❝ 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. ❞
A Jujutsu Kaisen fan-fiction of Nanami Kento.
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"Have you seen, Y/N?" Utahime leans against Shoko's cubicle.
Shoko pops up from her seat. She takes a look around. It's noon and Nanami's still working at this desk. On any normal day, he would have clocked out by now. How unusual.
"Haven't seen her."
"We were supposed to go to lunch together."
"She seemed kinda tired today." Shoko hums. She wonders if they should just leave you alone, "I could go with you instead."
Utahime sighs, "Let me at least text her to see if she wants anything."
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The text-tone goes off with a notification of a new text message. You don't check it. Heck you didn't even hear it. That was the least of your concerns right now.
A sample of tonight? Right now? At work? Noon? In this shabby bathroom? He must be desperate.
"Utahime's waiting for me...." Your gaze wavers against Gojo's steady ones. It makes you a tad nervous. You did tell the girl you'd gather for lunch.
He pushes you further back until the counter of the sink stops you.
"She can spare a minute." His hands leave your face. They go underneath your untucked shirt. The man's nails drag slowly up your waist. Hm, that feels nice. Your mind shakes away the enticement.
A minute? He's gotta be joking.
"Im not going to let you start something you can't finish." Your eyes size him up and his fingers stop moving against your skin, "And I'm going to need more than a minute if that's the case."
Gojo makes a face, one that shows how unconcerned he is. He's not convinced. This is his territory. He thought himself quite experienced in this realm, "Try five."
You almost laugh, "No one's ever taken me there that quick."
"If I make you cum in five minutes...." It's a dare. His hands come out of your shirt. He sets a timer on his phone, "....then we're making this a habit.~"
That's a bad idea.
But then again, Nanami didn't want you. And, there's absolutely no way Gojo Satoru could pull this off.
"Deal."
One word. That's all it took for him to start the clock. He places his phone somewhere behind you on the counter and pops open the button of your pants. The zipper goes down. Along with your slacks.
Gojo presses a finger against your underwear. Right onto that spot that always gets you excited. He starts off slow and builds up to a nice quick rhythm. It earns him a moan. And he's about to become so undone just by the tone of your voice.
He pulls your underwear to the side and his finger brushes against the slit of your cunt. It's not wet enough. He takes that finger, along with another, into his mouth. The man sucks and lathers them with his spit before he brings it back down to the heat of your sex.
