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𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑋 𝑀𝐼𝐿𝐹 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝐻𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑛. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜?

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑘, 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦, 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 (𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑎) 𝑒𝑡𝑐

𝐴/𝑁: ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡.

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✯𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢'𝑠 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑃𝑒𝑛

𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦❤︎

To think that the young master Gojo would stay true to his words when he promised you that he would visit you in the night to have dinner and spend what he called “quality time” with you and your son.

Guys around his age were mostly talk and not action. Always making big promises that they knew weren't able to fulfil, but Gojo? Nope you underestimated him, deeply so too.

Hence the reason you stood stiff at your door entrance, gazing at the young 21 year old who had a huge grin on his face, a bag in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. He's really here, and neatly dressed too in a black turtleneck sweater, grey slacks and black boots to match. To top off his looks, he had his signature dark glasses resting at the top of his white head of white pillowy hair.

Just then you became very conscious of your attire. Plain black shorts and a pink crop top that had your nipples poking through the milk stain on your top.

You felt ashamed, appearing to the young man in such a state, you almost slammed the door in his face to go change, but the sound of his voice brought you back to reality.

“Mrs. Hiroshima, aren't you gonna let me in? I brought dinner, just like I promised,” he said as he held up the bag that you now saw that was filled with dishes of food.

“Uhm… yeah sure come in,” you said, stepping away from the doorway and allowing him to step inside your husband’s home. You locked the door before moving towards the kitchen where you had your baby babbling away with his pacifier in his mouth in his high chair around the kitchen counter.

“You have a lovely house Mrs. Hiroshima,” Gojo complimented as he rested the bag on the counter and went towards your baby to tickle underneath his chin, “Hey baby Kaori, you're so cute.”

Kaori giggled, stretching his arms out to Gojo as he continued to tickle underneath his chin. A smile crept upon your face, but quickly faded when you remembered the reason Gojo was here.

Earlier, he came up to you once again after your husband rudely disrespected you in front of his colleagues. Gojo came up to you with a drink you never ordered and placed it in front of you and rested a hand on your shoulder.

“Your husband doesn't deserve you Mrs. Hiroshima,” he whispered, his tall lanky body leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “I can treat you better than your husband can. I can show you a good time. I can treat you like how you deserve to be treated. If you let me, I will take care of you and your son.”

Confused, you turn your head slightly to see him already looking at you, eyes half lidded, lips between his teeth as he waits for a response from you. But none came, you were too baffled to even respond, so then he licked his lips and whispered once more, “Hm, how about we have dinner at your place tonight. Me, you and baby Kaori. Think of it as quality time. I'm sure you'd like that. I'll drop by at 7 tonight.”

With that said he pressed a kiss against your cheek before leaving to attend to the rest of the customers inside the cafe that was previously owned by his father but now, under his name.

“Uhm Gojo?” You called out to him and he slowly turned around to face you with a smile gracing his lips. “Uhm what are you…”

“Oh my bad, I bought you flowers. I hope you're not allergic to them,” he said, cutting you in the middle of your sentence while standing straight and handing over the flowers to you. You muttered a quiet thanks as you took them from him.

They were beautiful, and they smelled wonderful too. “I wasn't sure if you'd like roses that much or maybe you'd think I was being too cliché so I chose something different.”

You smiled, a bit thoughtful of him, you thought as you to another whiff of the flowers before turning around to go find a vase to put them in. Meanwhile Gojo began to unpack the food from the bag, resting each on the kitchen counter before walking towards you and resting a hand on your hip.

You startled to say the least, almost dropping the flowers on the countertop as you turned slightly to look at him. “Uhm… Gojo.”

Once again he stopped you from saying what he knew what you were about to say and said, “The dishes, where are they? We don't want the food to get cold now.”

You sighed heavily, but still he was right. He prepared all this meal, might as well have some before pointing him towards the front door. It was wrong of you to entertain a man inside your husband’s house, dressed in skimpy clothes at that too. But you see nothing wrong with having a home cooked meal. It’s been a while since you had something warm, too busy being a mom to even cook for yourself.

“They’re right above your head, Gojo-kun,” you said pointing towards the cabinet before you. He smiled, hand reaching above you to grab two dishes.

“I made a lot of food, I wasn’t sure what you would like, so I went with the safest option. Fried chicken, white rice with egg rolls and curried vegetables.��

“Sounds delicious,” you said, while grabbing the flower vase, filling it with water and placing the flowers in before walking over to the kitchen island where you saw Gojo plating you a presentable looking meal. “Oh, wow.”

“Eat up,” he said as he placed the dish in front of you and handed you the fork he used to plate your meal. You wasted no time, feeling your tummy rumble a bit and took a bite of the curry vegetables. Gojo watched, eyes grinning when he saw your eyes light up with excitement as you took another bite of the curry vegetable. “Do you like it, Mrs. Hiroshima?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, taking another bite of the curry veggies. “I’ve never had curry vegetables before. This actually tastes really good.”

He smiled, “I need to thank my mom for the recipe the next time I see her.” You chuckled and continued on eating while Gojo sat closely to you with his plate filled with food as well. You watched closely as Gojo hummed as he dug into the curry vegetable. You never missed how the tip of his brow arched slightly as he chewed away on his food. “Oh, I should make this more often.”

“You should,” you added and he chuckled in response.

You both sat in silence for a while, but not without sneaking glances at each other until Gojo decided to speak up, “So Mrs. Hiroshima, I heard that you were once the valedictorian at my university.”

Your eyes perched up a bit, “You’re attending UT? I mean the university of Tokyo?”

He nodded his head, “Mhm!”

“What Major?” you asked while resting your arm on the table and glanced over at Kaori who was still babbling away with his pacifier.

“I’m a double major actually. I’m majoring in both economics and finance,” he said before biting into the fried chicken.

“Wow impressive Gojo-kun, never knew you were that smart,” you commented.

He shrugged, “Never really had much of a choice. I didn’t want to choose, so I did them both.”

“I understand. And to answer your question from before, yes I was the valedictorian of my graduating class,” you said smiling at him.

“I hope to graduate as valedictorian for my class, but my best friend Suguru isn’t going down without a fight you see. He beat me last semester by 0.01%. He had a 4.50 gpa and I had a 4.49 gpa.”

You laughed as he continued to mumble about how he cried and his best friend laughed at him when the results came out.

“It’s not even funny Mrs. Hiroshima, if only I got that 1% that I need on that exam then maybe we both would’ve been tied last semester. But nonetheless, though I was upset with him, I felt happy for him regardless, it’s good to have a friend like him. He’s always pushing me to be the better version of myself and I’m doing the same for him.”

“That’s lovely…” your sentence was cut short by the sound of Kaori’s whimpering. You looked over at him to see that he was getting a bit fussy. Ah yes, it’s his bedtime. You quickly hopped out of your seat, resting your fork in your dish that still had a bit of food left in it. You gently took your baby out of his high chair, went back to sit beside Gojo and without even thinking, you lifted your crop top exposing your swollen breast to Gojo just before putting your baby onto your breast. “I’m sorry about that Gojo-Kun. As I was saying, it's lovely to have friends that want the best for you in life.”

Your head turned slightly to look over at Gojo, hoping that he’d respond to you, but when you looked at him, you saw his head resting on the kitchen island, the side of his cheek that was visible and the tip of his ear was bright pink. “Gojo-Kun?”

He cleared his throat, trying to get his thoughts together after what he just witnessed. He is no stranger to naked women, having seen his fair share of breasts of all different sizes and manners there is no reason for him to get this flustered at the sight of another set of women’s tits. But you, the moment you absentmindedly exposed your breast, his cheeks turned bright pink, heart hammering rapidly against his chest. He had to quickly hide his face, out of respect to you being a mother, and also to silence the perverted thoughts of you that plagued his mind for many nights before.

Fuck… fuck… fuck he hissed. Who would’ve thought that a woman’s lactating breast would’ve turned him on just as much as yours did. “My apologies,” he said, swallowing the ball in his throat as he lifted his head to look at you, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on your face and his cock from getting any harder than it already is. Not yet Satoru… In due time he reminded himself as he cleared his throat yet again. “I accidentally choked on a bit of rice.” He lied.

“There’s a bottle of orange juice in the fridge. Help yourself to some, it’ll help clear your throat a bit better.”

“Thank you,” he said as he removed himself from the kitchen island, walked over to the cabinet and grabbed two glasses to pour the orange juice in and once he was through with his task, he sat beside you once more, thanking you for the juice yet again before taking a sip. “What were we talking about again?”

“Ah! I was saying that you’re lucky enough to have a friend like Geto. It’s nice to see friends supporting each other,” you repeated.

“Right, right and speaking of the bastard, he is majoring in your department,” Gojo said to you.

“Oh really, and what’s his major?”

“Information and communication engineering and a minor in applied physics,” Gojo replied.

“That’s awesome, good for you boys,” you complimented. For the remainder of the meal, you and Gojo continued on with the conversation. Gojo did most of the talking though, because he was trying to hide the fact he had a semi-boner hiding underneath the table.

…

It was 9 pm, Kaori was already in his crib sleeping, you were currently mopping the kitchen and the dishes from earlier were currently being taken care of by Gojo even though you told him that he didn’t have to do it. But he insisted because he was the one who brought dinner to your house, so it was right for him to do the dishes.

“I'm done Mrs. Hiroshima,” Gojo said as he wiped his hands on the dish cloth that you gave to him before neatly folding it and hanging it from the stove handle and then leaned his lower back against the kitchen counter.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling at him.

He waved his hand at you and responded, “It's the least I can do.” It was silent for a while, Gojo’s eyes never leaving your frame, studying how you gently wiped the kitchen island top and cleaned up Kaori’s high-chair, until he spoke up, “So did you enjoy tonight?”

You shook your head, “It’s been a while since I had a home cooked meal and I thank you for that. It was very warm and pleasing to my tummy.” After you were through with cleaning Kaori’s high chair, you went to dispose of the paper towel you use to clean and rest the mop back into the small cleaning closet inside the kitchen. “Plus it's been a while since someone took the time out of their day to remember that I exist. So really Gojo-Kun, thank you. Your presence meant a lot to me.”

“Can I add a bit more to that meaning?” he asked while biting his bottom lip.

“What do you mean?” You asked him.

He used his hand to push himself away from the kitchen counter and slowly made his way towards you. “You said that my presence here meant a lot to you, so I was hoping to add more to that. You know I could stay the night and we could watch a movie, cuddle and talk about anything you like.”

Your eyes almost rolled out of its sockets the moment Gojo mentioned ‘stay the night’. He knew that you're married and he also knew that it was inappropriate of him to even think about spending the night here at your husband's house. No matter how tempting his offer to watch a movie and cuddle sounded, you're married and despite the fact that your husband wasn't loyal to you, it doesn't mean that had to do the same.

“As thoughtful as that may sound, I don't think that's a good idea Gojo-Kun.”

“Why not?” He asked as he inched closer to you and once his heel was touching yours, he was quick to cage you in-between his body and the counter.

You're baffled. Did he really just ask why you don't think it's a good idea. “Because Gojo, I'm a married woman.”

“And so? What does that have to do with anything?” he asked.

“Really, that means that I have a husband… and no matter what he does to me I’ll never betray him.”

“Your husband doesn’t even want you though,” he said, staring you dead in the eyes.

“Excuse me?”

“Im sorry,” he quickly apologised as soon as he realised what he had just said to you. You watched as his head bowed a little and he heaved a heavy sigh. “I meant every word though, about your husband not wanting you.”

You rolled your eyes, hands lifting up to push him away from, but his tall lanky body didn’t move an inch. You growled, “Then why apologise.”

“Because I don’t want you to hate me,” he whispered as he leaned his body forward and rested his forehead against yours. “I like you Y/N.” Time for him to drop the formalities and get a little bit serious. In this moment right here, he needed for you to understand that he wasn’t joking around when he said that he wanted to take care of you and your son.

“Gojo… Kun I don’t…”

“Sh!” he hushed you. “I don’t wanna hear about your husband, because he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Who are you to say that he doesn’t deserve me?” You asked.

He chuckled a bit as he responded, “Who am I? The question you should be asking me, Mrs Hiroshima, is what do I know?”

You bit your lip and tried to push him away once again, but he just wouldn't move.

“Why are you trying to push me away?” He whispered.

You swallowed thickly. “You're being inappropriate Gojo-Kun.”

“How? By telling you the truth?” He asked. Your lips twitched a bit, feeling a bit irritated by his lack of manners or let's say how blatantly disrespectful he was being when he spoke about your relationship with your husband, even though what he was saying to you was the truth.

You rolled your eyes and gave up on trying to push him away. You both stood for a while in silence, nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing could be heard. “Mrs. Hiroshima?” Gojo called out to you, finally breaking the silence between you too, and also in hopes that it'll lighten the heavy tension that was now between the two of you.

“What, Gojo?” You answered him.

He sighed, “Aren't you tired of being disrespected by your husband constantly? Aren't you tired of hearing him say that you aren't good enough for him? Aren't you tired of seeing him neglect your son. Aren't you tired of being lonely?”

“What do you know?” You asked him this time and he smirked.

He then replied to you in a soft tone, “More than I should. I know about the bathroom hook ups inside the cafe, the amount of women he takes to the cafe on a daily basis after he's certain you're home then leave to fuck them in the parking lot. I know about the rude disrespectful words that he utters about you to my father Y/N.”

Your lips trembled as Gojo continued on with his statement.

“He says that you’re a useless woman. He said he’s embarrassed to have you around and to call you his wife, all because you decided not to abort your baby. Oh… yeah he even told my father that he refuses to have intercourse with you because you’re now damaged goods.”

“Shut up! I don’t wanna hear anymore of this,” you yelled out, hot tears pricking the corner of your eyes. Gojo said nothing more, only watched as you hastily tried to rid yourself of the tears that you’re getting so tired of wasting on your good for nothing husband. You can’t believe a word that Gojo was uttering out of his mouth. You knew how he felt about you ever since you decided to give birth to Kaori, but to hear him describe you as damaged goods. Oh he’s done it now.

You’re crying now, your hands moving to cover up your face to hide the tears from Gojo’s eyes. But he wasn’t having it, so he pulled your hand away from your face and used his hand to wipe your tears before caressing your cheeks. He hated to see you cry, he was getting a bit tired of seeing your tears even though at this very moment, he was sort of the reason you had tears in your eyes.

“Y/N,” he whispered your name as he continued to caress your cheeks. “I'm sorry, for making you cry like this. It wasn't my intention to do so, but still you need to know that it's not worth being faithful to that scum you call husband Y/N.”

“Gojo-Kun…” you called to him, but he shook his head no, placed a finger on your lips to silence you.

“Y/N, your husband, he doesn't deserve you. You're too good for him. How dare he call you damaged goods. He should be praising you, worshipping you for bringing such a precious life into this world. You know how many men would kill to have a wife like you. And there he goes, wasting his time and other things and neglecting his own wife.”

You swallowed thickly while batting your lashes at Gojo. Your heart felt heavy hammering against your chest as Gojo continued to praise you, congratulating you for being the best mother you could be for your young baby, Kaori. No one has ever praised you for your efforts.

“Y/N, you deserve better than that old scum. You deserve someone who recognizes your worth and who's willing to treat you like the strong, beautiful woman you are. You need a man who's willing to treat you like you deserve to be treated, a man who is going to take care of you and your son,” he said as he licked his lips and leaned his face forward a bit. “I want to be that someone for you Y/N, I want to be that man for you.”

“Go… Gojo? I…”

“Just think about Y/N. All the fun you and I can have together. All the memories you'll be able to create with Kaori and myself. I might still be a college student but I got money, enough to take care of you and your son financially. I can cook, I'm fun to be around Y/N, and if that's not enough, just the simple fact that I like you should be enough for you to think about giving me a chance to prove to you that I can be the man you need.”

“You're… your words are sweet Gojo-Kun but I… I don't…” and before you were able to complete the sentence, Gojo shuts you up with a peck on your lips. You stared at him with wide eyes, in pure shock having just felt his lips against yours.

“Hey mama… listen to me,” Gojo said, snapping you out of your trance. “I can promise you three things, mama. I can take care of you and your son, I can show you a good time and I got a big dick,” he whispered the last bit of his sentence while staring you dead in the eyes.

“G… Gojo,” you stuttered, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Did he really just say that he had a big dick? Your brain was trying to figure out if he actually said that, but what he said next is all the confirmation that you need.

“If you let me stay the night, I'll fulfil two of my promises to you. So how about it mama, is 8.5 big enough for you?”

“That's enough… Gojo-Kun,” you stuttered. Your body was feeling a bit too hot. Did his words have that much affect on you or are you just too lonely and touch deprived?

“Think about it Mrs. Hiroshima. Let me stay with you tonight,” he whispered before leaning down to peck your lips once more. “I promise it'll be fun for the both of us. Especially for you.”

You're conflicted now, not knowing what to say to him. Not knowing if his promises held any truth to them. You're wondering if he really liked you? Why you? You're married and have a baby so why waste such precious time on you?

You bit your lips while staring at his lips, tempted to lean in once more to feel his soft lips against yours, but at the same time you wanted to bite them then remind him that no matter what you'll remain loyal to your husband.

But is it worth it? Is your loyalty to your husband worth it? What sense does it make to stay loyal to someone who basically called you damaged goods, when there's a perfectly healthy man standing before you offering to give you a good time and what you're assuming to be good sex?

Is it all worth it? Is it worth betraying your husband and for sex? Maybe, you're not sure. You're conflicted.

Gojo realized that, how the muscles in your face twitched, curved and bend with whatever facial expression on your face.

You teeth gnawing on your lips, so deep in thoughts you didn't even take notice of Gojo’s slight movement until you felt his hand grazing your bottom, “You're thinking too hard about this Y/N. Come on, let's go upstairs. Please.”

“Go… Gojo-Kun.”

“Please!” He whispered before tilting his head to the side to kiss your lips for the third time, but this time a bit longer than before. It wasn't a peck, but it wasn't a full blown kiss either, he was teasing you, tempting you to kiss him back. “Kiss me back!” He whispered with his lips still. “Please! Kiss me back!” He begged once more before you finally gave in, closing your eyes and slowly moving your lips against his.

Your toes curled, hands quickly grabbing onto the fabric of his sweater, bunching the cotton material between your hands. The hand that grazed your bottom moved up further to grab a handful of your ass cheeks which caused you to moan a bit against his lips, before moving to rest itself against your hips while his other hand went to cup your hot cheek.

Who knew that kissing could feel great? Maybe it's because it's been a while since you last felt someone's lips against yours. But still it felt as though he was drawing every last breath from your body until there was nothing left. “Y/N,” he whispered your name against your lips. “Let's go upstairs.”

He pecked your lips a couple of times before you pulled away to look at him. Once again you asked yourself. Is your loyalty to your husband worth breaking to have sex with Gojo?

It may not be, but what's the harm? So you say fuck it to yourself before answering him, “I need to shower first.”

A smile stretched itself across his face as he pulled away from you entirely, grabbed hold of your hand and led you towards the front door. “Let me grab my bag and something else from my car. I too feel the need to freshen up.”

“Ok,” you mumbled, shaking your head before releasing his hand and watched as he pulled his car key from his slacks, opened up your front door and quickly went towards his car to grab what he needed. A few short minutes later he returned with a bag slung over his shoulder and a small box of large condoms.

He came prepared. It's like he was expecting you to say yes.

“Let's go.”

…

It's been about fifteen minutes since you agreed to have sex with Gojo. And now you're stepping out the bathroom in a white half silk half mesh lingerie dress that was gifted to you just last week. You had no intention of wearing it, you had no reason to wear it before.

But now as you walked further into the bedroom to see Gojo sitting on the windowsill with a phone in his hand while the other one gripped his cock over his grey sweater pants and a loose t-shirt he wore resting comfortably on his well defined abs, you thought that wearing this was the right decision.

He didn’t hear you come in nor did he see you walking over to him until he felt your feet touching his. He quickly looked up, mouth almost dropping open when he saw you standing before him. That lingerie you did nothing to shield your body from him. He could see everything, from the curves of your breasts, the fat and thickness of your nipples, to the softness of your tummy, the dips in your luscious thighs and that white lacy panty that you had underneath your lingerie dress.

He licked his lips while he powered off his phone and tossed it on the bed, then slowly, his hands went to wrap around your waist pulling you closer until your chest was pressing against his. He wasted no time removing his hands from your waist to grab your ass, biting his lips as he gazed into your eyes. “Kaori isn’t gonna wake up anytime soon is he?” he asked you.

“No… I don’t think so,” you answered as you shyly turned your eyes away from his. His gaze was a bit too intense for you, it made you feel small like a prey waiting to be devoured up by its predator.

“Good,” he whispered before lifting you up, wrapped your legs around his waist and walked towards the bed with you desperately clinging onto his shoulders. The next thing you know, you’re being tossed on the bed with his hands on your thighs spreading your legs so that he can kneel between them. His breathing was heavy, you could feel his hot breath against your face as he leaned forward to level his head with yours. Gojo could feel his heart racing against his chest as he stared down at you. Eyes taking in the sight of your smooth silky skin, the pure look of innocence on your face down to the supple of your neck. His eyes lingered for a while as he moved down to stare at your cleavage, your plump lactating breast just waiting, ready, fat nipples moist with your milk for him to suck.

And he just couldn't wait much longer, his left hand moving from your thighs to grip the thin strap of your lingerie dress and pulling the strap from your shoulder slowly until your left breast was exposed to him. He licked his lips and whispered, “You flashed me earlier this evening, I had to hold myself back from devouring your tits right then and there mama. You know, I’ve alway wondered what breast milk tasted like, care to give me a taste?”

You nodded yes and shyly twisted your mouth to the side, your doe like eyes staring up at his waiting for him to do as he pleased with your body. It’s been a while since you last felt the warm touch of a man and your eager body just needed him to do whatever he pleased with you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered before planting his lips against yours, slowly kissing and caressing your lips with his tongue as though he was your lover. You tasted sweet, like a warm homemade vanilla cream pie, he could kiss your lips all day if you allowed him.

As you both continued to share a sweet intimate kiss, his right hand moved from your thigh to pull the other strap down your arms to fully reveal your breast to him. He gently squeezed your boobs as he pulled away from your lips and began to trail wet butterflies kisses along your jawline, neck and down to the valley of your boobs. You gasped at the feeling of his lips kissing the flesh of your tits, hissing when he wrapped his hot wet tongue around your aching nipple and sucked harshly to taste what he’s been dying to have in his mouth.

The boy groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he tasted your sweet milk against his tongue. His taste buds danced with excitement, cock hardened even more beneath his confines and he couldn’t help but to brush it up against the now dampen crotch of your lacy panty. You gasped yet again, back arching slightly to shove more of your breast in his mouth. Your dainty fingers found purchase in his hair, gently gripping onto the roots as he continued his ministrations on your left nipple.

Soon enough he pulled away from your left nipple, not wasting another second he quickly latched his lips onto the other aching nipple and used his left hand to fondle your left boob while his free hand made quick work of your lacy panty underneath your lingerie dress. The sound of his lips sucking the milk from your breast made heat and goosebump rose against your skin. It’s embarrassing, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t turning you on even more.

“Fuck! Taste so fucking good mama,” Gojo groaned as he released your nipple with a pop to focus on getting rid of your panties entirely. Once it was out of the way, Gojo leaned down to kiss your breast once more then whispered, “I bet it’ll taste a bit better on your cunt,” before sucking more of your breast milk in his mouth as his hand bunch the dress around your waist.

You watched with you lips between your teeth as he pulled away from you tits, his hand on your thighs and before you could even register what he was to do, he already spread your legs a bit wider and he was on his tummy, face to face with your dripping and aching cunt.

“Gojo-Kun don’t… Ngh,” you tried to pull away once you realised what he was about to do, but it was a bit too late because Gojo held your thighs firmly to keep you from pulling away from him and he’s spitting the milk mixed with his saliva on your cunt. “No Gojo… don’t put your tongue… Ahh,” you screamed, feeling his hot tongue laying flat against cunt, licking and slurping up the milk before swallowing.

“Mhm… fuck I knew it would taste so much better,” he mumbled before diving back in. Like a starved man, Gojo greedily sucked at your puffy swollen slick coated clit, dragging his tongue in between your parted pussy lips to lick whatever was left from what he spat out his mouth. You tasted delicious, like a sweet treat ready to rot his teeth. He knew from the moment he saw you all those months ago heavily pregnant with your now new born baby, that your cunt would be a mighty treat for him.

He dreamt about this many nights before and now that you gave him the opportunity, he was going to make it worth well. So with that goal in mind, Gojo’s hands moved from thighs to grab your ass cheeks to spread your pussy out a bit more. He lifted his head from your cunt, spat on it and watched with glistening eyes as his saliva dribbled down the crack of your ass. He couldn’t help himself much longer, using his tongue to lick between your butt cheek, his tongue playing with your butthole a bit before going back to suck on your clit.

Did he just licked your ass? “Did you just licked my butthole?” you asked in complete and utter shock.

“Mhm!” He hummed against you. “And I’ll lick it again.”

You could not believe what was happening to you at this very moment. No man dared to tongue your booty hole, much less suck on your cunt and even if they did, none of them were as good as Gojo. He knew what he was doing with that wicked tongue of his, flicking and thrusting in and out of your sloppy wet hole.

Your eyes widened in surprise, unable to say much or even moan, you gripped his arms that held your ass cheek apart, lifted your body to watch as his mouth sinfully and skillfully worked your clit. He felt your gaze on him and he darted his eyes upwards to take in the sight of your face contorting with pleasure, your eyes rapidly fluttering, trying your hardest to keep your eyes on him.

“Mhmm… It feels weird,” your cried out. Gojo chuckled against your cunt before closing his eyes and began french kissing your pussy, his soft lips making out with your lower lips, slowly moving against them in such a sweet erotic rhythm. A sheer heat began to rise in your tummy, your thighs began trembling against his head and your breathing increased.

You body felt hot, extremely hot as a matter of fact you felt like you were about to piss on yourself, so you tried to pull away from him. But the greedy boy held you down, even when you cried and begged him to release you just so that you could hurriedly use the bathroom. Gojo wasn’t hearing any of that, instead he mumbled against your throbbing pulsing pussy, “Piss on me, I don’t care. ‘M not moving.”

And he meant it. He gripped your ass harder, his nose bumping your clit and his tongue buried deep inside your pussy, slurping and licking every drop of your pussy juice. The heat in your tummy began to rise even more, legs now violently shaking against his face and that heavy pressure that you feel inside you felt like it was moment away from bursting if Gojo doesn’t let up on your pussy.

You began breathing heavily, hands gripping tightly onto sheets as he continued to eat. Your back fell flat against the mattress unable to sit straight for much longer. “Nganh Gojo…” you cried, feeling the intense heat and pressure growing hotter and too heavy for you to handle. “Bathroom, bathroom pleaseeee…” But he still wouldn’t let up, he only continued the assault his tongue had in your hole. “Nghh, Nght…” and you cried, unable to hold it in for much longer, you squirt all over Gojo’s face, back lurching from the bed as the fountain of water spewed from your pussy.

Unbelievable, you’re pissing (not really it was squirt, but you never knew that because you’ve never squirted before), on Gojo face unable to stop the rush of liquid spewing from your pussy and when you thought you were done, Gojo had the audacity to bring his thumb to your clit, flicking the nub until your burst all over him yet again.

“Mama’s a squirter,” he beamed in excitement when you finally came down from your high. He removed himself from your cunt to kiss your lips before hopping off the bed to grab the box of condoms and removed his clothes.

You’re a bit embarrassed after what just happened, but that didn’t stop you from watching as he tore open the box of condoms, pulling three foils attached to each other from the box. “You think we could use all three tonight?” He teased as he ripped one of the foils and put it in his mouth and then tossed the last two on the bed.

You said nothing, only continued to stare at him as he began to run his hand up and down his abs from underneath his shirt, teasing you a bit until he gripped the end and yanked the shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

He’s slim and toned, it was as if God took his time to carefully sculpt his body to perfection. Every muscle and veins were positioned perfectly, in the most pleasing shape and design. His jawline was perfectly sculptured, his straight collar bone fitted nicely with his broad and sharp shoulders. His pectoral and sharply defined abdomen were perfect. A few beauty marks decorated his pale and smooth skin, Gojo was the definition of a perfect man.

“Liking what you see mama?” Gojo teasing asked and you quickly turned your head to hide the shameful look on your face. How dare you ogle at another man’s body inside the room you used to share with your husband. “I don’t mean to tease. Please look at me.”

And you did. You turned around just in time to see him gripping his heavy cock over his sweatpant, lightly palming his member to get it a bit more erect than it already was. Your mouth watered a bit from the sight, desperate to see what he’s hiding inside his sweatpants. “You think you can handle this mama?” he asked while moving his hand away from his cock to grip the waist of his sweatpants.

Slowly, he began to pull the waistband down and over his erect penis. Your eyes popped out of their sockets, unable to stare much longer, you quickly turned over on your tummy and buried your face into your pillow. His cock was like a weapon, made to destroy any pussy it came in contact with. Is it not heavy? Why was it so big? So many questions running through your mind, you didn’t even hear him call your name, nor did you see him tear open the foil with his teeth and roll the condom down his length. That’s until you felt his hands caressing your backside.

“Y/N,” he whispered as he climbed up on the bed to press a kiss on your shoulder blade. “Turn around please, I wanna look at you when I put my cock in you.” You shook your head no. “Why not?” he asked. He waited for a while and made himself busy by leaving lingering kisses on your shoulder blades and down your spine. When you didn’t respond he muttered, “Mama, turn around please.”

“Just do it this way.”

“But I wanna see your face.”

“No!”

He huffed and laughed, then he whispered, “Ok! Well I guess we’ll be using all three condoms tonight, because I won’t stop until I can see your face.” And that's all he said before lifting his body from above yours, climbed off the bed, grabbed your legs and pulled them until they were dangling from the bed. “Ass up.”

With his help, you lifted your lower half from the bed, your face still buried inside the pillow that managed to drag along with you when Gojo pulled at your legs. “That’s it,” he said and rested both hands on your ass. He began to smooth his hand over your globes, only stopping to fully remove the last article of clothing that was on your body. “You ready mama?” he asked you.

“Yes!” you mumbled against the pillow. He lets out a low, thinking that you looked so cute, hiding your face from him. He rubbed his hand over your ass once, lightly tapping your booty cheek before spreading your cheeks apart to spit on your dripping, glistening pussy. He grabbed his cock and dragged the tip up and down your quivering hole. You gasped feeling the bulbous tip poked at your entrance. “Gojo-Kun?”

“Sh… only getting your ready mama,” he said as he pressed his cock against your entrance once more. He rested his hand in the middle of your back, pressing your cheek even further into the bed, lifted his leg from the floor and rested on knee on the bed. He needed to get the perfect angle to ensure that you felt him in the deepest parts of your pussy. He tapped his cock on your pussy a few more times then whispered, “I’m going in.”

You gasped, eyes squeezing tightly when you felt his cock, slowly but surely bullying it way past your entrance. “Fucking hell,” Gojo moaned out. He squeezed his eyes shut too, teeth biting harshly at his lip at the feeling of your pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock. “Fuck mama, you’re squeezing me, you have to relax.”

Relax, he said, but you didn’t know how. It's been a while since you last had sex, plus you didn’t have problems like this before. Your husband’s cock is not even half the size of Gojo’s.

“Come on mama, you have got to relax, Don’t you wanna feel good?” he asked as he slowly dragged his cock out of you, then thrust back in slowly to see how your pussy painfully stretched around his thick girthy cock.

“It’s too big,” you cried into the pillows.

“I know,” he groaned. He pulled out once more, tilting his head down to spit on your pussy yet again before sliding back in, pressing his cock deeper inside your pussy until his pelvis was right up against your ass.

His hips slowly began to roll, his cock working in and out of your wet tight hole. You moaned into the pillow, finger clutching the sheets tight as you tried to keep your ass up and your back perfectly arched. You could feel him, every inch of his cock working the walls of your pussy. He was deep inside your pussy and you loved the feeling.

Gojo groaned, eyes trained to where you are both connected and he couldn’t help but smack his hand against your plush ass, eliciting a scream from the back of your throat. “Not so loud mama, you don’t wanna wake up Kaori now,” he teased before smacking his hand against your ass yet again. He grabbed the burning flesh, massaging it in his hot hands while his other hand to steady your now moving hips.

“Keep still,” he said as he rested his other knee on bed to get an even better angle to fuck you.

“But… It - hah… ugh mhm,” you moaned, feeling his cock poking at you g-spot with each thrust of his hips. He smacked you a third time spreading your buttcheek to spit on your cute little butt. You hissed, feeling the hot liquid run down the crack of your ass and the sudden feeling of his thumb gently rubbing the entrance.

“You like that, mama?” he asked as he continued to play with your entrance all while making love to your hole with his cock. In response to his question, you pushed your hip against his yet again to meet his every thrust. “Thought I told you to keep still mama,” he groaned. How could you keep still? His thick long cock was penetrating you in deep and slow strokes, so deep that you had to bite the pillow to prevent yourself from screaming out. Your son was sleeping in the next room and the walls weren’t soundproof so no matter how overwhelming and pleasurable the feeling was for you.

Gojo grinned at your cute attempts to throw your ass against him. He could tell how inexperienced you were by the small hesitate movement of your hips. But it’s understandable, your husband didn’t do much to help experience the true intense pleasure you gain from having sex. He felt a sense of responsibility to give you the pleasure that you deserved. “Gonna put my thumb in your ass since you won’t look at me, think you can take it?” he asked and before you could even attempt to respond, his thumb was already slipping past the tight rings of your ass.

“Oh God,” you moaned out, moving one hand from the pillow in search of his, only for your wrist to be grabbed and held down against your back. He picked up a bit of speed, but slow enough it had your body shuddering. You could feel it, your pussy juices leaking around his cock, and slowly running down on the inside of your thighs. Such a lewd sight, for Gojo and Gojo eyes only.

“You’re so fucking wet mama,” Gojo commented as he listened to sounds your wet pussy welcoming his cock with each thrust. His thumb was still resting comfortably in your ass, and though he had not once moved his thumb, you were feeling so good, too good to the point where you felt like you were no longer in control of your own body.

To think that you once thought that the purpose of sex was solely for the pleasure of your husband and procreation yet still here you are experiencing mind blowing sex with Gojo Satoru. Though you felt a tad bit guilty for cheating on your cheating husband, this felt so right and you’re happy that you made the decision to have sex with Gojo.

“Ready to turn around and look at me mama?” Gojo asked.

“No…” you stuttered through your moans. He breathed heavily, quickly pulling his thumb from your ass and released your wrist before bending over you, his chest pressing against your back and his cock sliding even further into your cunt.

“Nghh oh God, no no too deep,” you cried. Gojo paid you no mind, he only rested both hands at either side of your head and continued to penetrate you deeply from this angle.

Gojo, he rested his forehead against your back, listening to your sweet moans. He chuckled at how much you're trying to get away from his thrust while keeping your face hidden from him. It was honestly cute, but how long will you be able to hold on out, after all as much as how he's feeling good, feeling as though heaven came to take him even was no close to coming anytime soon.

But you, with how much your pussy was clenching and dripping around his cock, it was only a matter of time before you came. “Mama,” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss on your back and nibbled in your soft skin.

Your tears began soaking the pillow, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth, once again your whole body felt hot and mad with pleasure.

“Y/N,” Gojo grunted as he pressed against you even more, and somehow you still managed to keep that arch in your back. You could feel him, his cock all up and way up in your guts, repeatedly bullying its way in and out of your hole, rearranging and shaping your pussy to fit around his shaft.

His penis was bruising your g-spot with every thrust of his hips. “Look at me,” he whispered against your skin before moving his head to the side to get a better look on your face. But you're stubborn, quickly shoving your face into the pillows.

“No… don't wanna mhm… ugh don't wanna look.”

A bit of your cheek was exposed to him, so he leaned over a bit more to kiss the sweaty skin of your cheek. “But I wanna kiss you,” he huffed as he slowly pulled out of you leaving just the tip in, before slamming into you again, forcing your head to rise and fall back against his shoulder.

“Ugh… ahh fuck fuck,” you screamed. Gojo only caught a glimpse of your fucked out expression before your face once again made contact with the pillow.

You wanna play hard, well then fine! Gojo said to himself as he fucked you harder and deeper than his was before, slowly and calculated thrust slap against the surface of your ass.

The bed creaked, headboard slamming against the walls in your room, for a moment your mind raced to your son, thinking that at any moment due to the amount of sounds that were being made he was going to wake up. But that thought was overcome by pleasure and the sounds of your muffled hiccups and cries.

With every thrust of his hips, he was knocking the last bit of wind from your body. He was pushing closer and closer to your climax. He groaned each time your pussy clenched around him, you're dripping soaking the bed sheets with your juices. “I'm gonna make you cum,” he said as he slowed his thrust and wrapped his arms around your body.

Next thing you know you're lying on your side with Gojo’s body pressed tightly against yours, your left foot in his hand, your right breast being fondled by his other hand and his face in the nape of your neck.

He began to roughly pound his cock inside your pussy, fingers pinching and squeezing your nipples. “No choice but to look at me now mama!” He said as he removed his head from your neck to take in the look on your face.

And God you're beautiful, with your eyes blown out wide. Lips swollen and red and your hair messing sticky to your face. You're embarrassed, you didn't want him to see you like this, but you couldn't turn your head away, not when he gazed at you so intently, satisfied with how much a beautiful mess you were right now.

He dropped your legs on top of his and moved his fingers down towards your puffy clit. You could feel the muscle in your thighs quivering, your pussy desperately sucking and spasming around his cock.

Your body trembled in ecstacy, eyes still locked with his as he continued to pound into you. He rubbed your clit harder, pain and pleasure sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You could feel it, the intense and uncomfortable pressure building up in your pussy. “Come on mama cum, for me, cum for me,” he whispered and finally kissed your lips, swallowing up your moans and cries when your body tensed, pussy forcefully pushing his cock hole moments before your body shook and squirted on the bed. His fingers kept rubbing at your clit, not slowing down for a minute, he was going to drain you until you had nothing left to give. As soon as you come down from your high gonna quickly slip out of you help you up against his body.

He was not done yet, after all you both still had two more condoms to use.

Later that night

You've been having sex with Gojo for maybe an hour and half. You’ve changed positions more than you could count and God knows that the amount of orgasms Gojo granted you was more than what your worthless husband has ever given to you.

You would be lying if you said that you weren’t feeling guilty. But the more you thought about it, the more you came to realise that maybe you actually needed to stop worrying about your worthless husband and focus on the one who currently had your nipple in his mouth. Sucking on your breast drinking every drop of milk as he slowly moved his cock in and out of you.

He was dead serious about using all three condoms. He was on the final one now. “Ugh… Gojo-Kun please… I’m tired.”

He pulled away from your breast to rest his forehead against yours and whispered, “Just one last time Y/N. Let’s make love one last time tonight. Ok?”

“Ok,” you whispered, connecting your lips with his and kissed him sweetly. He moaned against your lips, his cock still working the inside of your pussy with slow and deep thrust. His hand tightly squeezed onto the fat of your thighs to keep himself steady as he lost himself inside your cunt. He wish he could fuck you raw, feeling your wet pussy moving against the heated skin of his cock.

But not yet, things will happen in due time, so for now he is content with pressing his hip between your legs pushing his condom-covered cock deeper inside your cunt and feeling your walls trembling and hearing you gasping from fullness and the stretch.

Your arousal enabled him to thrust smoothly inside you, poking and brushing up against your sweet spot each time.

You trembled and whimpered against his lips and chokes on your moans, you fist his hair between your fingers. Gojo sighed against your lips and pushed inside of you deeper but still moving slowly. “Feeling good aren’t you mama?” he asked as he nipped on your swollen bottom lip.

“Mhm, so good Gojo-Kun!”

“Fuck… come on Y/N, call me Satoru when I’m balls deep inside of you,” he said, grunting when he felt the tight grip in his hair. He smirked, hearing you mumble his name against his lips. “Louder.”

“Satoru!” you whimpered.

“Fuck.” Goosebumps rose on your skin. He was slowly pounding into your pussy and moving his hips in tight circles, hitting all the sensitive points within your throbbing pussy. You pant and cling to his hair, his arms moving from your legs to hold onto your hips while the gentle thrusting of his cock made your pussy flood with your love juices. “Go… Satoru-Kun, I’m…”

“I know,” he replied even before you were unable to finish your sentence. He tilted his head down to see where you’re both joint together to witness the cream from a coat around his cock. “I’m getting close too, mama.” His hand moved away from your hip to slowly rub at your throbbing clit, pushing back to the swollen hood to tease it with index finger which caused your tummy to burn and his to buck against him. You sobbed out, lifting your hip to rock against his as he began to increase his hip movement while keeping a steady pace.

“Let it go mama. Let it all go,” he grunted through his gasp for breath, aroused and working inside you with those sweet gentle thrusts. You began to buck into his fingers, panting, gasping and threatening to come undone beneath him. You turned your face to rest your cheek on the pillow but the soft tone in his voice stopped you. “No, I want to see your beautiful face when you cum, mama.”

Your entire body rose from the bed, your tummy constricted as the slick sound of your arousal adhering to his cock filled the room. Your orgasm came on like a tidal wave, hitting you so hard that you felt yourself moaning and sobbed while your thigh trembled and your muscles spasmed.

He moaned above you, his cock quickly pushing deeper, whispering, “That’s it. Let it go mama, let it go.” Then he kissed your sweaty forehead. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Your moaned as your hand fell from his hair to scratch the skin on his back as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm and he chased his. The tiredness was finally catching up to you, your body was turning limp underneath him, you were just trying to hold on until he cums. It wasn’t long though before you felt him throbbing and twitching inside your pussy.

“Shit,” he whimpered against your forehead, pumping his cock into your pussy a bit faster. “Mama, I’m about to cum.” You could feel another orgasm coming down on you. You didn't know why but you were surely about to cum. You could feel his hips and back muscles flexed with every thrust.

“Mama… I ugh mhmm” he grunted as he released inside your pussy in the condom. One thing you learned about Gojo is that he’s very vocal when he nears his climax. It’s the sexiest thing to ever bless your ears. Your husband was never this vocal with you and honestly you found it to be a bit cute. He whimpered as he pumped his hips until all his cum filled up the condom he wore and then slowly pulled out of you.

“That’s three condoms,” he said and laughed before peppering your face with light kisses. It was silent for a while, until he decided to speak up. “Do you think I’m man enough for you? I fulfilled two of my promises to you, don’t you want me to do the same for the last promise that I made.”

As much as how you wanted to have that talk with him or maybe even consider that maybe his proposal wasn’t a bad one. He fucked your brains out and you’re too tired to have that conversation. “We’ll talk later ok.”

“Alright then, let's get you cleaned up then.”

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