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There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.

i bet gojo loves to tease the fuck out of you, he’d probably hold off on putting his cock inside you til you’re shaking and begging, he’d rub his leaky tip all over your clit, hold your thighs closed and fucks them til you’re crying for him to put it inside

wOW

cw: f! reader, unprotected, mean gojo, dirty talk, 18+

gojo staring at you— being so mean by mimicking your pout on his lips, his leaky swollen tip just brushing up against your now neglected folds, he tilts his head before swiping it back and forth against you— making you shiver. “. . . ohhh, what‘s with that look, do you want me to finish?”

you‘re so whiney, just a few seconds ago his sloppy mean hips were just driving and thrusting into you— you were chasing your orgasm that was yet to come before he abruptly pulls out, painting part of the opening of your cunt with spurts of his cum. “p-ple—”

“awww, sorry angel, i don‘t know what that means,” he shrugs, and smiles to himself— seeing you grow frustrated, desperate even, he‘s just swiping his tip that leaked and leaked with such ropes of his seed, it was minimal— yet he just kept swiping his tip against your pussy, so close to just sink inside, yet he pulls it back—

then in— over and over and you’re just needy, he finds it cute with the way you try to move your hips but he squeezes your thigh, clicking his tongue. “hey, stop tryin’ to fuck me. i’ll finish when you speak proper sentences.” he grins.

“s—satoru,” you‘d babble, your head goes back as your back‘s laid against the sofa, your thighs ached, embarrassingly enough— your mouth starts to water from the inside, just imagining gojo finishing inside—

swallowing up his warmth with your pussy, it made a moan leave your lips and he only chuckles.

“yes baby,” he‘d coo— and now, he starts to smack his tip against your slick wet entrance, you start whining once he uses a rough hand to spread open your folds a bit—

teasingly rubbing a thumb against your throbbing clit before moving his fat leaky tip against it to watch your eyes roll back in pure want— just your lewd facial expressions alone were enough to turn him on. “ooooh, i know, girl . . like that don‘t you?”

the pout never leaves your face— your hips just stuttered from underneath him, and gojo’s staring at you, panting a bit, muscles tensing and contracting through his tight fitted tank, strands of his white hair raced down his eyes and he hums cockily— “if you just talk to me without stuttering, i‘ll give you what i want.”

there was such smugness in his tone— you weren’t even looking at him but could feel the haughty sneer that spreads against his glossed pink lips.

“. . i—”

“. . you—” he fake pouts, eyebrows furrowing playfully, awaiting your answer, and he moves his cock‘s attention towards your plush thighs, a near purr leaves his lips as he‘s just throbbing— his tip was a bright splotch of pink mixed with his cum that started to run near the sides—

a few slim veins coated down his shaft, his base with a few white colored specks of bodily hair before he dramatically sighs. “maybe you don‘t want me to finish. can’t even talk right. what a shame. and i was looking forward to ruining this sloppy pussy for a little while longer, hmpf.”

you wish you could have smacked him— his entire voice dripped with such condescending arrogance, he was cocky—

yet knew you wanted him to just fuck you, he’s wasting so much time it makes you dizzy. “just fuck me, satoru.” you glared— yet a mere whimper escapes your throat shortly afterwards.

“nuh-uh lose the fucking attitude,” he teases, and the way he makes his voice purposely lower makes your pathetic cunt twitch— he‘s wriggling his eyebrows as he speaks, before he brings a rude spank to your cunt, making your body react in such desire and crave for more—

you jolt a bit in such pleasure as your thighs nearly squeeze together. “pretty please fuck me satoru,” and then he pauses to swipe a tongue seductively across his lips. “or you’re not gonna get shit from me with a slick mouth like that, heheh sorry.”

so annoying— you bit down on your lip as he shares such intimate eye contact with you, and you’re breathing under your nose before you finally speak, sounding way too needy for your own good, “um . . please— pretty please fuck me, satoru.”

“good girl,” he praises, leaning in to kiss you but stops— and you whine once he pauses, only to feel him suddenly slip inside, he stretched you instantly and you gasp, a mewl leaving your lips once your arms wrap around him—

and like that he’s balls deep again, having your thighs a mess with own cum, before he drags a tongue against your neck. “fuckkk, now— lets see how quick i can make you cum before you get all stupid on me again, princess.”

Gojo Satoru is a menace. 

You love your husband, really you do, but you have never met anyone more unwilling to do chores than him. 

The only way you can convince him is if you use his one (known) weakness against him. 

“I folded a shirt!” Gojo exclaims proudly, setting it on top of the pile. “That’s worth two kisses.” 

You roll your eyes as he puckers his lips for you in anticipation. You throw a pair of his boxers at his head, and he peeks from one eye to glare at you. 

“You promised me kisses in exchange for helping you to fold the laundry,” he pouts, “even though I’m exhausted from work, and my muscles are aching, and I think my back is-” 

You slam your lips against his, effectively shutting him up as he groans appreciatively, hands roaming until they rest on the small of your back, pulling you closer. He grins into the kiss and you can’t help but smile back. 

“This isn’t fair Satoru.” you pout against his lips. “I’m tired from work too but you’re making me help with your chores.”

“It’s not my fault you can’t resist my charms.” he replies, trying (and failing) to send a flirty wink your way.

You respond by throwing another article of clothing at him. He looks comical with a pair of bright pink thongs on top of his head. 

He plucks them off, staring at the underwear in confusion before he smirks suggestively at you. 

“You tryna tell me something?” he asks, waving them in front of you. 

You snatch it off of him, unimpressed. 

“If you don’t hurry up and finish this, you won’t be getting any more kisses, nevermind anything tonight.” you threaten, giving him a pointed look.

He pretends to zip his mouth shut, and throws away the key, grabbing another shirt to start folding. You guys manage to finish the pile of laundry in comfortable silence without another hitch. 

He really is a menace you think — but watching him hum happily as he stands next to you, you wouldn’t have it any other way.