12 Days of Christmas (2022) || JJK

12 | Twelve Drummers Drumming

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Prompt: You attend a local holiday charity auction and bid on a date with a sexy CEO.

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"I'm going to save my bid for Gojo Satoru," a lady at the table next to yours whispers. The group of ladies she's with giggle and snicker at her hopes.

"I'm going to bid on Nanami Kento," another lady says, taking a sip of her drink, "out of all of them, he's husband material."

A small smile forms on your face at the thought of Nanami being the only candidate being marriage material. But that's neither here nor there tonight.

"Mine's going straight to Geto Suguru," a different woman this time, "he's devilishly handsome."

You can't help but chuckle at their conversation and their silly little reasons for wanting to place their bid on the top three candidates tonight. And not one of their reasons has to do with supporting the local Christmas charity event this is supposed to be about.

Though, that probably shouldn't be too surprising when the charity decided to auction off dates with CEO's from around the city as a way to gain more money.

When the auction begins, you sit back in your chair and listen to the low rumble of people talking about each suitor, as the bids start. The two ladies at the table next to you win their dates with Nanami and Geto respectively and you smirk, knowing the third lady is going to be leaving severely disappointed because there is no way on this planet, you're leaving without your arm wrapped around Satoru's.

You've brought enough money to be sure of it.

Satoru walks out on stage, so handsome in his tailored black suit, tie matching his azure eyes, flashing that infuriatingly perfect smile at the crowd as the bids begin again.

You sit back, biding your time, waiting for the last moment to swoop in and snach him out from under some poor unsuspecting soul.

As he looks around the room, your eyes lock a few times, sending little flirtatious smiles to one another before you raise your own card, bidding four million yen for a simple date.

You win. Obviously you do, you knew there would be no competition at that price.

After the auction, you gather your belongings, ready to search for Satoru when he appears by your side, cocktail in hand.

You grin at him, happily accepting as the woman at the table next to you scowls.

"Where'd you get the kind of money to throw it all at a charity event?" He asks curiously, motioning for you to wrap your arm around his and walk with him. You happily accept, turning just enough to the side to wink at the lady who still holds a frown.

"Inheritance. I recently came into some money and thought it'd be best spent doing some good for our city."

"How admirable of you."

It's a lie. You know it, he knows it. Neither of you talk about it.

Stopping at a nearby table, the both of you drop off your empty cocktail glasses, and Satoru helps you get your coat on. It's only a few minutes walk to your place from here, but it's snowing out, perfect for a white Christmas tomorrow.

"Would you be interested in going back to my place for this date?" You offer, playing with the lapels of his jacket.

He chuckles, placing his hands on your hips, leaning in close, his breath on the shell of your ear, sending jolts straight to your core, "how about we go to mine, and I'll show you a night you'll never forget."

You bite your lip and nod, quickly making your way out the door and down the road to his apartment.

As soon as you step foot inside the Tokyo penthouse, your back is against the door, his lips feverishly against yours. You waste no time in unbuttoning his jacket and slipping it off as he quickly unzips your dress and pulls it down, letting it pool on the floor.

He loses his clothes quickly after that, lips still latched to yours as your tongues dance together in the warmth of your mouth. He throws them haphazardly in the foyer before kissing along your jaw from one side to the other, nipping gently on your ear.

You let out a shaky breath as he turns his attention to your neck, chest and stomach, bending down between your legs.

"Such a pretty pussy," he murmurs to himself before placing a quick kiss on it, lifting one leg over his shoulder, and then the other, placing his hands on your hips so you're perfectly balanced, sitting on him.

He licks a strip between your folds up to your clit, before sucking gently. You arch your back, grabbing your breasts to tweak your hardened nipples as he continues his assault on your clit.

Letting go of your hips, he easily slips two fingers into your slick pussy, finding your g-spot with perfect practiced ease. He's always so good at this.

Satoru's moaning, you're moaning and you wouldn't be surprised if there's a noise complaint next week when everyone comes back to work, but you don't care as you rut your hips against his tongue to the best of your abilities.

You clench around him, your core tightening with your impending release as he gives a particularly hard suck, causing you to unravel, your essence pooling on his hand.

He groans, watching your slick drip down your leg, running his tongue up your thigh, before helping you move your legs from his shoulders, down to his waist.

And before you've recovered, he's lining himself up at your entrance, thrusting his hips slowly and shallowly, letting you adjust inch by inch.

His hands are wrapped around your waist as you throw your head back once fully seated on his length. Satoru walks you over into the kitchen, placing your back against the marble kitchen island, pumping a few times before flipping you over.

He easily slips back in as he grabs your hands, holding them behind your back, other hand at the base of your neck, gripping tight.

"Gonna f-finally put a baby in you," he stutters, snapping his hips to your plush ass watching the way it jiggles as you cry out. "You're gonna be so fucking full of me."

He's the first to break the game. He always is and you don't care. You never do when he's fucking you this hard.

"Please, please, please," you beg, tits pressed against the cool countertop.

"Gonna give me a little Christmas miracle, babe?" He asks, you know he doesn't expect an answer, you're nothing but yes and please right now anyway.

He lets go of your neck, to snake his hand between your legs, massaging your clit a few times and that's all it takes before you're exploding around him like a tsunami, trying to milk him for all he's worth.

"Fuck, that's it, that's it, just like that," he groans before he pushes his hips in as far he can go, throwing his head back groaning every syllable of your name as he fills you with his seed.

He shutters, slowing his thrusts before placing his forehead between your shoulders, placing several small kisses, and then he's pulling out, watching both your essence mix and drip down your leg.

He helps you stand on shaky legs, before picking you up and carrying you over to the couch.

Satoru sighs, holding you close on his lap, kissing your forehead several times as he grabs the remote for the fireplace turning it on, the heat enveloping your space in a matter of moments.

"Did you have fun?" He asks quietly, the crackle from the fireplace filling the quiet apartment you share.

"Pretending we don't know each other so I can spend mass amounts of money to undermine women who think they have a shot with my husband, just so he can fuck my brains out? Absolutely." You grin, pecking his lips, then cheek several times.

He asks this question every year, and every year you answer the same way. It's your own little Christmas tradition, after all.