#infi8ity

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YOU CAN'T HELP BUT ADMIRE THE SERENE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE. his usually intense eyes are closed, framed by his tousled white hair that falls softly across the pillow.

you’re keenly aware of the warmth radiating from his body beneath you. gently shifting your hips, and continuing your motions above him, it felt wrong to do anything other than adore him.

even in his sleep, he was perfect.

the cloudlike fabric of his shirt under your touch feels strangely comforting, and you can’t help but rest your hands along the strong, defined contours of his relaxed muscles to brace yourself. the soft glow of the golden sunrise filtering through the window casts a delicate halo around him, accentuating the profile of his face. his features are softened, his expression tranquil and untroubled.

gojo satarou could sleep through nearly anything. he could sleep through your phone calls, banging on his door to check if he was alive, the kids at school drawing obscene objects on his face, explosions, and more.

but what you never discovered... was if he could even sleep through you, riding the hell out of his morning wood.

you rotate your hips, rocking against his erect dick. your motions are slow and deliberate as you seek only to ride for your own pleasure; seeing as it was his erection and humping that had woken you up and given you the wicked idea in the first place.

those slightly parted lips, always the prettiest shade of pink to you are irresistibly tempting. unable to resist the allure, you lean down and press a soft, lingering kiss against them.

from the angle of being pressed against his chest, and continuing to raise your ass above him in a steady motion, a quiet moan escapes your lips. you could feel him deeper inside of you, your pussy clenching around his length. sucking him in like a vacuum.

as you attempt to sit up, strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you firmly against his chest. you feel him shift, bending his knees up at an angle, securing you in place. "shit." you exclaim, shamefully feeling caught.

gojo tsks. "come on sweetheart, did you really think i'd stay asleep through that?" he murmurs gruffly in your ear, his voice heavy with sleep. he slams his hips into yours, thrusting every inch of his veiny cock into your slick cunt.

you cry out, burying your head in his shoulder as he assumes an animastic pace, pistoning in and out of the overwhelming heat in between your legs. together, your moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure.

"i didn't mean to wake you jo." you whine.

"too late." he hums. "lets finish what you started hm?" he adds before continuing his assault deep inside of you. hell bent on fucking you both back to sleep.

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NANAMI KENTO WOULD LEAVE HIS WIFE FOR YOU. a truth that crystallized with an intoxicating certainty after a week of nights spent watching your set at the gentleman’s club.

always front and center, whiskey in hand, suit undone, he lounged with his arms draped over the plush velvet red sofa he paid a hefty sum for each night—just to throw you quadruple that on to the stage. if it weren’t for his old lady at home, he would empty his wallet at your feet without a second thought.

after late nights at the office on a business trip miles from home, he could never forget how he had stumbled across club and caught a glimpse of the flashing marquee: “dirty diana.” your name alone sent a thrill throughout him, pulling him in like a moth to a flame.

one glimpse turned into a nightly ritual, each visit an escape from the job slowly eating him alive and failing marriage quickly driving him to insanity. each moment with you a tantalizing promise he couldn't resist. each gaze shared, full of lust and curiosity— intensified his temptation of infidelity.

he could do nothing as he was sucked deeper into a world where all he could think about was you.