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The beams of several strobes lights gave you whiplash as you entered the underground bar. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol flooded your senses and you waved your hand in front of your face as you walked through a potent puff of cancered air, suppressing the urge to cough your lungs up. And then you saw him and he was definitely a sight to see. Had you not been so flabbergasted you may have even sported a picture or two for blackmail once he sobered up and realization struck as to what he had done. You pinched at the bridge of your nose and mumbled to yourself as you approached your small friend group, the rag tag team of your closest allies and friends. "You know if I wasn't so shocked I would almost laugh," you teased while watching the rather provocative show happening before your very eyes. Of all the people they could have called, why in the world did Megumi choose you?
Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt
The incessant vibration of your phone was overshadowing the epic dialogue of the TV series you were trying to finish. The prince had finally made it to his lover, the army was defeated and his wound was manageable. It was an epic story that you had grown to love after a whopping five seasons of stressful turmoil. Glancing down at the phone on your bedside table, you gave a small sigh of annoyance, your hand reaching for the remote because you would be damned if you missed anything after coming this far. For the first time in months, nearly everyone was given a day off to just relax and do what they wanted, easing their minds from the curse filled world. Most of the students had opted to go out and spend the night in the city at various destinations, while others, like yourself, wanted nothing more than to lounge around your room in no bra with your pajamas binging TV shows you got invested in before missions took over.
You picked up your phone and answered the call after seeing who exactly was ringing, hearing the blaring of music shouting from the other end along with a muffled voice that sounded like it was equally annoyed as you were. "Megumi? What's up, I thought you were with Yuji, Nobara and Gojo Sensei?" Megumi was a close friend of yours like the others, but he hardly ever called you. He much preferred to have his conversations in person rather than over the phone, too much opportunity for miscommunication in his eyes. You heard him sigh from his end and it made you nervous.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you, but...I kind of need your help down here."
That was unusual. You quickly got up from your bed and began dressing yourself hurriedly, thinking that the worst was happening and somehow a special grade had been spotted or they found another finger or worse, Sukuna had gotten lose and Yuji was out of control and on a killing spree. You mind was suddenly plagued with the possible worse case scenarios that you didn't even realize you hadn't answered him. You could hear the soft words coming through the speaker of the phone, Megumis voice growing increasingly louder as he tried to gather your attention.
"Hello? You there? Where did you go!"
His muffled voice brought you back from your haphazard movements and you replied almost frantically while tossing clothes here and there, trying to find something suitable to wear. "Yes! Sorry I'm just getting dressed, is everything ok? Is anyone hurt?" You put the phone on speaker and tossed it to your bed while tugging on a pair of skinny jeans and a simple T-shirt top. Not the best for fighting in, but it was the first items you saw that were half-way clean. Laundry day was tomorrow, so it would have to do. You threw your hair up into a high ponytail and grabbed your wallet for bus fare while slipping on a pair of shoes, exiting out the door of your room at the high school. "Where are you guys, I'm on the way." You were sprinting down the dirt pathway that led up to the school, your breath coming out in ragged pants from your efforts to get to your friends as quickly as possible.
It wasn't super late into the night, but it was late enough that the sun had already retired. The sky was black with billions of diamonds twinkling against the moonlight, and the air was clean and crisp as you jogged. Any other time, a late in the evening jog would have been enjoyable, but with thoughts of your friends in danger, it was anything but that. You even forgot to take the bus and instead was killing yourself as you ran through the night.
"This is why I hate calling people instead of being able to just talk to them. Calm down, it's nothing too serious. It kind of funny, actually. I just need you to get Gojo home or back to the school."
You stopped in your tracks along the concrete sidewalk as a car zoomed by, confusion settling over your swimming mind and easing the tension that had built up only moments ago. "Huh? I thought Gojo was your driver because he doesn't drink?"
"Yea about that."
You watch in horror as your teacher, the man you looked up to and taught you the fundamentals of exorcizing swung his hips and waved his hands like a damned whore on a pole. His glasses were nowhere to be found and his smile was dopey and wide as he stumbled in the mosh pit at the center of the dance floor, surrounded by various women who were clearly taking advantage of the lightweight man. You almost had secondhand embarrassment just looking at him as he gasped dramatically as a fiery red head wrapped her arms around his neck and swung her body to the beat.
"Well, I'm waiting for that explanation," you sighed out, crossing your arms over your chest and coming to stand beside Megumi near the bar, the only other sober one in the group. You watched as he cringed when Gojo fell down onto his ass, his laugh loud and reverberating over the music that was blaring. But just as quickly as he had fallen down, he was right back up again and moving to the sway of the new songs rhythm. Megumi scoffed before facing you fully, "He's just an idiot sometimes. He didn't read the drink menu right and ordered from the cocktails instead of the mocktails. He downed four before we caught on. Damned drink had so much other stuff in it he didn't even taste the alcohol."
You gave an exasperated laugh at the unfortunate incident. He may be the strongest, but he was still human. Even the six eyes that see everything can still suffer when the lighting isn't good. "Of course he did. I'm guessing you're the new driver then?" You ask, already knowing the answer.
"Yep, I don't care for the taste of it either. I'll get those two home if you think you can handle Gojo," Megumi pointed at Yuji and Nobara. They were now also on the dance floor but nowhere near the state of a drunken haze that Gojo was in. Yuji had her hand in his and was spinning her around like a ballerina, giggling alongside her like a toddler. "We would have called Nanami or Shoko, but they are on a mission together and the other students are staying an entire city away. I wasn't about to call Yaga and have him come down here either. You got this?"
As if anyone could truly handle the Satoru Gojo, but to save your poor teacher you had to give it a shot.
You cracked your neck and few times and gave Megumi a pat on the shoulder with a soft smile. "Yea I got him. Have fun tonight and be careful going back to the school, I'll call when I've got him settled somewhere." You received a small nod from the black haired boy and began weaving yourself through the crowd. Bars and clubs never were your thing. Too much sweat and inebriated individuals with poor sober decisions, let alone alcoholic ones, it was an accident waiting to happen and it just wasn't your shtick. As you made your way over, you saw that not only was Gojos signature round glasses nowhere to be found, but now apparently neither was his shirt.
"Oh great," you mumbled to yourself, feeling the sweat stained bodies grinding up against you the closer you managed to get to him, he just had to be right in the middle of the dance floor in typical Gojo fashion. As you pushed and pulled against the masses, mostly scantily clad women, you finally managed to make eye contact with him, watching with absolute horror as he paused his movements, a large dopey grin etching onto his face.
"Kiomi~ what's my favorite stuuuuuudent doing in a place like this!" Gojo hopped down and landed, not so gracefully, from a small platform he had been dancing on and staggered over to where you were, throwing his arms around your waist and starting to spin you around until your back was against his soaked chest. You really wish that he hadn't tossed his shirt somewhere in the crowd. He smelled of alcohol and whores perfume, the scent filling your nostrils and making you dizzy. "Dance with me!" He began to giggle childishly, his innocent drunken nature sending you into a flushed panic as he gripped you snugly against him. You could never admit to anyone but you had always had a small crush on your tall sensei, as you were sure many others also had. He was a genuine nice guy, cared deeply about his students and would put his life on the line to protect those he cared about. What wasn't to like? Especially with the body he was now so openly displaying.
But as his bare chest pressed against you and his hands found a too intimate purchase on your hips, pulling you back and rocking against your ass freely and without care, it was too much. You felt your body go rigid and you grabbed quickly at his wrists while spinning around to face him, holding him still. "Gojo, you're really drunk right now, we need to go to your home, or back to the school!" You stated loudly, hoping your words reached him over the music that pumped through the club endlessly. "But I don't driiink! Silly Kiooomi~." You pursed your lips together and rolled your eyes when he flicked your forehead, stumbling forward once more and grabbing at you to stop the fall by your shoulders. "Tonight you did, let's go." You slung one of his arms over your shoulder, wobbling him through the sea of people before giving a glance to Megumi at the bar and exiting the club, noting that he was now patting Nobara on the back after she nearly slid herself from the tiny barstool she perched upon, her laugh gliding across to your ears.
You managed to haul the lanky man outside to the curb, breathing in the fresh air and ridding your nostrils of the scent the club had infected them with. Your head began to clear the more you breathed, allowing you to try and formulate what plan was going to work best for your sensei. "Kiomi~ what are we doooing?" Gojo asked, leaning more into you and setting his chin atop you head, bringing his other arm to wrap around your neck and keep you in place. You weren't going to survive this, not if he kept being so damned clingy. You never thought you would experience a drunken Gojo, and you definitely never thought that a drunken Gojo would act like this, especially with a student. "We're grabbing a cab and getting you back to the school. Let go, please." You glanced down the neon lit road, waiting patiently for a cab to trail by when you felt panic rise in your body. Smooth fingers were back on your hips, trailing under the fabric of your shirt and caressing your stomach gently. "H-Hey Sensei! There are people here, paws off!" You scolded, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. He wrapped his arms securely around you, still under your shirt, but ceased is movements once he had you pulled against him once more. This was going to be a long few hours.
"But Kiomi is so soooft," He breathed out, head falling to your shoulder where you felt him take a deep inhale on your hair, "Kiomi smells good too. Like candy...so yummy~" Gojo, again, breathed in the scent of what you could assume was your jolly rancher body wash that was gifted to you by Maki for your birthday. His nose was buried so deep in your neck that you could feel him molding into you, morphing almost into a single being right there on the street and in front of everyone. You felt yourself shudder once more before the headlights of what looked like heaven crested a small hill. A taxi, your saving grace! Leaning forward as much as you could with your current tumor, you reached a hand out to flag the car down and breathed out with renewed confidence of your dilemma when it pulled to the side.
You watched as the tinted passenger window rolled down to reveal a middle aged looking woman with graying brown hair and kind honey eyes, the crows feet barely visible against the darkness of the inside of the car. "Hey there sweetie, need a lift?" She giggled out, watching you struggle against the man clinging to you like a leech. He was like a child afraid of being separated from his mother, his grip relentless. You pried at his hands that were clasped around your stomach, surprised in the strength he still had while inebriated and stuttered out, "Y-Yes! Do you know where this location is?" You gave her a close address to the school and was delighted when she nodded, pressing a small black button and unlocking the doors of the car with a click.
"Kioomi! I'm bored! Let's go back in and dance~" Gojo whined out, huffing and squeezing his arms round you even harder. It was starting to hurt at this point, he felt like a damned boa as he slowly murdered your organs. "I'm hungry too. I bet you taste yummy like you smell." You tensed when he leaned his head to your shoulder again, his mouth opening with deadly intent. "Wanna taste..."
Fuck.
You felt heat radiate along your skin from his words, clearly flirtatious and with no doubt an innuendo he wasn't even aware he was spouting out. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die at this point, but you made a promise to Megumi. You would at least get him to the school. It wasn't too far away and you could dump him in a spare student room, lock the door and leave him in there until morning. It was a solid plan, if only now you could execute it.
"Kiooomi~ why are you trying to run away from me!" Gojo sang out again, his eyes half lidded as you pulled at his arms.
You rolled your eyes and began trudging towards the car, tugging him along with you while stating, "Were done dancing! We're going...home!" You managed to unclasp his hands after several well placed pinches, and quickly spun around behind him, pushing on his back and forcing him into the cab before climbing in and locking the doors with a huff. "Ok, we're in, please go now." You truly didn't mean it if you came off as snappy, but the quicker you got him into the barrier of the school, the quicker you could ease him to a room and hoped that he fell asleep quickly.
"Yes ma'am. You're boyfriend isn't a very good drunk is he? At least he's not mean." She laughed out, glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure the path was clear before pulling out onto the road and making a quick U-turn at the next light.
Before you were able to rectify the very wrong assumption she had made, a loud gasp was heard, startling you.
"Kiomi! WE'RE DATING?" Gojo screeched out, a large smile plastering on his flushed cheeks as he scrambled towards you once more in the tiny car. His eyes danced with glee, slightly glazed from the alcohol in his system, and his voiced reached a pitch that would only be appropriate if he had been hit in the jewels. He reached his hands out, intending to swipe you up once more, but you pressed your back against the door of the car and used your foot to press into his chest, keeping him away before he smothered you. "No! We are not dating Gojo! Now stay on your side of the car and don't touch anything, especially me!" You palmed at your forehead before looking to the driver with an apologetic face. "I'm so sorry, he's not my boyfriend. He's my teacher that can't read a menu correctly. He doesn't drink...like at all. This might be the first time he's ever gotten drunk before."
Before the driver could reply, a sullen voice rang out. "So...we aren't dating?" The sadness in his voice damned near broke your heart, especially when tiny droplets began to crest along his lash line as he jutted out his bottom lip and then made the fucking thing quiver. The driver began to cackle at this point, shaking her head at the unfortunate incident of a young student and her idiot teacher. "Well, at least he has someone level headed to take care of him in this situation. I doubt it'll happen to him again. He's cute like a little puppy!"
"More like a great dane who doesn't know how big he is compared to me." You retorted, a small smile slipping. The driver was making you feel better about the situation thus far, even if Gojo was staring at you with his sullen expression. He practiced the art of silence for the rest of the ride, curling into himself against his side of the door as realization washed over him that he wasn't dating one of his students, a completely out there thought to begin with. He was such a terrible drunk, you thought to yourself. "I will die before this man drinks again," you chuckled out, glancing over to Gojo and snickering with small amusement when he turned his nose at you.
"I believe you young lady. Ah, here we are."
You glanced out the window to see that she dropped you at a bus stop a few yards away from the tori gate that housed the beginning of the schools stairs. Perfect. "Wonderful, what's the cab fair?" You questioned, pulling out your thin wallet from your jeans before the driver cut you off with a wave of her hand. "Honey don't worry about it. You've got your hands full, it's on the house."
You could kiss this lady.
"T-Thank you!" You placed your wallet back into your pocket and exited the car, leaning your head inside and seeing that Gojo had yet to move from his spot. His arms were crossed over his bare chest, which by the way the driver was kind enough to not say anything about, and his head was still facing his window. "Gojo, let's go. We need to get you some food, maybe a shower, and to bed."
"No."
Come the fuck again? "No?"
"NO. I only go on romantic late night walks with my girlfriend, and since Kiomi ISN'T my girlfriend I'm staying here!"
You could feel the anger rising in your chest, his childlike games becoming increasingly annoying, especially since the cab driver was kind enough to wave the charges. You couldn't let him keep her because he was throwing a hissy fit. "Gojo..."
"I said no!"
You glanced over to the driver to see that she was barely holding it together, her pink painted nails covering her obvious grin as she watched something that rivaled a skit from a comedy movie. "Take your time honey, I got nowhere else to be. Trust me this is better than anything else I'll have going on tonight." You nodded in appreciation and cracked your neck, entering the car once more and scooting on your knees to Gojo.
"Sensei..." You began, reaching out to touch his arm gently, "I'm sorry. Can we talk about this at the school?" You watched as his mind thought about your words, the rational side of him knowing what a fool he was being and how deeply embarrassed he was going to be when the hangover was done. But the drunken part of him felt betrayed by the sudden lie he was tangled in. Why would Kiomi deny that they were dating if she came to the bar to ensure he was ok? Going as far as taking care of him until they got back to the school, only people who loved each other did something as meaningful as that. "Gojo please, we can't keep this nice lady." You tried once more, flinching when he pulled his arm away from you and shrunk closer to the driver side door. This was ridiculous!
"I said no."
You dropped your head. There was no way you could manhandle him all the way up the stairs and to the school, you doubted you could even get him out of the car. You barely got him to release his grip on you at the club. You didn't stand a chance physically. But mentally....you were going to feel like shit tricking him like this, but it had to be done.
"Gojo, would you like to start dating then?" You gave a wink to the cab driver, hoping she would pick up on what you were trying to accomplish and she snorted loudly when Gojo's head popped up from his arms. His blue eyes sparkled and his body lost its defensive tension, relaxing and shooting out the cab with you in tow, holding you to him before he began to sprint up the stone stairs of the school with you thrown over his shoulder. You barely managed a goodbye to the driver before the gust of wind tousled your hair, throwing it in front of your eyes as you tried to swat it away.
"Gojo! S-slow down! You g-going to drop me!" You cried out, watching as his feet moved hurriedly along the stairs, his ass pulling taunt with every step he made. You only noticed because that's how close your face was in this fucking position. Megumi is going to buy you whatever you want after this is over. Diamonds, flowers, the complete series of your favorite books along with the adaptation on TV. You were going to get it all. "Where are you going anyways, Gojo!" The world whipped around you as he sprinted, showing that even in his drunk state, he was still formidable.
It wasn't until you saw the familiar slats of the wooden floors to the student housing that you finally pieced it together. At least he had the sense to bring you here, now you could start winding him down for the night. "Please put me down now." You breathed out, your stomach sore from how much he had you bouncing as he ran up the steps."Let's get you settled into a room, ok--hey!" You felt yourself being shoved through a door, revealing that he had brought you back to your own room. "Gojo what--"
Words were lost on you when her gripped at your throat with one hand and pushed you hard against the back of your door, his lips crushing to yours like a starved man. His other hand trailed along your arm before settling on your hip, kneading the flesh there gently as you stood temporarily stunned, frozen in place as your teacher started to MAKE-OUT with you. His mouth worked against yours hurriedly, tongue skimming along your bottom lip as if asking for permission before delving inside. "M-Mph!"
You brought your hands up, pushing on his chest as your eyes widened at the current situation. How many times had you pictured something like this to yourself in the depth of nights, alone with your own pervy thoughts? So many times that the fingers and toes of all your friends wouldn't be enough to count. You felt a deep swirl in the pit of your stomach, arousal rearing its ugly face as he leaned his head to the side slightly before pulling away; a single string of saliva connecting the two of you before snapping like your sanity was about to. He was panting hard, a small blush on his cheeks as he stared at you with those oceanic eyes of his. "Kiomi..." He whispered out, thumb rubbing along your throat as you gulped air rapidly.
He began to lean in once more, the hand on your throat going lower until you clasped his wrist with both hands to stop him. "G-Gojo Se-Sensei...this is wrong. S-Stop. You're still drunk," You panted out, not realizing just how intense kissing him would be. It felt like he had sucked all the air from your lungs, drowning you in a flurry of pent up emotions. His face contorted to confusion and he wrangle his wrist away from you, bringing both hands up to cup you cheeks. "But...we're dating now. Isn't this what people do when they date?"
Yea this came back to bite you in the ass, harder than expected. "W-Well..." You began, fully ready to let him down as gently as possible, but he cut you off quickly.
"Did you lie to me? Do you not want to date me? Do you think I would be a bad boyfriend?" He asked, his lip jutting out like it had before with an expression of sadness and betrayal falling on his face once more. You watched as his eyes began to fog over with the tell tale signs of tears, who knew he would be so emotional drunk, and you felt a pang in your heart. You knew it was wrong, but if you told him otherwise he would probably storm out of your room and get into some kind of trouble that would taint his name. You could see the headlines now, 'strongest sorcerer robs candy store to drown sorrows after brutal rejection from supposed girlfriend'. How could you do that to someone who made an honest reading mistake and trusted you so easily? You couldn't.
One time, and then you would distance yourself and forget about whatever was about to happen.
"Gojo...Satoru don't cry." You pleaded softly, watching as a single line of sadness broke from his eye and fell down his cheek. "Please don't cry." You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and praying to every God that you had ever read about that this one thing would turn out ok. That this split second decision was the right one. The kiss you gave him was gentler than what he gave you, portraying small emotions that you weren't sure how to express. You've kissed people before no problem, but the fact that it was Gojo Sensei made it seem different. More valuable, more important.
You gasped when he pressed into you more, angling his head and moaning when you openly parted your lips for him this time, letting him explore to his heart's content. He slithered around your mouth, panting loudly but never separating as his tongue traced along yours in a sinful dance, raking against the top of your mouth and along every tooth you had. He tasted of strawberries and cream, probably the remnants of whatever drink he mistook for a mocktail. The small burn of alcohol was present as you battled your tongue with his, your hands coming to grasp along his undercut before twining your fingers in his silky hair.
He pulled away and kissed your cheek with a low groan, nibbling at your lobe and causing you to shiver when he licked the shell of your ear and whispered, "Jump."
"W-What?" The onslaught this man was giving you was intense. His movements somehow precise and methodical even though he was hazy with a buzz. He trailed his hands down your side, gripping at the backs of your thighs before stating again, "Jump." Oh, you got it then. You close your eyes and gave a small hop, feeling as he held you tightly against him with his large hands now gripping at the globes of your ass while your legs wrapped securely round his bare waist. You bit your lip as he trailed his tongue along your neck, suckling and nibbling in various spot as he pressed you against the door. Why did he have to lose his shirt at the club? His skin was hot to your touch and you could felt the ripple of his worked muscles under the pads of your fingers. Hard and powerful they were, containing the cursed energy of the modern day's strongest sorcerer, and here you were tracing that power with hands that didn't even seem deserving.
"Kiomi~" Gojo said in a sing song voice, biting down along your shoulder as he did so, pushing the fabric of you tee with his mouth until it wouldn't give anymore. "Take your shirt off."
You could feel your brain short-circuit from his request, his very reasonable request considering the things he was thinking right now. You thanked your lucky stars that you weren't a virgin, because if you were then this would definitely not be happening. "O-Ok." You stutter out, embarrassment taking hold once you realized that this was real. He leaned back slightly, pressing his crotch against yours and making you hyperaware that he was turned on, incredibly so. You gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, dropping the garment on the floor. The fabric barely made a small thump before teeth was nipping at the tops of your breasts, sucking the pliable skin easily into his hot mouth before being released with a red dot left behind.
"This too." You nearly shrieked when his teeth grabbed the material of your bra cup and tugged at it roughly, his head swaying from side to side in effort to rip it off himself. You could already see his impatience showing, his movements becoming jerky and hurried. "H-Hey this was expensive! St-ah!" You close your eyes when he licked your nipple through the fabric, his pelvis thrusting against your own and rubbing his member against your core. "Shit," you exhaled, feeling as his hands left your ass and grabbed at the straps of your bra, his hips doing the job of holding you against the door until the offending material was removed from your chest. "Hurry," He sighed out, laving the flat of his tongue against your cup fabric once more, harder this time.
"Ok! Ok!" You aided him and slid your arms from the straps, reaching behind and with practiced fingers, unsnapped the hooks that held your breasts in confinement. He wrung the bra from between your bodies and hoisted you up with ease, his face level now with your breasts and he hummed. "So pretty." He rubbed his cheeks along the soft flesh, kissing in between and down the side of one before blowing cool air onto your already stiffening nipple. You bit at your bottom lip, your hands gripping at his shoulders when he leaned in with an experimental swipe of the tongue. Even that small touch felt like electricity coursing through you and you tightened your legs around him, trying to find something to ground yourself as he engulfed your nipple wholly now, sucking and nibbling with his teeth as his tongue soothed the area gently.
"G-Gojo--ngh," you mewled out; face flushed hot and blush traveling down your chest as he continued. His eyes were seal shut as he pulled and released against you, popping off every once and awhile to mouth at the doughy flesh that was the rest of your breast before switching over to its twin and repeating the actions. You were weeping by now, you panties feeling sticky and uncomfortable against you as he kneaded the fat of your ass and mouthed at your breasts in union. If he was this kind of lover drunk, you couldn't imagine what he would stone cold sober. He would actually kill someone with a heart attack; that you were sure of.
"Hold on to me." You barely understood the words coming from his mouth, the neurons of your brain scrambling around to try and make some sort of sense as to how you got here. But when you felt the cool air whisk around your exposed back, you wrapped your arms around him, understanding that you were apparently moving somewhere else. "G-Gojo?"
"Shh, Kiomi, you're so beautiful." The familiar scent of your detergent wafted through the air as your back hit the comforter you wrapped yourself in nightly. Oh shit, you were on the bed; it was going to happen soon. But when he spoke such loving words to you, you felt the regret of what was happening slip away into a forgotten dark space in your mind. No one has ever talked to you like that before. You had been called pretty before, but beautiful? You could feel the proverbial arrow to the heart from that word.
You watched with slight horror mixed with arousal as he popped the button of his jeans, sliding them down his legs and leaving him clad in a pair of, duckling boxer briefs. You held in the laughter because it was so comical that his choice of pattern fit him so well, but the large bulge they were housing made your heart skip a beat as he crawled on top of you and kissed you again passionately.
One hand wondered down your chest, tweaking your nipple as it grazed over your chest before dancing light touches along your stomach, stopping at the band of your own jeans. "Can I?" He pulled away just long enough to ask before attacking the skin of your neck, his lips becoming puffy as he ravaged your body with them. "Kiomi...please." He breathed deeply; hand tracing over your fabric covered core and groaning when he felt the damp spot that had already soaked through.
"Y-Yea." You could feel your heart beating frantically and no doubt he could feel it as well, the organ thumping so hard against your chest that it very well could have burst through at any moment. You felt as he traced a finger up, meeting his thumb and fiddling with the silver button before it gave way to him. He wasted no time in grasping your zipper, pulling it down, the sharp hissing sound as it grated against the teeth like bullets in your ears. With every zip, he was closer to claiming you entirely.
"Mmm, I'm so hard right now." You crinkled your brows from his lewd words that were breathed into your ear, his voice becoming low and sultry. You began to question if he was still drunk at this point, his dexterous hands and fingers were making quick work and his words were holding steady. Maybe he was a silly drunk until he had a mission in life and then he turned to a serious drunk. But whatever the reason, you could still taste the burn of the alcohol he consumed on your tongue, so you knew that he did, in fact, drink tonight.
You brought your hands to your face in embarrassment when you felt him kiss at your stomach, his fingers hooking into both your jeans and your underwear and pulling them in unison down your legs before throwing them off the bed and sitting back on his haunches, staring down at you like he was some sort of inspector. "Don't stare!" You pleaded, bringing your knees together as anxiety took hold of you. At least you showered earlier that day, shaving and exfoliating before rubbing lotion everywhere. You felt his hands trace from your ankles to the tops of your knees, cupping them and making a feeble attempt to pull them apart, huffing when you held your ground against him.
Though what happened next still has you shell shocked to this fucking day.
You felt as he tugged once again, more experimentally to see if you would open on your own, but when you pressed them closer together with fear he got a little pissed that his 'girlfriend' was suddenly denying him. With a strength that he had been holding back, you felt as his hands separated your knees and drove them down into the bed, spreading you wide for him to openly see. You threw your arms from your face, your expression mixed with surprise and embarrassment, quickly replaced with a stabbing pang of lust when he slotted himself between your open legs and gripped at your throat. His swirling eyes bore into your own and he kissed the tip of your nose lovingly, "Just be a good girl and keep them open while I work."
Back. The. Fuck. Up.
Your mouth gaped open like a caught fish as your fun loving sensei suddenly turned into the hottest thing that you had ever set your eyes upon. You think that he just awoken a kink you never knew you had. You nodded with a small squeak, unable to form a word after that bomb and watch as his mop of silvery hair descended once more. He stopped at your hip, nipping it gently while his arms came to wrap around, his hands resting on the lower part of your stomach.
"S-sen--oh!" You knew what was coming, but you couldn't fathom in any world on why it felt so damned good. His tongue slid between your sopping folds, trailing with a feather light touch before pressing harder, dipping inside you cavern and prodding. Your pants and whimpers seemed to fuel him on as he increased pace, swiping up and down, up and down rapidly. Your stomach felt like it was being pulled tight, a rope hitched to an immovable object and him on the other end, coaxing you closer and closer to release. The sting was strong as your orgasm swirled like a whirlpool, threatening to suck in everything in its wake the longer he tongued at you. "Such a good fucking girl," he breathed out, separating his mouth from your puffed lips and swiping a finger over his chin, gathering your essence before sucking that same finger into his mouth greedily. He was going to kill you acting like that. Actually make your heart give out. He eyed you with an expression that screamed lust before he brought the finger from his mouth and glided it through your folds, watching your face every step of the way. He pushed in slowly, grinning like a devil when you clenched the comforter in your hands, fisting the material like it was a life line.
"Feel good?" He began to pump his finger inside and out, but your thoughts were so muddled that you didn't even here him ask a question. He could have told you the secret to ultimate power and in that moment you wouldn't have heard him. But when his free hand came up and squished your cheeks together, and he bit your bottom lip with an animalistic ferocity, you were quickly snapped back into reality. He pulled away, bringing your lip with him before speaking lowly, "I asked you a question." He inserted another finger now, curling them in sync and scissoring to stretch out the walls of your core to accommodate whatever behemoth lay behind adorable yellow duckies. "I said does it feel good?"
Just as he asked, he curled his fingers just right, pressed just hard enough to find the spot that eludes most men, like your previous unnamed partner. Your back arched as you squealed loudly, your hands coming to grip at his shoulders and leaving crescent marks against his pale skin. "Y-Yes! Feels good!" He chuckled from your response and continued to abuse that spot, hitting with every jab of his wrist into you. Your legs lifted instinctually, pulling him closer, chasing the feeling of the whirlpool getting bigger in your stomach. "Gojo! C-Close! Please!" You never thought you'd be reduced to begging during sex, but if he stopped what he was doing now, you wouldn't recover.
"Say my name." He spoke, no he demanded.
"Gojo!" You spewed out with no hesitation, but when he stilled his movements, you felt tears pricking at your eyes. "Wh-Why?" You whimpered, thrusting your hips like a damned whore to chase the feeling of your release before it fluttered away from you. He removed his fingers completely and slid his last remaining article of clothing down his legs before kicking it from his feet. He sat on his knees over you, hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he stroked it seductively right in front of you, his head thrown back as he gave himself an appreciative squeeze right near the base.
"My first name." He moaned out, thumb swiping over his tip and using the pre to slick himself as he leaned forward. "You can do it." You cried out when he lapped at your neck once more, waiting for your answer before he brought you to bliss, positioning himself above your core, ready as soon as you said the word. "Say it, Kiomi." Your chest heaved as you struggled to regain your breath, the previous event of the night culminating into this very moment. He hovered above you, his hands on either side of your head, hips poised and legs spread around you, the perfect position.
"S-Satoru."
He pistoned into you with a single thrust that filled you completely, stretching you past the limits of what you were familiar with. He was girthy, long and curved just right. Absolutely amazing. You felt him shudder above you, stilling and biting into your abused shoulder, a low growl coming from his mouth. "So-So fucking good." He mumbled out, pulling back slightly before ramming in with the same intent as before. It slid you along the bed slightly, your breasts bouncing from the force with a shriek escaping your lips. It only took him a moment to compose himself before he leaned up, gripping one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder, giving you a smirk and starting a punishing rhythm.
Your bed wasn't going to make it much longer. You weren't sure if it had been awhile since he had been intimate with someone or if this was just the way he was, but Satoru Gojo was fucking you like a crazed animal. With every snap of his hips, he let loose a deep and guttural groan, his fingers wrapping around your ankle tightly while the other held purchase on your opposite hip. How in the world would you ever have sex again after this, there would be no other that could hold to the standard he was now setting for you.
You watched through half-lidded eyes as his head tilted back, his mouth gaping open as a sinful sound escaped from his throat, traveling from far within his stomach and emerging like a chorus of sin from parted lips. "Not gonna last long now, Kiomi." He released your leg and leaned down again, hovering over you as his hips slapped against your abused reddened flesh. The pit pat of your lovemaking was bouncing off the walls of your room, hopefully not echoing so loud that anyone else near you would come to investigate. "G-Gojo, I'm--"
"Who?" He stilled his movements, a droplet of sweat falling from his chin and dripping to your cheek as he looked down on you, a smirk evident on his face when you whined at the loss of rhythm. "That's not my name right now, is it?" He leaned forward and licked the sweat from your cheek, biting it playfully before whispering, "Say the right name and I'll get us both there."
"Please, Satoru! I wanna cum!" Tears had began to stream down your face, the pleasure so intense that you had no other outlet, no other method to express how you were feeling. It was good, so good that any regret you were having earlier had fishtailed off the road and crashed into a tree along the ditch. You only hate that this will be the only time it happens. "S-Satoru! Satoru!" You cried his name like a chant as the blunt end of his cock kissed the spot inside you that made your skin crawl. You were helpless as he gripped your hands, holding them high above your head as he buried his face into your neck again, his pants loud in your ear as his thrusting became erratic in nature.
"Kiomi. No-No condom--ungh!" In his tipsy state, Gojo had apparently come to the conclusion that he was raw inside you. But at that moment you didn't care, you'd be pissed if you missed the true feeling of him, separated by a thin piece of latex that would probably break anyways. You were on the pill and knew without doubt that you hadn't skipped a day, it would be ok...just this once. "I don't care!" You panted, fingers squeezing tightly against his as your back arched into him, your breasts pushing against his sweat clad chest and adding even more stimulation as your nipples rubbed at his skin. "Satoru I'm-I'm-"
Euphoria washed over you as your body tensed, your breath getting caught in your throat as you went rigid under him. Your orgasm body slammed you like a tsunami against a rocky cliff, stealing your breath away as wave after wave pulsed through you as you rode out your high. Gojo was not far behind, gritting his teeth and groaning as his own body shuddered, his seed shooting hot ropes in succession deep within you before he collapsed on top of you, a heaving heavy mess of a man.
You both said nothing for a few minutes, only breathing in the scent of sex that now lingered in the air as well as the comforter you so cherished. You were definitely going to have to do a deep clean of that bad boy. You felt the weight of him leave you as he rolled over, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling while wiping more sweat from his brow. His drunken lopsided grin had returned as well as his sing song voice. "Kiiiomi~ Let's go another round, pleeease?"
You looked to him flabbergasted, unable to fight him off once he grabbed hold of you, hoisting you on top of him and practically impaling you for the second time that night. Just how the hell were you going to explain all this to Megumi in the morning when he asked how things went?
Well...you'll figure it out, right after this round.