12 Days of Christmas (2022) || JJK

4 | Four Calling Birds

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Prompt: Trapping the other with someone else under the mistletoe has become a highly competitive sport. But who wins if both get trapped together?

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"How many have you gotten so far?"

"Three. You?"

"Same," you and Satoru laugh, walking through the living room of his apartment towards the kitchen.

A few years ago, Satoru started this competition of seeing who could get the most kisses under the mistletoe he hangs for his annual Christmas party by midnight, and being who you are, you couldn't resist.

You're both tied, two for two and it was agreed this year would be the year, the fifth year, winner would take all. Even though you know the two of you will just find something else to compete in.

Trying to get people under the mistletoe was easy at first, asking someone to walk with you and making up a reason to stop wherever Satoru had strung it up.

Over the years, as your friends and their friends realized what the two of you were up to, you've had to become a little more clever in your ways to get someone under the mistletoe.

Last year was an all time low for both of you. Satoru even resorted to putting a sock hat on, inserting a chopstick through the top and tying the mistletoe to that. To his dismay, he didn't manage to get any kisses that way.

As the two of you make your way across the living room laughing about the ridiculous things he's done to win, a group of friends pass by, getting ready to play a game together. Satoru moves off to the side, pulling you in close to him to allow them to pass.

"Hey! Let me get a photo of the love birds," Haibara shouts, holding up a small polaroid camera. Before you have time to protest, he's snapping the photo, the flash blinding you both.

As you recover from the bright light, Haibara hands you the photo for your review. Both you and Satoru have raised eyebrows, his hands on your hips from having pulled you into him just moments prior.

And a mistletoe hanging above your heads.

Slowly, you turn to look up, to confirm what the photograph has already shown you, and Satoru must have noticed as well, because his gaze follows yours.

Your eyes lock, realizing the two of you are at an impasse. In your small list of rules, kissing each other was never discussed or even thought about.

His eyes flicker between yours and down to your lips several times, hands in his pockets as your cheeks flush and you purse your lips.

Satoru is attractive, of course he is. Anyone with eyeballs can attest to that, but the two of you have been friends for so long. And sure, you guys flirt with one another, and spend most of your free time together, but kissing, even if it's for a silly little game could change the dynamic of your whole relationship.

Is that something you're ready for? Is that something you even want?

You don't have time to think the last part through because he's already bent down, placing a kiss on your lips. His are soft and warm, and you can smell the spearmint gum he was chewing on earlier.

Before you've realized what you're doing, your arms wrap around his neck, his to your hips, deepening the kiss, pulling each other impossible closer.

Eventually his hands move down lower, slowly past your ass, to your thighs, easily lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist.

As he carries you down the hall to his bedroom, you focus your attention on his jaw and neck, placing several small kisses below his ear, which you've learned elicits the sweetest sighs from him.

Once in his room, he kicks the door closed and easily locks it before you remove yourself from his hold, lifting his shirt to admire the sinewy muscles as you kiss and lick your way down to the hem of his pants.

Dropping to your knees, you play with the buckle of his belt, looking up to him with pleading eyes.

"If you insist," he says with a smug grin, undoing his belt as you work to unzip his pants.

As soon as his cock springs free you grab it, your hand barely fits around his girth as you stroke once, squeezing a little harder at the tip.

He grunts, and you look up to see his cheeks are flushed, lips parted, completely enraptured with the way you immediately took the lead to pleasure him first.

"Think you can take it all?" He sounds desperate, voice huskier than moments before, almost pleading for you to say yes.

You bite your lip, flicking your tongue over the tip a few times before slipping your lips around the blunt end of his cock, hallowing your cheeks as you give short shallow bobs, working to take him deeper into the warmth of your mouth, towards the back of your throat.

He places his hand on the back of your head, guiding you, gently, deeper and deeper until your pretty throat is bulging from taking all of him, your nose pressed neatly to his groin.

"Goddamn, you look so good," he moans, throwing his head back as you pull back and swirl your tongue on the tip again.

You stare up to him through your long lashes, humming against him, sending vibrations along the underside of his cock, feeling it twitch in your mouth as you do so.

"R-Relax your throat, baby, relax your throat" he says hurriedly, "wanna f-fuck your face."

You have just enough time to do so before he pushes your head further onto his cock, bucking his hips into you wildly. You choke and gag with each thrust, every time he forces you to take the length of his cock, but you love it.

When he pulls back, your hands have found their place on his thighs, holding you steady, in place, as a string of saliva connects you to his tip. Your cheeks are flushed, lips parted, leaning forward, impatiently waiting to have him your mouth again.

He fucks into you with reckless abandon, thrusting erratically until he holds you against him, cock down your throat, and you're choking as he cums. He gasps and sighs and all you can think about is how you want to hear that again.

Satoru moves his hips a few times, riding out his high as you suck and lick against him before he's lifting you and placing you against the soft silky sheets of his bed.

Gentle kisses are placed on your lips, the thick taste of his cum lingering on your tongue and the sounds of his pretty moans ringing in your ears as he makes his way to your collarbone, leaving tiny little marks in his wake.

"Gonna make you feel so good," his eyes are hooded, smile is languid, kissing a trail down your chest and stomach, flipping up your skirt.

He looks up to you with wide, amused eyes, licking his lips, "no panties?" His voice is sated but filled with desire as you tug your lower lip between your teeth, blush forming across your face as you shake your head.

He dips his head, starting off with gentle kisses, staying true to his word and making you cum more times than you ever thought possible in your life. He groans, appreciative of your taste each and every time, a man obsessed.

Your hands tangle in his soft tresses, pulling him in closer, thighs squeezing around his face, trying to suffocate him. And he'd happily let you like this.

"I think I won this year," Satoru jokes smugly, crawling up the bed to join you on the pillows after making you cum over and over and over, pulling you in close to him as you come down from your most recent high.

You laugh quietly, looking up to him knowing after the way he made you feel, you're the true winner tonight, but you'll let him think otherwise.

The two of you meet in a tender embrace, before your legs are intertwined within his sheets for the rest of the night. Without a doubt, this year's Christmas has been the best yet.