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Watching Nanami Kento at work could make even the most ardent non-believers worship God.

Kneading. Spreading. Every motion of his strong hands deliberate and purposeful. Muscles rippling in his forearms with each movement.

You watch - almost hypnotized - as the devilishly handsome baker at your favorite bakery prepares his dough for tomorrow. By

God

were you glad you managed to bat your lashes

just

enough to convince him to let you stay after closing - for

educational

purposes, of course.

Your thighs squeeze together involuntarily as long fingers sink

deep

into the dough, squeezing. Pulling. Teasing. A delicate bead of sweat trickling down between his furrowed brows and disappearing enticingly between those chiseled collarbones. Oh, how you

wished

it was

you

under his hands instead.

'How long 's it gonna take? I see the way you 're watching me, y 'know. '

A low rumble breaks the silence, sending tremors down your spine - all the way to your already-heated cunt. Eyes snapping up to meet Nanami 's darkened ones, your face burns at being caught red-handed. Stammering out excuses, 'W-wha- I didn 't- '

Soft dough now forgotten, he steps closer, presence overwhelming, dominating the space around you. 'Always do. Watching me with such

slutty

eyes. ' Low words that make your pussy

throb

. You 're dumbfounded by his eyes, intense and

stripping

- making you feel so exposed and vulnerable before him.

In the dimly lit kitchen, the tension is palpable. You can 't help but lean into his presence, standing toe-to-toe with his muscled front.

With a slight smirk curling his lips, Nanami leans in, his breath warm against your ear and making you shudder in anticipation. 'But don 't worry, darling. I

like

it. '

They 're the last words said before he pulls you into a searing kiss, a hand tight around your neck, neat fingernails digging into your skin, pulling you impossibly closer to him as his tongue demands entry, intertwining with yours. It 's possessive, it 's feral - and tastes oh so very

sweet

- just like his delicate pastries.

Nanami breathes you in like a man

starved

. A desperation that carries into your frantic fingers untying that godforsaken apron.

And in

his

steady hands as they lift you up as if you weigh nothing, fingers groping and kneading your ass as he seats you on the kitchen counter. The surface cold under where your skirt was messily bunched up. 'Mm-

hngh-

please, Nanami. '

Pulling away with a final bite to your lower lip, he leaves a trail of wet, sloppy kisses down your body that send chills racing through you, and have your thighs rubbing together for an

ounce

of friction.

'Tch ' Of course, he wasn 't a fan. Grip bruising, manhandling your legs open so shamefully, he splays you out

deliciously

for him. Nanami 's greedy gaze

devours

the sinful way your dripping cunt leaks through your thin panties - ones you wore

especially

for him.

Seems he knew too, pushing his glasses up contemplatively before dropping onto his knees with a fucked out

oh

. 'Always knew you were naughty, darling, but to be such a

slut?

Driving me crazy, hm? ' his voice thick with desire and whispered mere millimeters away from your swollen folds.

Moaning softly, you arch your back into the warm breath hitting your quivering cunt, whining out an embarrassed '

Noo

- only for

you

, Nanami. '

'Oh yeah? ' Huffing out a dark chuckle, he all but

rips

off your soaked panties. The tattered fabric stark against the sterile floor. You gasp at the cold air that hits your heated cunt - but not for long, because Nanami 's hot mouth is on it like a man dying of thirst.

Nose-deep in your pussy, the cold metal of his glasses makes you flinch in sensitivity. His hands spread your cunt bruisingly, letting his tongue bully it 's way past your folds, urgently lapping at your juices as if you were the sweetest damn thing he 's ever tasted.

Chin hitting your cunt, nose rubbing against your pulsing clit, he makes out with your sloppy pussy in methodical,

merciless

movements of his tongue that have you keening and bucking your hips for

more more more.

Looking up at you over his glasses, his hungry gaze devours your half-lidded eyes, the grip searing on his hair, and the whimpers of his name leaving your swollen lips just as

greedily

as the mouth on your slutty cunt.

'Wanted this right, darling? ' he murmurs, lips hot against your own. Vibrations making slick bead out of your cunt and pool onto his waiting lips. 'Wanted to

break

under my hands? '

'Yes. Yes, yes yes, s 'all I 've wanted. '

teary whimpers leave your bruised lips, you craved the sting of his hands, the burn of his fingers. Your hips buck uncontrollably, grinding yourself against his mouth as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

Hands now groping every inch of skin he could find, leaving pretty purple marks that remind you of his mouth-watering pies.

Exploring every curve and valley, bending you to his will, languid where his tongue was merciless. Savoring you. Groping your breasts, squeezing your ass, as if he wanted everything all at once.

Your entire body was sore now. Cunt throbbing in sympathy with the tender flesh. Marks littering your skin as if you 'd been thrown to the

wolves.

Ah, all these weeks you 'd been right - heaven really

was

in Nanami Kento 's hands. And right now you were putty in them.

He grasped your thighs, squeezing them roughly and lifting them higher, opening you wider for his unforgiving pace.

Clearly

enjoying the way your face contorted in pain and pleasure, Kento slipped a finger inside you.

One. Then two.

Stretching you to your limits

.

Spreading open your already-stretched entrance further.

His fingers frantic now, fucked-out, jerky movements. Wilder. Animalistic. Driving you closer and closer to the edge.

'Open your mouth. '

You listen - drunk on his tongue as yours lolls out so lewdly. The taste hits you before the realization - sweet sugar and the taste of

you

on your tongue as two thick fingers are shoved into your mouth. They reach the back of your throat, pressing

hard

onto your tongue. You force yourself to fight off the gagging as some

animalistic

part of you sucks desperately on them for the sweet, sweet taste.

'Almost as sweet as you. ' Nanami groans, words muffled into your cunt and sending white-hot pleasure racing up your spine. Words hanging in the air, he speeds up the movements of his mouth, frantic movements matching your

need

for more.

Your climax hits you with a jolt, cumming till you see stars behind your eyes. Maybe it was his words, maybe it was the way his tongue quirked

just right

on your throbbing clit to make you throw your head back as you fell apart underneath him.

'

Hngh- Oh fuck, Nanami. M 'cum- cumming!

' you whine, grinding your cunt down impossibly harder on his pretty face. Fingers tangled in his silky blond locks as you force him deeper, riding out your high greedily.

You 're still dazed - vision blurry as Nanami pulls away from your cunt with a lewd

squelch!

getting up from his position kneeling on the floor. 'So delicious on m 'tongue, darling. '

Devastatingly handsome face flushed, breaths ragged, muscled front now pressing against your sinfully spread legs. And in your orgasm-hazed mind you still manage to hear the

arousing

clink of a belt unbuckling, and the metallic screech against marble of the nearby bowl of your favorite frosting being pulled closer.

White

- to match the precum dribbling down his leaking cock.

The distinct feeling of something wet and

achingly hard

against your needy cunt.

Oh.

Ah

, it really was a sweet, sweet life.

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You didn 't exactly think the live calligraphy show your friend dragged you to was about to have you on the edge of your seat.

But here you were.

Eyes locked on the way the tall figure onstage, clad in a dark yukata - sinfully slipping off to reveal a milky, toned shoulder. Geto Suguru exudes an air of raw sexuality that the entire audience was aware of, eyes not being able to decide between the masterpiece on the canvas or the masterpiece of a man on stage.

His fingers, long and agile, effortlessly over the bamboo pen. Each stroke a sensual caress, dark eyes pools of desire that match his long, flowing locks, and the inky characters on the page.

Chest heaving with passion, with a final, dramatic sweep of his arm, Geto completes the last stroke. And as the audience erupts into applause, you merely stay rooted to your seat, thighs pressing together and breath caught in your throat - only one thought ringing in your mind.

You just

had

to have him.

Which is why you found yourself following your friend to the chaotic atmosphere backstage. But despite the buzz of activity, you could still hear Geto 's deep, velvety voice carrying through the crowd.

Pushing through the sea of people, 'Ah! Long time no see, Geto-san. This is my friend, she really enjoyed your performance tonight, ' your friend introduced, gesturing towards you.

Eyes gleaming he turns to you, 'Oh, is that so? '

'Yeah, I enjoyed it

very

much. ' you grin, batting your lashes. Relishing in the way Geto 's dark eyes appraise you from head to toe. Taking in

every inch

of you - and you do the same.

Geto 's eyes harden, as if deciding on something. 'I 'm flattered. Why don 't you two lovely ladies join me for some drinks with the crew? '

Yeah, you

had

to have him - you just didn 't think that would be so

easy

.

Walls lined with paintings, the scent of ink and

sin

hung heavy in the air, as you two snuck away from the animated group downing celebratory shots. Geto 's hand hot in yours as he leads you down a dimly-lit corridor to 'his favorite lil ' spot ', as he 'd whispered to you.

You could tell you were getting closer - because Geto promptly pulls you closer, hands grasping your waist possessively.

'No turning back now, pretty girl. ' he whispers, breath hot against your ear.

'S 'all I want,

Suguru.

' you mutter, desire coursing through you like a wildfire, pooling into something sticky and

hot

at your cunt.

Perhaps seeing the pure, feral

need

in your eyes, Suguru murmurs, leaving no room for disagreement now, 'Follow me. '

The room he led you to was heady with seductive candles, beautiful artwork lining the walls.

His own

- you assume, as Suguru leads you to a low wooden table in the center of the room. On it is a bottle of sake and two cups.

Movements fluid and precise, Suguru pours the sake, filling it to the brim. He hands it to you, eyes never leaving your face. 'Drink up, pretty girl. ' he hums, low and seductive. And honestly

fuck

stranger danger, how could you not when he looks at you like

that?

So you drink, sake burning its way down your throat. Predatory eyes locked on you as you set down the cup, Suguru 's mouth quirks up into a sly grin around his as he asks, 'Liked it? '

You 've barely gotten out the nod - not trusting yourself to speak - before Suguru downs his shot abruptly, slamming down the cup with a

thunk!

Lips parting slightly, slender fingers squish your cheeks together into an almost-embarrasing pout. Forcing you to look up at him with an almost predatory grace as he looms closer. You don 't know if you should 've expected the steady, warm stream of sake and saliva that hits your tongue. Sliding so obscenely down your throat.

Guess Suguru Geto was

filthy

in bed where he was the embodiment of grace in public.

It 's sweet on your tongue - both the sake and

Suguru.

Eyes glassy, a mixture of sake and drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth - Suguru

really can 't

help the lips that come crashing down on yours, tongue plunging deep into your mouth. His tongue was relentless, keeping yours intertwined in a heady kiss.

Arms wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to his heated body. Hands tugging on your hair, mapping your curves. All the way up to cup your breasts, thumbs running tight, little circles around your perked nipples.

You moan into the heated kiss as something

rock-hard

pokes your thigh. Hand greedily grabbing at his yukata with the need for

more.

Breaking the kiss, Suguru 's breaths come in ragged gasps. 'On your knees, pretty girl. '

And what Geto Suguru wants, Geto Suguru gets.

Which is why you were sat, eyes

hungry

and greedily watching the way Suguru slowly, and deliberately peels open the front of his yukata, exposing his toned torso. A sly grin curling his lips at you gape at his leaking cock, standing proud and

achingly

hard. Thick and unforgiving.

Fuck, could you really take him in your mouth?

He was at least twice as big as anyone else you 've been with before '

'Open. ' he orders, voice low and commanding and making your cunt clench so deliciously in anticipation. Suguru 's flushed tip pokes your lips - glossy with sake and saliva - precum salty on your tongue.

God, he was huge.

Parting your mouth wider, lips stretching around his length you desperately try to fuck him into your mouth - eager to please.

But it just wasn 't enough.

Because Suguru has a

searing

grip on your hair, holding your head steady as he pushed his cock all the way down your throat. Delicate veins throbbing against the roof of your mouth as he starts up a steady,

merciless

pace fucking your mouth as if you were nothing but a fucktoy.

'C 'mon now, you said s 'all you want. Better act like it, pretty girl. ' he chuckles darkly, pushing you impossibly further down so that your nose presses into the tufts of thick, black hair at his pelvis. Like delicate strokes of a fine art. Breathing in the heady, masculine scent so sinfully.

This man is a masterpiece

, you think deliriously - completely cock-drunk as you gag around his length, eyes burning at the way his fat tip hits your abused throat.

Over and over.

A ceaseless cadence you were losing your mind to.

'

Oh, fuck. Yeah, jus ' like that.

' he hisses, as you tongue at his slit. Fingers deftly pressing around your neck to feel his dick ramming down your throat.

The once-serene room rings with your pathetic, wet gurgles around Suguru 's cock and the smacking of skin on skin as his heavy balls hit your chin. 'Take it,

take it all.

'

You moan, body arching as you claw at his toned hips for some semblance of stability. Nails digging neat lines down his milky skin. Balls tightening, he thrusts animalistically into your mouth, each one deeper and harder than the last, cock sliding in and out of you brutally.

Messy.

Saliva and precum drip down his length, dirtying his yukata. Tears streak down your cheeks onto Suguru 's wrist, fingers tightening ferally around your throat. Blood roaring in your ears, choking at both the throbbing cock and the hand blocking your airway.

It was so

fucking

messy.

So it only made sense that Suguru 's orgasm was the same.

With a guttural cry of your name, Suguru came in hot spurts of cum, shooting rope after rope down your ready throat as his cock pulsed and stuttered in your mouth. You felt so

dirty

, his seed pooling on your tongue.

But he wasn 't done - no, far from it - pulling out from your abused mouth with a lewd

pop!

Twitching cock heavy on your face as he paints your face white. Hips bucking deliriously, a smug smirk playing on his lips at his masterpiece.

Face and mouth covered in his cum, fucked out enough that you basically had heart eyes looking at Suguru, you ready yourself to swallow it

all.

Needing to taste Suguru

immediately.

Ah, but one can 't get everything they want.

Because Suguru drops to his knees, hand still tight around your throat as he captures your lips with his. Teeth clashing, lips bruising, forcing his tongue down your throat. Tasting himself. Tasting

you.

It was absolutely

animalistic.

A barely-lucid, disappointed whine leaves your swollen lips as he pulls away. Only to spit

once. Twice. Three times

on your face.

You flinch as wads of saliva and his cum hit your face,

warm

and dripping down your cheeks. Staining the pristine tatami mats below as they fall with a resounding

tap! tap! tap!

And you

gladly

offer yourself up for the abuse. A fucked out smile spreading across your face as you take in the feeling of being so

debauched

by Suguru. Somewhat-delirious, you barely register the dark mutter against your ear, 'Hope you 're not tapping out yet, pretty girl.

I haven 't even gotten out my paintbrushes yet. '

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'Strip. '

Standing in the dimly lit room, red-hot irritation flashes behind your eyes as you bristle at the words falling out of his mouth -

devastatingly

handsome had it not been for that smug, leering smirk.

Eyes half-lidded, long legs spread on that gaudy armchair, smoke falling from Sukuna 's lips as he stares at you intently. Eyes piercing through yours over his cigar.

Demanding

compliance.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you rip your gaze from his, flitting panickedly between the imposing yakuza boss in front of you - all alluring tattoos, and heavy, gold rings - and the glinting pistol that lay silently on one, muscular thigh.

You can feel the heat of his gaze burning into your skin as your hands tremble, fumbling with those tedious buttons. Breathing heavy, nipples hardening - your top hits the floor.

God

, what the

fuck

have you gotten yourself into.

Cursing your father 's debt, you move on to your pants. Desperately trying to avoid catching a glimpse of those blown-out pupils, something prickly and

hot

pooling in your stomach.

Shit.

You won 't start liking this - you

refuse

to start liking this.

One by one, it falls away. Leaving you bare and completely exposed under Sukuna 's intense scrutiny. A low growl escapes his lips at the way your thighs clench together so sinfully, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

'Come here, doll. ' Low, raspy words that go straight to your cunt. But you steel yourself, heels clacking against the polished floor as you step closer. And

closer

. Watching the way he drinks in your naked form.

But apparently

too slow.

Before you can even react, a muscled arm reaches out, pulling you to fall into his waiting lap, straddling those toned hips. A jolt of electricity going through your body as you register the cold metal of the gun digging into your leg.

Sukuna leans forward, the scent of tobacco and

sin

overwhelming your senses.

'Dance f 'me. '

Shit.

How

dare

he talk to you this way - and how

dare

you let your pussy clench in anticipation at his

demeaning

tone.

Biting back a groan at the way your hardened nipples brush against his button-up, you tentatively roll your hips forward. A thrill going straight to your pussy as something

long

and

thick

presses against you. Involuntarily, you press closer, grinding against him.

Hard.

Large, calloused hands find your ass. Squeezing

roughly

to pull you closer, rocking your hips back and forth on his throbbing erection.

Back and forth back and forth back and-

Cool metal pressed against your skin - the barrel of his glinting gun pressed lightly against your forehead. Goosebumps erupt down your spine, painfully prickling at your skin as you realize just what the fuck he was doing. 'As much as I love you humping me like a

bitch in heat

, doll. I

asked

you to dance f 'me. ' he murmurs, tone was positively

dripping

with something dark and dangerous.

Well,

you think, gritting your teeth in determination.

Might as well give the bastard what he asks for.

Staring defiantly

right

into those darkened, intense eyes, you begin moving your body agonizingly slow. Hands tantalizingly tracing the outline of your body. Teasingly caressing the skin, sliding your fingers along your collarbone, down your rib cage, grazing your navel before slithering lower.

Lower.

Your soaked cunt forming a wet patch right on his straining erection.

Sukuna 's eyes follow your

every

move -

every

circle of your hips down on his throbbing bulge. The corner of his mouth curving into a satisfied smile as he takes in the sight of you so sinful and shamefully exposed for him.

The desire simmering beneath his composed exterior is basically palpable.

And then, it

snaps.

Suddenly, his arm snaps up, grabbing bruisingly at your waist. With a slow, deliberate motion, he takes a long drag of his cigar - blowing the smoke right in your face, the warm breath mingling with the heady air.

Your surprised gasp is swallowed by his heated kiss, tongues wrestling as a hand digs into the tender skin of your neck. As if he

owns

you.

Hips bucking wildly, and more frantically on Sukuna 's clothed cock - the expensive fabric of his pants now wet with your slick and his precum. You lose yourself in the moment.

But what you

do

register is the sharp unzipping of his pants.

Snapping your eyes open, they meet with the large, leaking cock now pulsing in his hands, prominent veins glistening with precum that dribbles down his flushed head. Pulling away, you rip your gaze from his throbbing erection to look in his eyes - with what, fear? Anticipation?

Both?

Sukuna lounges back on his armchair leisurely, relishing the way you watch - somewhat-awestruck - as his large hand begins moving in small, unhurried motions up and down his rock-hard length.

A harsh push of the barrel against your forehead snaps you out of your debauched reverie. 'Didn 't tell ya to stop, did I, doll? ' he hisses out, venomous and

needy.

The tension in the room is almost tangible, the air thick with lust and fear. As you watch the rhythmic jerks of Sukuna 's hand on his erect cock -

up and down up and down up and-

your body betrays you.

Mind hazy with arousal, you place your hands on his shoulders, cunt clenching at the strong, defined muscle beneath your fingertips. You lean forward, lips meeting his in a desperate, desperate kiss.

Pulling away, you reach for his heavy cock, wrapping your fingers around it, feeling it 's thickness and the heat. Sukuna lets out a low growl, eyes closing momentarily as you begin to stroke him in urgent, desperate tugs that have his hips bucking involuntarily.

As you let him fuck your fist like his own personal fleshlight, you grind down against his thigh.

Hard.

His tight, twitching ball stimulating your clit

just right

as you get yourself off on Sukuna like a bitch in heat.

Maybe it was the pure feral need in your hazy eyes - or maybe it was the way you lean your head into the gun pressing against your forehead - but Sukuna 's eyes widen, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. Only growing more amused by the second as you lean impossibly closer to take the cigar from his hand, placing it between your lips.

Drawing deeply, inhaling the sweet, rich flavor of the tobacco. As you exhale, you deliberately blow the smoke into his face, the tendrils of vapor swirling around his beautiful features, mixing with the sweat and the scent of his cologne.

A deep bark of laughter makes Sukuna throw his head back - and

you

to clench around nothing on his lap. Hips becoming more and more animalistic against his. Your wrist now aching and wet with precum, becoming so,

so

sloppy trying to get both yourselves off.

Sukuna wraps his arm around you, pulling you close, his hand cupping your breast possessively. The other surges back with the gun on your forehead - where it had been faltering from pleasure before. 'Make us come within the next five seconds before I blow your head off,

doll.

'

One.

Your fingers tighten around his cock, milking him. Movements from both ends become more and more

filthy

with the need to release.

Two.

You cup his heavy balls in your hands, clit catching on his zipper and making you mewl at the stimulation.

Three.

A thumb pressing down between his balls,

hard.

Hips stuttering with your impending release, losing your mind with each stroke.

Four.

Sukuna body goes rigid, choking on what sounds like your name, bottom lip catching between his teeth as he throws his head back and-

Five.

Cums all over your fist, thick, hot spurts of seed that paint your hands white. Splattering on your palm, and onto the chair below.

You

not too far behind as your body bows into his, stars behind your eyes as you chase peak after peak grinding down on his lap. You shudder, release taking everything out of you until it 's nothing more than mere tingles.

A finger on the trigger. Pulling.

Click!

As Sukuna 's maniacal laughter rings in the heady room, you blink away the haze of your orgasm as you realizing with a jolt that

there were no fucking bullets.

Yet this bastard shot you anyway.

Skin heated against yours, lips ghosting your ear as Sukuna whispers. Low and gravelly.

'I don 't need a gun to kill, doll. '

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'You see, I

really, really

need this A to pass, sir. ' you bat your lashes innocently, slightly whiny yet not desperate - at least, not

yet.

Short skirt hiking up as you lean over the desk in Professor Gojo 's stuffy office. Making sure that

tight

top you purposefully wore lets those striking blue eyes see a

perfect

view of your breasts - no bra today, of course.

Eyes flickering down.

Once. Twice.

Success.

Yet, Professor Gojo 's easy grin stays steadfast, 'Well, maybe you should have studied harder then, hm? ' You 'd almost be fooled by his little act, yet your eyes catch the way he subtly crosses his legs, something stirring in those alluring cerulean eyes as he looks up at you through his lashes.

Deciding to play along, huffing as you cross your arms across your chest, 'I

did,

maybe you should just let me take on an assignment for extra credit. '

His eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows raising in question, 'What

kind

of assignment? '

You bite your lips coyly, holding back a smirk at the way he makes it so

easy

for you. Reaching out immediately to trace a thumb across his full lips, leaning down far enough that your tits were basically spilling out of your top now.

'The one where you fuck me, right here. Right now, on this desk. '

You could feel his pulse quickening against your hand, voice strained with need. 'I should

fail

you right now for this. '

Brushing your lips against his earlobe, you whisper, 'But you won 't,

sir.

'

Before you can react, in one, fluid motion strong arms lift you off the desk to splay you out so sinfully on it. You almost get whiplash from his pure strength, brought back only by the feeling of his muscular thighs warm against your ass.

'If you want that A, then prove how badly you need it. '

Your heart races as you nod, cheeks flaring with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. With a feral grin, you spread your legs apart, toying with that soaked g-string - exposing your bare pussy. Beads of slick pooling underneath you on the desk as the way Gojo 's eyes harden as you clench around

nothing.

You trail your hands enticingly down, down

down.

A delicate finger swiping at your folds, collecting your juices - popping

right

into your mouth. A smug huff of laughter leaves you at the way Gojo 's mouth drops into a surprised

oh!

'You 're such a lil ' fucking minx, princess. '

You needed him

now.

Rubbing your thumb over your swollen clit, index finger bullying its way into your snug cunt the way you wanted Gojo to. You gasp, arching your back as waves of pleasure,

'Oh, sir! Mmm- feel s 'good inside me. Want more- hah- '

Pornographic whines of pleasure send blood rushing straight to Gojo 's cock. He was losing his mind at your little show. He was going insane.

'

Your

turn now

.

' you mewl,

Your hungry gaze was locked with Gojo 's as he stands, removing his belt and unbuckling his pants. Your eyes follow the movement greedily, mouth watering at the

impressive

size of his erection. Leaking tip furiously flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink. Delicate beads of precum smearing on the frantic, jerky movements of his fist

up and down and up and down and-

It 's a silent staredown. Your fingers matching the delicious rhythm of his fist, urgently fucking yourselves to each other. Trying to see who would break first. Up and down up and down - in and out in and out. Faster.

'Didn 't think you were all talk,

sir

. '

That 's what makes the great Gojo Satoru

break.

Surging forward in hasty steps, your hands pinned to the cold surface of the desk, pussy now quivering in loneliness.

Smack!

'Count to five, then I 'll give what you want. If you can 't even do that then I don 't think you deserve an A,

princess

. '

'O-one. ' You whine at the harsh hand that smacks your ass, large handprint stinging into your searing skin.

'This the hand? ' Gojo whispers, voice ragged. Inspecting your hands before his tongue sticks out to lick a

long,

languid stripe up your fingers, pooling your juices on his tongue. Pretty blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as he licks your fingers clean so filthily.

Electricity courses through your veins as his long fingers deftly

rip

off your flimsy g-string, pocketing it safely in his work pants. You have half the mind to snark about it before you register Gojo 's throbbing cock flush against your pussy, leaking tip teasing in between your dripping folds leisurely.

Your slick mixing with his precum, trailing down down

down

his glistening length, pooling on where he tightly gripped his base - splattering onto the hardwood office floor with a deafening

tap! tap! tap!

that matched the heartbeat in your ears.

'Beg for it, princess. '

'Hmmm,

no.

'

Smack! Smack!

'Ah! Three! Hah- please, sir. '

You didn 't even know exactly what you were begging for - but you got

exactly

what you wanted. Breath catching in your throat at the way Gojo pushed into you with a raspy grunt, cock hot and heavy against your fluttering walls.

His sheer size makes you feel like you 'll split apart any second now, but oh how you

desperately

wanted to be broken by him.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Gojo began to thrust. Shallow, mindless strokes, each one just to drive his enormous cock deeper to fit into your snug, ravaged cunt.

'Fuck me,

please

, sir. Need you feel me up insi- '

Smack!

'...four. ' you whisper, voice strained with

need

and frustration.

Ass sore, marks probably there for days. Your words catch pathetically in your throat as Gojo loses grip on his restraint - or his sanity - whichever one would break you first. Sheathing himself inside your dripping heaven till his heavy balls smacked your clit, your ass flush against the neat tufts of white at his pelvis.

Wasting no time, Gojo starts up at an uncontrollable,

merciless

pace, every inch of him being forced all the way into your snug pussy. Your walls suck him up greedily as his prominent veins throb and graze

just

right on all your sweet spots.

'This what you wanted, princess? ' he rasps out, pace unwavering. 'This is what you wanted, right? To be fucked like the pretty little

slut

that you are, huh? '

'Yes! Yes, please, sir. '

Each ramming of his cock drives you further and further up the cold desk, a pathetic little

ah! ah! ah!

leaving your mouth at each slam. Knees weakened by his relentless pounding

, you didn 't know how you were gonna hold yourself up anymore-

Ah, but you didn 't have to. Gojo Satoru, ever the gentleman, wrapped a single, muscular arm under your hips, kneading the skin underneath his fingertips, fucking you deeper onto his cock as if you were his personal

fucktoy.

'Oh fuck! Hngh- sir,

right there.

' you yelp at the new angle, his furiously flushed tip kissing your cervix so painfully good, g-spot abused as he grazes it

over and over.

Smack!

'Ah, sir! Five- '

And then you 're cumming. Hips pushing back animalistically, fucking yourself through your high. Chasing peak after peak.

Boneless and exhausting, dripping cunt clamping down on him you mewl, 'Fill me up inside, sir! Wanna feel it dripping down my legs. ' At the sound of your voice, Gojo 's eyes rolled back, his features contorted in pure ecstasy as his cock twitches savagely inside you, finally letting himself release. Cum gushing out in thick, pulsating spurts.

Filling your abused pussy to the brim, coating your walls an obscene white. Gojo keeps fucking himself through it, milking even the last drops of his length on your cunt. Breaths ragged, hips animalistic, low murmurs of your name leaving his lips.

And as his climax bates into nothing more but mere tingles, lust-hazed, tired ears catch the distant knocking from outside. Ah, right

that

appointment.

Blinking back the vision to his eyes, he looks down at you. All fucked-out, swollen lips pouty, and his cum dribbling enticingly down your thighs. Oh how he just wants to bite into you - or have half the mind to just send you out there like this to show all those college losers who you

belong

to.

Or,

he thinks, eyes twinkling as he looks down at the

generously

large space under his desk.

You catch his gaze, a dangerous glint in them as he maps every curve and dip of your body. Marked and so very obviously

his.

Your pretty lips falling into a soft

oh!

as you realize just what idea was forming behind those darkened blue eyes.

'Come in. '

Before you know it, you 're shoved hastily under the desk, Gojo 's still-furiously flushed tip kissing your bruised lips as the door swings open.

God,

if every assignment was like this then you 'd probably end up valedictorian '