Beautiful Disaster || Gojo Satoru

2 | Foreplay

Gojo's hands linger on your sides before moving slowly down the fabric of your dress, fingertips grazing the bare skin of your thigh before moving his hands back, squeezing your ass and hoisting you up.

Lips still latched, barely paying any attention to what's going on around you, he carries you out of the kitchen where you hear a shocked "what the fuck?" from Utahime before squeezing your legs tighter around him as he ascends a staircase.

When he makes it to the landing, tongues still entwined with one another, he removes a hand from your waist and places it against the wall, feeling where he's going until his hand is on a knob, twisting it open, entering and then using his foot to kick it closed.

Gojo takes a few steps, stumbling when one knee hits the bed, causing you both to topple on top of the plush mattress with a series of drunken giggles between kisses. He grinds his hips down on yours, causing you to gasp when you feel his hard length through his pants press into your core.

There's moonlight filtering in through the single window of the room, giving just enough light to where you can see his face and make out the form of his body, and he can do the same with you.

Sitting up, he removes his shirt, unbuckles the belt you didn't realize he had on and kicks off his jeans while you slip the dress off.

You both groan into each other when he leans back down, lips hastily and sloppily finding one another again, feeling Gojo's weight push you further into the mattress, his warm chest pressed against your hardened nipples.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," he mutters, moving a hand down to your lower back and lifting your hips to meet his at a better angle, circling his hips on top of yours. The only thing keeping you separated is the thin fabrics of your panties and his briefs, the wet spot on your panties growing by the second.

You're gasping, moaning out his name and rutting your hips further and harder into his when he kisses a trail down your neck and slips one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the hardened bud.

When Gojo nips and tugs on your nipple playfully, he brings his other hand up to tweak the other. You have a hand in his soft, fluffy white hair, pushing him down further into you. He groans as you do this, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through your body - your hand that's on his shoulder digs in, leaving little crescent moons in your wake.

Gojo moves down, slowly, teasingly. The moonlight is casting a shadow over his face, enough to where to can still make out the hungry look in his eyes, watching you as he licks and kisses past your navel, leisurely sliding himself off the end of his bed where he hooks his fingers through the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs until they're off.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he says and you can feel your face flush when you sit up and see him pushing your thighs further apart, exposing your glistening pussy.

And then you feel it - the little metal ball attached to his tongue when he dips his head down, licking a strip between your holds, the ball making contact with your clit where he swirls it around a few times.

"Oh god," you're moaning, gripping his hair harder than you intended, toes curling at the contact and your back arches off the bed immediately.

You can feel the vibration of his chuckle start at the apex of your thighs, running through the rest of your body, arousal coating his tongue and he continues. It's messy; spit and slick dripping from your soaked cunt. It's sure to be all over his face but he doesn't seem to care.

There's a knot forming in the center of your stomach, one nobody has ever made you feel without the help of toys, while he sucks and runs the ball of his tongue ring over your clit in small, dizzying circles.