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༄"Pʟᴇᴅɢᴇ Tᴏ Mᴇ, Lᴏᴄᴋ Mᴇ Uᴘ!"༄

✩𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅! - @princeasimdiya12 --- MList

✩𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔! - 𝑯𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔, 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑻𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒐, 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆, 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕! 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. Let me know if there's some I missed!!

If Leorio had known when he started his dream of being a doctor that it would cost his entire social life, well, he’d still do it. But he'd invest in a personal masseuse and assistant. He knew it would take lots of effort and time, but as he sits at his desk doing work, he’s pretty sure he’s seen the sun rise and set at least four times now. Trick of the light or not, he can tell when he needs a break. And that's now.

Which is exactly why he found himself here, at the front doors of the ‘Hammam Spa’. When he found the site for it, it was a little sketchy, though it was the only place that would take a client in such short notice. They even had a ‘Full Life’ packedge. Now Leorio had no idea what that meant, but it sounded good and the design of the place was definitely something that drew him in. Possibly the full view outlooking the Ocean, the spa being on the water. So, he went with that.

The theme was definitely Arabian royalty based, gold and brown themes mixed with accents of whites and silvers. There are shining archways, and beds that look like you could sleep on them and never wake up. Leorio looks in awe as he walks to the front desk, cascading vines and fruits greet him as he looks at the man behind the counter. The attendee is wearing a black fez hat with a little gold tassel hanging off it, as well as black baggy pants and no shirt, though the beefy pecs make up for any qualms Leorio has.

“Hello sir, we've been expecting you.'' The attendee speaks, before handing Leorio a small towel wrap and smiling. “You have? Well thank you” At a loss for words, he almost jumps at the feel of a hand on his shoulder, looking over and up to be greeted with another attendee dressed the same with two more similar men behind him, however now he can notice that they're all barefooted. They smile and nod together, before gently guiding him to a back room.

Leorio gawks at the area, dressed with more gold and white walls, a soft bed covered in white and shimmery browns, a deep curving tub with warm water and rose petals, the soft smell of lavender and a second strange aroma intertwined meeting his nose. He notes the sign outside the door as he walks in reading ‘Take your shoes off for best experience’. The men guide Leorio over to the bed, letting him get acquainted with the room.

“My name is Amir, and the two behind me are Malik and Omar. We will be your main attendants for your every need.” They smile as the man named Malik steps forward, a beautifully designed cup and saucer being handed to Leorio. “This is a black tea with lavender and Ayahuasca leaf influences.” Leorio nods, taking the tea and giving it a sip. The taste is unique and reminds him eerily of the strange smell surrounding the room.

“The tea is to help you relax. Whenever you would like to start, just change into the towel and we’ll get going with a deep tissue massage first.” Leorio chokes and sprays his drink, some of it going up his nose, at the words of Amir. The smile on their faces and the glint in Amri’s eyes never once waver, even as he coughs up some of his tea. “This is what I'm supposed to change into?! I thought this was a hand cloth!”

Amir gives a closed eyed chuckle before staring back into Leorio's eyes. “I understand your concern but I assure you sir that this towel will be beneficial to your overall experience, and if you’d like, many people who come here choose to go fully naked!” The cheer may be off putting however Leorio knows how much he needs this, his body's aching, muscles are sore. And the lack of any sexual pleasure lately is getting to him. Just the sight of these half naked buff men makes the idea of popping a boner sound good.

He pushes the thoughts from his mind, nodding and deciding that this is a professional place. Sketchy, yes. Sexually perverse, no way! Besides, deep tissue sounds very appealing right now. “Well, we’ll leave you to change and finish your tea!” They bow to him before scurrying out, Omar, the smallest of the men, takes a skittish look back with a shy smile before following the other men out to the other side of the curtain.

Leorio sighs before letting the rest of the warm and relaxing tea slide down his throat. While he undresses himself he can’t help the feeling of being watched. He turns his back to the curtain just in case and continues to get undressed, taking his shoes off as the sign outside the door instructed beforehand. He grabs the towel of the bed, trying to figure out how to cover himself with it. “Need help sir?”

He gasps, turning around and quickly covering his cock with the small towel. He faces Omar, who happens to have another cup of tea, as well as a big smile gracing his face. His eyes travel down to the bulge of Leorio's flaccid cock through the very small towel. “Sorry sir! I hadn’t meant to startle you.” Omar gives a small giggle, eyes never leaving the towel. Leorio gives a fake cough, causing Omar to look up to meet his eyes.

There's a long pause of silence, horrible timing for Leorio's cock to half harder. He curses himself under his breath, praying Omar hadn’t heard him. The prospect of a half naked man must be messing with his brain. The silence goes on so long that Leorio almost forgets why the man is here. “Do you need help with that, sir?” Omar’s eyes slide back down to Leorio's half hard cock now, not being able to trail back up.

Leorio's hand shifts over his cock slightly before he begrudgingly responds. “Yes, if you would.” His cheeks are flushed as Omar sets the tea cup down and walks over to him, holding eye contact as his hands trails down towards the hand holding the towel, wrapping his hand around Leorio’s before moving his hand, to which Leorio drops the towel. He lets go of Leorio, eye contact more intense as he drops down to the floor alongside the towel.

Finally breaking eye contact, he grabs the towel, slowly trailing his eyes over Leorio’s now fully hard cock. The tension is palpable, as the only noise to be heard is Leorio’s heavy breathing. Omar sits on his knees, face so close to Leorio’s cock, his breath fanning over his leaky tip. Leorio holds his breath, eyes drooping as his cock leaks a silky bead of pre-cum. Omar stares unabashed, eyes wide and twinkling like he’s never seen anything as erotic, something worth worshiping like this.

Leorio waits, standing still as he battles with whether or not he wants him to hurry with the towel or just wrap his pretty lips around his aching cock. He almost chokes on air when Omar warps the towel gently around his waist, rubbing almost painfully over his hard cock. Omar stands then, grabbing the tea and handing it to Leorio before bowing and scurrying back off behind the curtain. Leorio huffs, face flushed as he downs almost all the tea in one go.

He watches himself in the mirror beside the bed, seeing as the towel just barely covers his privates, though the solid hump in the cotton shows very well how aroused he is. The way the towel wraps around his waist reminds Leorio of a speedo, the cloth cups his cock and balls, twisting on both sides to then connect in the back. “Ah, you're done getting ready sir.” He turns, seeing Amir standing in front of him. “Yes, I am.” Leorio should be hesitant, the act from before being inappropriate and the red flags being evident. However, he can’t bring himself to get worked up about it. Even with a raging boner in a place of work, he’s never been more relaxed in his life.

“Good. I’ll be doing your deep tissue. Please, lay down.” Amir is calm, Leorio realizes. It’s the only thought in his mind as he lays on his stomach on the bed, Amir's fingers making him forget about everything. His mind molds to mush, the knots disappearing along with his troubles. Amir travels lower and lower, and after no reaction from Leorio, he takes off the towel in one motion.

Amir's thumbs rub up and down, moving closer and closer towards Leorio’s naked bottom, before he's massaging his glutes. Fingers moving inside his thighs, higher, lower, higher, and they stay there, massaging the taint of Leorio sensually. “This, sir, is the taint. The spot of skin between your hole and your very full-” He pauses, cupping and massaging Leorio’s balls. “- balls, built for serving others, don't you think so?”

Leorios whines out, giving a nod mindlessly, before Amir removes his hands and goes back to massaging his back for a while longer. He sighs, dejected. The anticipation of the situation makes his cock ache to be relieved. The massage stops, leaving Leorio utterly relaxed and pent up. “You may stand now, I hope you enjoyed my hands.” Amir gives the same smile as always. Leorio stands, forgetting completely about the towel long gone as Amir bows and exits once again.

Malik enters now, hot towels in hand. “Now is time for your hot bath sir” Leorio nods, walking over to the tub before stepping in. The water is the perfect temperature, sighing as he relaxes inside the tub. The petals splash as he closes his eyes. The water gets higher, feeling someone enter the water across from him, he flings his eyes open to see Malik, submerged in the water to the neck.

Leorio goes to protest or even to say anything before the words get caught in his throat. Malik enters the water fully, head under as he maneuvers himself between Leorio’s legs. The slimy feeling of Maliks tongue across Leorio's cock makes him moan out, head throw back so hard he hits the porcelain. It’s almost like the pain fades immediately, the bliss of Maliks mouth on his cock basically numbing him to the outside world. The water splashes as Leorio tries to go deeper into his mouth.

Leorio moans, watching as Amir and Omar enter suddenly, Omar getting on his knees beside the tub and cleaning up the water, face level with a blissed out Leorio. Amir comes behind him, looking down into Leorios eyes, hands going to the sides of his face and trailing soft fingers through his hair, down his chin and over his neck. His hands go into the water, fingers finging Leorio's nipples to tweak and pinch.

Leorio’s moaning and whining, trying desperately to have one coherent thought and failing as he feels the knot about to snap inside of him. He looks down to Malik, seeing the bubbles from him stop coming up. He bites his lip, and just before he’s about to cum it all stops. Omar stands as Malik comes up for air, breathing ruffly. Amir's hands slip from the tub and away from Leorio.

He huffs out, eyes drooping and brain mush as he tries to understand what's going on. Then, as Malik stands, he sees it. Maliks soft cock is locked in a barred cage. The cage takes the shape of a flaccid cock, small and made with pure gold, that then has a base bar that wraps around the balls and cock. There's an actual lock on it, that takes a small key. He turns his head to see Amir and Omar are undressed and have it as well, though each lock takes a different key to fit.

Then, he notices that Omar holds an exact one out to him on one side of the tub, with Amir and a warm towel for Leorio on the other. He’s confused as he steps out, taking the still small and warm towel from Amir and wraps it as best he can around himself. They guide him wordlessly to sit back onto the bed. Omar kneels, presenting the cock cage with his head down. He looks to Amir and Malik for an answer. “We here believe that the service of others is most important, we use our body’s to help people in need.”

“So, this was a-” Malik cuts Leorio off before he can finish. “Harem. Safe for others as we sustain from self pleasure, it’s the only right way to live sir.” Leorio refuses, realizing they are asking him to do the same, so he goes to rebuttal. But, he can’t, he doesn’t recollect anything other than this, then them. Being here, he doesn't remember any other way to live. Very hesitantly, he takes the cock cage, removing the towel once again, and placing the cage on his semi hard cock. Of course because he’s not fully soft, the cage squeezes him a little.

He hesitates. He thinks now, to himself as he does this. He doesn't want to. He knows that. Deep in his mind he regrets coming, knows that he has a life outside of this, that this is outside his command. The tea. He thinks. The smell of the room, even in the bath. He’s a doctor, he should've realized sooner, he must've forgotten. The information is a little funny inside his mind, surrounded in a haze as he recalls the article he read. The Ayahuasca plant has a hypnotizing and hallucination-like property on anyone who tastes, smells, or even comes in contact with the dangerous leaves. He realizes now that he was doomed from the very beginning.

The cold metal from the bars sting against his cock. He sighs once he gets it all the way on, clicking the lock closed. He looks down to the still kneeling Omar, to see the tray that carried the cage also has a key on it. He looks back up at Amir, who nods with a smile, eyes swirling as the scent of the room floods his brain. He looks back down, taking the key from the tray, to which Omar stands and smiles, same swirling eyes as Amir. He looks to Halik, eyes the same, smile wide and barring teeth.

Now maybe if Leorio hadn’t drank the Ayahuasca infused tea, or if he hadn’t come at all, he would still be a doctor. At least then he’d be in the right mind. But he did, and now he pleasures and pleases anyone who comes, willing and patient for the next expected person to silently ask for the services he feels he's known all his life.

That day, after the caging, Leorio walks, mind hazy and feet blindly leading him to the ocean. The men of the Hammam Spa tred after, smiling and eager as he takes his key in hand. Deep breath in before he throws the key into the waves of the water, losing sight of it as it sinks deeper and deeper into the water. He wiggles his bear feet in the sand, feeling the small particles move through his toes. He smiles, eyes swirling just like all the other men. This, he thinks, must be home.

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐/𝟐 -- 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊! 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (1)

𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑵𝑰 -- 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆⚠︎︎ 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘, 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗, 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐄, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒, 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊⚠︎︎ 𝐥𝐦𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 <𝟑

𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻

“Do you still need me??“

By now you’re breathing heavily, he keeps looking between your eyes and lips. This is definitely a prank. He's hot, and you have two friends in counting. One of them being him. You have to remind yourself this is Satoru. The same Satoru who put batman band aids on your scrapes you’d get from falling off your scooter, the same Satoru who would console you when you vented about even the weirdest of guys at school dodging you. The same Satoru who brought home new, pretty, bubbly girls every other night in high school.

Of course your mind has wandered over the years to what being with him would be like, kissing him, sleeping with him, being anything special to him. But this, you remind yourself, could never happen. It would ruin the one good thing in your life, because no matter how annoying he is, you love Satoru Gojo. Just like all the other girls on campus.

“Yes”

The lecture ends, the door swings open as people leave your class as well as other people leaving other classes. You take this as your chance and wiggle out from under him. You leave, fast walking to your next class, heavy breathing as you make it through the doors and take your normal seat.

The day passes by in a blur, you soak up nothing from any of your remaining classes and Gojo doesn't show up to any of them, not even in the campus halls or on the grass outside. From the sounds of the jocks you overheard, he wouldn't be attending practice either. It sends a shiver down your spine for a reason you don't want to admit. You end up at your dorm, entering and then undressing to get comfy. You try and settle on the couch to watch a movie but your mind just ends up wondering back to where he could be, what he could have thought of you now.

Why had you said that to him? Of course you understand what you feel for him is more serious than it was years ago but to admit it so willingly, during a conversation about masterbating is just so unlike you. Him being close, being serious and intimate makes your brain mushed and muddled till it's nothing but moldable for his hands only. And now you’re spouting poetry in your head. This day needs to end sooner rather than later. You look over at your phone for the time and see it’s only five. Son of a bitch. Too early to sleep, too late to do anything. Your luck is awful.

Knock knock knock

This is starting to feel like deja vu. “Can I come in?” Satoru. Of course, because why not add more. Push push push until you brake. “Yes, it’s open” You pause, silence. You hear the doorknob jingle but not open. “Are-” pause. “Are you decent?” This is laughable. So, you laugh, standing up and walking over to the door before swinging it open to a very befuddled Satoru Gojo. “I could’ve opened it.” He’s serious, and then it hits you. “You skipped practice to come talk to me?” He nods before looking inside and then back to you. You sigh before side stepping and opening the door wider. He steps in and stands behind you as you shut the door and turn to look at him.

“I’m sorry.”

Now you’re confused. “For what?” He pauses like you’ll get it from the silence before speaking again. “For cornering you, earlier.” Ah. Well, it’s nice for an apology, but it stings that the impractical joker of life is being serious with you. Even if it's a serious topic. It's ever since he walked in on you that he’s not been himself. You should say sorry for dodging him and maybe things will go back to normal-

“And for doing it again, now”

That makes you pause, which effectively must have been what he wanted because in a swift blink you’re up against your door. He’s practically breathing down your neck when you hear a soft click, looking down to notice he literally locked you in. Not much space to escape when you’re trapped in a door room with him. Your door room. Where he caught you- god this is horrible. Horrible that you’re enjoying this. That you’re a little wet. Awfully perfect timing.

“Satoru”

It’s soft coming from you. You’re begging, for what, who knows. But from the look on his face you’re guessing he does. He leans so close he’s almost kissing you. Please please please.

“Say it.”

Huh? You furrow your brows now, hands on his chest for room but at this point it's useless and really only helping to feel his muscles and remind you there is no escaping this man.

“Please just- just tell me-” He’s desperate now, on his face and in his voice. You’d look at his body language but if you look down you won’t be looking back up.

“Please, tell me you need me”

Soaked

“I need you to need me, just as bad as I need you”

Dreaming

This is a wet dream, you swear by it. It’s vivid and descriptive and very very real, however it can’t be because it’s all you've ever wanted. He’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“You’re all I've ever wanted, so please, say it, for me.”

You’re sure you’re hyperventilating by now, however you can’t check since your blood is pumping loudly in your ears. It’s almost like you can feel your brain mush and muck, falling once again into his sacred hands. The air in your lungs is long gone, so you’re not sure how you got this next sentence out.

“I need you Satoru.”

You see him leaning in and kissing you in slow-mo, like you've died and went to heaven, but from the slight prick of pain you know he did it quickly, moving and molding your mouths unevenly. Slight drool, adding tongue to the kiss as he moves to hold the back of your head, hand tangled in your hair. His other hand moves off the door beside your head and down to your lower waist. He pushes his lips and pushes your head all to meet his soft tongue and needy lips.

He bites and tangles and sucks so hard it all begins to bleed together. You’re unbuttoning his shirt with your hands before your mind can catch up. “Please let me touch you, please, please” His pleas and begging are between hurried breaths to come right back to each other's lips, you go to nod but he pushes you harder into him, needing to be as close as you'll let him to make sure you don't try and leave again. Not now, not when he's so needy to be nowhere but with you.

It’s all he’s ever wanted. Everytime he gets a little closer you run. Please don't run from me. “Satoru.” You pull back, eyes lidded as he whines, lips swollen and sloppy, drool and all as he tangles his hands in your hair deeper. “Touch me, please” He’s nodding with glassy eyes, holding you tight as you end up sitting on your bed. Sloppy makeout as he grinds against you, laying you down, legs over his as he keeps a hand on your hip, pulling you into his grinding thrusts, consistent whining between messy kisses. He breaks a trail of saliva in his wake as he kisses and sucks down your neck and your collarbone.

He’s undoing your clothes as he goes down, farther and farther until all you’re left with is your bra and the panties he has his fingers hooked in. He’s kissing your cunt through your panties whispering and stroking your thigh as your hand wraps in his hair. He doesn’t even look when he speaks, licking at your wet panty covered hole.

“Waited so long for you pretty, gonna make you feel so good.” He gives your cunt a sweet kiss as a promise before taking your panties right off. He circles your hole as he starts slowly playing with your clit. He grins as he speeds up, hearing your soft moans and whines above him egging him on while he slips one finger in. “You did it just like this right?” You can hear his wide grin without looking, but you still do, as he stares up at you he adds another finger moving it slowly. “Thought about me,” He picks up speed, his thumb circling your clit faster and faster, gathering you slick and moving back to do fast, tight circles. Fingers thrusting up and up, right into your sopping cunt.

“While you touched my pretty pussy just like this.” His fingers get more precise with every moan you make, his thrusts hitting just the right spot inside you to soak your sheets. “It is mine, right baby?” His grin is still there, never once looking away from your face as you scrunch up and throw your head back. Mouth opening wide as you moan unabashedly. So close, so close to cumming you can taste it. The squelching noises add to your pleasure, knowing how wet he made you with just his fingers.

By now he's rubbing his clothed cock against your leg, getting off on your moans, your soaked cunt sucking him back in again and again. He hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you, smiling and rutting against you faster. “Right pretty?” His other hand smacks your pussy, wet noises ringing through as you soak his hand, cumming harder than you ever have.

“Yes! Yes, all yours, promise.” It’s gargled and yelled but at this point it’s all you can get out. He takes his fingers out and sucks them clean, not able to waste another second before hastily taking his belt off, trying so hard to get his pants and boxers down as his cock springs free. You swear it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. Pale and veiny, long and curved to the right with slight trim, heavy, full balls with a blush pink tip, practically soaked with his pre.

He sees you staring before gently taking your hand and wrapping it around his cock, making your hand stroke him slowly. He hisses when you make contact, biting his lip as he whines out. “Look what you do to me, need you so bad.” He’s so whiny during sex, you love it non the less but past dreams had him more aggressive, more dominant. You know for a fact this is much better then any fantasy you’ve ever had. You take the lead on rubbing his cock faster, swiping his tip and closing it in with your fist a few times. You've never wanted to deep-throat something so bad, mouth watering at the sight of more pearls of pre coming from his leaky rose tip.

You’re sure your bedsheets are ruined by now, you’ve soaked yourself to the max, cunt needy and throbbing for him more than ever. “You’ll let me in right baby? ‘S my pussy anyway” He slurs with a smile, a moan following directly after. You nod with a hum as he positions his cock, choosing in favor to instead rut against you pussy, holding your thighs as he whines to you about how wet you are. “Waited so long to have you baby, soaked for me, ‘s so perfect, made just for me.” You want to tell him to get on with it, you’re so needy by now your cunt hurts. But before words can process, he's already inside, you groan in pain, you feel his tip in your tummy, seeing the slight bulge making your eyes almost cross.

“Thats r-right, fuck, doing so so good for me baby, so tight” You nod with a moan as he starts to move, in and out, till hes pouding into you. Whining about how tight and wet and perfect till he's in jumbles, talking himself into sentence knots. You can barely focus as is, however the moment his hand presses down on the tummy bulge he's given you, your eyes cross, about to cum harder than you ever have, mind gone and empty, left only with thoughts of Satoru. “So deep baby, that feels good?” You give a small hum, not all there, followed with a high pitched whine.

“Fuck, gonna make me cum too soon, you’ll let me cum inside this pussy right baby” He waits for an answer until he doesnt get one, he lays a soft smack on your pussy, before grabbing your cheeks, making you focus on him. “Mhm, please” It’s all you can get out before he moans, head thrown back, thrusts getting uneven, his last smack to your cunt doing you in, as you cum all over his cock, he whines, spouting nonsense. “Thank you, thank you, love you so much pretty, shit!”

He cums deep inside you, thrusting a few more times before stopping. He waits for you both to come back to solid breaths before slipping out and laying down beside you. There's a long pause as you both let everything settle.

“You love me?”

It's all you can think of at the moment, heart beating out of your chest, basically in your throat. He turns to you, and for once you're the one staring first. He meets your eyes before clearing his throat.

“Only if you love me”

That makes you laugh, genuinely for the first time in days. He laughs along with you, though you sense the sincerity in his tone. “How long have you..” You run off, I'd be too real to say it now, too raw. “Since 8th grade, we only had one class together, made me realise how much I missed you, even with all those people around I would still search you out.”

You wondered how you hadn't noticed before. Though it didn't seem very obvious. “Ok, now what about you?” You scoff and look away, before answering him. “It was uh, when we still lived next to each other, you had left your window open while you were getting changed. That was junior year.” He pouts a little, before growing a full blown smirk. You furrow your brows.

“That was a little on purpose.” He's giggling now, while you let out a fake gasp. “Satoru Gojo, you sneak!” You’re both laughing now. You know that if you tried hard enough you could pretend like nothing happened, pretend you’re both dressed right now, but in all honesty neither of you would have it any other way.

𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏/𝟐 -- 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (2)

𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑵𝑰 -- 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆⚠︎︎ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌, 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄⚠︎︎ 𝐥𝐦𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 <𝟑

𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻

You've always been the weird kid. It started as you just being overly quiet, keeping to yourself and being reserved in style and personality. But as you know, middle school kids are mean, and though you think you have a winning personality, no one really stays around enough to notice it. And it's not like you're alone, I mean you have Shoko as your only friend, but still she had people outside of you. That, you couldn't blame her for, but that was practically it as far as anyone knew.

But there was one thing no one understood about you. And that would be your long time friendship with the Gojo Satoru. Now if anyone were to actually ask you, you'd explain it was more by force on his side than willingness because, let's face it, he may be golden faced star football player Satoru but man was he annoying.

At Least that's what you tell yourself on nights like these, game nights. When you know he's playing. He always asks you to come and you always reply the same way. ’We’ll see’ and of course because Satoru cant see behind the bleachers, he always bums himself out when he thinks you're not there. You are, you're..just hiding. I mean think about it, if anyone were to see you cheering for him, you’d be bullied beyond repair.

You'd always leave one hour before the game actually ended. Mainly to avoid the rush leave and the slight chance he might see you or your car. But, it's also because nights like these just happen to be the nights you feel the need to relieve yourself the most. Definitely not because of Satoru and his pretty face and good build and sweaty chest, no no no no. It's just a coincidence.

Why hide it? Well you've been friends with Satoru since you could talk. He was the classic boy next door, window facing yours. Then you know, the old ‘forgot to close my blinds’ happens to him once in the junior year of highschool and of course that has to be your downfall. You'd always known he was good looking, I mean everyone knew. Football gave him build, and his stupid brain was practically a talking socialite on its own.

But I mean come on, the window had to be adding muscle and slimming his waist, like a photoshopped version of the friend you’ve seen as a boy up until that moment.

So, you develop a bit of a crush on the school's golden boy. Did not help you had all your classes together. Or that your moms are friends. Or that he's consistently up your ass, whether it be before, during, and almost always after school. You had to hide it, though it wasn't that hard. I mean, it's been five years already and he doesn't know. You figure now that you're both juniors in college, the same college I might add, that it'll blow over. This is the year, you can feel it.

So, like every other Friday night, you find yourself back at your dorm room, door locked for safety, and down go your pants. One hand slipping into your panties and circling your clit, you're already a little wet, assuming Satoru the other guys in their jerseys must have been a turn on. You bite your lip, eyes squeezing shut as you focus on the feel of your needy clit. After a little you slowly trail your finger down to your sopping hole and circle your needed entrance.

You throw your head to the side, finger now entering you as you keep circling your clit. Your eyes open, and land on your laundry pile, or more specifically Satoru’s shirt he must have left at your place a while ago. By now you can't stop the oh so dirty thoughts of him from coming, and by how you're needy pussy squeezes your finger you obviously don't want to. He's all you can think of as you play with yourself, rubbing your clit faster, adding another finger just to fill the ache of needing something bigger.

You didn't know when but at some point you started moaning. Unabashed and loud, whining followed soon after as you worked yourself faster. You could feel it, you’re soaked and needy as you slip another finger in, thrusting three at a time. You're so close to cumming just a few more-.

Knock Knock Knock

It's aggressive and loud as a voice follows after. “(Name) open the dooooor”. It’s Gojo, he sounds slightly buzzed, probably from celebrating a win. You think about it but your hand doesn't stop, you're so close to cumming that stopping sounds crazy. More knocking followers after, bordering pounding now. “Come on baby let me innnn” He sing songs through the door as more knocking follows. Stupid pet name. There's blood rushing through your ears, the adrenaline getting to you, you’re definitely flushed red by now.

The pounding of your heart louder than any of his knocking, squelching of your pussy getting louder as your fingers start to lose rhythm. There's a soft jingle of the doorknob before it clicks and unlocks. Your heart races as Satoru struts into your dorm bedroom, stupid smile on his face, a spare key in his hand as his eyes land on your form. Right as you go to stop yourself the coil in your tummy snaps and you cum. You throw your head back, brain mush as you whine out his name without thought.

It takes you a few seconds to come down from your high, but once the fog clears you throw the blanket over your lower half, removing your fingers from yourself, eyes wide as you look up at Gojo. He's stunned. Standing there staring at where your fingers used to be. It's a while before anyone says anything as you die of embarrassment.

“I knocked.” He huffs out as he finally makes eye contact. You pout, aghast about what just transpired. You pause. “I heard. And I didnt answer” Its awkward, the tension is thick. There is no way he’ll stay friends with you, god you moaned his name! What is wrong with you? Oh my god he's going to tell all his friends. Oh God-

“Are you hard right now?!”

He looks down and his eyes widen, looking back at you, a little panicked. “I just watched you cum! You moaned my name, of course I'm turned on!” You huff out and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Just- Just get out Satoru.” You close your eyes and wait to hear him leave. After hearing no noise you look back up to find him staring at you, Eyes big and glossy as he makes harsh eye contact. “Seriously?” It’s meant to sound stunned but instead just comes out whiny. You lower your voice and soften your tone as you speak. “Yes seriously, we..- we can talk later ok? But right now I just need you to leave. Please.” You can tell by the way he stares back, looking like he's one more second away from absolutely bawling that he is definitely tipsy.

Surprisingly, he just nods solemnly and leaves, not a pause in his step. Once he shuts the door, separating him from you, you sigh. Deciding sitting in your own orgasm was not going to help you, you got up and undressed, throwing your clothes in the washer before jumping into the shower. One quick shower turned into an hour and a half long shower, trying to scrub away the sins of exposing yourself to your longest and, let's face it, best friend. Maybe you could pass it off. Yeah. Like he surprised you that's all, no dirty fantasies and five year long crushes. Nope, not you.

In all honesty, curling up under your blankets and dying sounded pretty good right now. However, school waits for no one and before you know it your weekend of ignoring all of Satoru’s calls and texts turns into Monday. Yippy. Now, you are no football player, but it's halfway through classes and you've managed to somehow dodge and weave Gojo like the plague. That has to account for some extra curricular grade right? I mean it’s practically impossible for someone to dodge Satoru. Your lucky streak runs low by class 4, Moral Ethics and Philosophy. Satoru usually bails on this class and asks you to tutor him, aka do his work, so you figured today wouldn't be any different.

Stupid you. A fool really, to think a mezely class would stop Satoru Gojo from getting what he wants, which sadly right now is to talk to you. It's twenty minutes into the lecture when he comes barging in, sweating a little, and searching the room till his eyes land on you. Obviously you being you, you try to shrink down into the seat, hoping your sweater would cover you like a turtle shell. No such luck. He spots you almost immediately, rushing over to the empty seat behind you. “Mr. Gojo, glad you could finally join us, though I don’t understand why you're so late.” The Professor whispers the last part, gesturing to a few empty seats for him to sit before continuing.

“Sorry, thank you” He speaks in a rush before setting his sights back on you and taking the seat directly behind you. You try and face forward to pay attention and ignore his burning stare into the back of your head, but that's easier said than done. A few minutes later he starts whispering. “(name).” Your eye twitches, trying your best to ignore him. “Seriously (name), look at me” By now your eyes are clenched shut, hands twitching to cover your ears. You can’t face him. You wish you could but it’s too embarrassing, you’d have to explain yourself to him. He has other friends, he'll be alright. You slowly open your eyes again when the whispering stops.

You let out a quiet sigh before you feel yourself get hit in the head. You jerk forward from the unexpectedness, before slowly turning around and looking down to see what hit you. Crumpled paper, in a ball, sitting on the floor. You roll your eyes and pick it up, opening it and reading it.

ⵊꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʟᴀss ᴇɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍ-

You stop reading, now angry more than anything. If this big idiot is gonna follow you around like a dog till you say something, then you'll say something. You grab the paper and your stuff before standing up and walk right out of the classroom. Your mind would have been blown by leaving a class mid lecture but right now you really couldn't care less. As you throw away his stupid note you hear him walking out of the lecture room and heading towards you. You take a deep breath in and whip around to face him. He keeps walking till he's up in your space enough to be stepping on your feet.

“You haven't been answering my calls or- or texts, what is going on with you?” You're almost agape, you?! He's the one who walked in on you masturbating I mean, what does he expect for you to pretend like he didn't see your pussy full on? Like you didn't moan his name? Insane. But, you don't say that, you don't say anything. It's like your mind got word constipation for a second and all critical thinking stopped because the next words out of your mouth should never have been uttered in the history of the world. “You walked in on me masturbating to you.” You can’t believe it. There's no way you said that. That's it?! Not even a ‘You shouldn't have walked in on me’ or even ‘I changed my number’. Just that!

He pauses, eyes going a little wider as he takes in your words. This can't be news can it? I mean he has to have known it was about him, you moaned his name for god sake. Oh my god maybe he doesn't even remember it, god and you could have pretended like it never even happened and now-

“So?”

Now you're convinced you died. Because this has to be a sick form of punishment. There's no way this is happening and you said that and he just said ‘so’. There can’t be. Only in hell. “So? What do you mean so? It was weird and awkward and what I did was gross and wrong and we’re friends and you shouldn't have seen it and I shouldn't have done it.” Once the words start coming up you can’t stop. You can’t tell if you're angry or confused or embarrassed. Maybe all. Probably all.

“So, you regret it? Because from where I was standing It looked like you came pretty hard.” You're flabbergasted. This is insane. “Regret you seeing it? Yes very much-” he cuts you off, “No. I mean regret thinking of me. Regret saying my name.”

It takes an embarrassing amount of time for you to see he's serious and even longer to think of what you’re going to say. “Satoru, stuff like that will ruin our friendship, so I suggest that if we want to remain even talking to each other that we stop talking or even thinking about this.” You’re trying to dig yourself out of this hole you made. Trying so very very hard for him to just help you the rest of the way and stop this torture.

“No.”

“No?!” You don’t mean to yell but it’s gotten to the point where you feel like vomiting. This is a lot of confrontation and every time he speaks you fear for the worst thing and every time he goes above and beyond of what you think is the worst.

“No, I don't want to stop thinking of it. Of you, sprawled out,” He's backing you up now, into a corner, both mentally and physically. All you can get out is his name as you take step after step backward, hitting the wall a lot sooner than wished as he just keeps going. “Soaked, touching yourself, to the thought of me,” You say his name again, hands on his chest to create space that was never there in the first place. “Yeah, you said it just like that, a little more whiny though, like you needed me” You whisper his name now, noses touching as he looks into your soul, so close his breath warms your lips. “Do you still need me?”

𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻

#jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk au #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #suggestion #smut #hxh #mha #fanfic #jjk fanart

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𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆⚠︎︎ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐄, 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓Y 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊, 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃⚠︎︎ 𝐋𝐌𝐊 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 <𝟑 (MList)

𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽

Thinking about 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝑩𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒐 being obsessed with tying you up and breeding you <3

It'd start with you finally deciding to try dating again, hopping on tinder and deciding to go out with the first guy you match with, who just so happens to be Koutarou.

You chatted for a little and decided to meet up at a local restaurant. Though youre not the type to fuck on the first date, theres just something about him that pulls you in. Be it the hair, or his soft smile and enthusiasm, or maybe the foot he keeps trailing up your leg all night.

Well, one thing leads to another and soon you find yourself tied up and spread open all pretty and wet on his bed sheets, his cock so deep it makes a bulge in your tummy.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝑩𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒐 is moaning and whining, all caught up in your tight cunt. You can tell by the way it feels way too good that he isn't wearing a condom. The squelching noises bouncing in your ears, you'd be embarrassed but you're way too close to cumming to care.

You can barely feel the chafe of the tight rope against your hands, wrapping down to your thighs and back up, holding you in a solid matting press.

“Fuck, pussy so tight baby.” His eyes scrunched and eyebrows furrowed as he concentrates on not cumming so soon. All you can do is whine in response, too fucked out by now to understand what hes saying, brain mooshed and cunt sloppy.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝑩𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒐 opens his eyes to watch his cock leave and enter your pussy over and over, biting his lip as he thrusts harder, slick dripping and pooling onto the sheets.

“Please please please …” you can't help but beg, wishing

for the last little push to cum. “Please what baby, use your words.” You whine, he knows you're practically brain dead by this point, consistent thrusts to your sweet pussy have you basically whipped.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝑩𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒐 taps your cheek lightly, trying to get you to open your eyes and talk. You squint, teary eyed and threatening to roll them into the back of your head. “Come on sweetheart, I know you can do it, just open that pretty mouth and ask.”

You nod eagerly, drool slipping out as you open to speak. “P-please, wanna cum so bad.” He thrusts when you start to talk, the stutter involuntary on your part. “Aw, baby wants to cum?” You nod again. He presses his thumb onto your lips, almost shoving it in as you suck gingerly on his finger.

“Me too, baby” he says as he picks up his pace, making your brain bounce against your skull, moaning and slobbering around his thumb. “Wanna cum deep inside this cunt, keep you tied up and pregnant.”

His words shoot straight to your pussy, that being all you need to go over the edge. You gush all over his cock as he moans, spouting dirty talk as his thrusts get sloppier.

“F-fuck please baby, wanna fill you up so bad..” He begs as he grips the rope between your hands, using that as leverage to get the last few thrusts in before slamming all the way to the base and cumming. ♡

𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽𐬾𐬽

#haikyuu smut #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutaro x reader #bondage #haikyuu!!#yandere haikyuu

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