Asahi Shimbun 朝日新聞 ⋮ Nanami Kento

Chapter 8

It was anything but gentle.

"Oh my god..."

Your head thuds against the table of the break room. The one that you're currently laying atop. There's a heat pulsating through your blood from the point where his tongue is driving you mad. And your hands are above you, gripping onto the edge of the table. His soft white-hair brushes against your sensitive thighs and it was its own kind of pleasurable inducement in comparison to all the other things he's currently doing to you.

Gojo Satoru wanted, so badly, to have you this entire time. Now that he's reached the place that he was so desperate to get to, he wanted to savor the moment.

A part of you wanted to refuse, but Gojo regrettably, is extremely good-looking. It didn't help that his smooth, alluring persona can be very persuasive if he played it the right way. It's not that you weren't ready either (for the physical at least), you absolutely were. You've been more than ready. And his touch now overrides all semblance of willpower and reason that you've created against him or anyone actually. Any ounce of refusal you harbored, completely left you the moment he kissed you.

The sound of your voice is raw and intense. It makes him ache and twitch terribly beneath the fabric currently restraining him from claiming you. He's reached the point of no return. The man wanted to watch you completely dissolve in pleasure beneath him. And he will do anything to make sure of it.

Gojo removes his mouth and fingers which had been gathering your wetness this entire time. He brings himself to a stand. The man allows your disheveled form to watch him taste all of your arousal that shines and drips down his hand to the wrist. He brings his fingers into his mouth and relishes the taste of you. And he does it slowly.

"Sweet." He says this with an unwavering gaze. After all, it is his favorite, "Much better than the pudding."

He left you practically naked against the table. Wearing nothing but your unbuttoned dress shirt. It wasn't fair, the fact that he's still fully clothed. The sudden absence of the man's touch may have made you deprived and desperate for more. He made it feel so good. He made you feel so damn good. It's almost a whine, "Fuck me."

"I never knew you were such a dirty girl." He smirks at your impatience for him. Just for this moment, you were his. Entirely and completely his. And it fuels his desire for sexual fulfillment—with you. He unbuckles himself, "Do you fuck guys in the office a lot?"

If only he knew the things Fushiguro Toji use to do to you. But if it was anyone who made you feel dirty, it was Zenin Naoya.

"No." You answer honestly while you watch him undress himself. Gojo Satoru is very, very well endowed. Then you wonder if he had done these types of things at his previous job, "Did you?"

Gojo climbs on top of you. He's done these types of things many times. More than he can count. But it's not something he intends to share with you, "I don't fuck guys."

You make a face at his humor which may not have presented in the best of times. You manage a chuckle but he swallows your laughter with his mouth quickly. His kiss is tender, yet rough. You finally feel him against you. This ache of his, that has been yearning to feel the deepest parts of you, finally feels you—all of you.

Gojo's lips are still attentive to your own. He'll make the table shake underneath you. He'll make you come back twice for more. And he'll make your moans shatter against the walls of, Asashi Shimbun.