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The distant sound of laser guns could be heard in the background as you hid behind the same cover you’ve been at for the past 10 minutes. Watching, waiting, listening.

“Who are you waiting for?” A whisper startles you.

Whipping around, you turn to face the figure - grasping at your heart when you realise it’s just your boyfriend.

“Nishimura Riki! Don’t scare me like that!” You exclaim quietly, not wanting to give your position away.

He smirks, obviously happy with his actions.

“But why?” He teases, “Your reactions are the highlight of my day.”

Looking up at him, you cross your arms and frown as you try your best to come off as unimpressed. He doesn’t buy it, softly pinching your cheek with a smile, “I’m just teasing you…”

You roll your eyes playfully, “I know, I know…”

Riki goes to tease you again but you cut him off, “Why are you here anyway? We’re on opposite teams; I could shoot you right now.”

He steps closer to you, forcing you to back up against the wall. Placing both his hands on the wall beside your head, he leans against them - shrinking the gap between you and trapping you there.

“You wouldn’t…” He maintains eye-contact as he speaks lowly, his voice deep.

Ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you don’t back down, “What makes you so sure?”

He smirks, his gaze on your lips as he closes the gap impossibly closer. So much so that if you moved accidentally - even by breathing - they would touch. Your breath hitches, eyebrows slightly furrowing when you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“Breathe, y/n.” It pains you how well Riki knows you.

His nose rests against yours, but as soon as you tilt your head up the smallest amount, he moves away. Huffing, you roll your eyes - but you won’t admit how disappointed you are.

He raises his eyebrow, amused at your reaction, and whispers, “Use your words, baby.”

Your head whips towards him, eyes wide as they meet his gaze, “I…I don’t know what you mean.”

Resuming his previous position against the wall, trapping you in, Riki slowly leans in again - though not as much as last time, “I know you want to kiss me, y/n, so use your words.”

Warmth immediately rushes into your cheeks, him noticing as you try to ignore it and keep calm - but it fails when you speak.

“I…please kiss me, Riki. Please.” You mutter, your gaze on the pillows of his lips.

He bites his lower lip happily, finally closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours. You hum, hands coming up to caress his cheeks and cup the back of his neck - his arms dropping from the wall and grabbing at your hips instead. Both your lips move in sync against each other and you tilt your head to the side to deepen the kiss. He gets the hint, pouring all his passion into the kiss as it gets more intense. Your tongues dance together and you can taste the faint mint lingering from his toothpaste. Pulling him impossibly closer to you, your arms wrap around his shoulders to keep the proximity as close and intimate as possible. One of Riki’s hands moves from your waist but you hardly register it, your back still pressed against the wall as he kisses you.

You had completely forgotten about the ongoing game until you hear a laser gun go off and your jacket beep - signaling you had been shot. Riki pulls away from the kiss, a goofy smile on his face. You open your eyes to see him holding his gun at you. Putting two and two together, your mouth drops open in shock.

He giggles, stroking your cheek, “Sorry, baby, but I told you that you wouldn’t shoot me…”

You’re speechless, unable to find the words nor formulate the sentences to reply. Placing one last kiss on your forehead, Riki turns away - leaving you high and dry.

“You’re eliminated, y/n.” He states as he walks off.

You’re so going to get him back for this.

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a/n ୨ৎ okay so i've lowkey never thought abt it, but if i made taglists would anyone be interested yes or no... are you picking up what i'm putting down...

-> all writing credits to @dorotheeasrce - do not copy, impersonate, or feed to ai! ｡𖦹°‧

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gojo is dangerously close to cumming - again.

you had wasted no time in taking his hand and leading him away from the table towards the bedroom, peppering his face with kisses. after asking if he was hungry, you could tell from the half-lidded gaze he gave you that he had a different meal in mind.

that's how he ended up sitting on the bed close to the headboard, you straddling his lap while your feet lock behind him. the position is so intimate - chests pressed together and limbs entangled, moaning into each other's ears. he's wedged so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him in your stomach, and the pressure of your clit grinding against his pelvis with each motion is so intense you're about to see stars. the rhythmic squelch of your cunt as you rock against each other is only aided by your previous releases, the mixture of both your cum slick as it coats his cock with creamy ring around the base.

"mphf- fuck-" he almost whimpers, the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his dick so perfect and warm that he's literally resorted to squeezing his eyes shut in order to hold off another orgasm. if he bites his lip any harder, he's certain he'd draw blood.

trying to retain some form of dominance and dignity while falling apart yourself, you tangle your fingers in his hair - gripping from the root and pulling his head out of the crook of your neck so you can watch the wrecked expression on his face.

"yeah, 'toru?" the tone of your words low and teasing, "you feeling good?"

the way satoru tries to open his eyes to meet your gaze is adorable. you can see the struggle of desperation laced in his eyebrows - nevertheless, he tries, "s'good, baby..." the slur of pleasure so potent in his voice you can hear its drawl, "god, y'r so wet-"

at the way his intonation rises into a whine, you know he's long gone - and the power does nothing but go to your head. insistent on making him cum one last time before you do, you also know that you'll need to change position. yes, lotus is your favourite, but it's more of a team effort - and at this point, you doubt satoru could lift his arms to squeeze your tits.

you pause your grinding, a sly smile on your face at the way gojo weakly protests with a mumble before silencing him with a kiss. he responds eagerly at the contact; it's sloppy, messy, and uncoordinated. no tact and all tongue, gently sucking on his as you separate - a string of saliva hanging tantalisingly in the miniscule distance between the two of you.

using that distraction, you've moved your legs from their previous position behind his back, to now be kneeling either side of his lap. satoru isn't dumb though - he may be a little fucked-out, sure, but he certainly isn't dumb. of course he's noticed this, his hands lazily trailing up your thighs and over your ass before coming to rest in the curve of your waist.

you're in cowgirl now, the perfect position to ride him, and gojo lets out a preemptive satisfied groan as he knows what's about to come. but who would you be if you didn't tease him a little?

slowly - infuriatingly slowly - you drag your pussy up his cock, pausing at the tip. you wait there, gradually changing the angle of your hips but making no plans to slide back down. first, he hisses at the prolonged cold air on his exposed length, lifting his head up from being tilted back on the headboard to look at you.

then, the pleas spill from his lips before you even ask for them, "shit- sweets, don't.. please don't tease-"

"why, satoru?" you feign innocence, fake confusion buried in your tone, "were you close?"

he nods frantically, as if afraid you would miss his affirmation, his head dropping back to the familiar crook of your neck. there, he places open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and up your throat until he automatically finds the sweet spot behind your ear. you let out a breathy moan, shaky in the way it betrays your composure, entertaining his obvious bribery in a moment of weakness. you can feel the pressure he's creating, and just know that you're going to wake up to a lovely red trail of hickeys in the morning.

snapping out of it, your hand finds purchase in his soft white locks, pulling his head back to tilt it fully against the headboard, "use your words and look at me when you answer," your voice calm in its correction - no matter how much you can feel your clit throbbing at how absolutely divine satoru looks right now and your pussy clenching around nothing at the lack of stimulation.

he gulps, his lips parting as he finally replies, "i was s'close, sweetheart.."

at last, you slide back down his dick, taking the whole length with no warning until your pubic bones meet - and you relish in the way satoru's eyes immediately clench shut.

giving in to your arousal, you start to ride him as you find your familiar rhythm. he's so big this way, cock curved just right in that every bounce brushes past your g-spot. gojo's jaw drops, allowing for the open flow of moans escaping from his throat. at the sight, you can't help but take the opportunity to position your face over his, slightly slowing your rhythm as you gather a glob of saliva around your tongue. moving your hand that isn't in his hair to his chin, you make sure to hold his jaw open in a pistol grip before gently spitting into his mouth. it lands on his tongue, the instant taste gratifying as he closes his lips and swallows it graciously.

the burn in your thighs as you resume your pace doesn't even matter to you when you're hearing satoru's melodic moans being ripped from him so easily. on one particular downstroke, you feel his dick twitch inside you, his grip on your waist tightening imperceptibly.

"nghh- g'na cum-" the pleasure so strong now on his overstimulated cock that he almost sobs.

it's at this point that you remember why this even started in the first place, and decide to be considerate. you keep the same, constant rhythm, not allowing yourself to falter as you ride him closer to his orgasm, "c'mon, baby, i've got you.."

eyes squeezed shut and toes curled, satoru lets out the most pornographic moan of the night, "f-fuck, y/n, m'cumming-!"

you do your best to ride him through his high, feeling ropes of his release paint your walls white as his cum is forced out of your cunt even while he's still in you - purely due to abundance. but everything is too much; the amalgamation of all your senses finally pushing you over the edge into your final climax of the night. you hadn't even realised you were that close, being so focused on satoru. the overwhelming feeling takes you by such surprise that a broken moan rips through your throat as your hands grasp onto his shoulders. he regains enough composure, opening his eyes just in time to see your face contorted in pleasure, your body lightly convulsing on top of his as your movements halt.

he manages a tired smirk, one of his palms landing a firm spank to your ass as you start to come down from your high, "atta girl.."

the contact makes you jolt forwards, finally sitting flush on him again, bodies still connected. after a small breather against his chest, you lazily pull yourself off of his softening cock, leaning back on his legs so he can watch his favourite part. gently clenching and unclenching, you're able to push out the combination of your multiple releases; your gaze locked on satoru, whose eyes are trained on how the viscious mixture slowly bubbles and dribbles down your swollen folds. mesmerised, he reaches in between your bodies, three fingers coming into contact with your spent pussy as he carefully scoops up as much as he can and lifts it back to his mouth. his lips enclose around his snack, eyes closed in bliss as he licks the digits clean with a guttural groan.

you just giggle, albeit sleepily, "how's that? feeling relaxed?"

he shifts his attention back to you at the sound of your voice, reaching out to softly tug you back into his arms, "hmm, you have no idea," he peppers your face with kisses, repeating 'thank you's in between.

laying your tired form under the covers next to him, he rolls off the bed before he's back with a damp cloth. gently cleaning you up as much as he can, he deals with the mess as briefly as possible before joining you in the warmth of your blankets. and finally, sleep finds you surrounded by love.

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a/n: okay so i wrote this at 2:30am because i need him viscerally. and yes, the "atta girl" is self-indulgent x

-> all writing credits to @dorotheeasrce - do not copy, impersonate, or feed to ai! ｡𖦹°‧