daily thoughts

may 25th 🧍🏾‍♀️

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Only wrote this because I was fiending over this man in that tight, little black shirt and I had the time to. Enjoy this short chapter of Gojo eating out your little box, then stuffing his dick up into it. This took me a good twenty-five to thirty minutes, surprisingly.

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GOJO SATORU.. hates being away from you. It's something that he physically cannot stand. He likes fucking with you. He likes seeing you throw shit at him when he gets you so flustered. He likes seeing you sitting at your desk with those pretty, thick thighs crossed as you glare up at him and dismiss his presence. He likes watching you part your glossy, plump lips to snap at him or ridicule him. He likes watching you push a strand of your pretty, dark brown hair behind that ear he loves to lick and suck on so much. He likes watching the way your big breasts heave up-and-down fast in those tight, white blouses you wear because he knows they are seconds from bursting open from how angry he has made you.

In general, GOJO SATORU just loves having you mad at him, so he can fuck it all out later.

Visiting his favorite detective is always a must, and angering her, of course, is a practice that must be done regularly.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You frantically ask the crystal blue-eyed individual that had nothing but mischief twinkling in his eyes as he dropped into a low squat in front of your legs. He puts a finger over his lips and winks at you, informing you to do your best to be quiet in the office, otherwise, you'll both get caught when he's pleasuring his glistening, little cunt. Although, even if you were both to get caught, he wouldn't give a damn. He'd still be spelling out the initials of his name and your initials of your first and his last on your clitoris.

You twirl yourself in the chair, scooting yourself back towards your desk and ignoring the sex-hungry man that you were sleeping with for two months straight before he disappeared without a word. The action doesn't faze Gojo, he simply relocates his tall, big ass under your desk and gets on his knees as he forcefully grabs onto your legs. He picks them up and sets them on each arm of your office chair and chuckles, "You didn't miss me?"

You bite down onto your bottom lip, refusing to let out your inner thoughts when you're at work, busy as fuck, "I do not have the time for this! I've told Ms. Fujiwara about letting you in without my permission. Get from under there and leave! I have a meeting to tend to in forty minutes—"

"As always, you are tense. Relax, and let me slurp on this pretty pussy before you go to that awful meeting with those people you don't like.. Don't you want me to suck.. lick.. lap.. all over it and tongue-fuck that pretty hole like I always did?" He smiles, pressing his moist lips up against your inner thigh. The sight of him in between your legs makes your heart flutter and a patch of wetness form on your red lingerie. The second it forms, he glances down and raises a brow at it in interest. He presses his long, index finger up against the patch of wetness formed in the middle and rubs on it in small circles.

You mewl at his finger slowly rubbing over your cunt, "God.."

"Doesn't exist.. it's only me and you right now.. and you.. you are going to get fucked," He assures you with an amused chuckle lingering past his lips, ushering his head forward for him to kiss and lick your weeping cunt through that thin piece of fabric he always hated you wearing. When he's around, he wants them off, so he can push you up against the wall and drill his long extremities in-and-out of that pretty cunt. You reach in between your legs and gently take ahold of its silky, white hair as he opens his mouth over your clad cunt and slurps on it.