Work Text:
“To you left! To your left! He’s behind the cover! There! Shoot him damn it!”
You’re greeted home by your boyfriend, Ichiro, who’s screaming at his game. He hasn’t moved from his spot when you left this morning, you assume. You let out a sigh and close the door, locking it behind you. You set your bag from work down and hang the keys onto its designated hook; tossing your shoes off as you did so. You jump as he screams again and cusses out the other team; he lost the match.
You enter the living room, seeing the pigsty of a mess he made as he kicks his feet up onto the table and readies for the next match. For a second, you wish this wasn’t your normal everyday life. To come home to him playing video games, clean up his mess, make him dinner, and pay his bills. But you quickly shake the thoughts away.
“Hey.” You greet as you make your way towards the couch. You leaned over and he barely moved to attempt to kiss you back.
“Hey, how was work?” He asks as he picks his load out for his character. You start cleaning up the wrappers and plates from the table and floor before you respond.
“Work was alright. How was your day?” You already know the answer.
“Alright, but it would’ve been better if you were here.” He says this every time you ask him. When you first started dating it made you swoon and you knew you had picked the right guy, but now. Things were different now. Things had changed. You had changed
“If I stay home as much as you wanted me to, I wouldn’t have a job, y’know.” You reply back as you begin to clean his dishes in the sink and throw the wrappers away.
“Why do you need a job anyway? You know I can support us both.” He says and you grit your teeth as you realize he wants to delve into this again. He certainly could support both of you- well his father could support both of you, for a long time. But you really hated the idea of using his father's money like that. It felt wrong.
“I know, but having a job makes me feel independent and I really like it.” You tell him the same thing you always do, before walking back into the living room. “I’m going to take a shower.” You say before he can try to start an argument about your job, again.
You start to undo the buttons on your shirt and once you make it to your room, you peel off your work clothes and toss them onto the floor for now. After grabbing a towel and your pajamas you make your way to the bathroom to destress from your long day.
After your shower, you blow dry your hair and start to wash your face. As you put on a charcoal sheet mask you check your phone for the first time since you’ve been home. A few notifications from social media and two messages. You open the messages app and reply to your coworker's question first about the project and then move to the other message. Your finger hovers over the name for just a moment before you click on the conversation. Your boss. Gojo Satoru.
YN- Yes, I went through it a few times and wrote down what I thought about it. I can bring it to your desk first thing tomorrow.
GS- Do you remember what you wrote?
YN- Sure. Overall, I thought the graphics were well-made, but the targeted audience is a bit confusing to me. They made it like we’re selling it to older adults when we’re trying to appeal to the younger adult audience.
GS- I see. Thanks for taking a second look for me. I owe you one.
You felt your stomach flip as you read his message. You peel off your mask and lay it on your knee as all your attention is now fully on your phone.
YN- You don’t owe me anything. I’m happy to look over these different projects.
You let out a breath as you put your phone down for a minute to finish your skincare routine. You found yourself applying everything quickly, almost anxious to be away from your phone if Gojo had texted again. By the time you’re finished, you hurry back to the room and immediately check your phone, and his message made your eyes go wide in shock.
GS- Not even for lunch?
Was he asking you on a date? Did he know you have a boyfriend? You’re sure you mentioned your boyfriend to a few friends, but did Gojo know? What do you do? Besides being anxious, you’re also flattered. You don’t remember the last time you actually went on a date and just the idea of it makes you want to take him up on his offer, but your conscious stops you.
YN- I appreciate the offer, but I have a boyfriend.
The message makes your palms sweat as you await a response. He can’t fire you for this, can he?
GS- Right, I remember you talking about him, Ichiro, right?
So he did know you had a boyfriend. What game was he trying to play at here?
YN- yes, that’s him.
GS- How long have you two been dating?
The question seems innocent enough that you indulge him with an answer.
YN- Almost two years now.
GS- Lucky guy.
The questions go on and on and before you know it, it’s almost two in the morning and Ichiro still hasn’t come up to bed. He probably passed out on the couch, again.
GS- I should let you go now. Thanks for chatting with me, see you in a few hours.
This continued for about a week. Late night texting about work, then the subject would change to what your favorite movie was, favorite guilty pleasure, favorite dessert. If you didn’t know any better you’d say this was the ‘getting-to-know-you’ stage when talking with someone. It made you giddy. You found yourself sneaking glances at him while at work. You made it a point to print all your papers at the copy machine that’s farther away because then you’d pass by his office; looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows at him. Taking notice of how he licks his fingers when he turns the pages of a portfolio you brought him. Or how he makes it a point to lower his glasses so you see his eyes when he talks with you.
While he was making you feel like a teenager in a romantic comedy, he was also making you feel guilty. You were second-guessing your relationship with Ichiro- well more like quadruple-guessing if we want to be accurate here. You loved him, but at the same time, you didn’t. Every time you come close to thinking about ending it with him, you remember the good times and how happy he makes you when he tries. You know that underneath his antisocial exterior is a great guy who loves you. But is it enough? Is it enough to just say that he loves you without doing anything else?
You don’t want to think about this anymore and your phone dings at the perfect time to distract the troubling thoughts.
“Who’s that?” Ichiro asks as he briefly takes his attention away from his game to ask you. You shuffle your position on the couch, looking for a more comfortable one, and reply.
“Just a coworker. We have a big project coming up.” You reply as you unlock your phone.
“You mind putting it on silent, the ringing distracts me.” He asks and you grind your teeth before humming your reply. Turning the phone on silent, you focus back on your phone.
GS- Did you get home okay?
YN- Yes, I did. Thank you.
GS- Any plans for tonight? Date night with your boyfriend at all?
You almost let out a laugh. Date night? With Ichiro? That’s pretty funny.
YN- No, he’s playing video games and I’m just watching him lose lol
GS- He has a beautiful woman like you and he’s playing video games??
There he goes again. You suck on your lips and press them together to keep the smile from spreading on your face. You were blushing. You could feel it. And for once you’re glad that Ichiro was too focused on his game to pay attention to you. Before you have a chance to even figure out how to respond, he messages again.
GS- What I would do to you if you were mine…
You’re frozen in place. Muscles tense and eyes wide. You glance at Ichiro, somehow thinking he could read your mind, before realizing he’s too focused on his game. You take a deep breath and reread the message. Over and over again. Whatever game he was playing with you, you were starting to get intrigued. You gave in. You wanted to play as well.
YN- What would you do?
You press send and lock your phone instantly. You were anxious for his reply. Your heart was pumping like you just ran a 3k and your mind was racing with incomplete phrases of how stupid this was, why did you do that, why- your phone vibrated. You gulp before unlocking your phone and reading his message.
GS- Would you like me to tell you, or show you?
You practically stopped working. Your mind went blank as you tried to process what he just said. No, it’s best if you don’t fully process this, if you were you would probably be finding a way to back out of this predicament. And you really didn’t want to.
GS- Come to the office.
You check the time at the top right corner of your phone. It was 4:28 a.m. It was supposed to be your day off tomorrow, which was why you were staying up late with Ichiro. He wanted you to come to the office. He knows you aren’t scheduled. You wanted to play dumb, wanted to tell yourself that maybe the project was being moved up and he was just finding out about it right now. That he needed all the help he needed right now. But, you knew better. You knew what this meant. You found yourself standing up from the couch and letting out a heavy sigh.
“Ichiro, I’m sorry babe, but I just got called in right now.” You tell him the lie you’re telling yourself and he gives you a brief glance as his character died.
“Really? Right now? Can they do that?” He asks.
“Not really, but there’s not much I can do about it.” You say before leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the head. “Hopefully I won’t be there long.” You say before walking towards your room to get ready. Your breathing hasn’t calmed down once since the first message. ‘Would you like me to tell you, or show you?’ The message repeats in your head as you imagine how Gojo would sound saying those words to you. Your head is clouded with too many thoughts right now. Too many to think properly.
You grab your work clothes, a dark pantsuit with a white button-up underneath, and open your underwear drawer. You reach for a basic bra and panty set, but stop yourself halfway as your eyes catch on a bit of black lace peeking from the pile. You drop the other set and move your hands over to grab the lacy garment. You pull out the bra and hold it out so you can get a better look at it. You had bought it one day with the intention of using it on your one year anniversary, but you had gotten into an argument the night before and you shoved this piece in the back of your drawer out of anger. It really was a stunning piece. Without giving it a second thought you fished for the matching pair of panties and ran to the bathroom to change.
You put the finishing touches on your look and smoothed any creases on your coat before making your way to the door. You slip on your work shoes that were sitting by the door and grab all the bags you needed.
“Bye, I’ll text you when I leave.” You say to Ichiro who had gotten up to warm up some leftovers.
“Bye, love you.” He says as he peeks his head out of the kitchen. You smile and close the door, the guilt already chipping at your consciousness.
You got into your car, noticing it was a little after 5 a.m., and started the short drive to work. Your nerves were off the wall. You felt like you were going to explode both with excitement and anxiety. You drum your fingers on the steering wheel of the car to the beat of the song as you try to keep your mind busy with small things. You didn’t want to think about what you were doing. What was going to happen. The consequences. You just wanted to be selfish, for once in your life.
You found yourself in the parking garage; sick with nerves. The kind of nerves that makes your stomach roll when you ride a rollercoaster. You get out of your car and look around the empty parking lot before making your way to the elevator. You press the 13th-floor button and wait for the doors to close. It’s here, in this cramped elevator, that this starts to hit you like a semi-truck. You lean your body back to the wall behind you and start shaking your head.
“This is wrong. This is wrong.” You repeat to yourself as you run your hand through your hair in a nervous habit. You’re on the 8th floor now. Over halfway to where Gojo is. This was dumb. This was stupid. This was- the elevator doors opened. Shit.
You hesitate as you walk out of the elevator and you eye your desk from your position. Should you continue to play dumb and start working at your desk? Or should you just go straight to his office? Maybe you can turn around and catch the elevator before it goes back down.
“I thought I heard the elevator.” The deep voice of Gojo made you jump as you turned to face him down the hallway to your left. He was leaning against the frame of his door and you noticed he was still wearing the same suit he had on earlier. Had he been here all night?
“Uh, yeah.” You squeak out before looking down to the floor. You see him move out of the corner of your eye and you look up to see him walking toward you. There really is no turning back now.
“Everything alright?” He asks as he stops in front of you. You tilt your head up to face him and quickly nod your head.
“Yeah, no-uh yeah. Everything’s alright.” You fumble over your words and try to give him a small smile. He’s quiet for a second before speaking.
“C’mon, follow me.” He says as he reaches to grab your work bag from your grip. You let go of the bag and follow him as he leads you back down the hallway and to his office. He opens the door for you and shuts it behind you, before hanging your bag from the coat rack that adorned his coat as well. “Would you like something to drink?” He asks you as he makes his way around his desk, pulling out a flask and two glasses from one of the drawers. The action makes you laugh slightly.
“Do you have a special drawer for all your hard liquor?” You ask as he screws open the flask and pour the brown liquid out.
“Of course I do. Don’t you?” He smiles at you and you finally look into his eyes for the first time since you got here. Your breath catches in your throat and your cough before looking down at your folded hands. “Have a seat, y/n.” He says as he finishes pouring both glasses. You take a seat on one of the chairs that face his desk. Gojo walks back around the desk and hands you the glass. You take it and thank him before he sits in the chair next to yours.
You take a sip and cringe as the brunt force of the whiskey hits you. You swallow quickly and your tongue rolls around in your mouth to try and ease the burn.
“Are you nervous?” He suddenly asks and you turn your head to face him.
“Is it that obvious?” You nervously laugh and he smiles before readjusting his position in the chair, propping his foot up on his knee.
“If you don’t want to do this, you can walk out of here right now. No hard feelings. I just want you to be sure that you won’t regret this.” Gojo reassures you and offers a way out. You think over what he said last. Would you regret this afterward? You had been avoiding this part. You didn’t want to think about regret or consequences, but as you consider why you’re here and how this all came to be, you knew you had your answer.
“I won’t regret this.” You confidently voice your consent and Gojo smiles, seemingly letting out a small breath of relief. He downs the last of his whiskey before getting up from his chair, and setting the glass down on his desk. Your eyes rake over his broad shoulders and down the valley of his back before you get lost in your thoughts. Your hands scratching and pulling at his shoulders; raking down his back as he-
“Finished?” He knocks you out of your fantasizing and you look up at him confused.
“Huh?” You blink a few times and he raises his eyebrows at you.
“The drink?” He points to the glass in your hand and you glance down at the almost empty glass. You blush, feeling embarrassed that you forgot about the glass he had given you, and fumble slightly before bringing the glass to your lips and downing the last of it. You lick your lips and hand over the glass to Gojo.
“Thank you.” You thank and he sets your glass down next to his empty one. He turns to face you and your heart rate picks up immensely as his eyes scan over your figure.
“Don’t be so nervous, y/n. I don’t bite.” He says with a smirk and you find yourself laughing. It wouldn’t be Gojo if he didn’t try to make you laugh. It grounds you and you find yourself now more excited than nervous. He pushes himself off the desk and takes one step closer to you, reaching his hand out for you to grab. “Let me help you relax, yes?” He asks and you reach out for his hand as an answer.
He helps you up from the chair and you’re suddenly inches away from him. You could smell him. The expensive cologne lingering around him constantly and the smallest hint of whiskey from the drink he had. It was intoxicating. He moved your hand up and placed it around his neck while his hands snaked around your waist; pulling you closer.
“Don’t be afraid to stop me.” He whispers as his head dips to your height, his lips ghosting over yours before finally capturing them. You were practically melting. The kiss was hot, searing, passionate. His hands felt desperate yet patient, as he pulled your body closer to his. You realized your other hand had still been at your side, so you brought it up towards Gojo’s neck and ran your fingers down an imaginary path to his shoulders. You thought for a moment that maybe you had felt him shiver under your fingertips.
“God, what you do to me.” He whispers as he pulls away for just a moment before attacking your lips once more. Your confidence spiked as he gave away how much you affected him; a newfound power of sorts as your anxiety started slipping away. You run your hands through his white hair, pulling on it a few times, before pulling away from him.
“I want you to tell me about those things you’d do to me.” You ask him as you recall the message he sent earlier to you that day. The message that led to this meeting. He smirks at you before raising an eyebrow.
“I thought you wanted me to show you?” He retorts as his hand reaches up to brush a few strands of hair behind your ear.
“I want you to do both.” You reply and his smirk grows wider.
“My, my, my. How bold you’ve become.” He holds your chin between his thumb and index fingers and guides your lips to his once more. The kiss is more sensual than before and you feel your lips tingle when he pulls away; like static when your hands go numb.
“Where to even begin with you,” Gojo starts and you eagerly wait for him to continue, “I would kiss you every chance I get.” He kisses you again and your hands grasp at his collar as a way to ground yourself into reality. “I would touch you in a way that makes you go crazy.” His voice drops in tone as his hands snake down your thighs; dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. You unknowingly let out a small whimper and Gojo lets out a small chuckle as he retracts his hands and continues. “I would make sure the neighbors know my name when I’m done with you.” His right hand comes up to cradle your neck and he guides your face to his to engage in a desperate kiss. You could feel your body grow warm with each sentence and each action he makes. It’s driving you crazy. And you love it.
You pull away from him and take a small step back to make sure he has a good view of what you’re about to do. You bite your lips and shrug your suit jacket off of you, tossing it over the back of the chair before moving to the buttons of your collared shirt.
“Putting on a show for me, dear?” He asks without taking his eyes off the movements of your hands. You stay quiet, but continue to expose the lacy black bra. Gojo’s chest was moving a bit faster now, his heart rate accelerating just as yours was. “What a naughty girl.” He comments before he replaces your hands with his own, but less graceful, as he yanks the rest of the buttons out and shoves his face between your neck and collarbone; kissing and sucking at the newly exposed skin. You moaned and tilted your head so he can ravage the area as he so pleased. You tangle your fingers in his hair as his hands come up to massage your clothed breasts.
Suddenly, he’s changed your positions and now your butt is leaning against the edge of his desk and in one swift movement, he has you seated on some, probably important, folders. He’s back at your neck, the other side this time, and you shimmy off your shirt and let it fall onto the desk. He moves his head lower and lower, leaving a trail of kisses to the valley between your breasts. He looks up from his position and you’re glad you were sitting down because the lust and desire in his eyes was enough to make your knees go weak. The feeling of him touching you, licking you, kissing you. You wanted it all.
He moves his hands to your back, fingertips delicate as he traces a path down to the hooks of your bra. The gesture has chills erupting and your back arches towards his chest as he unhooks your bra.
“This alright?” He asks as his hands stop at where your straps were loosely hanging around your shoulders.
“Yes.” You reply with a brief nod of your head. He continues and pulls the straps down your arms to reveal your bare chest to him. He doesn’t waste any time as he licks and sucks on your nipple while his other hand caresses down the length of your torso and dances along the inside of your thigh. You don’t know what you should focus on more, his hand or his mouth.
You spread your legs a bit and hook your left leg around his torso to bring him closer, searching for the friction you were desperately craving. You felt the bulge through his pants and you pushed yourself to the edge of the desk to feel more of him, but he stopped your hips and planted them back in their spot.
“Slow down, baby. We have all the time in the world right now.” He says as he gives you a dazed smile. “I wanna take my time with you. Make you feel so good.” He leans down to kiss you, slowly, just proving to you that he’s taking his time, and your body starts to relax in his hold. He leans back and you take in his features. The lust clouded his blue eyes, the puffiness of his lips, the red tint to his cheeks. You want to take your time too. You don’t want this to end.
“At least take off your shirt so it’s fair.” You counter and he laughs before kissing you again.
“I can be fair.” He replies as his hands leave your hips to start undoing the buttons on his shirt. He shrugs the item of clothing off and lets it fall onto the floor. Your eyes wander around his chiseled torso and you feel a hand under your chin, lifting your head up to meet the gaze of a smirking Gojo. “Like what you see?” He asks as he moves his head closer to yours, his lips mere centimeters away from yours; just barely touching when you try to move forward.
“I do.” You answer him as you realized that’s what he was waiting for. He smiles before pulling you back into a searing kiss that mimicked the intensity from earlier. You responded with the same passion and lust as he put out before he, once again, made his way to your breasts. His hand traveled back down to your thighs as he took a nipple between his teeth, eliciting a moan from you.
He was running his hands up and down your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you were aching for him to touch. You didn’t want to be impatient, but- god- you just wanted him to touch you.
“Please, Gojo.” You moan breathlessly as his mouth stops working on your breast.
“Please what?” He purrs and levels his face with yours. Both of his hands were now at your thighs rubbing tantalizing circles.
“Please touch me.” You said with a hint of warmness spreading across your neck and up to your cheeks. You were slightly embarrassed by the bold statement, but a part of you loved it. The need for him seemed to trump any coherent thought or pride you had. He smiles and his fingers move to the waistband of your pants moving as slow as possible towards the buttons. Your skin felt like it was burning whenever his fingertips graced the skin of your torso. He opens the button of your pants and pulls the zipper down as he moves his head down towards your chest. He leaves a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your belly button before looking back up at you.
“Lift your hips for me, darling.” He directs and you follow without hesitation. He pulls your pants down to reveal the black lacy panties you had on. He lets out a labored breath as he brings the pants down to your ankles, not bothering to take it all the way off at this moment. “Matching panties? You’re spoiling me.” Gojo says as he runs his hands up the length of your legs, stopping to grip onto your thighs. You could feel how wet you were and with each hot breath Gojo laid on your thighs as he got closer and closer to your heat.
His head was now fully in between your legs as he surprised you by leaning forward and kissing you over your panties. You jumped and moaned at the same time and he just laughed.
“Have I gotten you all worked up?” He asks and you nod your head, “Did I make this pussy soaking wet?” Your answer comes out as a strangled moan before you frantically nod your head. He chuckles and moves his hand to touch you; touching your clit with ease and rubbing you over your panties. You moan again as some tension is finally released as you got a taste of what you wanted. He pulls his fingers back and shows you your slick that has covered his index and middle finger. He brings his fingers up to his lips and sucks them clean, only making you ten times wetter.
“Let’s get these off, yeah?” Gojo asks as he tugs the hem of the panties. You nod again, seemingly to be at a loss for words currently, and lift your hips once more so he can pull off your panties. You’re fully nude in front of him now, save for the shoes that you quickly kicked off once you realized they were still on. “Beautiful.” You heard Gojo mutter quietly before he leaned into your left knee and started kissing a trail up to your dripping cunt. You could feel his breath on you for a brief moment before you felt him on you. Your eyes practically rolled back into your head as his tongue swirled around your clit, putting you in a daze. You leaned back on the desk, your head leaning over the edge, as he ate you out. You didn’t care about the ache in your shoulders from the desk or the way the folders under your ass kept moving with every shift you make. Your mind was only focusing on Gojo and the extreme pleasure he was giving you. He moved away from your clit and shoved his tongue inside you, whilst his right hand looped around your thigh to attend to the swollen bead. He wasn’t giving you any breaks or time to recover from his onslaught and your toes were curling in utter satisfaction.
He removes his mouth and hand for a moment before sliding a finger inside you. You clench your walls around him and moan as he moves it in and out. He started off slow but built up speed before reattaching his lips to your clit again, this time sucking it in his mouth. You moaned loudly and made the decision to rest on your elbows so you could watch Gojo eating you out. He’s got your juices all over his cheeks and no doubt on his chin. His eyes are closed as if he’s savoring you and committing your taste to his memory. He gets the sense that he’s being watched and opens his eyes, making eye contact with you instantly. You see the smirk form on his face and he adds a second finger inside you, pumping faster. You close your eyes and lean back on the desk, gripping onto the edge as you feel your orgasm coming along.
“Don’t stop.” You say as your back arches when he starts curling his fingers inside of you. You’re squirming nonstop on the desk and Gojo lays his free hand over your waist to try and keep at least your lower half still. Your hand grabs hold of his forearm as your orgasm washes over you. You’re silent as every muscle in your body tenses and is finally released all at once; like a wave crashing onto shore. He pulls his fingers out of you and you whimper at the loss of being filled.
He slides his hands up your body and he follows suit as his face is inches from yours. You place your hand around the back of his neck and pull him down to meet your lips in a searing kiss. You could taste your cum on his lips and tongue as he dominated your mouth. He pulled your hips closer to the edge of the desk, the files from underneath you falling to the floor, and you felt his cock through the confines of his dress pants. Your stamina was coming back and you were getting more turned on as he started to rub himself against you.
“Gojo, please, I need you inside me.” You plead in between kisses and he lets out a small grunt.
“Damn, baby. You’re so fucking hot when you’re begging for my cock.” Gojo says as he nips at the skin of your neck where previous hickies were left. He reaches down to his pants and unbuckles his belt and drops his pants and drawers in one swift movement. He stands at his full height and holds his cock in his hand, rubbing the pre-cum over the tip and down the body. You watch him intently as he approaches your spread legs and slides two fingers across your sensitive slit. Your body jolts involuntarily as he then uses your cum to lube himself up. He leans back over you and positions his tip at your entrance, but doesn’t move.
“Tell me how badly you want my cock.” He instructs and you whimper as he holds your hips in place with his hand.
“I want your cock, Gojo. I need your cock. Please, please fill me up till I scream.” You replied quickly as you still attempted to move your hips closer to him. You guess he took your answer as acceptable because the next thing you know his cock is buried deep inside you. Your breath is caught in your throat at how stretched and full he made you feel. His hands were holding your hips roughly, knuckles white, as he pulled out of you slowly, only to slam right back in.
“Fuck, baby.” Gojo moans out as he starts building a fast, brutal pace. You’re still adjusting to his size, but the pain is muted by the immense pleasure and you relished in the feeling of him inside you. Nothing could compare to the feeling of him pounding into you, that was until he took his left hand and pinch your clit between his index and thumb. The surprise attack almost made you cum on the spot, but you held back as whimpers left your mouth like a prayer.
“Such a good girl.” He compliments as he pinches your clit again, his cock not easing up as you moan out an incoherent reply. “Taking my cock so well.” He slaps your clit and your body spasms as you feel your core tightening yet again.
“I-I’m gonna cum soon.” You stutter out as he suddenly slows his pace down, his hips moving slowly in circles. Your upcoming orgasm coming to a halt from his slow pace.
“Not yet.” He says as he takes in your body language. Once your chest stops heaving, he finds his rhythm again and watches your tits bounce to the snap of his hips. It’s hypnotizing and he can’t help but lean in and suck a nipple into his mouth. Your hands go to his scalp as you wrap your legs around his back, the new position allowing Gojo to hit that spot inside you that made your mouth fall open. You voice your satisfaction with a string of moans that sound like music to Gojo’s ears.
“I’m gonna cum, Gojo, please!” You plead with him and Gojo swears as he feels your walls clench his cock. He’s close too. He leans back and starts his assault at your clit again while also hammering his cock into you. You’re pressing your nails into his shoulder blades as you reach your climax and cum all over his cock. He continues his pace and your oversensitive nerves cause tears to well up in your eyes, the sight causing Gojo to reach his climax as well. He slows down and eventually comes to a full stop before the only thing you could hear was each other’s breathing.
“You alright?” Gojo asks as he slips out of you, your body twitches as he does so.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” You reply as you move your body to sit up, the quick movements going straight to your pussy and you moan. “Haven’t been fucked like that in years.” You admit with a small embarrassed laugh before wiping away the tears. Gojo laughs as well and helps wipe the wetness away from your cheeks.
“Hopefully, it won’t be the last time.” Gojo says with a raise of his eyebrows as he steps away to grab your clothes. Your stomach flutters strangely and you smile at him.
“Hopefully not.”