lmao this is the good this right here

you hate gojo for his large, blue eyes that just seem to never blink. you hate gojo for his pretty, long lashes that you’re certain no man should own. you hate gojo for how attractive he is like god really took his time carving his face. you hate gojo for his big, unfiltered mouth and most of all, you hate gojo for his guts.

but without him, hours in the office wouldn’t be as lively and insufferable.

gojo is annoying and his personality more or less tells you that he’s a dimwit but to put it nicely, he’s just very outgoing and mischievous. but you still have to give him credit; he’s actually good at what he does at work. he has saved your ass so many times, is very responsible, and manages his job efficiently. those are the things that make your other colleagues like him so much and your superior alike.

well, you don’t really hate the guy as a whole person but the fact that he’s just flawless in appearance and the things he does may be the prime reason why he ticks you off so much.

are you bitter? maybe a little. do you appreciate his existence? much so.

“heyyy!” speak of the devil. “knew you’d still be here–” you hear the sound of his shoes clacking louder but you still don’t bother to peel your eyes from the computer screen in front of you. “–for another night of trying to complete your work.”

you finally spin the chair around to meet a pair of cerulean eyes. still so bright and bouncing with energy compared to yours that are lifeless and restless.

you’re already stressed and overwhelmed by the workload and you certainly don’t need another one of his shenanigans tonight to completely make you go insane.

“are you trying to piss me off?” you look askance at him.

gojo raises his hands in front of him defensively and takes a seat on the chair next to you, “me? trying to make you pissed? no way!” he scoffs and loosens his tie from the collar. “angry women are scary.”

“then you’d know better to leave me alone.” you roll your eyes and attempt to return to your work but he persistently pokes your arm to draw your attention to him again.

“w-what’s that?!” your eyes widen at the sight of the bottle he has in his hands. one you know that shouldn’t be anywhere near your workplace but he casually wiggles the bottle around before taking out two wine glasses from his bag.

“yeah? what do you say?” he whispers as if sharing some confidential information that can only be known between the two of you (well, it is) and wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.

you skim around the empty space, no signs of life are present besides the both of you since it’s way past your office hours and the only light that is turned on is the one brightening up your space.

“no way!” for some reason, you whisper back. “how long did you even have that with you?!”

“ah, ah.” he shushes and shoves your papers and files aside in favor of placing the two glasses on your desk. “you don’t need to know about that.”

before you can even have a moment to retaliate, gojo simply takes off the lid and pour the dark red liquor into each glasses, filling almost half of the crystal. you watch him do so, completely stunned and out of words before he extends a glass to you.

you think you’ve already become blase about his spontaneity but his surprises just seem endless.

“come on. you need this.” he holds the stem, swirling the crimson content in front of you in persuasion but you only give him a skeptical look in return.

“Satoru, i still have work–”

“nuh-uh. it’s your birthday today, isn’t it?” he cuts you off and leaves you stunned for the second time, except now it’s from flattery. you can’t deny that the thought of him genuinely offering you a drink (no matter and especially how wrong it is) in celebration of your birthday does make you a little bit elated during this tough time. maybe it’s another thing that you’ll add to your ‘things-that-make-gojo-likeable’ list and maybe it will outdo your ‘things-to-hate-about-gojo’ list soon.

“aaand because you’re fighting with your boyfriend.” he suddenly breaks through your thoughts.

scratch that.

“wait. how’d you know?!” you push his hand away to see the shit-eating grin on his face.

gojo shrugs nonchalantly, “maybe I just overheard. who knows. that’s why I said you need this.”

you weigh between decisions in your head; to either reject the offer or to drown your woes. you’re familiar with how persistent gojo can be and he did choose to spend his night here to celebrate; you know you’d feel bad if you turn him down. although, that means you’re going to end up as a sappy drunk with no progress on their work– doesn’t help with the fact that you’re a lightweight either.

“come on, come on–” he waves around the glass in hopes to convince you.

after a long moment of contemplation, you sigh defeatedly and accept his invitation by taking the glass from his hand. “shut up. I’ll drink it.”

“atta girl!” he beams and clinks his glass with yours excitedly. “for you. happy birthday.”

you scrutinize him as he takes a gulp of the drink before you follow suit and hear him laugh when he sees you shudder at the bitterness that overwhelms your palate.

“I hope you can handle your alcohol.” he jokes and takes another casual swig.

“it looks like you need this more than i do.” you scoff and sip before cracking a thoughtful smile to the male from the brim of the crystal. “but thank you, satoru. you actually.. made my day better.”

gojo’s eyes widen in astonishment over the smile you finally show him for the first time today and yet, he still chooses to play coy. “hmm? is that the alcohol doing the talking for you?”

you roll your eyes, “oh, you’d be pleased to know that i’m still sober and i actually meant it. but let’s just pretend that i’m on the brink of my sanity, it makes me feel better.”

“either way is fine. drunk people can be honest too.” he takes the bottle and pour another generous amount in both of the glasses before taking a sip himself. “you can talk about it with me, if you want.”

“wow, you’re really not letting me get any work done here.” tittering, you down the alcohol without hesitation and let the chemicals slowly do its magic on you.

gojo chuckles, the sound is smokey and alluring as he props his elbow on your desk and holds up his head with his fist on his temple while taking a proper look at you. “don’t worry. you know i’ll help you out sooner or later.”

“well,” you take a sheepish sip of the wine, feeling slightly bashful to make contact with his prying eyes and you find yourself awkwardly spinning your seat side to side as you talk. “i just– it’s not really a big deal, i guess? we just spent time less and less together lately.”

you don’t even realize that you’re extending out your glass for him to fill, but gojo hums as he quietly listens and pours more of the red liquid into yours and his before you mindlessly gulp down the drink.

“i mean– i know that we both are busy with work but when we actually have free time together, he decides to play games with his friends.”

“why don’t you join him?” his cheeks are already flushed pink and it tells you that he’s already tipsy, but you’re no less either when you’re also feeling a little light headed and more blithe.

you huff and shake your head, “i’m not good at games.. not really my thing.”

“do you even have anything you’re good at?” he mocks and laughs when you throw him a scowl.

“i knew you’re here to piss me off!” you finish up your glass and turn back to your screen despite being giddy and drunk. “j-just lemme do my work!”

“aw, you’re drunk and still trying to get work done. i bet you’d still get nowhere with that.”

“yes, i can! and i don’t need your help, mostly.” you chide, sitting up straight as you make an effort to focus on the blurry letters in front of you. you squint your eyes, read slowly, anything– but it deems to be in vain.

“seeing doubles, honey?” he taunts and his chest rumbles with laughter.

your bottom lip subconsciously juts out slightly into a pout, “s’all your fault for making me drunk. a-and i’ll show you i can!”

“my fault? nooo, you were happy to know that i came to celebrate your birthday, didn’t you? ‘cause who else would if it’s not me?”

well, he’s not lying. you haven’t heard from your boyfriend for these past couple of days and you wonder if he even remembers your birthday in the first place. you don’t really care much about birthdays as you grow older but it would be more than enough to know that the one you love actually remembers it.

“fine, guess ’m a little happy.” you say, suppressing back a smile so you wouldn’t inflate his ego.

gojo gasps, a little bit dramatically. “just a little?! that doesn’t sound really convincing.” the wheels supporting his chair roll as he pushes himself to stand behind you. “hmm, i guess a shoulder massage would make you even happier?”

your head turns to the side, startled once you feel his large hands on your shoulders. “wha– you don’t have to do that.”

“hey. i’m not always kind enough to do this so you better appreciate it.” he rebukes for your attempt to turn him down and leaves no room for any further arguments by pressing his hands on your shoulders soothingly. “you’re so stiff.”

all the blood rushes to your face and you feel your body heat up; unsure whether it’s from the intoxicant in your stream or from the work of gojo’s miraculous hands, but your eyes slip close in content as you draw in a shaky breath.

“how does it feel?” his hot breath fans against the shell of your ear as he whispers, making you quiver from the warmth that seeps from his voice.

you swallow past the lump in your throat, “f-feels good.”

“maybe i should do this more often. just for you.” he rubs and presses the knots on your strained muscles and you find yourself melting and relaxing to his touch quickly.

“you really don’t need– ah!” a moan tumbles free when gojo rubs circles on your nape. you squirm and press your thighs together, hoping to relieve the embarrassing ache that suddenly forms in your core.

gojo hums, voice dropping an octave as he speaks closely to your ear. “you’re just so tense and tight, aren’t you? and your boyfriend didn’t help you out with it?”

“n-no.” you can feel the heat emanating from the male, making you tingle with anticipation and excitement as you bite back another moan.

“oh you poor, sweet, little thing.” he coos, tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear and give a little nibble as he continues to knead his thumbs into the sore muscles with firm pressure.

“satoru–” you gasp.

“you can let it out. let me hear your pretty voice.” he chuckles low and deep, planting chaste kisses on the back of your ear and down to your neck while his hands continue to press and massage your shoulders and arms diligently.

his bangs tickle the side of your face when you subconsciously tilt your head to the side to provide him more access. a small, wavering voice in the back of your clouded mind tells you that it’s wrong and you should stop, yet choosing to ignore all the rationality you have left seems even more ideal– especially how amazing he already makes you feel and you can’t help but to wonder what else he has in store for you.

“we had wine and i’m giving you a massage.. i think we both know where this is going.” his husky voice sweeps into your ear without warning, tempting you into something you both know you shouldn’t.

“i hate you, satoru.” your giggle, unaware that it sounds a little pitchy and adorable considering your drunken state.

the corners of his lips tug into a coquettish grin as he mumbles against your warm skin, “no you don’t.”

you finally turn your attention towards him, locking eyes with his icy, blue orbs but the look you give him suggests that you’re still befuddled and your feelings are dallying between guilt and lust.

“b-but, my boyfriend will get mad if–”

gojo cups your face gently with his hand and cuts you off, “i know he’s gonna be mad– fuming, even and honestly, i don’t give a shit and neither do you.”

now you vaguely remember why you hated his eyes so much; they’re charming and hypnotizing, making anyone bend to his every will and that includes you. but can you really blame him? he knows what you need, would gladly give it to you and thanks to the wine and massage, now you’re in too deep and you feel like you have a big void that needs to be satiated.

“he doesn’t need to know.” his face is accustomed to a shameless seduction, luring you like a serpent into a deep, dark pit of sins with the rasp of his voice. “it’ll be our dirty little secret.”

your stomach churns with the feeling of a yummy thrill and your body flushes with primal heat that manages to overpower any guilt and your last few shreds of dignity. with all inhibitions lost, you pull him down by his tie to crash your lips onto his. gojo is instantly ravenous; greedily exploring inside your mouth with his tongue and stripping you from any thoughts that aren’t him.

“fuck. you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this,” he growls as both of his hands slip under your blouse to knead your breasts. “how i’ve been imagining fucking you in that short, tight skirt.”

“satoru–” the thought of being desired by an attractive man does so much to boost your self-esteem and your body begins to heat up with the influx of sensations coursing through you.

“hmm?” he easily tugs down your bra and you let out a keen of pleasure when he tweaks your erected nipples between his fingers. “want me to make you feel good?”

you look at him with your lips parted in short pants and lustrous eyes that spills with your want for him. you gulp, regaining moisture to the parched throat before you whimper a simple and timid ‘yes’.

“can’t hear you, princess.” he’s aware that your headstrong nature wouldn’t appreciate his taunts and mockeries but since the two of you are not in the right state of mind, he’s not afraid to push your buttons.

“wanna feel good.” you hold onto his forearm tightly, expressing your thirst and need for him so badly.

as much as he enjoys teasing, he’s an impatient man himself. there’s no way he can deny you, especially with your transparent countenance; needy and vulnerable, and gojo absolutely doesn’t miss the way your thighs are rubbing against each other.

gojo spins the chair around so you can face him and he prises your legs apart with his knee to expose more of your fleshy thighs. he leans down for a feverish kiss as one of his hands wander underneath your skirt, ghosting its touch over your pussy and finally uncovering you wet beneath his fingers.

“getting wet by a coworker? so fucking naughty.” he tuts and your body jerks when he pinches your needy clit. “what’s your boyfriend gonna say about this, you cheating little slut?”

though your cheeks and ears burn in humiliation, the pleasure just seems to flow within you endlessly and you can’t bring yourself to stop grinding your clit against his thumb.

gojo drops on his knees, settling in the space between your thighs and his arms maneuvers under and over your thighs to drag you down closer to his face as your feet hang in the air. you instinctively spread your legs wider, giving him an unobstructed view of your drenched panties.

“well, i don’t blame you.” he smirks conceitedly and pokes out his tongue to prod against your clothed clit, making you squirm. “he hasn’t gone down on you lately, right? must be frustrating for you.”

you silently watch him in anticipation. amusement sparks in his eyes as he looks up at you beneath an unkempt mess of snowy bangs, but he raises a curious brow when he notices the lack of reaction.

“or? he never went down at all?” he scoffs.

your lips purse into a thin line and you shake your head embarrassingly. just for a brief second, his eyes light up in bewilderment before they shift into something darker and rapacious.

“then, tell me where to lick you. tell me where you need my fucking tongue.” he hooks a finger on the side of your panties, tugging it to the side and bites back a groan at the sight of your bare and drenched pussy; all ready for him to indulge.

“t-there. on my clit–” you mumble feebly, hearing your own heartbeat hammering against your chest when you catch a glimpse of something so deliciously primal about the way he looks at you through those white lashes.

“hm? here?” he leans down, rubbing your sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue while his hot breath blows across your cunt makes you quiver.

“y-yeah.” you exhale sharply, eager to feel him lapping you off.

the next touch of his tongue makes you squeal as he flattens it and licks a fat strip of your slick. his tongue slides through your slits, mouth closing over you as his nails dig into your pliant skin and keeps you close to his face.

you put a hand over your mouth, attempting to conceal lewd and filthy cries of decadent pleasure bubbling in your throat and threatening to slip out. gojo flicks his gaze at you, drinking in every twitch of pleasure before he pulls your hand away and starts to suck on your throbbing clit.

“here?” he sucks. “on this little,” you feel his teeth scraping between sucks. “neglected,” he sucks again. “clit?” he gives one harsh suckle that draws out a loud whimper from your mouth followed by his tongue lapping off your slick in swift and rapid strokes. “that son of a bitch doesn’t know how to touch you, huh?”

“f-fuck– satoru–” your grab a lock of his soft hair in your fist as your back arches against the warmth of his mouth.

“what is it?” he presses his tongue into your entrance, pumping a few times. “you wanna cum on my tongue, don’t you?”

“y-yeah, wanna cum–” you buck your hips, trying to fuck yourself with his tongue as a surge of desire rushes through you along with the tightening pressure in your stomach that’s threatening to snap but he suddenly pulls away.

“i don’t think you want it bad enough. i didn’t hear a ‘please’.” a mischievous grin is plastered across his plump lips, along with a glistening mixture of his spit and your slick.

a tinge of warmth creeps on your cheeks at the obscene sight, thinking about how sexually unfulfilled you’ve been all this time and that gojo (out of all people) is the one who’s slurping and sucking all of that pent up frustration out of you.

but you desperately need the release. so if that’s what he wants to hear, then ego and dignity be damned.

“please–” you whisper audibly, just enough for you and him to hear in the silent, unoccupied room.

his mouth stretches into a sinister smile and he shakes his head, “say ‘please satoru. please let me cum on your face.’”

oh, how foolish of you to think that he’d make things easy for you.

gojo notices the frown and the dissatisfied furrow of your brows as you stare at him in hesitation. he presses his thumb down on your tired clit instead, purposely making you mewl and squirm for more.

“let me hear it, baby. then, i’ll give you what you want.” he coos with delight, rubbing tight circles on your clit that’s just enough to make you submit, but not enough to push you over the edge.

“satoru–” you throw your head back as you sob. “pleaseplease. p-please let me cum on your– your stupid, fucking face.”

a deep chuckle rings in your ear, “that’s more than i asked for. such a needy little girl.”

with your legs over his shoulders, he dives back into your cunt and licks a skewed path across your puffy folds before prodding in your quivering hole while his thumb remains to toy with the bundle of nerves.

you grasp at the strands of his white hair as if they’re a lifeline, completely heedless over how you tug it so harshly while your mind spirals into a state of frenzy. with a flick of his thumb, you cream on his tongue, moaning loudly into the empty space while he stays in place to lap off all what your body spills and you’re almost certain that you can hear him growl underneath you.

your body is completely spent and you’re unable to move, finally feeling sated in a way that only gojo could do. he withdraws from you, greeting you with a smug beneath a sheen of spit and your own arousal.

gojo licks his lips clean, savoring you as much as he’s able to. “he’s missing out. you taste fucking good.”

he hooks his finger on the stretchy band of your sodden panties and takes it off before shoving it inside his pocket. gojo gets up to take off his pants down to his ankles to release his hard cock. he pumps it in his fist before squatting down slightly and settles between your spread thighs again. “but we haven’t reached the main course now, have we?”

you gaze up at him through half lidded eyes, mind hazy; more from your previous orgasm rather than the chemicals from the drink you had. you can’t be bothered to shift from the awkward position he keeps you in on your chair; your back mostly on the cushion, your ass almost tipping off from the seat and your feet hanging in the air in front of you.

a spark of electricity shoots through you when you feel an unmistakable nudge of his arousal against your slits. you let out a soft whine, still sensitive but gojo selfishly continues to use your slick to smear along his throbbing dick before lining in front of your convulsing hole.

“god. i’m gonna fucking–” he hisses when he pokes his tip through your entrance and throws his tie away to the floor, “ravage this cunt.”

the fact that you’re folded in half allows you to see the way his cock slowly disappears into you as it simultaneously stretches your little cunny. gojo bottoms out with a loud grunt, trying to keep himself composed since you’re already sucking him in.

“shit– that’s fucking tight. i can tell your boyfriend didn’t fuck you right.” he derides, holding you by the hips for leverage before he starts snapping his hips. the deep strokes of his cock feel like it’s knocking out your breath with each thrust.

“look at that, princess.” he motions towards the bulge poking on your tummy whenever he sheathes back his cock inside your cunt. you’ve never thought it’s possible, but now that you get to see it in the flesh, it makes your pussy flutter at the sight.

“oh, fuck– you cheating little minx. you like that, don’t you?” he pounds harder, eliciting a chorus of whimpers to pass your lips with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “he didn’t fuck you this good?”

your hands clutch on his flexing biceps, grounding yourself from breaking into your second orgasm too quickly as you feel the prominent vein on his cock dragging against your spongy walls deliciously.

“can’t tell me? already dumb on my cock?” gojo wraps your legs around his waist and he holds the top of the backrest to ram his cock deeper in your sopping cunt. he moans at the way your walls clench down on him and it gives him the drive to increase his pace, making the chair creak beneath you.

“tell me– hah– who’s fucking you right now.” he says through gritted teeth, brows knitting together in concentration.

your mind is scrambled and you can only focus on the way his tip kisses against your cervix, even making up the simple syllables of his name takes a lot of effort. “s-sa-toru–”

it came out breathless and weak than you imagined, but a sense of pride still swells in his chest. “yeah? he’s better than your man?”

“y-yesyesyes–” you sob mindlessly, lost too deep in pleasure as the muscles in your stomach begin to tighten and your toes curl inside your kitten heels.

“and you’re gonna cum for me again?” he chuckles menacingly and pulls out almost completely before slamming in again, sending your body jolting back. “gonna cum on your coworker’s fat dick this time?”

your jaw is already fallen slack as you savor the unbearable drag of his throbbing cock, making it harder for you to hold back any longer.

“i– p-please–” your desperation for a release is depicted through your fingers that are curling tightly on the fabric of his dress shirt and he can feel it from how your pussy is clamping down on him.

“do you deserve it?” he ghosts his thumb over your clit, knowing that it’s the final push you need.

your eyes gloss pleadingly as you lock gazes with him, opposed to your usual façade but now you like you’re about to cry if he doesn’t give you what you want and it makes his cock twitch.

“satoru–” you sniff. “c-can’t–”

“c-can’t?” he mocks, as if he’s not about to break down himself from just how tight you are. “can’t what, baby?”

“w-wanna cum– your cock–” you keep your legs around his waist closer, fear that he would stray if you let go.

“shit. so good for me.” he groans before finally rolling his thumb on your aching clit to tip you over the edge.

with a loud cry, you cum hard; pussy gushing with your arousal as it continuously clenches around his cock that’s still buried deep inside you. gojo’s pace begins to falter, yet he still remains to fuck you in pursuit of his own orgasm.

“that’s fucking good– oh god– fuck–” with one last snap of his hips, a growl rumbles in his chest as he eventually spurts hot cum inside your quivering hole.

you look at each other in trance, accompanied by the sound of your heavy breathings in the background. after he’s made sure that he’s emptied inside you, he pulls out and fixes his pants before pressing down on your stomach to watch his cum dribble out from you.

“fuck. that’s a lot.” he titters and immediately fishes out his phone from his pocket. the ‘click’ sounds from his camera snap you out of your thoughts and you quickly close your legs together and pull down your skirt with haste.

“delete that!” you force yourself to stand up on your trembling legs and try to snatch his phone away, though your effort is futile when you’re battling against a six foot something.

“nope!” he waves his phone up in the air, swiping between the photos he took of your post-fucked cunny. “i’m keeping these aaand this.” he pats his other pocket where your long forgotten panties is kept.

truly, you hate gojo for his guts and that’ll never change.