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my forearms rested against the rod iron enclosure of the balcony i was peering off of. it was early, maybe around eight o'clock in the morning? still, the city looked so pretty. the morning sky was dipped in a gorgeous petal pink, welcoming the sun with it. our room had a straight shot view of the iconic eiffel tower, this was definitely in my top three favorite places he's taken me to. we were only staying a few days, and the only reason we're here was for some sorcerer charity banquet, i guess? i zoned out after gojo said we were going to paris so i didn't get any details. all i gathered was that everyone attending would be from the strongest and most powerful families world wide. i think the charity was for funding new sorcery schools in more rural areas to allow children with curse seeing abilities a place to go.
"it's so beautiful here," i spoke aloud, sensing the white haired boy behind me.
"still doesn't beat waking up to you," gojo teases with a kiss to my check, handing me a warm mug of the tea he just brewed. his hair was messy and damp from the shower he had just taken.
i turn to face him, bringing the mug to my lips. his arms trap me between them, each resting on the rail behind me.
"we got in late last night, are you sure you're okay for today? you're not tired?" he questions, moving a strand of my hair away from my eyes with his fingers.
"yeah, i'm okay," i reassure with a smile. gojo slouches down and attaches his lips to the cup he'd given me, sipping as best as he could in the position he was in.
"okay, so the banquet is tonight. i have a meeting with the coordinators at-" he brought his wrist in to check his nonexistent watch, "-around ten to go over some last minute details. i think we need to be at the banquet hall at eight, apparently there's some sort of red carpet for photo ops." he scanned my face to see if i was listening. i was. "so we can go sightseeing now or you could go without me if that's what you wanna do?"
"i'd rather just wait until tomorrow, i'm definitely not seeing this city without you," i reply brushing a few stray hairs from his face.
"that's what i thought," he smiles, planting a kiss to my lips. he turns from me and walks back into our room, my feet padding right behind him.
the room was huge. i didn't even want to know how much he was paying for this, i knew money wasn't an issue with him but still. it had a full bar, a king sized bed, a sitting area with a velvet couch, and my favorite part, a giant bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub. the architecture of it was beautiful. the marbled floors caught your eye immediately, and the detail within the moldings of the wall trim was intricate. the overall aesthetic of the room had a very rose gold feel to it.
"do you like the room?" my boyfriend asks, he was slipping the shirt he slept in off to change into actual clothes.
his bare abdomen distracts me for just a moment before i snap out of it, "i love it, it's perfect."
a chuckle escaped him, "i knew you would," his eyes circle the room, "i was hoping it made you feel like royalty."
i smile at his generosity, i wasn't with satoru for his money (obviously) but it felt nice to be pampered like this. we came from very different backgrounds, he grew up very wealthy while i on the other hand grew up somewhat lower middle class. i had never even left my home country before moving to tokyo. gojo knows all of this of course. i like to think he enjoys giving me experiences like this just to see how happy it makes me. i'm very grateful for the love he has for me.
"there's a spa in the hotel, i made sure it had one when booking so you could visit it," he says walking into the bathroom, i trail behind him to continue our conversation. he's stood in front of the wide vanity mirror that covers its side of the wall. his black boxer briefs the only thing left on his body now. i sat on the edge of the bathtub, one leg crossed over the other. the champagne colored silk robe i slipped on after i woke up hung loose over my body. i don't know if was the paris air or the jet lag but looking at the boy in front of me was driving me insane. i wanted nothing more than for him grab me and have his way with me. i wondered if i was too obvious with how i was feeling as my eyes zone out on his body, sipping the last bit of my tea.
"y/n?" i regain my focus on the conversation, setting my now empty mug beside me. "did you hear me?"
"yeah, babe, i heard you," i stand to my feet and step towards him to wrap my arms around his torso, "i'll probably go when you leave."
a hand of his came down to rest on top of mine, the other was busy putting in hair products.
"do whatever you want today, don't let my absence keep you from enjoying yourself."
i smirk to myself, "i think i'd rather just do you today."
"oh really?" that caught his attention. i peak my head around his side to look at him through the mirror. "really."
"baby, i would love to, but i really need to leave soon," he lets out a sigh of disappointment.
i whine in response, earning a laugh from gojo.
"we can make it quick," i bargain. fingertips skim the soft skin of his lower abdomen, my hands are inching dangerously close to the waistband of his boxers. letting out a groan of annoyance, his hands were quick to grab mine. he turned on his heel to face me.
my body is pulled into his, his hands hold my arms between us.
"you want me to fuck you right here?" he speaks just above a whisper into my ear, i let out a shaky breath at his change in tone.
"you want me to sit you up on this counter and eat your pussy?" i could hear the smirk in his words, he was enjoying this. "i bet you're already wet for me, yeah? shall we check?"
with his head still in the crook of my neck, his hands let go of my arms just to pull the silk tie that's holding my robe together. he slips it off gently over my shoulders, letting it drop to the ground, the fabric pooling at my feet. the warmth of his breath fans over my neck, sending a shiver straight to my arousal. his right hand slides down my abdomen, fingertips dragging slowly over my skin. they dip right into my panties, his middle finger dragging along my slit, and i suck in a quick breath at the contact.
"ah, you are," he teases deviously. he pulls his hand from me and brings his finger to his tongue, "i wonder how long you can hold off before it becomes too much."
he suddenly lifts me by my thighs and sits me on top of the bathroom counter. my legs instantly squeezing his sides. "satoru..."
he leans into me, his lips colliding with mine. his tongue gives no warning upon entering my mouth. the grip he had on the fat of my thighs was harsh much like how he was kissing me. he purposely pushed his pelvis into mine. his clothed cock brushing against my own sensitive spot. i desperately moaned into his mouth. he did it once more, he was fully hard at this point, and i knew he wouldn't be able to resist fucking me right here. i had him in the palm of my hand. my hands reached around to his backside to squeeze what i could of his ass, pulling him farther into me to relieve the tension.
"you want my dick that bad, angel?" his voice was low, the vibrations music to my ears.
"you clearly want me as well," i retort, rubbing against his erection to gain a reaction from him. he breaks for just a moment to let out a small whimper, before snapping back to his previous composure.
"you're done," he hisses. those piercing blue eyes lock with mine, and i knew i was in for it. i was expecting him to pull me down and bend me over right there, but he doesn't. instead he steps back and goes back to fixing his hair. a clear look of confusion must have been apparent on my face.
"i think you forget how easily i can turn it off," he boasts with that smug smile of his, "you should see your face right now, how pathetic."
"you are such an ass," i spit at him, the back of my hand smacking the back of his head.
"hey," he pivots to snatch my arm, "next time, when i say i can't, you listen. got it?" his voice was low and stern as it was before.
"yes, sir," i submit.
"good girl," a hand hovers over my head and gives it two light pets, "now, go get dressed, i'll walk you down to the spa."
i turn away from him quickly to roll my eyes where he can't see.
"do that again, and you'll get nothing for a month," i freeze in my tracks, turning my head slightly over my shoulder just enough to see him peering at me through the mirror. when gojo says i'll get 'nothing' he's not talking about gifts or even sex, he's referring to orgasms. it's basically just punishment for me. he'll have sex with me all he wants during that time, but he will never once let me finish. it's torture, but i think it's pretty hot so i let it slide. if it ever got to be too much, we have words for that. i nodded my head quickly and scurried to my suitcase across the room.
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my palms flatten the linen fabric of the romper i threw on as i checked my outfit in the mirror.
"you sure look cute," snowy hair nuzzles against my face as familiar lips peck my cheek, an arm sneaks around my waist to pull me closer.
"nahh, this is nothing," i giggle, "i'm just gonna have to take my clothes off again once i get there."
"mmmh, don't tell me that, you're making me rethink taking you down there," he hums against my hair.
"speak for yourself, look at you!" i gesture towards his own outfit. a satiny black button down with the sleeves rolled up just before his elbows. the top couple of buttons were left undone, tucked into slim black slacks that hugged his butt just right. his rolex sat pretty on his right wrist. his ears adorned with two small gold hoops detailed with rubies. his usual blindfold replaced with a pair of thin framed glasses that were shaded black, and a thin gold necklace molded over his collarbones. he looked luxurious, like he definitely belonged here.
"i really hope no one snatches you up while we're apart," i laugh, smoothing out his shirt for him.
"no man or woman could ever replace you, you know that," he reassures playfully with a kiss to my forehead, "shall we go?"
i nod, grabbing my phone from the counter and following behind him.
the elevator dings and the slabs of metal slide open. we step out into the bustling hotel lobby, gojo's hand hanging on my waist. there's a wide corridor towards the back of the lobby, most of the rooms are large event halls, but at the very end resides the spa. gojo guides me down, swiftly maneuvering us through the people coming and going. the entrance is made up of two large foggy glass doors with gold colored lettering of the hotel's name.
"m'lady," he opens the door for me and gestures for me to go through. we're met with the front reception desk with two young women standing in wait. they greet us in french, and i become flustered because i obviously can't speak the native language. the people we've encountered here in the last twelve hours have luckily spoken english. i begin to open my mouth to apologize for not being able to communicate, but the boy next to me interrupts. i'm taken aback at what i hear, he's speaking in perfect french with them. i knew he was fluent in english along with his native tongue, but now i'm questioning how many languages he was made to learn growing up. they finish speaking and i turn to him immediately.
"since when do you speak french?" i question.
he laughs, "there's still a lot you don't know about me, babe."
"huh," i cross my arms, beginning to wonder what else he hasn't shown me yet.
"i should be back at two-ish, i'll meet you in the room, yeah?"
i nod in agreement.
"enjoy yourself, love you," he says as he pulls me into him to kiss my forehead, and then he was gone.
i watch as another young woman met me at the desk.
"you can follow me," she smiles. i walk next to her as she guides me to the masseuse.
"your husband?"
"o-oh, no, my boyfriend," i reply awkwardly, a blush rising to my cheeks, "we've only been together for a little over a year."
she replies with a quiet 'ah' as she opens the door to my room.
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i sigh as my key card activates the door lock allowing me to enter. my whole body felt like mush from the treatment i just had done. i trudge to the bed to just fall flat on my back. the soft duvet swallows me, and i feel like i'm laying on a cloud, i had never been so relaxed. i check the the time to see how long i had to get ready for the banquet. 1:00pm, no rush at all. i stretch my arms above me only to be startled by them hitting something. i sit up and look behind me to see a black bag with a matte finish stuffed with red tissue paper. a red card lied next to it, i eagerly pick it up to read it.
my love,
sorry i couldn't be there to greet you i should be right behind you though, so wait for me!
i got you a few things, please wear them tonight, i hope you love them :)
i also ordered room service for you, i figured you'd be hungry afterwards
love you!
- your satoru
as if on cue there was a knock at the door. i check the peephole just to make sure it wasn't a stranger and then open the door once i see hotel staff waiting for me. i thank them for the food, and they were on their way. a pasta dish of some kind was revealed to me as i lift up the silver dome covering along with a bottle of white wine and a bread appetizer. i take a quick bite of the dish as i open the wine, pouring myself a glass. i push the cart that it was brought in on towards the bedroom so i could inspect the gift gojo had left for me. the paper crinkled as i pulled it out and was met with a medium sized black box and another item wrapped in tissue paper. i open the box up first to find a beautiful set of tanzanite earrings with a matching necklace. i sit them aside to unwrap the final item. a satin black dress unfolds from its position before me. i hurriedly walk up to the full length mirror next to the bed to hold it up over my body. it had a simple design, just a u-neckline and a cinched waist but it was elegant. i immediately put it on a hanger to hang it in the bathroom so it wouldn't collect wrinkles. my phone buzzes as i begin getting undressed to take a quick shower.
got you a hairstylist, because i know you don't like to do it. she should be there in about ten minutes. i know you like to do your own makeup so i left that for you to do :)
that man i swear. he has absolutely too much money for his own good, but i appreciate everything he does for me. with a shake of my head, i quickly hop in the shower and wait for the stylist to arrive. after i'm through scrubbing all the oils and such that they used on me in the spa, i finish the food that had been ordered for me and pour another glass of wine. both were indescribably good. a knock at the door lets me know that the stylist is here. she makes quick work once she gets ahold of my hair. i request just a simple old hollywood style curl and it turns out beautifully. by the time she's done it was already getting close to three and gojo still wasn't back.
it was as if the universe could hear my thoughts because he hurries through the door within seconds. i was just sitting down to start my makeup.
"i'm sorry, i'm late, i completely forgot my suit at home so i had to buy a new one," he rushes an explanation as he enters the bathroom with his new suit in plastic wrapping thrown over his shoulder.
"what'd you get?"
he smirks, "you'll see later. you look beautiful by the way." his lips connect to the crown of my head.
"the jewelry you got me is gorgeous," i smile, "thank you, you didn't have to do that."
"of course i did! what was i gonna do? let you walk in there and let you get shown up by every other woman attending?" he gives me a baffled look.
all i can do is laugh, he will give every excuse in the book before he'll admit that gift giving is his love language.
"our driver is picking us up in about two and a half hours, you'll be ready by then, right?" i sense a bit of worry in his voice, like he didn't have any faith in my makeup skills.
i give him a look as if to say, "really?"
"well, pardon me for being sceptical," he mocks.
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"wow, you look.." his eyes scan my full silhouette, "fucking hot."
i snort at his bluntness, "thanks, i didn't notice this high slit on the side though, so no undies for me tonight."
"what?"
i look at him confused, "you'd see them through the dress, so i can't? it'll be fine."
"so i'm gonna have to think about how your just bare under this all night? you didn't put on a bra either," his hands circle my hips.
"yeah, you are, now get dressed," i tease, walking out to find my shoes.
just as i strap my left heel on, gojo walks out of the bathroom and to the full length mirror. my mouth practically waters at the sight of him. he's clad in a white dress shirt, and like earlier the top couple of buttons were undone. no tie. overtop of that he sports a fitting suit jacket, but not one of those extra formal ones more like what you see celebrities wear on red carpets. his trousers remind me of the ones he wore earlier, and jesus did they look good on him. he adjusts his jacket in the mirror before turning to me. i can see now that he's replaced his gold jewelry with silver ones. the thin chain peeking out from under his shirt.
"how do i look?" he brushes the fabric of his sleeves a couple of times.
"eh," i playfully reply.
"oh shut up," he laughs, "our driver is out front, let's get going." i stand to my feet, making sure everything was perfect in the mirror before grabbing my clutch and leaving the room with gojo.
we reach the front entrance of the hotel, and i stop dead in my tracks as i see the car meant for us. a rolls royce. a fucking blacked out rolls royce was driving us to this event. this was the nicest car i'd probably ever be in.
"did you do this?" i question the boy next to me, still clearly stunned.
"i didn't actually, i'm just as surprised as you are," he chuckles.
the chauffeur stood ready next to the door, opening it for us as we got closer. i step in first and am greeted with a luxurious maroonish interior with a partition separating the driver from the backseat.
"this is so nice, holy shit," my hand quickly flies to my mouth in attempts to take back the swear i just muttered. as if it was a sin to use such trashy language in such an expensive vehicle. gojo lets out a deep belly laugh at my actions.
"they're sound proof, babe," he explains, knocking his knuckle against the partition, "he can't hear us."
"interesting," that definitely gave me some ideas. i knew there was absolutely no way i'd be able to control myself at this banquet with the way he's looking. i wonder if he felt the same looking at me. i'm not going to lie, sometimes i do get a little insecure. i don't come from a line of jujutsu sorcerers, i'm the only one in my family. much less do i have a famous family name. i can't help but think that it would be better for him to be with someone who was considered more noble. it does make me happy that he chose me though. i think he sees me for who i am as i do for him. most people only see him as his six eyes or just being the strongest, but i know that bothers him. i hope he knows that he's more than that to me.
as we get closer and closer to the venue, i spot more luxurious cars carrying the biggest names among the jujutsu world. where we would step out of the car was flooded with photographers and interviewers. gojo must've felt that i was nervous because he gives my hand a tight squeeze as if to tell me it's okay. the car comes to a stop and gojo's door opens, he steps out swiftly and i can hear the many clicks and see the bright flashes of all of the cameras. i scoot myself over the seat to get out next. gojo offers his hand out, and i take it as i do my best to elegantly exit the car. his hand immediately caresses my back as we begin to walk the stairs that are covered in a red carpet. everyone around us is yelling his name trying to get him to look at them for a picture. he's never really been a fan of being treated like some circus animal so he ignores them, leaving them to get whatever they can as we walk by. entering the building, the first thing that catches my eye is the double grand staircase dead set in the middle. i know i must look so stupid to the people around us by how starstruck i was, but it was beautiful how else was i supposed to react.
"this way, babe," gojo says guiding me with the hand that rested on my back, snapping me out of my trance.
we make way for the right side of this massive lobby to enter what i'm assuming is where the banquet is being held. a woman is standing in front of the wide doorway, probably to check everyone in.
"y/n and satoru gojo," my boyfriend speaks to the woman. my head snaps towards him.
"yes, this young man will show you to your table," she smiles while gesturing to a boy standing in line with others in the same uniform. we even get an escort to the table?
"thank you," we both reply and walk through to follow our escort.
there's so many people here that i don't know where to looks first, the event hall is decorated beautifully. there's a stage at the very front with a small band playing jazz with a woman singing in french. the tables are scattered everywhere but in the most organized way. everyone seems to know everyone which makes me feel a bit awkward because i'm just a nobody compared to these people. gojo pulls me closer to him by my waist to insure that i don't get lost in the crowd. our table is to the side but very close to the front of the stage. its decorated with a red velvet covering with a centerpiece consisting of different types of white and red flowers. gojo pulls my chair out for me and i sit, still thinking about how he introduced us moments ago.
"so...are we gonna talk about that or?" i laugh.
he waves me off, "it's easier that way, i think everyone sees us as married anyways."
"and what if i don't want to take your last name?"
"that's fine with me, i'll take yours i don't mind," he laughs giving my cheek a kiss.
"there isn't anyone you need to speak to?" i ask in confusion, no ones stopped to speak with him which is surprising to me.
"word gets out about how i treat the old heads back home so i think maybe i'm intimidating to most people," he answers leaning back on his chair and looking around.
"i would be too if-"
"gojo satoru!" we both turn our heads at the sound of his name, it's an older man maybe late forties with two young women on his arms.
gojo greets him back, standing from his seat, i follow. it felt rude to not interact as well. his arm sneaks around my waist once more. i keep quiet next to him as he sparks conversation, i wouldn't know what to say if i was spoken to anyways.
"champagne?" a young waiter asks while holding out a tray of glasses. we all take one.
i take a couple of sips from my glass as i try to stay tuned into the conversation. i can't help but notice how one of the girls is eyeing gojo though. she looks at him and then glances over at me. i keep my head high trying to ignore it. until she speaks that is.
"is it true that no one can touch you?" her voice is bubbly.
gojo holds his palm out, "try it."
she reaches her fingertips out to put her hand against my boyfriend's but to no avail. she can't touch him.
"i really only ever turn it off for them," he says looking at me and smiling. i notice her small scowl as he looks at me and that boosts my confidence a bit. she speaks again.
"could you show me?"
"sure," the small space keeping them from connecting breaks and her fingertips are now touching his, "see."
her fingertips graze slowly down his hand, "wow." she's giving him bedroom eyes at this point. she looks at me to make sure i'm seeing her touch my boyfriend.
i squeeze gojo's hand that's on my hip to let him know that i'm uncomfortable. he immediately activates his limitless technique again and the girl frowns, dropping her hand.
"if you'll excuse us, i see someone else i should speak with," he gives the man a bow of the head before leading us along the wall. he finds a door somewhere in the middle, opening it and peeking through to see if anyone was in the main hall.
"babe, what are you-" he pulls me through and closes the door quietly and then guides me around a corner to an empty hall. i'm stumbling over my feet as he opens another door and drags me in with him. i trip over my feet a bit from the velocity of his pull. i notice quickly that we're in a big fancy bathroom. i hear the turning of a lock behind me.
i turn to him,"why are we-"
in the blink of an eye he's all over me. his lips are hungrily moving against mine, his hands roaming freely around my body. he backs us up against the counter where he lifts me up to sit me on top. my arms fall over his shoulders and my fingers intertwine with his hair.
"i'm sorry," he finally speaks between kisses, "couldn't take it anymore."
my curiosity from earlier was definitely answered.
"i felt gross after letting her touch me and then i spotted too many others staring at you," he moves down to my neck, "i had to have you." his left hand lands on my thigh and takes advantage of the slit in the dress. it slips under to rest on my hip, his fingers rubbing small circles in my skin.
"yeah, she was looking at me like she had you," i let out a shaky breath as he suckled on my collarbone, "but i know better than that."
"i want you so bad right now, i've been thinking about how you'd look in this dress all day," his mouth moves further down my chest,"it's driving me insane."
"i know, but we still have to attend this party," i explained, although i desperately wanted him too.
"fuck the party, i put in my donation already."
i pulled him away from me for a moment, "should we leave then?"
"i wanna taste first," he said licking his lips.
i narrowed my eyes at him and thought about it for a minute, "fuck it."
i hop down from the counter and pull the skirt of my dress up high enough for him. i sit back on the counter, the fabric of my dress crumpled in one hand. gojo crouches down onto the marble flooring to get eye level with my sex. his eyes peer at me over his glasses as he leans into it. he spreads my legs for more access, and wastes no time lapping at my folds and swirling his tongue around my clit. my free hand grips his hair hard, pushing him deeper into me. he moans at the tug of his hair which sends a shiver down my body.
"satoru, fuck," i hiss. i didn't want to be too loud, the acoustics of the bathroom would cause too much of an echo.
he switches from licking to harsh sucking causing my head to fall back against the mirror. he gives me a couple more licks before detaching himself, i groan at this loss of his tongue.
"c'mon let's go, i can't wait any longer," he says as he helps me down and pulls me out of the bathroom. "there's a side door this way."
we both excitedly jog down the hall and exit the building. doing this made me feel like a teenager again, like i was doing something i'd get in trouble for. gojo sticks his head around the corner to see if anyone is still in the front taking pictures, there were, but he spots our car parked on the other side of the street with everyone else's.
"okay, we gotta run," he warns me, i nod.
we jolt across the street to the rolls royce that got us here, how we weren't caught i don't know. he opens my door for me and ushers me inside. i watch as he runs around the car and speaks with the driver standing outside, he was soon sliding in the seat next to me. his hand immediately grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into his lips. i take this chance to straddle his waist, my face now hovering over his. our lips reattach quickly and his hands work prints into my ass from how hard he's holding me. i whine into his mouth at the feeling, earning a muffled laugh from him. i couldn't smell it before but now that i was so close to him his cologne is overpowering my senses, in a good way of course. it was that woodsy musk smell that i always loved on him. a hand of mine leaves his hair and travels down to the open part of his shirt. i slip it under and graze every bit of exposed skin that i can. his hips start to buck into mine, a whimper escapes his throat. his lips pull away from mine to move down my neck.
"i wanna fuck you right here so bad," he whispers in that low tone he used this morning.
"i have a better idea," he raises an eyebrow at me as i remove myself from his lap. god i hope he wasn't lying about the partition being sound proof because i was about to have this man in shambles.
thank you universe for these incredibly roomy back seats.
i slide down right in front of him, my hands work quickly to undo his pants. gojo helps once he catches on to what i'm about to do. i pull the waistband of his boxers back just enough to free his already half hard member. i had no idea how far we were from the hotel so i'm hoping to make this fast. i stuff him in my mouth without hesitation, the boy above takes in a sharp breath in response. his dick hardens in my mouth almost immediately. i begin sucking his tip, swirling my tongue over his slit. my hand wraps around what i can't get to. his own hands fly to the back of my head to push me down further. my eyes dart to his face, i loved the way he looked when i had him like this. he seemed so vulnerable but still very much in control. his head is thrown back, his jaw clearly clenched. throaty moans slip from his mouth one after another. my head bobs up and down on him but not fast enough for his liking. he starts forcing my head down onto him. i try to stand my ground and keep the pace i have going, but his strength overwhelms me and i'm forced to give up. his hands hold my head steady as he attempts to get himself off. i can feel a bit of spit building up on the outside of my lips.
“oh, f-fuck,” he finally spits out.
his head is hitting the back of my throat making me feel like i need to gag, but i hold it back. his hips thrust up to meet every downstroke of my mouth. i see him glance out of the window quickly, his face tells me that we're close to the hotel. he lifts my head to his face to taste himself on my tongue.
“we’ll finish this later,” he smirks against my lips.
he tucks himself back into his pants and allows me to fix myself so i don’t get out the car looking like a mess. the car came to a stop minutes later, gojo gets out first, and i was right behind him. he thanked the driver with a tip and grabs my hand. we probably looked like two giddy teenagers heading to their hotel room on prom night, i didn’t care. we ran through the lobby to the closest elevator, hopping in the first one that was available. the doors slid open and we stepped inside. just as i was about to hit our floor number, a family held the door and piled in with us. there had to be at least six of them. gojo and i stood in the back holding our breaths trying not to laugh. they got off on the third floor, allowing us some relief to let out our laughs.
“i don’t know why that was so funny but i couldn’t help it,” i say holding my belly from laughing so hard.
“dude, your face could’ve given us away!” gojo had slid down the wall next to him from how hard he was laughing.
“our floor’s next, get up,” i lend my hand out for him while recovering from the laughing fit we just had. our keycard out and ready to go to get into the room.
the elevator lets out a ding! and we sprint down the hall to our room. once inside, i work at my shoe straps as gojo’s lips collide with mine again. i struggle a bit but eventually get both shoes off. my tongue licks at his bottom lip, his mouth allowing me entrance instantly. my body is trapped between the wall and gojo, making it difficult to slip out of my dress. instead, i push his suit jacket off. my fingers begin working at the new necklace that resided on my neck, slip it off and set it on the table next to us. gojo eagerly pulls my dress over my head, my body gets cold from the sudden bareness. he continues to back us into the bedroom until i get close enough to fall back on the bed.
“you look beautiful,” he breathes against my chest, his teeth taking a nipple between them. my back arches in response which just pushed my chest into his face more.
“please just fuck me already, i’ve been waiting all day,” i beg, my thighs squeezing around him.
“is that right?” oh please, not now.
“please satoru, i need you to,” my voice is quivering in anticipation.
“what if i just…” his fingers enter me abruptly causing me to yelp in surprise.
his tongue grazes the skin on my abdomen as his fingers go to work on me, my legs spread by default.
“look at you, baby,” he hovers over me, “all needy for my cock."
“please, ‘toru,” i'm whining now, hoping i get my way.
“didn’t i say in the car that you’d finish sucking me off?” his fingers stop. i watch as he walks around our king bed and sits down right in front of the mirror.
“come here, baby,” he coos.
i follow his trail and stand directly between his knees. his hands reach around to grab at my ass. i take it upon myself to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. i just really needed to see more of him.
"on your knees, baby," he whisper against my belly, his baby blues staring into my own eyes. i obey and brought myself eye level with his hips.
his fingers gently hold my chin, his thumb grazing over my bottom lip before pushing itself into my mouth. "you look so pretty like this, baby."
my fingers work to undo his belt and zipper, quickly stripping him of his trousers and throwing them to the other side of the room to worry about later. my mouth waters at the sight of his tented boxers. i give him those big doe eyes i know he goes crazy for as i peel his boxers off and sit them to the side. his dick slaps against his abdomen after being freed of its restraints. i didn't think twice about stuffing him in my mouth right away. my tongue swirls around the tip and cushions the underside of his shaft as i push my head down. my abrupt actions earn a small whimper from the boy in front of me. i start to feel a bit shy thinking about how i'm the only one fully nude, he must have noticed my anxiety because his right hand comes down to rub over the top of my back as a way to comfort me. he trails his fingertips up the nape of my neck and buries them in my hair. his other arm supports him as he leans back. i watch as his head falls back from pleasure, so i suck a little harder around his shaft to heighten it for him.
"god, fuck, y/n," he hisses, "your mouth feels so good, baby."
the praise only adds fuel to the fire. i use my hand for what i can't reach as my other comes up to cup his balls and give them tight squeezes here and there. his hand on the back of my head starts pushing my head down on its own, his hips bucking to meet me lips. i thank the gods that my gag reflex isn't terrible or this would be torture. i keep bobbing my head down onto him, hollowing my cheeks on the up strokes. i make sure to trap his tip between the roof of my mouth and my tongue on every down stroke, his mouth falls open everytime i did it. i pick up my pace a bit, adding a twist of my wrist while i sucked. i'm sure there's a mess, spit spilling over onto my fingers and down to the base of his cock. gojo is clearly enjoying the sight, his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth as he watches me.
"look how fucking pathetic you look drooling all over my cock," he taunts.
i moan into him causing him to push down harder on my head. i try to keep my eyes on him because fuck he looks so good when he's like this. his chest heaves as sweat collects on his forehead. he switches between deep moans and cursing under his breath, but then grits his teeth when he feels he's too loud. the throbbing of my clit is starting to become a nuisance. i try to ignore it, but i don't think i can anymore. i knew i'd get in trouble for this, but i didn't care. as his head is still thrown back i sneakily remove my hand from his balls and slip it between my thighs. my middle finger moves my wetness around, rubbing up and down my slit. i sigh into his cock at the pressure, finally enjoying a bit of relief. it doesn't last long when i feel my arms being yanked in front of me, causing me to detach from him.
"did i say you could touch yourself, princess?" his face is just slightly above mine, his eyes glaring down at me. it was intimidating to say the least.
i nervously shake my head no.
"then why are your fingers in your pussy?" he whispers into my ear. my body shivers as his breath fans over me.
he smirks as he leans back again, "i'm gonna use your mouth as my own personal fucktoy, okay? you disobeyed so this is your punishment."
my only choice was to nod.
i reluctantly pull him into my mouth again. gojo immediately holds my head down with one hand while his other holds my wrists captive. his hips snap into my face rapidly, his tip hits the back of my throat with each thrust. the heat between my legs is still aching painfully, it's becoming unbearable. i try to squeeze my thighs together to relieve myself, but it isn't enough. my jaw is starting to cramp as well. i forget how big gojo is until i'm giving him head. it gets exhausting after a while, but it's worth it to see him this way. most people probably wouldn't want to be used like this, but i don't mind it, i find it incredibly hot. he does get carried away, however. i don't think he realizes how hard he's holding my wrists because i can feel each individual finger digging into me. there will most likely be fingertip shaped bruises around them tomorrow. i whimper loud against him to try and gain some sympathy from him. i should've known he wouldn't notice. i look up to see that he is looking past me. the mirror. he's watching himself fuck my face in the mirror. thinking about how he's getting off on watching himself do this is such a gojo thing for him to do but i'd be lying if i said it wasn't worsening my arousal. i would smirk, but my mouth was a bit occupied at the moment. tears prick my eyes as it becomes harder to breathe. i know he's getting close when i can feel him twitch against my tongue every few seconds. his breaths are becoming more shallow too.
"s-swallow it, all of it," he grunts a demand.
he spills into my mouth with a muffled groan. the slight saltiness coats my tongue as thick white spurts slide down my throat. he keeps my head held down at the base of his cock so i have no choice but to swallow it. i try my best to take every drop, but i can't fit everything. a few stragglers sneak through my lips and onto him. i can hear him cursing above me. i wish i could see his face, i just know his mouth is hung open with his eyes zipped shut. he loosens his grip on my head, and guides me off of him. i release him with a small pop as a white trail of spit keeps us connected. i take a couple of deep breaths before he grabs my chin again. his thumb wipes the excess seed from my lips and pushes it back into my mouth.
"are you okay, doll?" he wipes the small tears falling from my eyes,"was i too rough with you?"
his demeanor immediately softens now that he sees how wrecked i am, "hold on, stay here."
i watch as he picks his boxers up from beside me and slides them on. he walks to the mini fridge that sits at the bar and grabs a glass water bottle for me. he treks back to me and sits down next to me. his carefulness always amazed me, he'll be as rough or as harsh as he wants, but will always make sure i'm okay afterwards. he'll never let me get to the point where i become dehydrated or pass out from exhaustion.
"here, drink this," he says opening it for me. i quickly grab it and take a couple of sips, swishing the water around my mouth to clear it out.
"you took that like a champ, baby," he chuckles, "bet you won't disobey me again, though."
he stands to his feet to retrieve his previous spot on the bed, leaning back with his arms as support. i drink a little more than half the bottle before setting it to the side. i cross my arms and rest them on top of his knee closest to me, my chin sits on top them.
"do i get something now?" i ask innocently.
"what do you want me to do, angel?" he coos, his hand comes down to caress the side of my face.
"fuck me, please," i beg.
"gladly," his eyes darken again, and i'm anxious for what he's about to do to me.
he pulls me up and lays me over the duvet. his lips instantly connect with mine, my tongue forces its way into his mouth as i grow more excited. his body forms against mine, and his dick hardens again against my inner thigh. his stamina always surprised me, i don't know how he does it.
"fuck, you're so wet," gojo trails his lips down my jaw, "i can feel you through the fabric."
i let out a soft moan as he finds the sweet spot on my neck. i use my hands to pull at his sleeves, motioning for him to remove it. he picks up on the hint and rids himself of both his shirt and underwear. his feet kicking his boxers into the corner of the room.
"how do you wanna do this?" he questions as he gives is dick a couple of strokes to prep himself.
"have your way with me, i don't care," i respond growing more impatient by the minute.
"you're gonna regret that," he snorts.
"maybe." i didn't care, i just needed to feel him inside of me now, it didn't matter how he did it.
gojo hooks his left arm under my corresponding leg, pushing it up with ease. with no warning he thrusts into me, a gasp escapes me at his abruptness. his head is nuzzles into my neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses along the crook of it. his thrusts are deep, i can feel his tip hit my cervix each time he slides in. my cunt naturally sucks him in like a vacuum, it squelches from my immense arousal that's been building up the past hour. small whiny moans are being coerced out of me with each thrust.
"your pussy feels so good baby, fuck," the white haired boy groans into my neck, "i've been thinking about this all day."
his pubic bone is hitting my clit just right, at this rate i'll reach my orgasm in no time.
"i imagined what you'd look like underneath me in this bed."
"i-if you wanted me that bad-ah-why didn't you just fuck me this morning?" it was my turn to tease him, knowing he'd consider this giving him an attitude.
"let's not get a mouth on us now, angel," he raises his torso to hover over me. his free hand latches onto my throat and squeezes tightly, he's not cutting off my oxygen though, his hand is positioned perfectly to press against my jugular vein. the slowing of the blood flow intensifies my orgasm later on. my mouth falls open as he squeezes my neck. i attempt to let out a whine but nothing comes through. i can see he's staring at my chest. my tits are bouncing with every snap of his hips. i take the opportunity to toy with them in front of him. my hands attach to each of them and i give them i good grip. my fingertips roll my hard nipples between them. he knows he can't resist himself.
"fuck," he spits as he frees my throat and grabs at my boobs. his mouth attaching to the one he can't touch.
"satoru-ah!," his teeth pull my nipple between them. his pointed tongue flicks over the small bud. i can feel him sucking harshly around my chest, i can only expect that there will be purple marks left behind when i wake up tomorrow. i can feel that knot building up quickly in my gut.
gojo moves back up to my neck as he thrusts a specific way that hits my g-spot causing me to arch my back.
"you sound so pretty when you say my name," he continues to nibble at my skin, "make sure to say it when you cum. i know you're close i can feel you clenching around me."
my eyes roll back at his words. i could get off on his dirty talk alone.
"you gonna cum all over my cock, yeah? do you want me to let you cum?" jesus christ.
i stammer out a broken 'yes'.
"whenever you're ready baby," he insists, his hand sneaking down to rub my clit.
that's all i needed to push me over the edge. every muscle in my body tightens. my free leg wraps itself around his waist, the heel digging into his back. my arms fly around his neck to pull his body closer to mine, nails digging into is skin. he continues to thrust and rub at my clit while my orgasm washes over me. my body trembles underneath his. every nerve felt as if it were on fire as he mindlessly turns me over onto my belly. i'm still trying to catch my breath as he slips back into me.
"you're gonna cum for me again okay, princess?" he says quietly trying to soothe me.
"please, satoru," i take a couple of breaths, "i can't."
"why not?" his voice becomes stern, "is my dick not enough to make you cum twice?" he speaks as if he's offended.
i feel the weight of him lift off of me, he's gotten up. i turn my head to see him rummaging through his suitcase looking for something. he finds whatever he's searching for and turns back towards me.
"what are you do-" i cut myself short once i see the object in his hands, a vibrator he'd brought from home.
"gojo, please. don't, i can't take it," i cry.
"one, that's not my name. two, yes you can," his fingers switch on the toy and i can hear its light buzzing, "ass up."
"gojo please, i ca-"
he jolts his arm to grab my face, it's harder than when he usually does it.
"what did i just say about calling me that, huh?" his eyes are glaring directly into mine and for the first time i'm unsure of what he'll do next.
"now, do as your told." he lets go of my face and i submit to him.
“y-yes, sir.”
i keep my head low and bring my hips up to level with his. he presses the vibrator against my clit right away as he pushes into me. i can't help but let out a scream as my sensitive bud is being overstimulated, i bury my face in the mattress to muffle the sound. gojo has his other hand gripping my waist tightly, pulling me back to meet every thrust. the room is filled with the sound of skin hitting skin, my dulled screams, the buzz of the toy and my boyfriend's own lewd noises. he's ramming into me with every bit of strength he's got, i can feel tears forming in my eyes at the intensity. my clit is bound to be swollen and red from the stimulation. it's starting to become painful but almost in a good way.
"you should see the mess you're making back here," he mocks, he's enjoying this way too much. i imagine what his cock looks like slipping in and out of me covered in my own creamy arousal. the thought of it alone elicits a moan out of me.
"toru, i-ungh," i can't even finish my sentence. he's literally fucking me dumb.
"already close angel? wait just a little longer."
my cunt is screaming with pleasurable pain now, and i don't know how much longer i can keep myself up. my body is dying to just go limp. i swear gojo can read my mind because he flips me back to face him, the toy still pressed against me. his free hand spreads my legs out to get more leverage. the way his hips start rolling into me pushes me closer and closer to my second orgasm. the familiar knot in my belly is reaching its capacity.
"i'm gonna cum soon-fuck-where do you want it?" he asks sincerely. he usually always asks permission on where to finish. that's one thing i can control.
"i-inside-ah!"
"fuck," he hisses again.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, satoru!" i cover my mouth as fast as i could to let out a scream. my orgasm violently rips through me and i nearly black out from the intense pressure. my hand squeezes the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white. i can feel my legs shaking and gojo is still going. he snatches the vibrator off of me and leans down to press himself against me.
"ah, fuck, y/n i-i'm cumm-" his sentence is cut off with a slew of mixed moans and curses. he's holding my torso still to keep me from writhing around. his thrusts slow as he pumps his seed into me. i can feel the hot spurts coating my walls as i contract around him. the air soon stills and we stay like that for a moment. both of our chests heaved as we tried to catch our breaths. my arm rested on my forehead as my other played with gojo's hair.
"are you alright, my love?" his voice is dripping in concern.
"i almost blacked out there for a minute," i laugh, showing him that there was nothing to be worried about, "i am exhausted though."
"stay here, i'll be right back," he whispers gently before getting up and walking to the bathroom. i could hear the squeak of the faucet and then the running of water. a bath, that sounds so nice right now. i watch through half lidded eyes as he comes back out with one of the room's fluffy robes hanging over him.
"here," he slides both arms under me to pick me up bridal style and carry me to the bathtub.
he sits me down in the hot water and my muscles relax at the touch of it. i lean my head on the rim of the bathtub, i'm so tired i could sleep right here. i follow him with my eyes as he kneels down to retrieve a sleep shirt and panties from my suitcase and sets them on the counter. he's already put out towels and washcloths out for us. the robe falls to his feet as he rids himself of it and steps into the water behind me. his arms pull me back against him so he can start wetting my hair. a couple of scoops of warm water flood over my head, i close my eyes as to not get any in them.
"you looked really beautiful tonight, y'know?" he compliments giving my cheek a loving kiss. i can only hum in response.
"it made me wonder what you'd look like on our wedding day," he begins to lather shampoo in his hands, "lean forward, baby.'
i do as he says and hug my knees as he starts massaging the shampoo into my scalp.
"if you wanna elope just say that, you keep bringing up marriage," i giggle to myself earning a laugh from him as well.
"i'll ask you one day don't worry," he reassures, "okay, lean just your head back."
i follow his directions once more to let him rinse my hair.
"what do you think the kids are doing at home? i haven't heard from them all day," i add.
"i'm sure megumi wishes we'd come back all ready, yuuji is definitely annoying him and nobara's just adding to it," we both laugh, we've seen them fight too many times to know exactly what they're doing, "stay there.'
he reaches over the tub to grab a makeup wipe from the ledge, "close your eyes." he wipes the already scattered products off my face, "okay, you're good."
i lean back into his chest with my head resting on his shoulder. his arms wrap tightly around my waist as he presses sweet kisses up the crook of my neck.
"thank you, satoru," i speak, "for all that you do for me. i don't know how i got so lucky to land someone as loving as you."
"i should be the one saying that," he snorts lightly, "i love you, y'know."
"yeah," i smile, "i know."