you endlessly to all of talking heads the two of you had to galavant around for, you had felt that familiar tightening deep inside you, the one that haunted you after every slightly charged work interaction, after every wet dream of him that haunted you late at night.
Water may be a miracle worker at clearing the dizziness that plagued your vision but the image of how easy it’d be for you to just lean over, to straddle the perfectly pleated pants of the man across from you, to fuss his hair, to kiss his lips, to feel every inch of him with every single part of you, refused to be dismissed.
Oh my God I’m a lost cause.
Your body hummed with anticipation as the fog on your brain started to lift, your thighs absently clenching together as you finally let your gaze— which had been trained on the back of the headrest for what had felt like forever— move to the man next to you.
“Satorou.”
And he had turned towards you, maybe at the unexpectedly soft utterance of his name, hand flexing at the way it rolled off your lips with a longing sigh— and for a second you wondered if he’d react the same when you’d whine it under him.
“You finish your water yet?” You hummed softly, shifting in your seat. You tried to rip your eyes off of his face but you couldn’t, the alcohol had dulled to liquid courage, and every sensible part of you knew it was a bad idea to get involved with a coworker—
“Is everything okay? You’re staring-”
You caught his lips on the tail end of his question, surging through the thick air with an ease befitting someone that was ignoring the consequences this would undoubtedly have, letting yourself drape naturally over his lengthy frame, slotting easily against him. You were going to burn alive at this rate.
His lips were perfect, of course they were, the type of lips you could kiss for hours upon hours, and they moved easily against your lips, tongue prodding your bottom lip before you opened easily to let his tongue slide deeper into your mouth.
The world would have to end to get me off this man.
His hands shakily came down on your hips, barely there, but the growing warmth of them radiated through you like the sun shining on your skin after being inside too long. His tongue continued to work into your mouth, swallowing your soft breaths.
“Satorou.” And he pressed you further into him, onto the growing hardness that made its home somewhere under your thigh, egged on by your soft pleas.
You had little room to do anything but let yourself sink further into his lap, hips rolling back and forth desperately as you tried to settle comfortably in his thighs— his belt buckle catching the hitched fabric of your dress. The crotch of your underwear laid flush on the pleat of his slacks, perfectly on the muscular peak of his quad, and hitting that little spot that made your legs go numb. Your head fell to his collarbone, letting his neck muffle the pathetic moan you let out.
You couldn’t control yourself, hips eagerly moving up and down the flexed muscle. You whimpered into his ear, greedily chasing your own high on top of him. The realization made your hips stutter to a stop.
“Fuck— Im sorry I— Ah!” His hands gripped at your hips, greedily sinking into the fat of the skin, his hands pulling your hips backwards and forwards relentlessly, wordlessly telling you to keep moving. To keep using him to get yourself off. His lips captured yours again in a slower kiss,
“Use me all you want.” oh god his voice was hoarse, like it had been stolen from him while your lips were on his— “Please.” And through heaves, the string of spit that connected you broke as he trailed down, leaving patches of open mouthed kisses on your jaw, and your neck. Your breathless moans continued as you felt your underwear grow wetter with every drag against him.
“You’re so pretty huh?” and his breath fanned over your top with a stuttering anticipation and for a split second you were glad the AC had broken at the office because that meant Satorou was forced to wear the thin tops he reserved for summer, and the lean muscle you could feel perfectly through the fabric was enough to make you want to deal with the sweat that would accumulate on your lower back forever.
Your palms were flat on his chest and it was intoxicating how his form practically swallowed you, the way he had to hunch in his seat to accumulate you, to cocoon you between his body— to swallow you whole. The way the scent of his cologne amplified with the heat that radiated off of him was addicting, and every second you spent practically molding into him you were more and more content to let him do just that, to let him fill every part of you until you were full.
But with a gentle push of your hands he was falling back, to slump back into the uncomfortable crevice between the seat and the door.
And you couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged up at your lips as you got to see the dazed expression in his face, glasses long fused with his hair, thin metal struggling to hold white strands back. Blue eyes blown with lust and locked on to the religious bucking of your hips. And his lips— you could die happy, keep this image in your head forever, the way his lips were swollen from your kiss, he was like this because of you and it made your stomach swirl. You pressed your lips against his again.
It was a reoccurring dream you’d had, one of the hundred that kept you from sleeping peacefully, capturing his lips like this, kissing the smirk off his mouth. Letting yourself taste his tongue and be so close to him the smell of his cologne practically lined the walls of your lungs.
Your hands finally slid up, off the hard plane of his chest, nails trailing up the side of his neck, landing in the thickness of his hair just to fuss it even more— and your lips pulled away from his to trail down to the swell of his throat, to lick lightly, and let him shiver under your lips before sucking a hickey into his skin. His hips rocked up at the motion, your hands pulling at his hair as you tried to muffle your gasp in his neck.
“Satorou I need you so bad.” And your words made his lips capture yours again, tongue licking at the bottom of your lip, hands gripping onto your hips, like he was trying to inscribe this feeling in his mind forever. The car rolled to a stop, Satorou’s hand clamping down on the back of the seat to prevent either of you from sliding forward. Silence fell over the two of you, your tongue licking at your lips as you panted silently, your breath intermingling with his from under you.
A knock on the partition separated the two of you, quickly fumbling to get off from your position on top of him, struggling to straighten out your outfit. You could barely catch your breath before Gojo was sliding out of his side of the car and opening your door for you, blue eyes piercing through you as he stared down at you, hand held out for you to help yourself out. You grabbed it gingerly.
The walk to your apartment had never felt so torturous. Gojo’s hand was heavy and warm on the small of your back, and you wanted to roll your eyes at how composed he was in this situation, waltzing through your apartment’s main entrance and into the elevator like your underwear wasn’t ruined and like he didn’t have a massive hard on pressing through his slacks.
“Floor?”
“53”
“So we’ll be here awhile?” He didn’t give you time to respond, easily pulling your hips back into him, hard length once again making home between your ass. He unzipped his pants, shifting his cock free, warm fingers pulling aside your wet panties to softly rub his fingers against the juices pooling at your entrance. His fingers toyed with your clit, rubbing slow circles into it, watching greedily as you hips bucked back, trying to catch his cock on your entrance,
“Fuck— just put it in already.”
“Why don’t you ask nicely?” He emphasized the question with what you were searching for, the head of his cock slowly teasing through your folds and catching at your clit slightly, sending a jolt through your hips. He continued rubbing himself through your folds, his bruising grip keeping you from pushing your hips back any further.
“Please—“ Your lips dropped open into a loud moan, the length of him filling you up completely in one long thrust. His pace was relentless, dragging your hips greedily from his tip to the very bottom of his shaft, forcing you to clench around every last inch of him before he bottomed out once again. He was long. Long to the point you weren’t even sure your cunt was accommodating all of him. But the way he was pushing into you made it feel like he was going to stuff you full of every last inch he had, even if it meant he had to break into your womb to do it.
“Oh you’re even better than I ever imagined.” You chanced a glance into the reflective material of the elevator walls, watching his eyes roll back as he continued fucking into you relentlessly, lost in the feeling of you. His grip on your hips was greedy, as he palmed at the fat of your ass. His fingers snaked down to one again toy at your clit, rubbing fast circles to match the pace he was splitting you open at. All you could do was mewl and buck back against his hips, chasing your own high as your walls spasmed around him, clamping down in a vice grip.
“Ohh you’re so fucking tight.” His thrusts have gotten sloppy, fucking through the tightness of your cunt, more of a hump than the long thrusts he had started with.
“F-fuck Im gonna cum—” Your walls clenched weakly at his words, his voice was tight with desperation, body shaking with effort in holding himself back, how could you not let him?
“Please cum inside me its all I want—“ You squealed as the elevator doors dinged alerting the occupants that you’d reached your floor, you prayed to god your neighbors weren’t awake this late, trying to get into the elevator, because Gojo had picked up his pace and was once again fucking relentlessly into you, moans of his own finally tumbling from his lips as he finished inside you with one final thrust, thick ropes of cum painting your insides.
You silently thanked God at the emptiness of your hallway, biting back a gasp as he pulled out of you, cunt clenching pathetically at nothing. You quickly slide your underwear back in place, not tossing a glance back at him, your pace unforgiving as you tried to get inside your apartment before he decided to fuck you on the floor of the hallway. You barely got to your door before he was flipping you around, pushing your back against the door as he sunk down between your legs, teeth pulling away your underwear and tongue diving in between your folds.
“Are you trying to get caught fucking me in this hallway?” Your voice was caught in the back of your throat, and too loud for your liking despite the attempted whisper, he only grinned in response.
“Well I am a bit of a giver, felt a bit selfish in there.” You wanted to retort but you quickly clapped your hand over your mouth, covering up the sharp gasp you let out as he licked up the mess of cum between your legs, tongue swirling over your clit over and over. Your eyes rolled back at the even pace he set, legs trembling at the exertion, toeing the line of pure ecstasy and over stimulation.
“You taste amazing…” You felt your cheeks heat up, he truly was shameless. You were being fucked in your apartment complexes hall way, with your neighbors a few feet away and him telling you how good you tasted was what embarrassed you? You really were depraved. But not more depraved than the man sat between your thighs, eyes closed in bliss and mouth working against you.
“Just so wet and all for me huh?” You clenched tightly at that, trying to ignore the feeling of his grin as he continued his torment of your cunt. You were whining shameless behind your hand, truthfully it was probably pointless, considering the way Gojo adjusted every lick to the pitch of your voice despite it. His hands forced you against the door as your hips started bucking against his face, tongue never faltering its ministrations against you.
Your moan was pathetic as you came against his face, hips riding against him shamelessly, only stuttering when the stimulation became too much and even then he was still lapping slowly against you, licking up every last dribble of cum that leaked out of your weepy hole.
“Please— fuck— just let me open my door don’t wanna get caught…”
“Oh but that’s half the fun…”