𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

The party and the after party 🍋

This chapter contains explicit sexual content. If you do not wish to read it, skip ahead to the following chapter and you will not miss the plot of the story at all. Now that that's over with, yes, I'm back with another song suggestion no one asked for: 'The party and the after party' by the Weeknd :).

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Satoru practically races home through the streets of Tokyo as if he's letting all his frustration out on the gas pedal of his car. When we eventually pull into his apartment's garage, he rushes round to open my door and scoops me out into his arms, not even giving me time to place my feet onto the ground. I laugh in surprise at his actions and he carries me towards the lift before pressing the button for his floor.

"Please can you put me down now?" I ask him, looking at the floor below me hopefully.

"Nope." He responds simply as he readjusts his grip so it's more secure. I roll my eyes at his response.

"It would be weird if we just walked out of the elevator like this and someone saw us." I point out nervously.

"How many times do I have to say it, I really do not care about what other people do or do not see." He says, looking down at me. I haven't really seen him act like this before, it's like he's angry at me, but because he wants to have sex with me? I don't know... I barely understand his basic emotional functions anyway so no need to try to psychoanalyse him if it just ends up pointing to some kind of kink.

I suddenly realise that these are only thoughts a drunk person could have and I laugh to myself. Satoru looks down at me in confusion and I have to stop myself from laughing further, so I end up just making these weird, stifled, giggling noises that probably make him think I'm having some kind of stroke. Nonetheless, his hand that's wrapped around my inner thigh tightens it's grip, which actually makes me stop laughing this time.

He smiles down at my newfound obedience and I have to look away as my cheeks feel like they're on fire. The lift doors finally slide open and as Satoru carries me out I do a quick scan of the corridor to check if anyone's there, but there's no-one which is a relief. He somehow manages to unlock the door with me still in his arms and we make our way into his apartment.

He walks towards the living room and tosses me onto his couch which is luckily huge so I manage not to roll off. I laugh as he throws me down because the whole situation just seems slightly funny. He shuts me up by kissing me roughly as he climbs on top of me and I notice that he's already taken his shirt off, leaving just his trousers. I run my hands down from behind his neck, allowing them to feel all over his abs and lower stomach, but before I can reach below his belt he grabs both of my wrists with his free hand.

He moves my hands above my head so they're outstretched over the back of the sofa and breaks the kiss momentarily. Pulling back, he looks down at me through lidded eyes and I hold my breath as his intense stare appears to travel right through me. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a blindfold and I sigh.

"Satoru, you know how much I hate you wearing that thing." I say in protest

"It's not for me." He says as he brings my hands down from over my head and towards him. I watch him intensely as he wraps the black material around them twice, binding them together. "Better." He says as he moves my hands back up to above my head where they were beforehand. I can't lie that I was apprehensive at first, but him acting like this is so hot.

He resumes the kiss and pulls at my bottom lip with his teeth causing me to open my mouth further and giving him greater access. He grabs my jaw with his hand, pushing it upwards as he sucks at my neck and collarbones, sliding my dress straps off my shoulders in the process. That's going to leave a mark. Now that he's no longer holding my hands above my head, I reach to entangle them in his hair but he grabs them before I can do so.