#“he grit his teeth in frustration” because he certainly can't rip out his hair and that little dude is dealing with idiots left and right

[starflungwaddledee]

Does starstruck have teeth?! Also, political backstory?! Why is she in politics???

i think that all waddle dees have teeth, but i would say that hers are particularly unusual and make her even more resistant than most when it comes to opening her mouth.

and good catch on that one, i actually tried to sneak it past! 😂✌️ but you're right to be dubious about the idea!!

politics is probably not a particularly good place for someone of her uhhh... intellectual calibre. i admittedly can't really see it resulting in anything less than a crisis of some kind

[dooppooo]

hi!! i saw the prompt list and i would totes love to read no. 2 and B. with gojo😭😭 like reader (she/her) and gojo are about to attend a meeting with the higher ups n gojo gets all horny n stuff😅

mdni - nsfw content, creampie, quickie, semi-public sex, use of pet name princess

Prompt List!

Thanks for the request!!! Gojo never fails to get me hot and bothered and this combo is just nngghhhhh

2. "I know, I know."

B. Fully clothed quickie

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Another day, another meeting with the higher ups.

It was no secret that everyone found these meetings dreadful and damn near intolerable. Who would want to sit and be lectured for God knows how long by obnoxious know it alls? Certainly not you, and definitely not Gojo Satoru.

At least, not without a little something to ease the aggravation before hand.

Gojo is notorious for his teasing and ability to get under people's skin with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. No matter your status or the severity of the situation, he always had a joke to crack or some way to get someone vibrating with anger. Then have the audacity to wonder why they were so frustrated. You learned this the first day you came across the socerer, and even let him pull his tricks on you.

But after a while, you figured that instead of letting him get the satisfaction of seeing you grit your teeth, you'd join him in his antics. Letting it roll off your back and bouncing some crude humor back to him was a sure fire way to either get him to snap his jaw shut or...

Snatch you into the nearest broom closet and fuck the brattiness out of you. It was almost routine at this point, matching Satoru's energy before a meeting that was sure to be a mood killer so you could both get a quick endorphin rush. If not, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself nor his snide remarks, whether that be accidentally grabbing your ass or commenting about how you'd look so much prettier pressed you against the wall with his cock shoved in you. How could you possible pay attention to your superiors when someone as handsome and - dare you say - charming is whispering lewd things in your ear and suggestively touching you the entire time? If you and Satoru didn't fuck before a meeting, consider whatever points the higher ups were trying to make moot.

So when Gojo made an unwelcome comment about your skirt being too short, you followed up with, "Then why don't you do something about it?" Rather than calling him an idiot. Good thing there was an empty classroom just a few doors down from the room where the meeting would be held because it offered the perfect place for Gojo to stuff you full of cum and rip a quick orgasm from both of you.

You both rushed in, snapping the blinds shut and locking the door. The man with snow-white hair gathered you by your waist and slammed you against the dusty chalk board, surely coating your uniform and cheek in the left over chalk. But that didn't matter when one of Gojo's massive palms was groping at your tit from beneath your bra and the other was ripping down your stockings and flipping your skirt up. It almost made you feel disgusting how quickly this man could have you dripping for him, yet it only made the experience that much more intense.

Clearly you both got an adrenaline rush from fucking so messily in a place that you could both easily be discovered - your jobs on the line. However, despite all the downsides to your routine quickie, you never failed to squeeze it in. All those negatives immediately fizzled away from your mind when Satoru ran his fingers between your slippery folds, rubbing a few teasing circles on your clit to see your empty core clench around nothing. You pressed your hips back against his hand while your naval started to warm with arousal, signaling to him to ease your desire for him rather than toy with your folds.

"I know I know," he leaned down to trail his steaming tongue up your neck, "We should make this quick, but I can't help myself when I see a pretty cunt like yours."

You whined and reached around to undo his pants, but he had you trapped between him and the board limiting your mobility.

"You could've just asked." He mocked in your ear before pulling his cock from the confines of his bottoms.

He hissed at the way you coated his aching cock, running it through your folds and nudging your clit making your knees wobble.

"Fucking put it in Satoru!" You demanded in a low tone as to not reveal your whereabouts.

He did not disappoint when with one snap of his hips his entire length was plunged into you, dropping your jaw. Before you could yelp, his hand slapped over your mouth and he groaned into the crook of your neck.

"If you don't cum in five minutes you're not cumming at all, we're already late." He pointed out, essentially warning you.

Next moment he was slamming into you from behind, carful to keep his hand clamped over your mouth and body shoved up against the dusty board. It was a miracle your legs held you up since all your other senses were overwhelmed with the snap of Gojo's hips and his cock ramming into your sweet spot like he always did.

But time was quickly ticking away, and if you didn't show up for the meeting soon someone would come searching for you, putting an end to this. One glance at the clock told Gojo he needed to take things to the next level.

"Keep your pretty mouth shut." He growled in your ear before letting a hesitant hand slip from your lips down to your waist.

With a grip that was already forming bruises, Gojo positioned the two of you so he could drill his cock into you mercilessly. If he had to use you as a fuck toy in order to get both of you to climax in time, then so be it, that was a sacrifice he'd easily make time and time again.

It always amazed you just how quick and ruthless Satoru could be, slamming his hips against your own at a pace that left you breathless - no need to keep a hand over your mouth.

"C'mon princess," he encouraged through a clenched jaw, "C'mon I know you can do it just cum for me."

The little energy you had left was geared toward frantically abusing your clit with your fingers, clumsy with the way Satoru rammed into you from behind and the jelly like state of your muscles. You bit your lip in an effort to conceal the moans clawing their way from you, and you were growing worried at the hot honey pooling in your naval.

"Fuck princess I'm cumming-"

In some ways Gojo was a gentleman, one way being he'd overstimulate himself in order to help you orgasm. So even after he unloaded into you, he continued his relentless pace until he could feel you pulsing and clamping around him, thighs and knees shaking and you biting down on your fist.

"Yeah that's it, cum on my cock baby." Though you could feel Gojo trembling against you, his words were steady and reminded you to let go completely.

He had to hold you against his larger frame to prevent you from collapsing onto the floor as you felt searing spurts of electricity shoot up your spine and glaze your core in a delicious heat. It amazed you how he could produce such an intense orgasm in such a short time, but your bliss was always short lived because the second you stopped milking his cock he was pulling out of you and tugging your stockings back up. You couldn't blame him, there wasn't time to ease you from your high, just enough to let you have one and then dash from the classroom.

Maybe the higher ups had caught on because they noticed how disheveled and wobbly you both were once you finally decided to join the meeting, but nobody had the energy to act on it, meaning that your exciting quickies would continue before every meeting.