#megum

He stepped closer, resting a hand on your shoulder with a light squeeze.

"Now now, don't be like that. I'm just trying to be helpful. Besides, even if this is technically Suguru's place, I've spent enough time here to consider it mine too" he points around the place.

"So, what do you say? Will you let me lend a hand, or do I need to take my 'assholery' elsewhere?" His fingers idly toyed with the hem of your shirt.

You brushed him off, shooting him a warning glance. "Fine. Just stay out of my way and keep your mouth shut."

"Alright, alright, I'll keep quiet and let the culinary genius work her magic," he leaned lazily against the opposite counter, watching you far too intently for your liking.

After a moment, he broke the silence. "So, who’s coming over tonight? Just us three or are we entertaining guests?"

You glanced at him over your shoulder. "A friend of mine. Try to behave."

"Oh, I'll be on my best behavior." His grin was all teeth. "Wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of your friend."

Your eyes narrowed. "She’s my best friend, so don’t start something."

Gojo chuckled, clearly enjoying the edge in your voice. "Relax. I’m harmless. Well, mostly.

Later, as you pulled the dish from the oven, you felt his gaze on you. The way his eyes trailed down your back and heat prickled at your collarbone, no matter how much you willed it away. You cursed silently, remembering your choice of skirt and oversized T-shirt.

"You know, you look kind of sexy when you cook," Gojo remarked, his voice closer than expected.

"Maybe I should gouge your eyes out someday," you muttered, keeping your focus on plating the food.

He laughed, unfazed. "Kinky. Didn't know you were into that. Blindfolded and helpless, how romantic. But I think I prefer you leaving them right where they are. I’d hate to miss the fireworks when you get mad." he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear as he leans in close."Now, are you going to finish cooking, or should I take over and show you how it's really done?"

You scowled, pushing the dish closer to him. "If you're done being a menace, set the table." he was just fishing for a reaction—his irritating presence impossible to miss.

Gojo shrugged, gathering the plates with exaggerated flair. "Your wish is my command."

By the time your best friend arrived, Gojo greeted her with over-the-top enthusiasm, flashing his brightest smile.

"Well, looks like our guest has arrived. I suppose I should go greet her properly," Gojo calls over his shoulder with a wink, disappearing out of sight.

"Welcome, welcome! It's an honor to meet Y/N's legendary bestie," he declared, shaking her hand with mock seriousness.

You shot your friend a look that screamed, Ignore him.

Your friend looks taken aback by his exuberance, but quickly returns the smile, clearly charmed by Gojo's affable demeanorand you take a mental note to scolding her later.

"It's great to meet you too, Satoru. Y’N always talked about you" she replies, her cheeks flushing slightly for embarassment, she is an introvert aroung someone like Gojo, so, i get it.

You hug her, sending Gojo a glare while he raises an eyebrow but doesn't seem deterred, continuing to chat with your friend as if nothing's amiss.

"Make yourself at home, lovely. The guest room's just down the hall, second door on the left," he instructs, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the bedroom.

As your friend heads off to freshen up, Gojo turns back to you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"So...did I pass the test?"he asks, a smile playing on his lips but before you can respond, he reaches out and playfully ruffles your hair, earning a scowl from you.

"Whatever, Gojo. "you were already annoyed at his behaviour but a glimpse of another feeling you can’t quite decipher is here.

Gojo lingered by the counter, phone in hand as he dialed. "I'll give Suguru a call. Dinner smells too good to keep him waiting."

As he waited for your brother to pick up, he glanced at you with a smirk. "You know, for someone who claims to dislike me so much, you sure talk about me a lot."

You scoffed without looking up. "Don’t get ahead of yourself. My best friend told you that. And trust me, it’s all bad stuff."

He laughed softly, brushing by to snag a bread roll. "Mmm, smells delicious in here." Suguru! My man! Dinner’s ready, come on over," he announced into the phone.

After some time, Suguru stepped inside, his warm eyes flicking between you and Gojo knowingly. "Hope you two haven’t killed each other yet."

"We came close," you muttered, setting down the last plate.

Gojo grinned, unbothered. "Ah, she loves me. Can't help it."

Suguru laughed softly as he took his seat. "You’re lucky I tolerate you, Satoru."

Gojo's eyes twinkled. "It’s mutual, Suguru. It’s mutual."

As you invite everyone to the table, Gojo slides into the seat beside Suguru and a slow, knowing curve of his lips that made you want to slap it right off.

"After you, ma'am," he says with an exaggerated flourish, gesturing for you to sit first. His eyes gleam with mischief, like he's holding back a joke only he finds hilarious. You resist the urge to roll your eyes and focus on catching up with your friend.

For a while, Gojo surprisingly tones it down, leaning into a quiet conversation with Suguru. His expression shifts – brow furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. You glance over and catch that rare side of him, the one hidden beneath layers of bravado. It's oddly grounding, but you quickly shake the thought away.

Then the wine flows, and predictably, Gojo resurfaces in full force. Across the table, he meets your gaze, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

"Y/N, you wouldn't be planning to keep all the dessert to yourself, would you?" His voice dips conspiratorially, as if you’re partners in crime. He leans back, looking far too smug, and something about his relaxed posture grates on you.

"Please," you scoff. "Like you’d ever let me have the chance."

Gojo's chuckle is soft but unmistakably pleased. "Oh, I'd never deprive you of something sweet, darling." His tone is dripping in false sincerity, the word 'darling' rolling off his tongue like it's second nature.

You try to steer your attention back to your best friend, but Gojo's presence feels magnetic. Loud, boisterous, always inserting himself in conversations he wasn’t invited to. Just as you’re about to speak, his hand darts across the table, swiping a piece of cake right off your plate.

"Mmm," he hums, savoring it. "Delicious."

Your best friend breaks into laughter, and even Suguru shakes his head with a knowing smile. You glare, but the heat creeping up your neck betrays your irritation.

As the night wears on, Gojo falls into easy banter with your best friend, and you catch him sneaking glances at you between teasing remarks. The glint in his eye feels deliberate, like he’s testing waters, trying to gauge if he can fluster you. A fleeting thought crosses your mind – was he trying to make you jealous? Ridiculous.

But the elbow that brushes against yours as he leans in, his proximity deliberate, makes you second-guess yourself. His cologne, warm and crisp, lingers in the air between you, clouding your senses.

Suguru watches with an amused expression but doesn’t interfere. Your best friend, meanwhile, looks like she’s teetering between entertained and overwhelmed.

Later, as dinner winds down, you follow your friend to the door. Your brother offers to walk her home, but the glance he throws at Gojo doesn’t go unnoticed. You can’t help but wonder if your brother’s intentions are entirely innocent.

As the door closes behind them, Gojo stretches lazily against the wall, arms crossed in that casual way of his. When his eyes meet yours, something unreadable flickers beneath his gaze.

"That was fun," he says, his tone light, though there's an edge you can't place. "Though I think I prefer our one-on-one interactions."

He pushes off the wall, taking a slow step closer, his body language unhurried. The shift in atmosphere sends a ripple down your spine.

"So, what's next? More bickering? Or something more... exciting?" His voice dips just enough to make you wary of his intentions.

You exhale, crossing your arms. "What do you want, Gojo?"

His grin widens at your exasperation, but something about his gaze turns softer. "What I want?" He steps closer, and for a second, the teasing falters. "I think you know."

The air feels thick as his eyes linger on yours. For a moment, you’re certain he’s going to say something infuriating, but his voice drops to a murmur, the space between you narrowing.

"You want me to stop pushing, but let’s be honest, Y/N. You don't actually hate it."

our breath hitched—annoyingly obvious, even to you. It's not the words but the way he says them – like he’s too sure of himself. Too sure of you.

"Stop," you warn, the heat in your cheeks betraying you. Suguru could walk in at any moment, and you weren’t about to entertain whatever game Gojo was playing.

His eyes search yours for a beat before he steps back, his flicked eyes never fully fades. "Alright, alright. Don’t worry. Suguru trusts me, remember?"

You narrow your eyes. "What does that mean? He knows something I don't?"

Gojo’s chuckle is low, and he shrugs as if the answer is obvious. "Suguru’s sharp. He notices things."

His proximity is unnerving again, and when his gaze flicks to your lips, you feel your pulse quicken.

"Stop it Gojo. This isn't some game to me. " Your frustration simmers beneath the surface, bubbling over in your voice.

Gojo's playful facade falters, if only for a moment. His eyes soften, though the undercurrent of something more intense lingers. "I know, Y/N," he says quietly, his voice shedding its usual teasing lilt. "And I’m sorry if I crossed a line. That wasn’t my intention."

His hands lift in a gesture of surrender, but there’s a restless energy about him, like he's holding himself back. "As i said, Suguru trusts me. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that," Gojo adds, his gaze unwavering. "You don’t have to worry about him walking in on anything... questionable."

The weight of his words hangs in the air, and despite yourself, the implication makes your pulse quicken.

"I don't understand" Gojo chuckles, low and smooth. His eyes crinkle at the corners, mischief rekindling. "Oh, relax, Suguru doesn’t know everything," he says, waving a hand dismissively. "But he’s perceptive. He’s noticed things. Like how much you claim to loathe me... and yet here you are."

He takes a deliberate step forward, the space between you evaporating until he’s close enough that your senses blur. "And how, despite yourself, you find me... interesting."

His voice dips into something lower, and your stomach twists at the way he lingers on that last word.

Your breath catches, heat rising to your cheeks. "Stop saying stupid things, Gojo."

His grin only deepens at your flustered tone. "Aww, don’t be shy, Y/N." His fingers graze the side of your face, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The touch burns more than it should, and you curse the way your skin reacts to him.

"We both know the truth."

Your body betrays you, gravitating toward his warmth even as you will it not to. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension, thick enough to drown in.

"You want me, Y/N," he murmurs, his breath brushing your cheek, "even if you’d rather not admit it. And I want you too."

His proximity becomes suffocating in the best way. His lips hover just out of reach, drawing you in without fully closing the distance. Your heart hammers against your ribs, torn between stepping away and leaning into him.

"This isn’t right. We can’t..." Your voice trails off, the words dissolving as his hands settle lightly at your waist.

Gojo’s eyes flash with something victorious, his grip tightening as he pulls you closer, until your bodies nearly align.

"Oh, but it feels right," he whispers, his lips brushing the edge of your ear. "Like we’re meant to fit together."

His lips crash against yours, slow at first, but it unravels quickly. His mouth moves with deliberate intent, tasting, teasing, until you forget how to breathe. His hand slides into your hair, threading through the strands and tugging just enough to keep you where he wants. The kiss deepens, a low hum vibrating from him as if he can’t get enough. You fall into it—into him—your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, anchoring yourself as heat pools low in your stomach. A soft sound escapes you when his tongue brushes against yours, and the world narrows to the way his body feels against yours, the quiet ache it sparks.

" Gojo… stop.. "You pant against his lips, breaths tangling in the narrow space between you. Gojo pulls back, his chest rising and falling in sync with yours. His gaze drops to you, the wicked glint in his blue eyes darkening with something you can't quite name.

"Not until I've had my fill, sweetheart," he rasps, his fingers deftly working open the buttons of your blouse. "And I'm far from satisfied."

He pushes your blouse aside to reveal your bra, his gaze raking over your breasts with palpable thrist "So beautiful," Gojo murmurs, leaning in to nuzzle the swell of your cleavage. "I knew you'd be perfect."

With a fast motion, he unhooks your bra and tosses it carelessly aside, exposing your rosy nipples, he looks like it could devour you whole. He closes his mouth around one, suckling with slow, eager precision as his hand kneads the other.

A sharp cry slips from your lips as pleasure pulses through you, your hips arching on their own. Your fingers tangle in his hair, keeping him pressed against you, the last traces of anger melting away under his touch.

"Fuck…" Gojo releases your nipple, his lips trailing up your neck to nip at your earlobe.

‘That's it, baby," he groans, grinding his erection against you.

"Let go for me. I'll make you forget all about your rage." His hands trail over your curves, mapping every dip and rise, squeezing and caressing the bare skin he can reach. He reaches down to palm your sex through your pants, rubbing firmly. "So wet already," he praises, his thumb finding your clit and circling it. "You're dripping for me, aren't you?" Without waiting for an answer, he sinks to his knees, yanking your pants and underwear down in one swift motion. He buries his face between your thighs, licking teasly your thigh.

" Gojo..what-…"you moan looking at him between your thighs. He looks up at you with a knowing gleam flickering in his eyes, his chin glistening with your arousal.

"What do you think I'm doing, Y’N" he asks, his voice muffled by your pussy. "Giving you what you really want?"He dives back in, his tongue start licking your pussy, delving deep inside you as he fucks you with it, curling and twisting to hit all your sensitive spots.

"Mmm, taste how sweet you are," Gojo hums, savoring your taste. "I could eat this pretty cunt all day." You throw your head back, a blush on your cheek as you are lost in the intense sensations, your nails dig into his scalp as you hold him in place, riding his face.

" Oh fuck…… "whimpering, your thighs starting to tremble, the pressure building in your intensifies with each stroke of his tongue. His tongue pistoning in and out of you at a frantic pace. He adds a finger, pumping it in time with his oral assault, stretching and filling you.

"That's it, come for me," he urges, his voice vibrating against your clit. "Soak my face " He curls his finger inside you, the combination of his relentless tongue and probing fingers sends you too soon hurtling towards orgasm.

"Fuuuck, you taste incredible when you cum," he growls, lapping up your essence as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. You scream, your body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of your life rips through you, unaware of yours legs wrapping around his head, holding him close as you ride it out.

" Gojo… "you pant, still trembling with pleasure. Gojo slowly pulls away, he sits back on his heels, admiring the sight of you, flushed and panting. "You look stunning like that," he says, his words rolled out low and thick.

´´Completely ravished." He stands up, towering over you as he undoes his belt and shoves his pants down, freeing his thick cock. It bobs heavily, already leaking pre-cum.

"I hope you're ready for round two" Gojo declares

"I intend to fuck you senseless until you can't remember your own name, maybe only mine’’

He’s rambling again—like always—but right now, you're far too turned on to care.

" Bedroom. Now. " Gojo chuckled slowly, seeing you completly surrender, picking you up effortlessly and tossing you over his shoulder.

"As you wish, princess." He strides purposefully out of the kitchen, heading straight for the bedroom.

Once there, he tosses you onto the mattress, looming over you with a lustful gleam in his eyes."Now, where were we?" he purrs, crawling up your body to pin you beneath him.

"Ah yes, I believe I promised to fuck you senseless"

With that, he crashes his lips against yours, the kiss deep and demanding, leaving no room for second thoughts, while his hips grind against yours, aligning his throbbing cock with your entrance.

You moan into the kiss, you wrap yours legs around his waist, trying to draw him closer. Gojo breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he gazes down at you with burning intensity.

"Look at you, so eager, who would have thought?," he growls, reaching between your bodies to line himself up. With a single powerful thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside you, a low grunt escaping him at the sensation of your tight heat enveloping him.

´´Fuck…you feel amazing," he rasps, beginning to move. Gojo start fucking you more deeper and harder, making your legs already tremble.

Your breath almost stop, whimpering and at that, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "This is what you needed, isn't it?" you cry out an "Yes", overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts.

Your nails rake down his back as you try to anchor yourself against it. Gojo leans down, capturing your mouth again in a brutal kiss as he continues to fuck you hard. His hips snap forward with each thrust, the head of his cock slamming against your cervix.

"You love this, don't you?" he grunts against your lips, his hot breath all over your face. "Loving every inch of my cock buried deep inside you."One hand slides up your side to palm your breast, squeezing the soft flesh roughly.

His thumb flicks over your nipple, sending a wave of pleasure-pain shooting through you."Gojo…wait…i ca-" you moan so hard that is makes you feel embarassed.

"That's it, baby, sing for me,"Gojo commands, his voice rough with lust. "Let everyone know who's fucking you stupid right now."

"Fuck Gojo…you feel so good…."moaning while his annoying words makes you so aroused.

His fingers digging into your flesh as he pistons in and out of you renttless "You want more, don't you?" he taunts, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "Want me to fill your pussy up until you can't walk straight?"He reaches down, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing slowly circles around the sensitive nub.

The extra stimulation ignites, sending a sharp jolt through your senses. "That's it, cum on my cock," Gojo demands, his thrusts growing even more aggressive and your whole body tenses.

"Oh god, oh fuck, I'm…I'm.. "you scream, vision going white as an overwhelming orgasm takes over you. Gojo's eyes widen slightly, groaning deeply as he feels your pussy clench around him.

"Fuuuck,baby…so good…such a good girl…" he gasps, His rhythm falters for a moment, but he fights to keep control "So tight…you're gonna make me-"

A few more powerful thrusts and then Gojo throws his head back, a strained, feral noise slips past his lips, his cock pulsing violently as he cums inside you. Thick ropes of cum paint your insides, filling you to the brim as he ride it out.

"Shit…so good," he pants, collapsing on top of you, his softening member still buried deep within your spasming pussy.