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It was late, probably well past 2am now. You closed the blinds and picked your phone from the nightstand, unlocking it and staring absentmindedly at the screen. You had already memorized the last text Gojou sent you “Hey, (y/n), I’ll probably be late for our date, so I think it’s better to cancel. But I’m getting takeout and coming over when I finish here.” That was at 5pm. You were supposed to go out for dinner at a cute new restaurant and you were excited, having planned the date night for a couple of weeks now.
The more time passed, your frustration at having your plans canceled turned to worry - Gojou should’ve been home hours ago. Getting up from the bed you moved back to the window, peeking outside hoping to see his mane of white hair pop up. You couldn’t see him though. You started pacing, worst-case scenarios running through your mind, checking your phone every thirty seconds. Was he injured? Did something unexpected happen on the mission? Was someone else injured? Your thoughts raced, so when you heard the sound of the front door opening, you jumped, startled by the sudden noise.
“Satoru, what happened, are you alright?” you asked, words spilling from your mouth before you even got out the bedroom door. He was standing in the hallway, his clothes looking no worse for wear. You let out a sigh of relief - he didn’t look injured but judging by his slouch, he was exhausted.
“I’m fine (y/n), just a stubborn special-grade decided to play hide and seek and brought some friends. Then when I thought the fun was over, I got a call about some trouble Yuuji got into. I took him home and here I am.” He stretched, letting his arms fall limply back to his sides. “Did you worry about me?” he smirked, exhaustion all but wiped from his face.
You frowned. If he was making light of the situation it couldn’t have been that bad, and as endearing as you found how easy it was for him to switch gears, it still unsettled you a bit to see him back to a smiling carefree demeanor as if nothing had happened. “You know I worry. It comes with the caring about you part.” Still, no matter how much you wanted to be mad at him, you couldn’t help the smile creeping on your face at the way he lit up when he heard you say you care about him as if you didn’t tell him every day.
“I can’t believe it! (Y/n) cares about me, I’m so lucky,” he said, covering his face with his palm. If it was anyone else, you would’ve taken his words to be mocking you, but you knew better, he was just teasing, flirting with you as if you had been dating for only a few weeks.
“And I can’t believe you didn’t even say sorry for missing our date,” you pouted. You knew you were being unreasonable, he had enough stuff on his plate as it was and the apology didn’t matter that much to you. That said, you loved to tease him as much as he loved teasing you. Plus, judging by the playful mood he was in, your comment would just serve to arouse him, not get him mad.
"Hmm, and what would earn your forgiveness, my lovely (y/n)?" he grinned, approaching you with open arms, ready to engulf you in a hug. Gojou’s clothes were smelling faintly of smoke and blood, which only made you wonder what had happened tonight after all. You decided to brush off the uneasiness, he would tell you if he wanted to, there was no point in pressing the matter further. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head in his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat always served to calm your nerves and anxiety.
Taking deep breaths, you held each other for a couple of minutes before you pulled away, turning you scrunched your nose. “I think the first thing on your ‘How to make (y/n) happy’ list should be taking a shower,” you told him, poking his arm with your index finger.
“Don’t you think you should’ve told me this before you had your nose pressed to me for how many minutes?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair “You missed me that much?” he taunted you, accentuating the last words.
“Maybe. I’ll never tell you though.”
“Oh, what will I do with you?” he grinned, all while beginning to undress in the middle of the hallway. You didn’t mind it one bit, the view of his long fingers unzipping his jacket, slowing unbuttoning his pants only to end up playing with the rim of his t-shirt had your pulse accelerating. “Is it my imagination, or are you enjoying the show, (y/n)?” his eyes were fixed on your face as he took the t-shirt off in one swift motion, the corners of his mouth curving at the blush that spread on your face “I wonder what expression you’ll make when I take off my boxers, hmm? Will you open that cute mouth of yours a bit, lick your lips, spread those pretty legs?”
To say you were feeling flustered was an understatement. You loved and hated at the same time how even after two years, he still had the same effect on you, managing to sweep you off your feet effortlessly. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, your glance darting from his mouth to his nimble fingers and back to his face. You wished he had taken off his blindfold so you could see the playful look you knew was in his eyes and as if he had heard your thoughts, you saw him remove it and throw it on the pile of clothes at his side.
“You’re such a tease,” you muttered, transfixed by the blue depths of his eyes, feeling as if you could get lost in them. Even with his muscular chest bare, all you could do is stare into the infinity that was his gaze. You didn’t even register the steps you took to get closer to him, getting startled when you felt one of his hands on the back of your head and the other on your waist, pulling you into a kiss. His lips were soft, enveloping yours into a gentle kiss.
He hummed, pulling away. “You taste of strawberries. I’d kiss you longer, but I want to take that shower first.”
You pouted, watching him pick up his discarded clothes and head to the bathroom. Sighing with disappointment at the kiss that ended way too soon for your liking, you decided to fix yourself a snack as you hadn’t had any dinner after all. “Did you eat anything this evening?” you asked, raising your voice so he could hear it over the running water. If you made something for yourself, you might as well fix something for the handsome man in the shower too.
“Nothing since lunch. And the takeaway places were already closed by the time I got there, but don’t make something just for me.”
“Omelet or cereal? We might as well have a midnight breakfast,” you chuckled, “it’s closer to breakfast time than dinner anyway”
“Just pick whatever you’d like more. I won’t be eating alone after all”
You spent the next twenty minutes fixing an omelet with two kinds of cheese, red peppers, and mushrooms that filled the kitchen with its rich smell. Just as you were dividing it onto the two plates resting on the table, you heard Gojo approach sneakily. You pretended not to notice him and feigned surprise when he pressed his lips on the back of your neck.
“I wasn’t expecting such a feast at three in the morning, you’re outdoing yourself (y/n). It seems I’ll have to not only ask for forgiveness tonight but also show gratitude, hmm.” His voice was low and you could hear the hints of lust mixed in the teasing tone.
You felt shivers run down your spine as he began placing kisses on the column of your neck, sucking on the delicate skin just enough to leave small red marks. You opened your mouth to retort, but a soft whimper left your throat instead of the words. Still, you were not about to give up. “Satoru, do you want the food to get cold?” Your voice was shaky, your tone rather pleading instead of the curt one you intended.
“You make a good point, love,” he crooned but didn’t show any signs of stopping. His hand was under your shirt, fingers lightly brushing your waist in what you could only see as an attempt to tear more moans from you. You felt heat rising through your body, your folds growing wetter from the slick. “I don’t want to waste your delicious cooking, (y/n),” he added just as you were about to give in to his embrace.
It was just like him to turn you on and leave you waiting. Not for the first time you wondered whether seeing you hot and bothered, almost begging for him to touch you more was a sadistic pleasure of his. Almost as much as you wondered whether you were a masochist since even though you pretended not to enjoy it, you loved his games and how he left you wanting. He’d always make sure you climaxed at least three times when he was in a playful mood like this one though - that was your prize for playing. You couldn’t complain.
You talked about your day while eating. You told him about your annoying coworker and how you managed to fix the escalations your boss threw at you that morning. All that on top of your usual tasks, a sense of pride in your voice. He listened, commenting here and there, praising you for a job well done. Then he told you about the curse they encountered on the mission and how Yuuji was almost chopped in half again . You’d think he’d be annoyed at the tough day he had and all the extra trouble he went through, but judging by the way he recounted everything in a lighthearted tone, he seemed rather pleased. As always, that made you question his sanity a bit–how could he be so unbothered? Still, it seemed he truly enjoyed what he was doing, the trouble just adding more spice in his opinion.
“I will wash the dishes in the morning,” he told you, rising from the table and coming behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders. “Do you want me to give you a massage?” he asked coyly.
“It sounds to me like you’re trying to bribe me, Satoru,” you chuckled, sitting up and cupping his face in your palms, pressing a light kiss on his lips. “You know I can’t say ‘no’ to massages”
You laid on the bed on your stomach, still wearing the baggy t-shirt and panties you were using as pajamas, your chin resting on your palms. You felt his hands on your upper back between your shoulder blades pressing gently. “Can you take off your shirt, (y/n)?” he murmured, his fingers reaching for the hem and pulling it up just as you lifted your torso. The way his fingertips brushed your naked skin had warmth spread through your whole body, making you crave more of his touches.
You did your best to relax as he worked your muscles, whimpering softly whenever he’d rub any particularly stubborn knots. Melting onto the mattress, you were about to succumb to sleep when you felt a pleasurable wave crash onto you as his fingers caressed your clothed slit, gently pinching your sensitive nub through the material. You let out a muted moan. “That feels so good.”
“Do you want more, babydoll?” he asked, tugging your panties down your hips. You didn’t answer, still sleepy but instead, you raised your hips to make it easier for him to take off the pesky underwear. “That’s a good girl,” he muttered, the words barely registering to you overshadowed by the feeling of his finger running up and down your slit, gathering your slick.
All the teasing from earlier had you even more sensitive than usual, even the slightest touches setting your nerve endings on fire. When you felt him push his digit inside, your walls clutched it, hips lifting as your chest pressed deeper into the mattress, helping him get a better angle at your spongy sweet spot.
“You’re so eager, I haven’t even started and you’re already close to cumming, aren’t you?” All you could do was moan as he added another finger, scissoring them and stretching your walls, the movement having your juices gushing on his hand. “You missed me that much today? You’re making such a mess,” he was speaking softly, desire clear in his low voice.
“Satoru, please,” was all you could muster, your mind clouded from the pleasure. He obliged, sliding another digit between your sopping walls, curling and pushing them in and out of you faster and faster. You felt pressure building up in your lower abdomen, tightening and threatening to burst with each of his thrusts. Your hands were gripping desperately at the sheets, your knees digging into the mattress as your walls were clenching frantically.
His other hand reached for your clit, rubbing it and after a moment you felt the tight coil in your core snap. He pulled out his fingers, as the pressure released in the form of clear liquid bursting from your cunt and splashing onto his lap and the sheets. Your body was shaking, your mind numb from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Such a good girl, squirting so nicely for me,” he praised. “But you’ve made a mess,” he added, landing a hard slap on your ass. You let out a cry at the unexpected pain, but it soon mixed with pleasure as he began placing soft kisses on the reddened skin. “I can’t decide if I want to punish you now for being such a little slut or if I want to make you more of a wreck first.” A second slap landed on your other ass-cheek, soon followed by an array of kisses. Your cries turned louder, as a couple more spanks decorated your skin, leaving behind the outline of Gojo’s large palms.
You felt your walls clench again, his words serving to arouse you further. “You’re the one who made me into a mess,” you panted, raising yourself onto your elbows. “Why should I be the one who gets punished?”
“Someone’s being bratty, I see,” he said, accentuating the last word. With his hands on your hips and waist, he rolled you onto your back. In an instant, his lips crashing with yours, the intensity of the kiss taking you by surprise and your mouth opening to the invading tongue without any protest. You felt him trace lines with his fingertips along your stomach and chest, settling to your breasts, pinching your nipples, and twisting them, your whimpers and cries swallowed by his hungry mouth.
He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you when you opened your eyelids. His eyes were locked with yours, lustful, ardent, burning with desire. You were taken aback, the last crumbs of your wish to talk back lost in their depths “I want you, Satoru,” you mewled, your arms reaching for the hem of his shirt in an attempt to remove it.
“How could I refuse such a sweet request?” he smirked, taking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor next to the bed. You took in his sculpted chest, the way in which his muscles moved under his taut skin with each movement mesmerizing you almost as much as his eyes did. He moved between your legs, spreading your thighs and placing them on his shoulders. He grabbed your ass, lifting your hips off the mattress as he aligned his length with the entrance to your core. “Should I put it in? What do you think, babydoll?”
You nodded, trying to push your hips forward in an attempt to feel more of him. His fingers dug into your flesh at your movement, a grin spreading on his face “I won’t have any of that, you know? I think I will just tease you for now, until you learn how to behave.” As he spoke he started gyrating your hips so that his cock would move along your slit, pressing a bit at your entrance and on your clit, just to have you whimper with neediness and then pull away. “Are you going to behave, (y/n)?” he asked, his now wet tip almost inside you.
“Y-yes, p-please, I need y-you,” you pleaded, even the slight stretch making your walls flutter. You needed to feel him inside you, your cunt ached and you didn’t know how much more you could take. He looked satisfied with your answer, pushing his length inside you slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Your toes curled and you bit your lip as your body was squirming on his cock.
You closed your eyes, the way your insides were spread overwhelming you. “Look at me, (y/n), you can’t close your eyes if you want me to make you feel good,” he said, stopping.
“P-please, don’t s-stop.” Your voice was cracking, moans spilling through as you opened your eyes meeting his intense gaze once more.
“That’s my good girl,” he grunted as he pushed himself inside you to the hilt, his tip brushing your cervix as you squirmed at the sudden movement, your walls clenching around his cock. “You’re taking me so well, you’re so wet and still so tight ” he praised as he started thrusting inside you, each movement eliciting moans and cries from you. You bit on your hand, trying desperately to cope with the intensity of the fast-approaching climax. Your skin felt like it was on fire, the way his tip pressed your sensitive spot driving you crazy, tears welling up at the corner of your eyes.
“I’m going to c-cum,” you managed to barely form the words between your erratic moans. He quickened the pace, his hips crashing onto yours as you felt your orgasm wash over you, making your whole body quiver as your mind went blank, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. You were unable to let out even a whimper, the pleasure from the climax overpowering for a few moments, even your need to breathe.
Gojo continued fucking you through your orgasm, spurred on by the lewd expressions on your face until he felt your squeeze on his cock loosen a bit. Your legs wouldn’t stop shaking from the intensity as he placed them on the bed on either side of his hips “Don’t think I’m done with you, (y/n),” he said, a wicked glint in his penetrating blue-eyed gaze.
Before you realized what he meant, you felt his hot tongue on your clit, two fingers buried deep inside your core, curling and trying to draw another orgasm from your now overly-sensitive cunt “I-I.. c-can’t anymore,” you cried as your hands sunk in his hair. “Too m-much.” He didn’t stop even as you tugged at his locks - a half-hearted attempt at getting him to stop, as you weren’t sure you even wanted him to. He bit your nub gently, sucking on it and licking, his fingers continuing to move at the same pace as the volume of your cries rose, your body shaking. Your hips started moving on their own, meeting his thrusts as you climaxed for the third time.
Your throat felt dry from the moans and you weren’t sure how much more your body and mind could take before you would break. But you couldn’t focus on that, the blissful post-orgasm stupor making you melt onto the mattress, sinking as if it was a puffy cloud. Your eyes met Gojo’s again. At that moment you thought he was beautiful, an angel with a devilish smile.
“How does it feel to be treated like a princess?” he asked, his eyes fixed on yours once again.
“I-It feels so-so good, Satoru,” you managed, your words slurred as your breath was finally beginning to settle.
“That’s what I like to hear, babydoll. Now, for your punishment,” he began, getting on top of you again, his throbbing cock entering your soaked cunt in one swift thrust. “You’re drenched and so are the sheets, I think that deserves some punishment, don’t you?” his mouth latched to one of your breasts, flicking the nipple with his tongue as his he roughly pinched the other. Unlike before, his thrusts were more erratic, hitting your cervix roughly with each one. “I want to hear you scream my name,” he told you as he bit the side of your breast, sucking and leaving a dark mark. Soon your chest was covered in bites and marks, your walls clenching around his length even harder with each subsequent one. “Do you like pain that much, my little slut?”
You whined at the last word, biting your lip. You couldn’t believe you still had it in you to cum another time, but you felt the pressure building up again. His long fingers reached for your neck, clasping around it and pressing on the sides gently at first. “Satoru,” you cried, his name like a prayer on your lips as his grasp on your throat tightened. All you could see was the depths of his blue eyes as you felt yourself sink deeper into them, your mind blank once more.
He was panting, his thrusts getting deeper and faster as he started chasing his own high. Your walls were milking his length as you climaxed for the fourth time, his hold on your neck loosening bit by bit. You felt his cock throb as his movements stopped with a jerk of his hips, his cockhead resting against your cervix as his cum spilled inside you, painting your walls white.
You heard Gojo fall flat on the bed next to you, his breathing rapid, sweat dripping from his body. He started caressing your side lovingly as he spoke, exhaustion clear in his voice. “I hope I wasn’t too rough or mean to you, love.”
Turning on your side to face him, you wrapped your arms around his torso, humming, “You weren’t. I love you, Satoru, you made me feel so good.” You draped a leg over his, your fingertips drawing circles on his skin “It was worth missing the date for this,” you giggled.
He laughed, planting a kiss on the top of your head as his hand was stroking your hair. “Glad to hear you forgive me.” A few minutes passed in blissful silence before he spoke again. “Let’s go take a bath, it would be easier to clean up now than in the morning. Plus, I need to take care of the marks I left on you,” he added as he started placing soft kisses on each of them before getting up from his spot on the bed. “I’ll bring you some water and painkillers first.”
Before long he was back, picking you up gently and helping you steady yourself, handing you the glass of water and the pill. “Thank you,” you muttered lightly, your legs still wobbly. He noticed and picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathtub that was already filled with warm water.
“I love you, (y/n). You did so well tonight. Are you sure you’re alright and I didn’t go too far?” he asked again, adamant to make sure you were indeed okay.
“I promise,” you nodded as your body relaxed in the warm bath. He was holding you pressed to his chest, kissing the side of your neck and your shoulders. He helped you gently wash your body and once you got out he wrapped you in your favorite fluffy towel, picking you up again, and placed you on the couch.
“Let me just change the sheets first, I’ll be back in a second.” It wasn’t a second, but he sure was much faster than you would’ve been. You giggled to yourself, maybe his powers and training weren’t useful just when it came to killing curses. “What are you laughing at?” he feigned a hurt expression.
“You’re so silly sometimes,” you said, punching his arm lightly. You fell asleep within minutes, your limbs wrapped around each other.
“I love you, (y/n),” he whispered into your hair as he felt exhaustion overtake him as well.