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[woahjo]

CAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!

police officer Gojo who likes to fuck his partner police officer y/n on their free time

like they have a break or sum and they just fuck. not eat not rest, just fuck.

once they get like a message saying “we got someone” or sum thing, IT DONT MATTER OF GOJO WAS ABOUT TO CUM OR READER IS DRIPPING, THEY COMPLETELY STOP AND GO PROFESSIONAL MODE

YOU ARE SO UNSERIOUSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! mid fuck but bro it's go time....

like a fwb situation...... yeah..

cw: cop!gojo, fwb, car sex, no foreplay, mentions of teasing, possessiveness, overstimulation (m!receiving), little to no aftercare (interrupted sort of), no condom, spit

gojo crowds you into the backseat of the car, standing in front of the open side door. it's parked just behind an old warehouse, out of sight from the street lamps illuminating the nearby busy road. the cruiser lights are off and he fumbles hurriedly for his belt, the metal clamoring as he tosses it haphazardly onto the floor of the backseat.

"i'd say we have fifteen minutes," he breathes, crawling over you and pushing you deeper into the car.

you reach for his buttons, fingers trembling with anticipation as his hands move down to remove your belt and unbutton your uniform pants. satoru leans over to kiss you. he's sloppy and over eager, fumbling blindly with your bottoms and helping to pull them off as you raise your hips off the seat.

"close the door," you mutter, not really letting him sit up to do so.

he reaches behind him and grabs the handle, slamming it shut and situating onto all fours.

"ouch, fuck- my feet," he says, leaning down again to kiss you.

you reach eagerly between the two of you, fishing his cock from his boxers, already hard and leaking. he shudders when you touch him, his head relaxing a little against your mouth as he groans. you feel it vibrate against your lips, gathering precum with your thumb and spreading it down.

"you're already hard," you say, half-teasing, spitting into your open palm and taking him in your hand again.

"obviously," he groans, leaning to kiss at the sensitive skin on your neck. satoru bites down on the soft flesh and you gasp at the sudden feeling. "look at you."

you snort a small laugh, taking the back of his head in your free hand and guiding him back to your mouth. your hand runs along the steady curve of his cock, squeezing a little harder when you get to the top just to feel the way he jumps against your palm. you'd tease him all day if you could. satoru has a really nice way of acting when you get him riled up. he whines like a needy puppy, bucking his hips with teary eyes. you don't have time for that today though and guide him to your entrance with relative ease.

"you want it?" he asks through a slick grin.

"cocky little-" satoru pushes himself inside of you, interrupting your sentence, "shit."

satoru lets out a low groan as he slides in, dropping his head to mouth at the exposed skin of your collarbone. he bullies the hem of your shirt down with his face, biting and licking at any skin fortunate enough to be reached.

"knees up," he mumbles, reaching behind them and hiking them up to his waist.

it's an aggressive motion and he hits a sensitive spot on your leg that makes you wince. it'd have been unpleasant if you didn't like the way he handled you in his fervor. overeager and desperate, you find that he likes it when he man-handles you a bit in this needy state.

satoru rolls his hips into you, tucking himself deeper with a moan. you shudder, knotting your fingers into the fabric of his shirt and putting another hand on his ass to push him farther. he doesn't really waste any time easing you in. sometimes, satoru will fuck you painstakingly slowly just to savor the way you clench. today, he seems to be on a mission, bullying your cunt until it's molded into the shape of him.

when you're worked up like this, whining and clasping at his back to pull him closer, you sometimes feel like you're made for him. like god preordained satoru fucking you in the backseat of this cruiser behind this dumpy warehouse. it just feels right.

you can feel the muscles in his upper back shift with each thrust. you feel the way they tremble under your fingertips, threatening to break under the pressure of his pleasure. satoru kisses you sloppily while he fucks you, all teeth and tongue. he bites at your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. you tug your head back to let him pull on it, sucking the fleshy skin into his mouth before soothing his tongue over the ache.

"shit," he breathes. "i'm gonna cum first again."

"that's fine," you respond, taking the back of his head and pulling him close. "cum. please." you do this so often that it feels normal.

satoru sits up on his knees and takes your waist in his hands, situating you so that your hips are resting on the tops of his thighs. it's a bit uncomfortable, but he hits you deeper this way, getting you much closer, much faster. you gasp, reaching down to grab his wrists.

he piston's his hips, the exposed skin of his waist and pelvis slapping angrily against your inner thighs. you begin to tremble and satoru's grip on your waist tightens before he finishes inside of you. he fucks himself through his own orgasm with shaky breaths, mumbling about how he hopes you'll never be able to fuck anyone else.

you're not even sure if he knows he does this. satoru babbles like a man possessed. he says things that you think could probably get him arrested if you weren't as into it as you are. you clench down around him as pressure swells in your lower abdomen and satoru blindly begs for it.

"oh, come on," he says, practically drooling as he forces his eyes open. "come on, come on, come on, come on..."

when you cum, arching your back towards him as pleasure floods your body, you tighten your legs around him. your whole body shakes with relief, the desperation easing into something less urgent.

"there it is.." he says softly as you ride out the rest of it on his stilled hips.

finally, you let yourself relax. satoru leans against the window behind him, his tall framed crammed into the space. both of your chests heave and you stare at him for a second, just soaking in the image of him.

his shirt is unbuttoned at the top, loosened from all of your pulling, and his softening cock sits pretty against his thigh. you can see his lower abdomen peeking out from where his pants are sloppily unbuttoned and you watch as he tucks himself back into his boxers, zip up his pants, and blows a loose strand of white hair from his face.

you nudge him with your knee, feeling a second wind coming on and satoru gives you a puzzled look.

"what?"

you tuck your chin down and press your knee to him again, smiling a little.

"i kinda want a second round," you say casually, your eyes roaming the exposed part of his stomach. "you look good."

satoru laughs and bangs his head lightly against the window once. you know it fuels his ego when you say things like that and you smile at the way he grins. he's just about to lean back over you when the radio hums to life and illuminates the inside of the car with a glowing green.

you groan as you listen to the call. nothing serious, but you can't just ignore it and satoru grits his teeth and gives up on undoing his pants again, kissing you quickly before stepping out of the backseat.