#gojokima

Let it be clear, neither of them liked each other. Not much at all, in fact, they came much closer to hating each other during most encounters. But unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, their encounters were often very frequent, and there was no denying the fact that the more you meet someone, the more you're forced to know/learn about them. And they've learned a lot, about each other, most specifically the things they have in common. For example, neither of them cared much for how other people viewed them, both were extremely comfortable in the face of danger, and most of all...

They both really liked sex; especially with ones they hated.

Well, maybe hatred was a strong term; more likely that neither of them particularly cared for each other much at all. After all, how can you have frequent hook-ups involving nasty, sickly sex with someone you couldn't stand? That is the very definition of hatred isn't it?

The truth is they both had a bit of an interesting situationship, so to speak. One that involved severe benefits towards them both.

And that truth was no different today, another day that held a very wanton encounter in store for the both of them. Makima was having yet another one of those days, where she worked tirelessly in her office. Not an unusual occurrence in the slightest, and definitely not a tiresome one considering how she could go an entire lifespan without resting. With all that being said however, Devils still possessed their "physical" needs, such as hunger, thirst, and of course... lust. The ladder was the one she was currently feeling the most bothersome effect from, her heart basically pounding out of her chest as she imagined touching herself while being ravished by a handsome man. No, not even Devils could overcome these exhaustingly human desires, and it was ripping Makima apart internally; although her facial expression indicated no amount of her inner turmoil.

She kept unconsciously brushing her fingertips against the fly of her pants, right between her legs and directly over that sweet spot, the one craving so desperately to be touched right now. She started to break out into a nervous sweat, her face still remaining intact with it's unsettling neutrality. Her leg began to shake violently underneath her desk, pitter-pattering against the floorboards underneath so brazenly that she was a slight bit worried someone might notice.

Externally, she was trying her hardest to focus on getting her paperwork done. Internally, she was thinking about all the potential suitors to court her that she could realistically find within the Devil Hunter's Organization building. Denji was of course the clearest one, given how gladly he'd accept pleasuring her in a moment's notice, but his youth and frank desperation was quite the turn-off for her. Aki could be another good substitute, he was rather handsome and far more mature than Denji was, and she's certain he would be willing to attend to her needs almost immediately, but she doubted he would be an exciting, carefree lay. Kishibe was an interesting one to think about, since he had possibly all the best attributes of the previous two, but she was unsure that he would consensually want to do such a thing with her, especially with how little trust she had earned from him.

All three of those potential options were complete flunks in her eyes, and the only other one made her squint from sourness.

In her mind, Gojo Satoru was the only man for the job right now that she knew was almost always available for such a thing, and she sure knew he'd be able to hit all the good spots given how many times they had "sparred" before. So far, he's the only one she's thought about to actually make her feel a little wet between the legs just imagining him. That is an undeniable indicator that he's what her body both wants and needs right now, so she very reluctantly rings up his number onto her office phone.

It would take him some time to get here, dimension traversal was not easy nor was it simple after all. But given how he's known to be the "strongest" in his universe, and how it's been 35 minutes since she rang him, when usually he'd already have been there before 5, she's growing bitterly impatient towards his foreseen lackadaisical aspects.

By the time he's finally arrived, she holds in the violent urge to claw deep into her desk until it breaks in front of him, which no doubt would be a turn-on for him.

Once he was within her office, he befittingly had the gall to release a cocky, flirtatious expression over his face while she stared at him with the blank-faced look that a loon who really wants to tear someone asunder would give to their chosen victim. That doesn't deter his smugness in the slightest, unfortunately.

He looked towards her like he was prepared to say something. Oh boy, this ought to be good.

"Yo, heard you were missing me... what have you got in store for today baby~?" he flirtatiously snarked.

She was quite surprised, expecting something far more agitating to come out of his mouth. But she had very little interest in reflecting about any of that, there was something she had been desiring for 37 minutes now, and there it was, right before her.

Her smile widened, ever-so-slightly.

"How about I show you?" she said, not even requiring any additives of flirtation to her already silky-smooth voice.

It isn't wise for them to do this, not here. But oh well, neither of them really cared for overt caution. Besides, even if someone, or many, were to have caught them; what could they do? Report them to HR for inappropriate work conduct? Yeah, right. How was she to care for any of that as a potential risk when each panting breath hitting the back of her neck felt so cozy, how was she to care for any of that with each striking of pressure between both their skins as his hips thrusted forward carelessly, and how was she to care for that with the glistening moisture of her bodily fluids teasingly leaking from her, as if to send a message?

The answer was simple; she didn't. From behind, she felt Gojo resting his chin upon her shoulder, his panting breaths now tickling her ear.

"Makima..." Gojo whispered, breath stolen from the feel of her warm, sweaty thighs.

Fuck, she knew he was the only right choice, no one else knew exactly how to please her like he did. This validation, in turn, only managed to increase her arousal.

She lifted up her free hand and laid it over his cheek, caressing down it gently.

"Hush now, I'm almost there..." she panted.

Only her subservient boytoy could manage to work her into a state such as this, getting her actually moaning audibly instead of leaving her silent like most of her bedroom partners have over the years. Her soft, barely huffed moans came to a climax in tandem with her pussy. And through the fold, some moisture shot out and fell between each of her fingers. There it was, that exciting rush of satisfaction flowing throughout her entirety, leaving her filled with bliss. But she wasn't yet fully satisfied, not after the struggles she had to endure over the course of 37 minutes spent waiting just for him.

She was going use him for all he was worth, and she hoped that would be made clear to him over the course of these actions. Once she was finished, he sighed laxly and tried to remove his member from between her thighs. She wouldn't let that happen, of course, and that was made crystal clear to him when her thighs had clapped together so lockingly, that he felt an almost painful strain over his penis; only coming in seconds before a powerful surge of pleasure. She shook her head, audibly cackling with playful intent.

"Not yet, Satoru. My needs haven't thoroughly been met enough." she stated.

He needn't pry her further, as that was all he required to know.

"Gotcha, Makima." he said, choking down a whimper as he was speaking.

He immediately continued thrusting his hips into her thighs, speeding up a little between each one he made.

"Good boy..." she murmured.

Thinking back on it, hatred might have been a misjudgment on her part after all. They drove each other crazy sure, but it was perhaps in a more endearing way than she thought; like two siblings teasing one another to a state of murder, or was that analogy worse for what it entailed?

She did not know, nor did she have time to know, as she was too busy getting her mind fucked out of her thighs. At this point, he had been maddened by lust with how careless each forceful thrust was, one arriving shortly after another within the speed of sound. What's even madder is that it hadn't taken very long for him to come to this point, he really just got THAT into her thighs after receiving the go-card, which brought her the slightest of smirks on an otherwise blank face. He didn't last long either, only taking about 2 minutes of thrusting for him to splooge all over the papers on her desk. She didn't mind that much though, not with how good he was making her feel.

"Ghaaaaahhhh... sorry Makima, I couldn't hold it in anymore..." he huffed, sounding enchantingly breathless in her ear.

She petted his face.

"Not to worry Satoru, I enjoyed it quite a lot." she softly replied.

Fortunately for her, it seems like he wasn't fully satisfied yet either. In fact, he appeared somewhat more motivated after receiving such an affectionate gesture from her, even if it was fake. The next thing she knew, he had a strong hold over his still-erect penis, slipping it upward and into her pussy. She squealed giddily from it's entrance, her sounds only growing twice more feral as he began thrusting it in. At this point, she cared entirely naught for anything other than gaining more pleasure; keeping up appearances, worrying about her colleagues hearing them, her important papers getting covered in their fluids, none of it mattered more to her than that.

Seeing him get so weak between her thighs was definitely good for her, but this was so much better. Now, instead of their pleasures being oddly separate from one another's, they were perfectly matched in tandem to each other. The inward press of each strenuous thrust made vaginally from behind spiked their bodies with that exciting wave of titillation, with every pull-away leaving them possessed with a strong craving for more. The fulfillment was indeed everything the devil had hoped she would receive and more, and she was certain it was the same kind of feeling for him as well. His arms had been hugging her figure this entire time, but she took immediate notice of how vastly his holding strength had gotten, how tightly he was interlocking them together.

"Makima..." he whispered, a low, secretive growl intertwined with the submissive vocal expression.

He had paused, paused to take more of those desperate huffs for air she had been adoring throughout each second of their intercourse.

"...I'm yours, right?" he calmly questioned.

Her moans got louder as his thrusting grew more furious.

"Of course Satoru. What else did you think this agreement entailed?" she spoke.

He was behind her, just outside of her point of view, but even despite that, she could tell he was smiling.

"That confirms it then... you're mine." he claimed, arrogantly as ever.

"That's quite the bold statement Satoru, even for you..." she said through breaths of ecstasy.

"Mine... all mine. No one else can fill you up as perfectly as me baby." he flirtatiously claimed.

"How can you be so sure of that?" she teased.

He stopped, swiftly allowing his penis a break during the outtake. And then, during the intake, it came at a slower, much more impactful pace. It felt so good that her moans no longer felt permitted, more like instinctual. He was digging his feral claws into the most primal regions of her unknown soul, prying an absolute animal out of her. No other man could do this to her besides him, that was clearer than ever now.

"No-one else has the skills I've got, admit it Makima. Go ahead and tell me how right I am..." he requested, his tone awfully dry.

He was starting to get on her nerves a little, suddenly reminded of who exactly she was having sex with again in a moment's notice. She really did not want to admit such a truth to him, Makima knew he would never let her hear the end of it if she did so. And so, she resorted to a typical strategy of flirtatious teasing.

"Hmm... I'm sure there's plenty of men capable of pleasuring me in ways similar to this." she said.

"Is that right? And who would those guys be?" he asked.

"Well... I wouldn't know, but I'm quite sure Kishibe would be a better contender for such a title above you." she coldly answered.

Okay, maybe that was too hurtful.

She still thinly smiled, thinking she had secured a mental victory over him, but that all came crashing down when he stopped. Unlike the previous time he stopped, there was no swift rebuttal, only an emptiness inside of her needy pussy. Only the tip remained, teasingly standing still just within her entrance, and she knew precisely what he was up to. She played along, believing he wouldn't be able to resist her for very long. But as the minutes passed by, it was clear that maybe he needed a little more than silence to get him going the way he was. She began moaning softly, swaying hips in a sensual manner, seductively tapping her ass into his stomach.

"Come on Satoru, you know all too well you can't resist this..." she teased.

He remained still as a rock, so she attempted a slightly more humiliating strategy.

"C'moonnn Satoruuuuu, pleeeease fill me up~?" she said, over-exaggerating her voice.

Still nothing, she resorted to her last ditch effort besides honesty.

"Satoru? I'm sorry, now can we continue please?" she said, her cheeks becoming flushed with a tinge of pink.

Unfortunately, still nothing. She would have to be open to him it seems, which pissed her off royally.

"Alright fine, I can't stand anyone else in bed. You're the only one equipped to handle me, and I'm not as powerful as I think I am, are you satisfied?" she said, her words genuine behind all the annoyed sass in her voice.

Just then, she felt his member come raging inside of her once again. The swift, unexpected impact sent her body through the roof with pleasure.

"Almost." he whispered teasingly.

Although she was quite angry and turned-off by his stubborn attitude just now, it hardly diminished the return to thrill she received the moment he filled her pussy again.

From then on was wonderful, nothing but true, carnality being inflicted upon one another's physiques. They must have touched each other's figures at least a thousand times by now, only sinking deeper into the depths of perverted depravity. This had been going on for almost 20 minutes, going on 30 quite soon. Makima knew at this point that the wait was far and away from just being worth it; he had exceeded almost everything lustful she desired to attain. The only thing she didn't have yet was a less agitating version of him.

Her pussy had been worked for much longer than she had expected, it was still running with moisture, so much that it became similar to a lubricant of sorts, that squelched beautifully with each raw insertion of his lightning rod. She wouldn't last much longer, and that was beyond fine with her.

"That's it pretty thing... make me cum..." she rasped, voice exhausted from the endeavor.

He sped things up accordingly, which only made his restricted breaths of exertion all the more present.

"Good M-Makima, fuck that's so good... no-one's body is more perfect for me then yours~!" he moaned.

His breathing was getting concerning with how much desperation was ingrained within each breath produced, but that was only erotica for her ears. In fact, his unkempt desperation gave Makima a clever idea of how to finish him off.

"Touch my boobs..." she quietly said.

"What was that?" he questioned.

"Touch my boobs!" she repeated, clearly enough that he could tell it was a command, not a request.

He said no words, why would he? His actions spoke far louder after all, and those hands were absolutely booming with audio. He groped her in a rhythmic manner, as if he were massaging her chest as opposed to gripping it tightly within each palm. His masseuse-like grappling made her moans develop into a softened whine, a sound she could tell was bringing him over the edge with how he was reacting to it.

"Agh, fuuuck... Makima I'm about to-" he cut himself off, basically drowning himself in her bodily flesh while reaching his climax.

He was close, so close while still inside of her. Luckily, Makima had a trick up her sleeve concerning exactly this potential outcome. Within one final, deepening slam of his penis, the entire length was balls-deep inside of her. Before he could cum however, she used a mysterious ability that launched Gojo's penis outside of her vagina. It sprung out of her and exploded all over her desk.

"Bang." she whispered.

While moaning into her shoulder, Makima took this opportunity to reaffirm her dominance over her submissive boytoy led slightly astray. While cumming, she clapped both her thighs together again, effectively trapping his penis between them once more. She even began to jerk him off with them, all the while laughing erotically as if to taunt him. He moaned like a sniveling, touch-starved individual throughout the final stretch; not stopping even after his penis had already finished. They panted like maniacs when the whole affair was over, and yeah, there was certainly no possibility that someone didn't hear them.

"Remember who's in charge here now, pretty boy~?" she flirtatiously questioned.

"Yep, fine by me. You can be as in charge of me as you want, just don't go out there ever thinking you're anyone else's ever again baby..." he ominously teased.