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As a powerful Jujutsu Sorcerer, attending events is not out of the norm. Tonight is an annual black tie party; with no purpose other than intermingling sorcerers. While you attend these for the pure joy of dressing up, being a socialite wasn’t your thing. In fact, the only person you were acquainted with here was none other than Satoru Gojou. And although you hated it, he was more than just an acquaintance.
You step into the expansive room, walking down the black carpet. Photographers take your picture as you make your way further down the walkway. The dress you have on hangs from your body with seductive elegance, hair swept up off your shoulders to showcase the open back. Heads turn, but you know they aren’t looking at you.
His suit is crisp and black, a white shirt underneath with no tie. A few buttons are undone at the top of his dress shirt. Piercing blue eyes pear from behind small black sunglasses. White hair tops off the look.
Turning to catch a glance at the sight behind you, Gojou locks his eyes onto yours and flashes his signature smirk. He starts to head towards you, in spite of the photographer’s pleas.
You roll your eyes at him. Making haste to get down the carpet. Gojou allows himself to lose you in the crowd, deciding to bother his favorite female sorcerer later in the evening.
You indulge in some Cabernet at the bar, swirling it around in the glass. Leaning on your elbows while sipping wine by your lonesome. Few people tried to talk to you, as you had a sort of unapproachable look. Intimidating in a good way; a business woman perhaps. Only one person would test your patience tonight.
“Dance with me gorgeous.” Gojou bends down next to you, sipping a similar beverage.
You scoff and turn away, “And why would I want to do that?” A rhetorical question, of course he answers it.
“It will be fun, who would pass up a chance to dance with THE Gojou Satoru?” He pushes off the bar and sets his glass down, stretching a hand out to you.
“I’m passing up the chance right now actually.” You set your empty wine glass on the bar and turn to leave.
His large hand grabs yours, spinning you into his chest. Your back is pressed up his chest. “I think you’re scared.” He teasingly remarks into your ear, before spinning you back out.
“And why would I be scared of dancing with you?” He pulls you close, this time your front to his. He lets go of your hand and instead places them at your waist. Instinctively, your hands move to rest behind his neck.
“You’re scared to give into me again.” Your eyes widen and you look off to the side, avoiding eye contact. That’s right, Gojou had cracked your cold shell once before. You had ended up sleeping together sometime last year, ghosting him right after.
You hated that someone had been able to get underneath your skin. It was even worse that it was Gojou. People talk, news spread amongst sorcerers that someone had cracked your shell. Everyone knew that it was yet another task only Gojou Satoru could achieve.
“You’re so lucky I’ve been itching to dance, otherwise I really would’ve pushed you off me.” He skillfully dips you back, subconsciously you both begin to waltz together.
“The lady wants to dance huh? Let’s put on a show then.” He sweeps you around- and you allow it.
People begin to clear out of your way. Like a Disney movie, you occupy the dance floor. Pulling out ballroom dancing experience from thin air, Gojou and you put on a real performance. You’re lost in the movement, the audience disappears. He lifts you off your feet, and you don’t even realize the location switch.
He puts you back down and that’s when you notice the difference in the floor beneath you. You look around, a cool breeze flows around you. He teleported us to the rooftop.
“You know, I really almost teared up when you turned down my offer to dance.” Gojou says sarcastically, breaking your silent observation of the scenery.
“Maybe it was a goal of mine to see you cry.” You retort, closing your eyes and tilting your chin up.
Gojou’s finger suddenly presses your chin up. Your eyes shoot open, making direct eye contact with his bright eyes. “Well I intend to have you tear up tonight too.”
Your eyes widen at his words’ hidden meaning. Stepping back from him and continuing to back away. He follows, cornering you up against the wall of the small staircase door shed. You look away from him and he grabs your jaw. Forced to look at him, you lick your lips. He brings his lips to yours. He lets go of your jaw; blush brushing your cheeks.
“You are such a bother.” You remark.
“Let me bother you more then.” He brings his fingers together, smirking. “Domain Expansion, Infinite Void.” Is the last thing you hear before getting caught in his realm.
The void stretches out before you. This is the first time you’ve witnessed his domain first hand. It feels as though each nerve in your body has increased sensitivity. Incomplete images grace your eyes and you look around, dumbfounded.
“Hey there gorgeous.” Gojou appears behind you, hands encircling your waist.
“I am going to kill you after this.” You look up and back to see his face.
“You can try.” He leans down to kiss you again.
Everything is heightened, and his mouth feels like fireworks against yours. You can’t help but let slip small moans of pleasure, biting back the bigger ones. His hands move around your body, one crosses around your waist more while the other slides up to grab your throat. The heat kicks up and you begin to give into his every move. Like putty in his hands, you end up laying on your back. It must’ve been a table now taken over by his domain.
His mouth moves towards your jaw and across to your neck. He licks a stripe and blows on it, sending genuine shivers down your body. He begins his assault on your neck, leaving marks on every inch. Sucking on the soft spot to elicit your sweet reaction. Gojou’s personal galaxy appears on your neck, the purple and red swirling together.
Next he begins to kiss down to your shoulder. He bites the fleshy part, soothing it with his tongue. Your collar bone fills with small bruises in his wake. His mouth getting lower and lower. Nothing stops him from marking your chest.
Content with his work, he pulls away. “Satoru, please.” You can barely mutter.
“Don’t rush perfection, I promise you’ll get what you want.” He’s a narcissistic asswipe, even in bed.
“Fuck you.” You draw out.
“You’re about to.” He says, matter of fact.
He starts to hike up your dress over your hips. Kissing and leaving love bites on your calf and inner thighs as he undresses you. A finger hooks your underwear band, drawing it down and off your body. Already slick from his foreplay, he dips down to get a taste. Your mind gets lost in the waltz of his tongue. You can feel yourself about to come undone, solely from his mouth. His knuckles brush against your clit, that’s all it takes. Your head gets fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure, but Gojou isn’t even close to being finished with you.
He leaves no time for you to come down from the high as he inserts a long finger into you. Easing in another because of how heavy your arousal is. His fingers pump in and out, building you up again slowly. His other hand begins to rub circles around your bud of nerves, the void muffles your cries of ecstasy. The fingers inside you find the soft spot, constantly pressing against it. Stars enter your vision. The knot in your stomach breaks again, this time onto his fingers. You watch as he puts them into his mouth, sucking off the mess left behind.
“I plan on having to carry you out of here.” He whispers into your ear, tossing his shirt off. He slides off his pants, only briefs left. “Take them off for me.” You look into his eyes, hands obeying his command.
His dick looks painfully hard, he’s been restraining himself this whole time. You’re long over-stimulated, but he doesn’t care. Wasting no time, he shoves into you. Your back arches and you scream out into the emptiness. His back is littered with the half moons of your nails digging into his flesh.
He continues to thrust in and out of you mercilessly, enjoying your cries of pleasure. He lifts your hips off the ground to hit deeper inside you. His fingertips bruise your hip bones as he grips you. Angling your head to look at him disappearing into you, he grabs your hand in his, placing it on your tummy bulge.
“Feel how well I fill you?” Gojou leans down to kiss you.
He flips you over so that your back is arched and he slams into you from behind. The pleasure is nauseating. He leans over you and grabs your neck, applying pressure to the sides. His mouth is next to your ear, so every groan he lets out imprints into your head.
You had lost track of the orgasms you had, Gojou didn’t seem to care when they hit, he simply kept going through them. This time, he let you come down from the high, he had finished too. He filled you up full of his cum, enjoying the way you squirmed underneath him. He knew his goal was complete when tears slipped from the corner of your eyes.
You; ruined.
Him; perfect.
He gathered your clothes from the domain, pulling his shirt on over you. He put his pants on. The domain breaks, he steps out with you in his arms. He teleports you home, waiting for the Jujutsu Post to surface an article about where you had both disappeared to last night.