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No one had been inside your box for eons, so you were surprised when you saw the white-haired man sitting in the middle of your living room.
“Fuck,” you sighed. “I put in my request for another warm body to fuck, like, fifteen thousand years ago, and they now send me an old man? These box people and their customer service are deplorable. Hey, grandpa. Did you get lost in transit?”
It was then that the stranger turned around, and you could see that he was not old. He was, in fact, Gojo Satoru, a protagonist in the manga and anime series Jujutsu Kaisen, and he was smoking hot. Especially now that the powers of your box had turned him from a 2D man to a 4D sex god—and given him a penis, which was now bulging open the seams of his really tight faux leather pants.
“I didn’t realize I’d have a roommate,” Gojo said.
“Fuck buddy,” you corrected.
“That works for me,” Gojo said. “What’s your name?”
“Y/N,” you said.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah, Y/N.”
“That’s a really special name, Y/N.”
“I know,” you said. “But I prefer when people call me Y/N.”
“Y/N, huh,” Gojo said, rolling your nickname off his tongue like a cat with a hairball. “Yeah, I don’t like that. I prefer Y/N.”
“You can call me Y/N or Y/N, I don’t care. As long as you let me peg you,” you said, taking out your strap-on.
“Sure. If it’ll pass the time.” Gojo shrugged.
“Time doesn’t exist here. Unless you count orgasms. One orgasm is two years.”
“Okay,” Gojo said. “Then don’t make me cum, I guess. I don’t want to look older than my students.”
That, for some reason, made you really wet. “Mm, The sexual tension is palpable already.”
“What does palpable mean?” Gojo said.
Oh right, you’d forgotten he’d never gotten a proper education at that weird curse school.
You watched an episode of The Flash while Gojo readied his ass. Right when the plot was starting to get confusing, Gojo sat down next to you on the couch and announced, “My asshole is now nice and loose, Y/N.”
Fuck. That was sexy. You growled. “On your hands and knees, Satoru.”
Gojo obeyed. You strapped on your strap-on and lined yourself up behind him. He wiggled his butt like the little tease he was. You got a whiff of the passion fruit lube that you specifically told him not to use because you were almost out. That little brat, you thought. You’d make him pay.
“I have no idea how to use this thing,” you said, then thrust deep into Gojo.
He screamed. Served him right, you thought. Then you realized he was screaming in pleasure. You’d hit his prostate on the first go. You were a genius. Go you.
Gojo babbled expletives as you picked up the pace, rocking his little booty so hard that you saw little jiggles break over his ass. Like ocean waves. Damn. You were so poetic.
“You’re so good at this, Y/N,” Gojo moaned in between moans.
You really wanted to test Gojo’s limits. You grabbed his hair and pulled his head back so that you were face to face with him. Fuck, he was bendy. Like licorice. That fact alone inspired you to move your hips faster. Gojo groaned. Sometime during the fucking, his blindfold had slipped down, and now you got to gaze into his eyes that were as blue as the American Express logo.
“Yeah, look at me while I fuck you.”
Gojo licked his lips. “I love it when you talk dirty to me, darling.”
You spanked him. Hard. “No pet names, Satoru.”
His eyes that were the color of Blue Raspberry Mountain Dew glinted in mischief. He opened his mouth and let out a filthy moan.
“That was over the top, you naughty bitch,” you told him.
“You love it.”
You did not. You grabbed his blindfold and used it to gag him instead, using it to hold him in place like reins on a horse. That would teach him not to run his mouth. Gojo’s muffled protests turned to whines of pleasure as you used the peace and quiet as opportunity to concentrate and slam into his prostate several times.
Eventually, Gojo chewed through the blindfold (goddamn, he really was more like a horse than you'd expected) and started babbling again.
You sighed. You had no choice.
You turned on the vibrator in your strap-on. Gojo keened.
"Surprise," you said.
“Ffffuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Y/N.”
“Or I could leave you blue balled,” you said. You were close as well, clit nice and swollen. If there was any constant you’d discovered in the twenty million years you were trapped in the box, it was that vibrators never failed to bring you over the edge. "Isn't that what you said you wanted earlier?"
“Nnno,” Gojo said. “Wanna come.”
Oh, you loved this character development.
“You’re not allowed to until I do,” you instructed.
Gojo made an incomprehensible whining sound. That sent you over the edge. The orgasm rocked your whole body, like a pirate ship being plundered. Gojo cumshot all over your fucking carpet as well. Messy motherfucker. You’d make him clean it up later.
But for now…
You stood up. “Let’s discuss rent.”
“What rent?”
“You are in my box,” you said.
Gojo pouted.
“We can talk about it in the bedroom,” you said. Gojo happily followed.