12 Days of Christmas (2022) || JJK

1 | A Partridge in a Pear Tree

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader
Prompt: I got you for Secret Santa and now I have to think about what to get you. But what do you give someone who has everything?

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When you're assigned the one person who has everything for office Secret Santa, what do you get them?

Seriously, they have everything. The money, the fancy cars, the upscale Tokyo apartment with a fabulous view, the promotions at work.

The looks.

It's not fair for your boss to be an Adonis, yet here he is. White hair tousled just right, crystalline eyes that shine bright in any light surrounded by frosted eyelashes. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle slightly in the corner adding to his perfection.

When it comes to Satoru Gojo, there are two things you're sure of.

The first is that he doesn't have a partner. Being one of Tokyo's most eligible bachelors, a playboy like him couldn't be bothered to settle down.

The second being the looks he gives you everyday in the office.

You can feel the heat from his gaze, watching the way your hips sway when you walk, how he stares across the conference room table as you chew on your pen, diligently taking notes. You notice the way he focuses on your lips as you talk, sitting across his desk squeezing your thighs together, squirming under his gaze.

Those two facts are what ultimately led to your decision of what to give him.

Your coworkers gathered around at the Christmas Eve Party, passing out their Secret Santa gifts, opening and thanking the gift giver. You knew Gojo had made the connection that you were the one assigned to him as he grinned mischievously from across the room.

"Were you able to get a gift in time?" Nanami asked, sitting next to you.

"Um, yeah, I did, but it's embarrassing." You laughed and waved your hand in front of your face, wondering if you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life, "I'll give it to Gojo later."

And that's how you got where you are now, laying on your boss's desk, legs spread wide, cunt on full display for him as he curls two fingers hitting your sweet spot.

"G-Gojo, please," you're begging for the release he's denied you of several times already, before feeling a hard smack to your ass, causing you to yelp and arch your back from the sting.

"I've already told you. From now on, call me Satoru."

"Sa-Satoru, Satoru, please, please," you whine, tears forming in the corner of your eyes, thrusting your hips to meet his hand, searching for anything to press against your aching clit.

He has you splayed on his desk, top of your dress ripped down, breasts exposed to him and the hem lifted over your hips, scrunched up at your waist. Aside from his tie having been loosened, and a few of the top buttons undone, he's totally clothed in his white button up and black slacks.

"Please what, baby?" He cocks his head to the side, a saccharine grin plastered on his face.

Your brain is mush at this point, but you don't care. Rutting your hips up, he chuckles, letting his thumb slowly graze over your clit, just long enough to tease before moving it away.

"I'll try to fill in the gaps," he coos, "you think you need to cum?"

You whine and shake your head yes.

"Do you deserve to cum?" He asks seriously; you close your eyes, trying to comprehend his question as he asks again.

"Do you think you deserve the cum with the way you smile at Geto, Nanami, Ijichi? You think I don't see the way you give them "fuck me" eyes from across the room? Think I don't hear the way you laugh at their jokes in the break room?"

He increases his pace, rubbing his long fingers along the spot on the inside that has you seeing stars, legs trembling in wake of having been denied only seconds or minutes prior, you're not sure.

"Please, Satoru, just fuck me," you whine, so pathetic, so pretty, "please."

"Fuck, okay, since you asked so nicely," he breathes, withdrawing his hand from your core, you whimper at the loss of being filled as he works to undo his belt, the prongs clinking against the buckle in his haste.

You sit up on your elbows, watching his cock spring free as soon as his pants and briefs drop to the floor. You bite your lower lip at the sight, looking up to meet his cocky grin as he pumps himself a few times. Of course, he has a dick just as pretty as his face, huge and the tip perfectly pink.

He's laying you back down on his desk, the blunt end of his cock slipping past your entrance as you exhale sharply. He goes slow, savoring every moment of entering you for the first time, gripping your hips tight to stop himself from bottoming out immediately.

"You're soaking wet for me, baby," he breathes, slowly moving his hips, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled from him. So different from his attitude just moments before when he was edging you within an inch of your life.

He rocks his hips, gently, shallow a few times before sliding all the way out and slamming back in; moaning, throwing his head back as lewd squelching echoes in the room.

"Look at you," he coos, "such a cockslut, letting her boss fuck her brains out," you clench around him automatically at his words, he hisses, leaning over you, "ha - you like that?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you ramble as he increases his speed, watching as your tits bounce in time with his thrusts.

Grabbing each leg, he throws them over his shoulder, leaning down crashing his lips with yours, literally folding you in half. You cry out in pleasure at just how deep he's able to go, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips.

Just like you've always imagined, his lips are soft, and full against yours; his kisses are needy, and hurried, like if he doesn't do this now, he may never get the chance again.

"Don't cum," he groans into you as you clench around him, a heat in your core building and building.

His long arms reach across the desk, hands gripping the mahogany so hard on the other side his knuckles are white, snapping his hips into yours as he fucks you faster, harder, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you whine and moan against him.

His lips are on your neck, kissing, nipping and sucking little marks, your toes are curling in your heels trying your best to will your body not to release until he tells you to.

Removing your legs from his shoulders, he easily lifts you from the desk, kissing feverishly as he walks you over to the full length windows in his office.

You gasp, as your back hits the cool window, your back and ass on full display for all of Tokyo - of course, they won't be able to actually see it, considering you're on the top floor of a skyscraper.

"Should fire Ijichi, make you my assistant," he sighs as your hands find purchase in his hair, tugging, pistoning his hips into yours, "we'll do this all the time, right here. Been wanting to do this for so long."

He's fucking you within an inch of your life, and unable to hold back any further, you shatter into a broken scream, vision going white from the intensity.

"Shhh, baby, they'll hear us." His hips falter and stutter against yours, feeling just how hard you're gripping around him, sloppily kissing into you as he lets out a low groan, finding his own release not long after you.

You're still against the window, panting as he continues fucking you through his release, coming down from your high. Both of your fluids dripping obscenely onto the floor below.

As your eyes refocus, you see the large modern wall clock across the room. The time reads 12:01 A.M.

"Merry Christmas," you mutter with half lidded eyes, slumping back against the window as his thrusts slow.

He places two fingers below your chin, drawing your attention back up to him, "Merry Christmas, beautiful," he murmurs, placing two soft kisses to your lips, and one to your forehead.