Sweet Tooth

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too

It's a good thing the drive from the club to his apartment is short.

Gojo simply can't keep his hands off you in the back seat. He knows his way around your body, touching all your sweet spots.

Kneading your breasts, rolling your nipples, gripping your hips, pressing firmly on your clit through the fabric of your dress.

All with the naughtiest grin on his face like the scoundrel he is.

The alcohol in your system and the wetness pooling in your panties makes it hard not to surrender, but for Ijichi's sake, you choke down your moans and manage to fight him off. He finally gives up, crossing his arms and pouting.

You giggle, feeling like you've taken candy from a big baby.

He smiles hearing your cute laugh.

The moment the car turns onto his street, Gojo is unstrapping himself and then you from your seats.

He has the door open before the car even stops and you manage to wave goodbye and thanks to Ijichi as Gojo flings you out onto the sidewalk.

Satoru gives him a wink and a little salut before kicking the car door shut and skipping to the entryway of his apartment.

You've barely taken off your first shoe when he scoops you up and presses you against the wall in the front hallway.

He's rough and relentless with you now, having held back his cravings for what feels like ages to him. This man has no patience and he always gets what he wants. Right now, all he wants is you.

You let out a breathy moan and wrap your legs around his waist as he holds your head and kisses down your neck. You grab the shades off his face and chuck them down the hall.

He gasps dramatically in fake horror,
"How dare you?!" he exclaims, "Those are my favorite."

You shrug.

"You monster." he growls playfully, " you'll pay for that."

You squeal as he digs his fingers into your sides, tickling you before diving back in to leave more marks on your flesh. He pinches and pulls on your nipples and your laughter quickly turns back into moaning.

"Mmm, love that sound...do it again." He licks up you neck and along your ear, getting what he asked for.

He leans his shoulders back, pinning you up on the wall with his hips and removes his shirt. He then wraps his arms around you and carries you down the hall to the living room with ease.

His apartment decor is what you like to call 'messy minimalist'. He has all the expensive sleek furniture, but he can't be bothered to put all his clothes in the hamper and his coffee mug rarely makes it to the sink before he's out the door in the morning.

He leans over the couch, about to drop you, then pauses and straightens back up, turning toward the kitchen.

"Can't eat snacks on the couch," he mutters to himself, " I'll make a mess."

He flashes you a sly smirk before perching you on the kitchen island.

He pushes himself off of you abruptly and leans back on the sink. He's got that look again. The lusty one that drives you wild. He starts blindly unbuckling his belt as he devours you with his eyes.

"You look like red velvet cake in that dress, kitten." He purrs. Your cheeks flush and you feel a throb between you legs. You smirk back at him and bite at your lip, admiring his handsome build.

"I want you out of it." He commands

You lean back on you palms, spread your legs and raise an eye brow at him defiantly.