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bratbby333 · 25 days

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IM INLOVE WITH UR WORK can u pls do one where gojo and reader fucks on a pool table 🎀🎀🎀

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“You’re one cocky bastard, ya know that?” You scoffed, eyebrow raised at your white haired boyfriend stood across from you. You watched as he bent at the waist and lined up his turn, expertly shooting another one of his balls into the pocket.

Fuck, he made that one in, too. Only three balls left for Satoru.

“Seems like I can back it up, too, huh?” He smirked as he waltzed around the pool table, joining you on the other side. You turned to face him, the back of your thighs pressed up against the wooden edge of the billiards table, arms overlapped begrudgingly across your chest.

You stared up at him as intimidatingly as you could, rolling your eyes as he stood in front of you and placed his arms on either side of your body, trapping you between him and the table.

He leaned down to meet your glares.

“Ya know, we didn’t have to bet on this game…” he teased, your faces only inches apart now. “Cause…you’re not as good as you said you were, sweetheart,” he chuckled, head nodding toward the green felt.

“We can call the game now and you can take your punishment,” he offered smugly, his hands resting on your hips.

You glanced over your shoulder at the table. Six balls left for me, only three for Satoru. I’m screwed. The game was a wash.

You looked back at him, having accepted defeat, eyes glinting with mischief. You smirked as you casted your pool stick aside and hooked your fingers into his belt loops, tugging at them so his body was flush with yours.

His bright eyes darkened immediately, a cocky smirk twitched at the edge of his lips. You leaned in to kiss him, only for him to pull away as he clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“Uh uh, baby. Need to hear you say it,” he mused, his hands rubbing firm circles into your hips. You frowned at him before breaking his gaze, rolling your eyes again.

His hand found your jawline, gripping it tight as he brought your face back up to look at him.

“Say it.” He taunted, his fingers digging into your cheeks.

You sighed, chest hot with embarrassment and pussy drenched in arousal. A warm rouge emerged on your skin as you eyes traced the details in his face. You swallowed your pride before smiling sweetly.

“Please punish me, Satoru.” You requested, your doe-eyed face peering up at him innocently.

“Mmm..atta girl,” he groaned. In one quick motion, he spun you around so your back was pressed against his chest.

He placed hot, wet kisses on your neck as he undid the buttons to your jeans, sliding them down your legs; just enough for quick access.

His calloused fingers rubbed quick circles against your still-clothed clit, the urgency in his movements making you arch away from him, moaning out at his touch.

His long, slender finger slipped under the elastic of your thong, pulling your panties down to toy with your pussy some more.

“Already so wet for me, huh?” He teased, tracing his fingers through your gushy slit. He pressed one of his fingers against your entrance, dipping in just a bit before pulling out again. He shallowly plunged his digits in and out of you a few times, your whimpers of desperation setting his heart ablaze. He loved making you beg for him.

“‘Toru…p-please. Need you s’bad,” you mewled.

He chuckled deeply at your depravity, his teasing fingers still working into you superficially.

He pushed you down so your chest was pressed against the felted table, thrusting his fingers deep. You gasped at the sudden stretch as your hips dug into the wooden perimeter. His free hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind your back. Your pretty cries for him made his dick throb against your thigh.

“Look s’pretty laid out for me like this, princess,” he voiced with lustful admiration. He leaned over you, his bruising grip tight on your wrists, his slender digits kissing your sweet spot.

“F-feels s’good, Toru” you whined, hips gyrating against him. Your slickness trickled out around his fingers, your body desperate for more.

He knew your body better than you did and he reveled in how responsive and vocal you were just for him.

“You're soaked, pretty girl,” he praised. He worked deeper into you before removing his fingers, a trail of arousal gliding down your thigh.

You whined out for him, bucking your hips back in hopes he’d give you more.

You heard the metal clinks of his belt coming undone and the familiar sound of his zipper disengaging. He pulled himself out of his underwear, rubbing his cock against you, lubing his head with your juices.

He released your hands from behind your back, moving to grip your hips, palming at the fat of your ass as he lined himself up, teasing his head against your needy cunt. He thrusted into you roughly, your poor, deprived pussy sucking him in immediately.

A sob broke through your parted lips as pretty tears cascaded down your rosy cheeks, blissful stimulation rocketing through you with every thrust.

He leaned back over you, one hand pressed into the small of your back, the other cupping your throat, lifting your head up. His panting breath danced around the shell of your ear, his deep groans ripping through your fucked out body, pushing you even closer to your sweet release.

“Bad at pool but good at takin’ my cock, huh?” He husked against your neck, laughing as he fucked deeper into you.

He looped his arm underneath yours, bringing your shoulder blades toward one another as he pulled you upright against his chest. You dropped your head down, letting it bounce around aimlessly with every rough thrust.

“Mmm…uh huh—wanna be so g-good fa’ you,” you gasped out, the new angle allowing him to rub against your gummy walls so delectably. He tilted your head back so it rested against his shoulder, suckling roughly at your exposed skin.

“God…you’re fucking milkin’ me,” his words caught in his throat as he felt you clench down on him. “Takin’ your punishment so well,” he groaned into your neck, hungrily nipping at your throat.

He pulled out quickly and spun you around, hoisting you up onto the table. You kicked off your jeans as you laid back, your hair fanned out around you beautifully, arms strewn out. He climbed up after you, his strong arms tugging at your hips as he threw them around his waist. He repositioned himself at your soaked entrance and plunged deep inside once more.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this,” he growled out as he returned to his unrelenting pace inside you.

His large hands fondled at your chest, expertly rolling your budding nipples between his slender fingers. He ducked down to pull one into his mouth, lapping at it greedily. Crude, sinful sounds filled the room as your sloppy cunt sucked him in.

He rubbed furious circles into your throbbing clit, the tip of his cock feverishly fucking into your sweet spot.

“A-ahh…Satoru, I’m—”

“I know baby, I feel it…c’mon. Be good ‘n cum on this dick,” his tip prodded deliciously at your sweet spot as his fingers strummed around your clit in perfect synchronicity.

Your legs locked around his waist, eyes screwed shut as you squealed, clenching down around him as your orgasm clawed its way through your body.

He pumped into you furiously as he chased after his own release. You pressed your palms against his taught abs, hoping he’d give you some semblance of a break as the aftershock of overstimulation bulldozed your trembling frame.

He grasped your wrists in one hand, pushing them over your head as he pinned you to the table. His sapphire eyes drank in the sight of your languished body.

“Uh uh…keep takin’ me baby. You’re doin’ so so good,” he urged, thrusts rough and desperate. “Almost there, mama” he gasped out, his throat constricting around his words to mimic the tightness he felt around his cock.

His thrusts grew sloppy against your gushing cunt, hips stuttering into you as he finally bottomed out, shooting ropes of his milky seed deep into your womb.

The soft whines that fell from his pouted lips could’ve made you cum all over again.

He leaned down, catching your mouth in a sweet, lazy kiss. He pulled away and rested his glistening forehead against yours, the two of you sharing one breath.

“Just so you know...I lost on purpose,” you panted, struggling to regain your breath. You smirked up at him as your dazed eyes flitted around his face. He smiled down at you, brushing strands of your hair out of your face.

“You’re so full of shit.”

author notes: this one flew out of me during a 4am spiral last night...i hope you all enjoyyy ☺︎ biiig thanks to the lovely anon who sent this in xx

my request are open! i answer them randomly but i will eventually get to them! you can send your suggestions here♡

chaptered content is on the way! woohoo!! i will continue to release short form stories as i finish up the chapters.

as always, thank you so so much for engaging with my writing. every comment, like, and reblog is greatly appreciated. i love you all!

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diamondocean001 · 2 months

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JJK men headcanons

(This is going to be my view on the characters and how they'd act around you)

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Satoru Gojo

We all know that Gojo switches attitudes in the blink of an eye. I feel like he'd do this in a relationship.

In public, he'll tease you. Maybe joke about something you said. A miss spoken word.

However, when your in private, if he hears you say one bad thing about yourself, he'll get all serious. Whether that's about your looks, intelligence, personality, whaterver it is, if Gojo senses your talking bad about yourself, he'll sit you down and tell you everything he loves about you.

When he gets home after a long day at work, he will drag you onto the sofa or bed and lay on you, resting his head on your chest.

He loves head massages. Like, just feeling your fingers running through his hair and over his head is heaven to him.

He buys you expensive gifts to show his love.

"What did you just say?"

A cold chill ran down your spine at the sound of Satoru's voice behind you.

"I-I didn't say anything..."

"Bullshit," he seethed "you said the dress made you look fat."

You couldn't meet his eyes, too ashamed of yourself to face him. He wrapped hos arms around you and pulled you to sit on his lap, caressing your hair.

"Baby, that's not true. You could never look fat. You don't look fat. At all. You're amazing. Everything about you. That's how you got me so tightly wrapped around your finger."

His voice was soft, soothing. So calming you couldn't help but lean further into his touch.

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Kento Nanami

This man has a list of brutal insults to use against anyone who is rude to you.

He definitely sings in the shower and you can't convince me otherwise

When you found out he tried to hide his embarrassment but the blush on his face was way to noticable.

If you come home tired or just not in the mood to cook he'll either order something or immediately go to the kitchen to cook for you

He wears the pink apron you brought for him as a joke.

You are his biggest priority. The man will drop everything to gelp you with no hesitation.

He shows his love through his actions.

A sight you didn't expect to see was your six foot tall boyfriend striding around the kitchen in a baby pink apron. You'd brought it for him a week ago and never expected him to actually wear it.

"Kento," the laugher was in your voice, straining to be released.

You couldn't keep it in anymore when he looked over at you, a serious expression on his face.

He smiled when he saw you laugh. It was a sound he missed when you weren't around

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Toji Fushiguro

This man shows mercy when it comes to your height.

This mountain of a man will make fun of you for being shorter than him even if it's only an inch.

But he will take ZERO toleration for other people making fun of you.

When he's had a hard day he will embrace you in his arms until he's bored of it (which is never)

��Princess👏Treatment👏

He'd show his love through physical touch.

"Don't you dare move." He grumbled into your neck.

"I have things to do, Toji." You whine.

"Unless your life is in danger, which it isn't, I don't want you to move. At all."

You sigh, knowing your going to be stick in Toji's embrace for hours. I suposse it isn't too bad though.

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Suguru Gego

No mercy to anyone who insults you. None.

When you feel insecure, he'll hold you and kiss every part he loves about you (all of you)

He'd keep you out of battles, deliberately arranging them on days you won't be there.

His favorite days are Sunday movie nights with you.

He displays everything you buy him as if it where priceless because it is priceless to him.

His love language is physical touch

"Haven't we seen this already?"

"I fell asleep during it."

Suguru laughed at your reply. "Yes, that seems about right."

"I wouldn't have if you weren't so dam warm."

"Oh, so I'm at fault?"

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Ryomen Sukuna

Someone insults you? They die. No excuses.

He'd also be a gentleman though (only to you)

If you're having a hard week, he'll come to your door with a bouquet of flowers.

He'd also invite himself in, order your favorite food (he wouldn't lower himself to the point of cooking) and absorb you in his arms until he senses you feel better.

He'd call you things like "my queen"

He shows his love through actions

No matter how may times you blinked, this didn't seem any more believable. The king of curses was standing at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Sukuna..." you where definitely sceptical.

"What? Am I not allowed to treat my queen?"

"Not when you act suspicions doing so."

He walked passed you into your house. He gave up asking for permission ages ago.

"Get your ass here so I can cuddle the miserh out of you."

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chososlittlestuttyboy · 3 months

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(Request: omg can I pls request ftm chubby reader x satosugu? (polyamory if possible pls reader is a bottom) :I got you pookie:

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“your have soft hair (name)” satoru said while brushing your hair, suguru parted your hair and looked at at satoru “my six eyes are telling me his nape is his weak spot” satoru whispered to suguru “what if i just” satoru says before sliding his finger down your nape “hhn-!?~” a moan ripped from your throat “what the fuck satoru!” Your yelled “whattt, I was just curious” satoru said, while suguru was dying laughing on the other side over you, “it’s not funny…” you pouted your plump lips, satoru looked at suguru, then both of them looked at you, suguru kissed your nape and satoru kissed you, “mph!~” suguru then moved to your cheek, kissing it then pushing satoru then kissed you, “mhh~…” suguru picked you up and walked you to your shared bed “suguruuu~ share him with mee” “ you had him long enough satoru..” suguru said while takin your shirt, then layed you on your tummy, taking out his cock and layin it on your face “hm, suck” before you can say anything he shoved his cock I; your mouth “satoru” “ya ya suguru” satoru lifted your ass up so he can reach your cunt easier “so wet..” he rubbed the flats of his finger tips.

satoru licked your cunt though your boxers “nngh!~ mmph..~” your eyes rolled back, “let me take these off” satoru said while taking your boxers off “oh wow..” satoru groaned at the sight of your pussy, he slowly lowered your ass so it was at his crotch level, took out his 8 inch cock and lined it up to your cunt

*crack!*

You couldn’t scream, satoru looked at your face and grinned “satoru, what did I say about going hard on him” suguru cooed, “shhh… suguru I know” suguru rolled his eyes as he kept his cock in your mouth “how does it feel getting fucking in both ends baby?” Suguru rubbed your cheek, feeling his cock poke your cheek “f’fuck… I’m so close, im goin cum inside ya…” satoru moaned “same over here…” suguru whined, you tried to say no! You really did! But.. you were to cock drunk to say no! At the same time you didn’t want to miss the chance to be breeded by both of your best friends! “Thank you pretty boy…~” “hgnh~” they both groaned before cumming inside of you

“uh did he fall asleep”

I was inspired by this🙏🏾😵

#male reader #m4m #bottom male reader #smut drabble #ftm reader #jjk x male reader #jjk x ftm reader #geto x male reader #short comic #gay #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu satoru #satosugu #x ftm reader

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d3wdropz · 5 months

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Gojo Satoru NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: fem! reader, titty appreciation, spooning position, praise, switch! Gojo, fingering, oral (female and male receiving), cumshot, squirting, teasing, mild public stuffs, roleplay, blindfold use, edging, phone sex, lingerie, mutual masturbation, and hopefully that's it

A/N: wow! Gojo won by a landslide- I shouldn't be shocked but one day I will get to that Douma fic. That silly mother fucker is underappreciated :(- jk I get why- he can eat a bag of dicks

Thank you all so much for the support on the sukuna fic!

Thank you @benkeibear for this lovely banner!

✰- First off, this man is so horny. Like his sex drive is no joke- and so random at that

✰- He'll fuck you for a week straight- pulling you into empty classrooms or gender-neutral bathrooms bc he loves the thrill of someone catching you. One hand clamped over your mouth while the other rubs furiously at your clit, "Sh- you don't want anyone walking in, do you? Fuck- or maybe you do, just felt you clench, baby"

✰-After that week, he just stops and won't feel any sexual desire for like a week and a half

✰- He genuinely isn't doing it to tease you, he's just wacky like that you're pussy does need the break tho, cause damn

✰- When it comes to his blindfold, he loves to wrap it around your head when he's topping. He'll pull on it to bring your back to his chest, or just use it to tease you when he's feeling playful

✰- Overall, Satoru is a huge switch. One round he'll be bending you over a table and fucking your cervix- the next he'll be whimpering and whining while you edge him

✰- His whimpers are soooo hot, he'll be saying "Baby, please, I'm so close, just- fuck- just need more, please, need it so bad" while you lazily fist his cock

✰- The best way to get him to bottom for you is by denying him an orgasm. Just start by sucking his dick- 7 long inches, on the thinner side but it curves so nicely and hits right where you need it- right when he's about to cum stop all movement, just softly hold him until he winds down

✰- Satoru will be breathing so deeply and pushing your head to his dick, "Y/n, you're being so mean, I never make you wait this long" All you have to do is deepthroat his cock for a minute or two and he'll shut up again

✰- The main spot he likes to blow his load is on your face, Satoru looooves seeing his cum spill onto your face, watching your eyes close instinctively as it coats your cheeks

✰- "Awww, you look so perfect like this, babe: covered in my cum. Hey, don't look so angry- you love it"

✰- When it comes to giving you oral, Gojo goes wild on you. He'll make you cum so much and so intensely, all bc he loves the way you taste

✰- He makes it his personal goal to make you cum more than the last time you two fucked- you came four times last night? Be prepared to cum six

✰- His goal might be to make you squirt. The day you do will be the end, this man makes it a competition to see how many times he can make you squirt in one night

✰- Gojo's three fingers deep in your cunt, thumb rubbing fast circles into your bundle of nerves, "Fuuuuuck, that's my girl. Come on baby, know you got another one in there. Squirt for me, sweetie, cum"

✰- Position wise, he loves the one where you spoon (I don't know the name so we're just rolling with it). He feels so close to you and he loves it, especially when he reaches around and starts fondling your titties

✰- Doesn't matter the size, Gojo loves boobs. You got big ole bitties? He's getting a boob-job for his birthday. You're part of the itty-bitty-titty-committee? He's pinching your nipples until you cry

✰- Other than spooning, he really loves cowgirl- where he gets to sit up and just keep his face in your tits, sucking them until their raw and red. He'll smirk up at you and hug you tighter, "Don't be surprised, honey. You were just asking for it when you bounce 'em like that"

✰- Due to his constant traveling and busy schedule, phone sex is a common thing for you two. He'll be away on a mission for a few days and by the first night he's texting you begging for nudes

✰- Satoru buys specific, dark blue expensive sets of lingerie just for these moments. You'll be on the phone with him, working each other to your second orgasm of the night, and right when he's about to cum you stop and tell him "Check your messages- trust me, Toru, you'll love it"

✰- Man will be nutting right then and there after he sees the pics you sent him of yourself in the newest lingerie set he bought for you before he left. Best believe he's buying you another closet full by the time he comes back

✰- Against popular belief, I don't think he likes student x professor roleplay. It feels too personal for him; he takes his teaching very seriously and wouldn't find pleasure in imagining you as one of his students (this is not meant to bash anyone who writes Gojo in this way- I've read some fics that were godly with this premise, I just don't think it fits my idea of him)

✰- Instead, he loves the power trip of you playing some random lady in need. His favorite is you being a needy housewife whose husband is on a trip. It scratches this very specific itch inside him, where you need something that only he can provide

✰- One example being a roleplay where you were a neighbor who got "stuck" opening the window and needed Gojo to get you out. don't worry, you guys were somewhere where no one would see . You two went at it for hours like this, utter filth falling from Satoru's mouth: "Y-you know, I'm starting to think you got stuck on purpose- shit- I don't mind though, been wanting a piece of this for weeks now"

✰- Gojo's aftercare is pretty good, though he expects to be pampered too. He'll get you guys a bath going, with lots of bubbles. After you guys are out, he'll feed you ice cream- probably stealing most of it. But once you're in bed, he becomes such a brat. He won't let you leave for hours and expects you to pet his head the entire time.

✰- You don't mind it, though, he's your little drama-queen

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gorejo · 2 years

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𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

≡ gojo satoru. toji fushiguro. ryomen sukuna. noritoshi kamo. geto suguru. naoya zenin x f!reader

↳ no sophisticated way to say... mirror sex. each to their own, and how they like to hit it in front of a mirror. (not really most to least, but they all wouldn't miss the chance to)

tw/cw: unedited — legit wrote this without looking through it because i was so tired.... but smut. explicit language. unprotected, penetrative sex. degradative naoya's. sukuna has four arms and two cocks. double penetration with sukuna. toji calls himself daddy and puts his cum coated finger into your mouth. nipple pinching. teasing. blow job. gojo briefly blindfolds. you. fingering. cervix kissing but not really. naoya is tied up. reader called princess, angel, baby, babe, bitch (in naoya's), love, pretty, good girl. creampie. naoya gets fucked lmao.

✉ : hello !! first, ty nonnie for sending this. omg i contemplated so hard between geto and naoya, but i decided to just add them both in... so six guys yay!! i had so much fun writing this silly piece (˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶) but i hope you all can enjoy !!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

Legs embracing his waist, ass flexed with each pulsing of his length into your caverns, the gush of your fluttering walls hypnotizing his conscious causing him to act beyond his normal reserve — unhinged and feral, his simple carnal lust that motivated his every move.

Blindfolded, your senses blared louder than normal — his touch, his kisses, his thrusts, his movements, his breathing, and his words sirened loud in your ears — every connection of your body with his felt like a burning flame across your skin.

“I want to s-see you,” you croaked out, the tremble of your lips easily mistaken for fear, but Gojo knew otherwise.

“Thought you liked being folded like this?” He choked out, tongue swiping against your collar bones, sweat dripping down his temple as he made his way up to your lips, hips thrusting harshly causing your breasts to move in its repetitive motion as he breathed out through his nose, groaning into your mouth with his cock deeply pressed inside of you, “but whatever you want baby,” he murmured.

“Shit because no matter,” grunting as he lifted you up, switching positions to have you kneeled in front of him, being careful to not disconnect with you, “how many fucking times,” his length shoved suddenly deeper, the lower portion of his abdomen hitting the plush of your ass, “you still manage to be so damn tight,” he growled into your ear, his hot breath steaming your face as his lips loosely bit your lobes, “I dont care what position, I’ll still fuck you good.”

“Satoru…” moaning out his name as he slowly moved his hips in upward motions, the tip of his cock hitting at your sweet spot, his lips softly kissing the back of your neck, “just like that…’toru ”

“Yea, this feels good?” Chuckling as his thickly padded palms groped your bosom, lightly pinching your swollen nipples as he molded your fat, “but it’s not enough right?” he teased, his thrusts still slow and agonizing.

“No no n-no! ngh…” You stammered, hands immediately reaching to grip his wrist, but your strength couldn’t compare, nor were you actually wanting any of this to end.

The thickness of his shaft further stretches you out as his fingers circle around your swollen clit while his cock continually probes inside. The warmth of your juices coating his long digits, giving him greater leverage to further press into your walls — pushing just to kiss centimeters away from your cervix, inches deep inside your pussy.

The tender kisses of his lips on your sweaty cheeks, making love with every fiber of your being as he held you in his arms, Satoru slowly untied your — his — blindfold, just enough to give you a tease of your reflection in front of you — caressed and loved.

“You wanted to see, baby,” he whispered in between kisses, his voice shackling your body in goosebumps as electricity ran through your veins, shooting straight to your core to flame your knot. With his hands squeezed between your closed thighs, arms flexed to show every crevice of his toned muscles on his forearm and biceps, indenting in at his triceps wherever his fingers circled around your hardened bud. Body thrusted forward from the force of his hips, with your lover staring straight into the mirror, his hollow cheeks placed next yours, his cerulean eyes faintly shielded by the fine edges of his soft white hair, whispering closely as he tightened his grip,

“Look carefully angel,” suddenly pushing you down, face falling flat onto the pillow he secretly placed before, his thick hands locking your arms behind your back as he gave a heavy push causing shockwaves to pulse through your body, stifling any sort of reaction,

“this is how you look, when I fuck you, pretty huh?”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

“Princess, you’re fucking drooling,” Toji’s chuckle resounded over the squelching splatters that radiated the room whenever his cock was shoved into your cunt. Purposefully spreading out your buttocks as he pushed himself inside of you, one leg propped to the side giving him more leverage to fuck you deeper, stronger as he watched your pulsing hole absorb his length as he stretched you full, harshly groaning as he felt you tremble underneath him, clenching tight on his cock as his cum trailed down your thigh, pooling in the sheets with the splatters of your juices against his balls.

A slight tremor leaves his body when you harshly clamp down on his thick cock, knocking the wind out of his lungs as he pulls forward, hovering over your smaller body. His hands automatically shooting to your abused pussy, drawing circles as he generously covers his two fingers with your slick, his calloused hand slowly trailing up to grip onto your breasts, pinching your hardened nipple to hear your pretty mewls, “hah fucking god… you like daddy’s cock that much, baby?”

“I-it’s too much! S-so full!” you screamed out, yet your voice was muffled into the pillow — face flat into the fabric, yet ass prettily perked up for him to pistol in his cock, perfectly creating surface area for his balls to slap against your clit.

Chuckling at himself as he looked forward, your heated body shamelessly withholding his force, breasts drooping low as it bounced to the tempo of his rabid thrusts. Your arms trembling as your fingers clenched onto the sheets, sweat covering your body as his hips met perfectly at the entrance to your pussy, “princess, look,” he ordered.

Incoherent, and simply dazed from being too fucked, his words fell flat to your ears as you moaned out his name, “Toji… n-no more.”

Wrong. You could.

Slamming his body on top of you, “ngh I- I can’t breathe!” you cried out as his body weight pulled you down into the mattress. His hips slapping against your body causing your ass to jiggle as you felt his cock venturing even further lengths, his ass clenching while his feet drove him deeper into your pulsing cunt. His tongue leveling up the back of your throat, lowly chuckling into your ear as you felt his two thick fingers — slimmy and rusty in flavor — suddenly play with your tongue, pulling your face up to have you watch yourself get fucked — couple inches shy from the mirror — absolutely drooling with your eyes faded in exhaustion, hands gripping onto his wrists, as your body pulsated forward with every heavy thrust he made,

“Look at how daddy fucks his baby girl, so cute huh?” Giving you a sloppy kiss to your cheek, his hot breath tickling your nostrils, his heavy body suffocating you of air, “now, watch yourself cum on daddy’s cock.”

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

“Fuck… gonna fill you all the way,” Sukuna groaned into your skin, lips feverishly pressed against the lining of your sweaty neck as one of your arms automatically shot back to grasp a hold of his fine hair, gripping tightly to pull on his scalp, while the other grasped onto his wrist, trembling as your fingers bore crescents into his inked skin, “s-slow down… p-please.”

Chuckling as he put his fingers into your mouth, swirling his digits against your hot tongue, his sharp nails careful to not cut your tender flesh, as he pulsed his cock into your cunt, “cute,” his voice was almost threatening, his red eyes glazed and strong, resembling that of a blazing fire just about to enlighten in flames with the right trigger.

With his fingers making their way down past your aching pussy, you felt the knot in your stomach — the burning and twirling of your inner organs — as you felt the familiar probing of his long, thick fingers into your other lonesome hole, clenching tight as he slowly entered one, two, three digits consecutively in. Massaging your inner ribbed walls, stretching you out fully while his cock pushed deeper into your womb, just centimeters close to hitting your cervix.

“Ah n-ngh!” No coherent words leaving your dry lips. You squirmed in his reign, hips moving in their own accord as he fingered your anus and fucked full, the slick of your prior cum dripping down his heavy balls and down his thighs.

“Open your eyes princess, let me show you something,” his voice suddenly sweet and eerily comforting as he brushed soft kisses to your neck and up to the base of your jaw.

Opening your eyes, heavily blinking to drain your lachrymose eyes of its tears, lips spread open in a delicate ‘O’ as you watched your helpless reflection being overwhelmed by the man — certainly a beast — behind you.

“Good girl,” he loosely chuckled into your cheeks, his chin pressed against your shoulder as he lowly groaned to reach below, coating his hand with your slick as he rubbed it against his length, slowly circling the rim of your pulsing hole, only to slowly penetrate through as he held you even tighter.

Your cries mixed in with his heavy groans, “too much!” you pleaded as he continually pushed you down on his length, only to receive a response back as you trembled in his arms, absorbing all of him inside of you — two cocks in — feeling every rivature and curve of his length twitching inside,

“No, it’s not too much princess.”

Picking up your helpless body to slam it right back into his cocks, breasts helplessly bouncing as your mouth gaped open, “not until I fill up every hole inside of you.”

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

It wasn’t usual for your boyfriend to prefer such a place to have sex, usually keeping it within the bedroom, mostly within the house — in the car if absolutely urgent. And in such desperate times, when his drive to fuck you raw, have you scream out his name as he tended to your needs, thighs lacing over his thin waist as he held you close, his lips brushing against your cheeks as he whispered repeatedly, “I love you, I fucking love you,” while his cock situated inside your fluttering walls… those were the times when he liked to fuck in front of a mirror — to grasp, to memorize, to contain all of you. To see in third perspective of the glory of sex, and the intimacy of what comes with being one; Kamo Noritoshi was a slave — a fucking slave in pleasing you.

“Shh… baby, don’t cry,” Kamo cooed into your ear, kissing your tears as his cock pushed deeper in, ass clenching and stomach flexing. Maybe he was a pervert, though he wouldn’t want to think of such. Maybe it was his erotic infatutation? Because despite seeing such sacred tears falling from your swollen eyes, knowing he should stop and let you breathe, his drive to push you off the edge, have you reach your climax over and over and over filled his desire, absolutely blinding him from the consciousness of him previously making you cum repeatedly before, “you’re so beautiful, so so beautiful…” is all he gasps out as his cock pools with more blood, further stretching you out.

“‘Toshi… n-no more,” you begged with your arms wrapped around his neck, teeth lightly biting into his skin, yet your legs were wrapped around his lower half, feet pushing his ass to give him no room to remove his cock out of your tantalizing grip.

“You okay, love?” he hushed, kissing your up your neck, praising you for being so good, taking him so well, loving you to the extent his heart could handle as he showered your face with open mouthed kisses, eventually making way to your swollen lips, “look love, look at how pretty you are,” he whispered as his kisses pushed your face to look to the side, “look at how well you’re taking my cock…”

Two bodies intertwined and connected as one — sticky, sweaty, heated.

And in the thick of the room, vision hazy from your tears with the aroma of sex filling your senses, Kamo was there.

“Fuck me harder,” you groaned out, watching his pacing increase from response, the slapping of his balls splattering out his cum from your aching hole, his abs flexing in as his face caves into the curve of your neck, “harder ‘Toshi!”

Panting with his chest pressed heavily against yours, Kamo reached below to hook your thighs to his arms, using his body weight to push your legs against your chest, folding you in half, allowing his cock to puncture further in, reaching depths you normally didn’t experience.

“Shit… I’m gonna cum,” his hot breath fanning over your face as his lips met with yours, tongues swirling against each other as spit trailed down the edge of your lips, “YN…” he moaned out while straightening out his legs, using his forearm to hold his weight, ass twitching as he gave his final thrust.

Setting his head to rest on the plush of your breasts, listening to your rapid heartbeats to calm his tumultuous chaos residing in his mind, wrapping his arms around your waist as his cock pulsed inside of you, holding — clinging onto — you like a lost child in need of his mother, Kamo opened his eyes to once again see the beauty of you holding him, caressing through his hair as you kissed the sides of his temple.

Maybe he was a pervert.

Or maybe it was love.

Maybe it was the combination of both mixed in with his idolatry to serve his goddess — his absolute deity that would never forsake him — an infatuation. Because he feels his cock growing again, and despite the pain of his aching, sensitive skin, he pushes his hips in to reach deep inside, listening to you moan out his name, reach out for him, want him… because he wanted to watch, memorize, absorb this over again, “you don’t know what power you have over me,” pushing his mildly erected length in, feeling the viscous remnants of his cum cream out of your hole with each push, “I’m a fucking animal in front of you, my love.”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

Sitting at the edge of the sofa, arms stretched back, hands placed on top of the plush backrest, chest exposed with his white collared shirt loosely draping his figure. Abs flexing with each increasingly staggered breath he elicited from every tender kiss you placed — from his collar bones to his stomach — tickling his skin with your tongue as he softly grazed your cheek with the back of his index.

“You want to do it here?” You questioned in between open mouthed kisses, hands traveling against his wide chest, softly playing with his perked nipples as they made their way down his abdomen, down to their destined place as you fondled his clothed erection, “not the bed?”

“Mhm, here,” Suguru lightly chuckled, the hue of his voice knotting up your organs causing you to immediately burn from just the tone alone, “want a good view of you.” Though his face sweetly smiled, his eyes told a different story — lust — a lascivious gaze through his dark iris’.

Interlocking his fingers with yours, stopping you from using your hands, “use your teeth,” he tenderly ordered, the edge of his lips lifted into a smirk. The dark glint in his eyes shining through his cool facade, the draping of his bangs lightly covering his face, with his loosely tight hair beautifully exposing his defined neck and jawline.

Spreading out his thighs further to have you situate in, nuzzling your nose against the hardened bulge of his clothed erection, taking a whiff of his natural scent — light with a mixture of cologne and skin — you took the clasp by your front incisors and pulled the zipper down to the end.

Looking up through your lashes, placing soft kisses to his constrained member, using your teeth to again pull down his briefs, the intertwining of your fingers feeling tighter as he lightly hitched his hips forward as the cold air brushed against his hot flesh, feeling a sudden pulse in his cock the moment your lips gently grazed against his sensitive skin.

Groaning forward, with his back arched as he cupped your face, zealously pushing his lips onto yours — urgent and needy, desperate and wanting — missing the chance to breathe, and forsaking the will to. “Just use your mouth,” he breathed out as he placed his thumb into your mouth, pushing against your tongue as he watched a trickle of your spit leave your lips, “fuck… let me see what this pretty mouth can do, yea?”

Taking position, leaning back with his arms placed behind the sofa, scooting his hips out to give you better leverage; his sharp eyes, and rosy cheeks, his furrowed brows and hefty breaths prompted you to start.

Swiping up from the base of his cock, leaving a soft kiss to his fiery head, swirling your tongue against his puffy slit, tasting the saltiness of his precum only to quickly flatten out your tongue before swallowing his length. Gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat, you felt his hand snake its way to cup the back of your head, pushing you further down as he groaned into the pleasure of your warm throat, “fuck… so tight,” Suguru gasped out with his head thrown back, his adam’s apple bobbing with each sharp swallow of his saliva pulling down his dry throat.

And when he opens his eyes, there he meets the reflection of you. Off in the corner of his gaze was a mirror placed reflecting a scene of your head bobbing as you sucked him in, ass nicely sculpted with your naked back exposed as you kneeled in front of him with his large hand caressing your head, pushing you deeper to take in his length combined with the squelching of your mouth as his head threatened to push past into your throat.

“Shit… baby… keep going… got the best fucking view from here.”

𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍

“Untie me right now,” his chest heaving, his stomach curving in to flex his abs, hands gripping onto the tie that you placed above his head, chained against the railing of the bed, “YN — fuck….” his threatening voice dying out as he shot his head back into the pillow, throat pulsing out his thick veins, his face mildly red from asphyxiating himself from air, helplessly groaning as you watched him from above.

“You fucking talk,” grinding your ass into his pelvis, clenching hard as your velvet walls tightly embraced his length, your nails piercing into his chest, drawing long strokes of vibrant red onto his pale skin. And hovering over his body, your soft lips mere inches from his jeering face, smiling as you teased him of a kiss, “you talk so much for a fucking bottom, Naoya.”

“Hah!” He scoffed as his hips jerked up, causing the tip of his cock to hit just right at your sweet spot, his length caved inside of your warm caverns, “if you just wanted me to fuck you,” his knees propping up, and feet stationing onto the mattress, with his length pistoling repeatedly in and out of your pussy, balls slapping against your wet cunt, “you could’ve just asked,” Noaya teased back as he leaned forward to match his lips with yours.

Pulling out of the kiss with a string of saliva attaching you both, “yea? Watch closely, baby,” you chuckled as your eyes signaled for him to look above — a large mirror plastered onto the ceiling with the reflection of the carnal rendezvous. Your thumb brushing against his bruised lower lip as you simultaneously rolled your hips forcibly into his, muffling his gasping moans as you pushed against his attempted thrusts, bucking your hips inward to have his cock hit your walls just rightly, “so you can fuck yourself thinking about me next time,” you taunted with a pretty smile.

He was close. You heard his familiar haggard breaths, the hue of his skin turning faintly red, the usual tremble of his thighs as his eyes lightly rolled to the back of his skull, “you fucking think,” gasping as he fought to contain himself — fighting for his life to abstain from reaching his high — yet his helpless voice told otherwise, “a bitch like you can have any power over me?”

His eyes. His sharp eyes locked to the mirrored ceiling as he spewed out his curses.

Cock throbbing inside with each passing second as he watched you — your ass bouncing against his body, imagining just how far he’s inside of you, his feet drilling into the mattress as he feverishly bit onto his lips in frustration.

Yet he failed.

And just like always, falling weak to your reign, absolutely in denial over the power you had over him — his soul — he releases his seeds, groaning with his head pushed back into the pillow, seeing nothing but white and the constant ringing in his ears as he stuffed you full, his cum dripping out of your pussy as you pumped his length.

And gripping onto his cheeks, slowly gliding your hips in perfect waves, locking your gaze with his hazel eyes as he gasped out, “f-fuck…” from the overstimulation. Feeling the twitching of his cock inside of you, feet pressing into the mattress to hit deeper into your caverns, the splurts of his release coating your plush walls with his viscous seeds as he trembled beneath you, hands red and wrists bruised from the containment.Giggling as you licked up his throat, flipping your tongue on his chin just before pushing your lips into his as you simultaneously lifted your hips to release his cock, cum oozing out of your hole, landing on his body as his length twitched against your ass, “I’m sure I can, because I just fucked you.”

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miyatcha · 5 months

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i hate you!

in which, you can't have him find out you like him. like, at all!

first jjk work el oh el..... haven't written and published smth in 6 months.... | fluff

shoko and geto are simple highschool students. so yes, they’ll sit back and watch the frenemies of the quartet.

maybe it was a bad idea to make a bet with gojo. i bet you can’t hug ____, considering how much they hate your guts! yeah, geto definitely regrets saying that, because now, he hears you throwing flameshots of cursed energy gojo’s way as he effortlessly avoids it. he hears a strangled ‘get away from me!!’ and a giggly ‘give me a hug, ___! aren’t we friends?’ right back.

yeah...suguru geto and shoko ieiri are not cut out for this kind of stuff.

you definitely liked satoru gojo more than a normal friend. but in typical friend fashion, either satoru is dense as fuck, or you’re avoiding the teasing of a lifetime. suguru knows it’s both.

he watches you two prance around the bushes as the strongest sorcerer chases you around, and the distance between you two slowly decrease as your cries for help get louder. geto definitely snaps a picture of the taller white-haired male with his lanky figure wrapped around yours in a bone-crushing hug.

‘say cheese!’ he grins with his dark blue glasses falling down his nose, and maybe, you give up a little. the proximity makes you a little less angry.

you send a glare to the dark-haired male, knowing he was the one who did this.

“you’re the one who put me in this mess. now get me out, suguru.” you spit, glaring as satoru has his loosely around your neck and on our shoulders. the former shrugs, turning back around to continue the walk back to school.

he still hears you and satoru fussing like little kids, you shoving him away and him not budging an inch. he fake cries, pouts, and worst of all, he slouches, dragging you down with his body weight like the titanic.

you’re struggling, trying both to keep up with the rest of your friends and suddenly haul something much heavier than you’re used to. not to mention- the sorcerer hanging onto you is trying his best to stop you in your tracks.

satoru whines, “you’re so mean, ____.” you scoff, flicking his forehead before peeling his grip away, finger by finger.

“i hate you and I hope the next curse eats you alive.” you both knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

finally, when he gives up his antics and walks by your side, you fall into somewhat normal conversation like all friends do.

“so…you wanna keep hiding things from someone with six eyes, or are you gonna come clean?”

you stop in your tracks. “okay. yeah. I did eat the mochi when you left for the mission.”

gojo stops, too. “well, i wasn’t even talking about that. but now that you mention it, come on, ___! you know how long i waited in line for to get those.”

you’re sheepish, ducking out of his hold and walking ahead. “oops.” thank god he didn’t mention everything else.

“not about that, though,” he resumes, speaking low enough for only you two to hear.

you snort, your grip on your backpack tightening as you subconsciously speed up. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“i already bribed suguru a week ago.” and you feel yourself heating up, cursing suguru into the next life.

“you did? and he told you??” with a solemn nod from the boy, you realize you’ve set a murder plan in action. never trust suguru geto.

“it’s okay though!” he grins, linking your arms together. “i like you, too!”

“i don’t like you, idiot.” he you both know you’re lying. he scrutinizes you, squinting as if he didn’t see you properly. under his gaze, you felt a lot more compelled to keep talking. “okay, maybe a little. maybe a tiny bit. like- here and there.” satoru laughs at your scowl, knowing this is exactly the kind of stuff you wanted to avoid by concealing your feelings.

“well, cat’s out of the bag.” rolling your eyes, you soak up his words, and your murderous tendencies towards satoru’s best friend dies down a little. He’s still getting an earful, and there’s no way suguru’s sweet talking his way of out any of it.

with a bubbly feeling in your stomach, you grab satoru’s hand to catch up with shoko, who’s gained a considerable distance after you and satoru’s antics.

he was bound to find out anyways.

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HELPPP sorry guys i'm not immune to teasing hs crush gojo satoru.....hidden inventory arc he was TEWWW KEYUTE!!!

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 9 months

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Borderline

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Moment's Silence

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Stretching his arms up into the air, the young Gojo stepped into the recreational room of the dorms. Loudly yawning as he fixed the sunglasses back onto his nose, nose scrunched up at the sight of a pensive Suguru sitting by the dark-hued couches. His onyx eyes solely focused on the screen of his phone.

(Side Note: Suguru hates bright screens, just like you, so he kept his on both the lowest setting and in dark mode. On the contrary, Gojo was one of those few assholes who likes having his phone at the highest brightness possible. The one brighter than the common folk's future. If you're like this, kindly fuck off)

"Still?" At this, Suguru spared a brief glance before going back to his device. "Still."

Gojo clicked his tongue in pure annoyance, anger swelling up inside him as he glared at nothing.

Everyone's barely seen you the last four weeks. Mission, shower, sleep, wake up, eat, mission --- that was the routine you've committed to ever since those old fucks decided to abruptly assign you a load of jobs to take care of.

They didn't even work him or Suguru as much as they worked you. It was as though one day, they just up and decided that your skills just needed to be put to the test on a daily basis. Pushed to the very brink, see if you could handle it or not.

And, you took it. Without a single word. You just took it like a good little bitch...and THAT pissed him off.

"Don't even think about it, Satoru." Of course, he knew. Suguru knew everything about him by this point. Huffing, the silver-haired threw himself into the couch, the raven-haired's arms already raised as Gojo plopped his head into his best friend's lap. (Suguru now has an elbow stabbing Gojo's sternum while the other test on the arm rest, fingers playing with the ends of silver locks)

"They don't even fight back! No argument, no protest--- nothing! Where's the spitfire? That bitch is always fighting with me so why not with those old sacks of skin, hm?"

Suguru types something, "Think about it this way, they are an outsider on foreign soil. It's chaotic enough they only got here a few months ago. They don't know anyone and need as many allies as they can get --- you know they've always been quite the politician themselves. They're just playing the game."

The Six-Eye user groaned in exasperation, childishly kicking his feet against the arm rest, "I hate clan politics. So fucking boring. Why do they even bother with those fossils?"

Suguru paused, "Did you not notice, that ever since they arrived here, the spotlight's been taken off of you?"

Gojo pushed the glasses down his nose, confusion in his beautiful eyes, "What do you mean?"

It was Suguru's turn to click his tongue in annoyance, "Satoru, they've been taking the heat for you. So that you can have some semblance of privacy."

For the first time in a long time, Gojo Satoru is silent. A stunned expression adores his features, eyes, once again, focusing on oblivion as his mind processes what Suguru said

"They...they care about me?"

Suguru freezes, fingers hovering over the plastic keyboard of his flip phone. A little bunny charm hangs from the device, Gojo notices. Ieiri must've gotten it for him

"Obviously." He said it as though it was common knowledge. As though everyone knew this to be a fact instead of a myth or falsehood.

"Are you sure?"

Closing the phone, Suguru gazed down at his friend. An indecipherable look in his darkness as he made a slight face, "You know, they're not good with feelings, Satoru."

Gojo whines, staring up at his best friend, faces inches away, "Then why don't they ever call me by my name, eh? Always Gojo this, Gojo that --- they call you by yours, so why not mine?"

Is this motherfuckers being serious rn? Is she for real fucking jealous?

"...I don't know." He lied through his teeth

But Gojo can see all

"Bullshit, you've had the most interactions with them. So it would only make sense for you to know, spit it out."

Suguru told his eyes at his friend's childish antics, "Why don't you just hang with them more? Maybe that'll do the trick."

Sitting up, Gojo threw his hands up in the air, annoyance evident in his voice as he screeched, "I've tried! But it's like they avoid me like I got the freaking bird flu or something."

His interactions with you have always been positive on the surface. Regardless, something has always felt off between the two of you. You took all to his touch despite having avoided everyone else's, sides from Suguru's. In fact, you seem to gravitate towards him. It's likely you are touch starved but for what reason, he didn't know.

You always had this tendency to keep things close to your chest, no matter what. It's been months and none actually knew a thing about your past. Why is that? Why are you so secretive?

You acted like nothing was wrong but all the signs pointed opposite. Did you think him dumb? Did you think he couldn't see the little fears in your head turn as you overnight a most miniscule of interactions as though analyzing it would save your life in the end? He might be blind to others thoughts on him, but not yours.

Although, he didn't know what your thoughts about him were --- he knew that you tolerated him enough that it was safe to assume you enjoyed his presence more than others. And, that was saying a lot.

He bought you things, gave you your favorite foods. Made sure you were comfortable with the people around you, paid attention to you as to not make to feel neglected. So why was it that he still felt miles away from you?

And why did he care so much?

" 'Toru, where did you go?" A familiar voice broke him out of his train of thoughts, looking to his right, Gojo blinked at the sight of a concerned Suguru. Whose eyebrows are nearly knitted at the center, a light frown staining his sharp features like bad art.

"Just thinking," cerulean blue glimpsed down to the eclipse chart that hanged from the other male's strong neck, "Ne, Suguru. Do you care about them?"

Said man rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward look on his face as he nodded, "Yeah, you could say that, I guess."

(Side Note: Suguru did not feel awkward at the fact that he actually cares about you, but rather, he didn't expect Gojo to just abruptly ask emotionally charge questions --- Gojo is much like that one friend who just randomly asks if you love them at the most random of times. They require constant reassurance without making it seem like they are needy/clingy so they ask it in the most nonchalant of manners)

"Do you care about me too?"

"Of course." Not a moment's hesitation. No stutter nor stranger, it was clear and concise. Most of all, it was the truth.

At this, the silver-haired laid his head onto his friend's shoulder. A discreet smile sweetening his lips.

"Okay." "Okay?" "Okay."

Gojo looked at Suguru with squinted eyes, a pout on his lips, "Who were you texting?" "What?" "You were so focused, ignoring me for your phone. So, who were you texting?"

"Utahime." Gojo made a confused face, "What? What for?"

"Nothing important, to be honest. She was just telling me something she saw while on a mission."

"What'd she see?" Gojo quipped.

Suguru hummed, laying his own head on top of Gojo's, an indecipherable expression on his canvas, "Just a little something."

You stood under the rain, streaks of red running down your face as you viciously glared at the curse chained up in front of you. It whine and squirmed under the weight of your cursed chains.

Gashes covered your body, some clean-cut, others would be a mess to stitch back up. Although, as you made action to move over to the curse, you nearly screamed as a lightning strike of pain shot through your abdomen. Taking a moment to focus on your breaths, you gazed down to your torso, mouth twisting into a snarl at the bloody sight.

A hole, the size of your fist, right through your flesh. Must've happened while one of the major curses had you under it,

they did it again. They fucking did it again! It was supposed to be a bunch of Grade 2's.

Should've fucking known

Funnily enough (not funny at all, you're beyond pissed off now), what they meant was a bunch of Grade 1's. Even better, they failed to mention two of them was near-Special Grade

Without a moment longer, you sliced the hideous creatures into smithereens (you would've loved to punch into a pulp but the wounds on your body restrained you from doing so.)

Pulling out your phone, you thumbed the third contact.

"It's done."

"Complaints?"

You bit your tongue until you tasted iron, "None."

"Good. Did you reconsider?"

"No."

A deep static sigh echoed form the other end, "You're proving to be quite the nuisance, little one. Where's your sense of gratitude?"

"When you're not looking, I'm going to absolutely annihilate that little guitar of yours. Now, are we done?"

A brief pause, "For now." The line dies.

What a pain

Literally and figuratively

Although, it was nice. To feel something instead of overwhelming guilt. As you tightened your fist, the cursed chains that wrapped around your knuckles softly whined under the pressure. The soreness of your digits slowly brought you back into reality --- times like these, you missed that stupid onion. He'd talk your ear off, but he had this way of bringing you back to Earth. Suguru also had that skill, but his would lull you to sleep while Gojo gave you enough energy to move about your day.

They both had their benefits

Agh, you really are fucked --- wait...you're not alone

"Well, well. Didn't think I'd find you here." That voice...

You'd only need to glance over your shoulders to see the truth, you could recognize that soul from anywhere

"And, I didn't expect to see you again, Tsukumo."

...

(A/N): Hi hello so like forget whatever I said about the timeline being fucked up. I fixed it but good fucking luck cuz we about to go warp 9 soon enough.

Song Inspo: Borderline - Tame Impala

Huh? How the hell do you know Yuki Tsukumo? And why was she looking for you in the first place?

What did Utahime see that she contacted Suguru?

Why are the Higher-Ups trying to kill you? What exactly did you do to get on their bad side?

Originally:

"Then why don't they ever call me by name, ne?" Suguru was supposed to respond with, "Because you aren't open with them, Satoru." But held his tongue and went with, "I don't know."

"What? What for?" Suguru was supposed to say, "I was... verifying a rumor, nothing important." Yet, at the last second, he switched to, "She was just telling me something she saw while on a mission."

Why is Suguru so secretive all of a sudden? In fact, he's been quite reserved for a while now...

The first contact in your phone was suppose to be Kiyotaka Ijichi. (Did you think I forgot his existence? Well, you are correct.) But I changed it.

The first two contacts in your phone are Toru and Sugu, in that order. (I wonder if the order actually matters)

Ah, it wasn't Tsukumo you were supposed to meet. For the original character, I was torn between two individuals --- one you already unknowingly met and another you met but kept quiet about. Both are surprisingly relevant to one another, colleagues if you will.

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shintin · 5 months

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Forget Me Not: Chapter 37 (Knock, knock, knock)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Description: Having fallen into this world, you were forced to shed blood to survive. But what about when you get tired, when you think the blood on your hands won’t wash off and give up because you have nothing to lose?

Yep, you were there, at rock bottom, rolling in the deep.

Then, there came a day when life gave you a new chance to live, laugh, and love, or so she thought.

Genre: heavy angst, sad love story, maybe tragedy, violence, lonely hearts, broken souls, +18.

Tags/Warnings: nothing but angst.

Song Recommendation: Mitski - I Bet on Losing Dogs

Chapter index -> Next Chapter

Year: 2019

Y/N lay on her side of the bed, quietly watching him. Unaware of her presence, he blinked, trying to pinpoint when she had entered the room. Suddenly, he noticed she was utterly motionless, a kind of stillness that was distinctly hers. The realization struck him, and he took a breath, fully aware of the impossibility of this moment.

Yet, despite his awareness, a delightful sensation of blooming flowers filled his stomach, their soft petals caressing every inch of his nervous system. It felt like he had been granted three wishes: to see, feel, and have her once more. It was the most peculiar phenomenon—an extraordinary, joyous impossibility delicately wrapped in tissue paper, tied with a bow, and safely tucked away in his heart.

Everything felt incredibly authentic, to the point where he could even sense the fragrance of lemons and the scent of the sea enveloping her.

Satoru nervously swallowed, slowly raising his hand. His eyes widened in surprise as his finger touched her face's smooth skin. She went still as he gently cupped her cheek, which felt as soft as velvet petals. His fingers then traced along the curve of her neck and explored the scars on her shoulders.

She didn't say a word, but her eyes remained on him.

As his gaze returned to her face, he was taken aback by the way she looked at him. Her eyes carried a weight that worried him, yet her expression remained tender, focused, and brimming with emotion that he found it difficult to look away, captivated by her presence.

She closed her eyes, and he couldn't help but observe even the simplest actions she took: adjusting her weight, her hair sliding across the pillow, and the subtle trembling of her lips. All six of his eyes followed every movement of her body. This moment with her felt incredibly strange, causing his chest to tighten and his heart to race. She had a way of making him long to remain trapped in this dream indefinitely.

Then, she came closer and closer and closer.

Reluctant to disturb the enchantment of the moment, he reached out silently and held her hand as if she were a lonely, fluffy cloud in the sky, destined to vanish with the northern winds. He brought her palm to his lips, planting a gentle kiss upon it, desperately hoping it would dispel the emptiness in her eyes. But alas, the stubborn void remained steadfast. He managed a melancholic smile as she pressed her cheek against his palm, and he delicately brushed strands of hair away from her face. Something stirred within him, a surge of warmth accompanying the movement of her head. Leaning closer, she gently pressed her forehead against his, her breath caressing his nose like a gentle breeze.

"Please stay," Satoru whispered, tightly closing his eyes.

Expecting her to leave him again, he was caught off guard when her lips brushed against his chin. In response, a raw cry escaped his throat, resonating with longing. His mouth parted, and the warmth of her sweetened throat flowed into him. At that moment, he was incapable of thought or action, consumed only by the exquisite experience of savoring her presence. Each breath she took, every gentle movement of her lips, felt like a miraculous gift after weeks of separation.

He drew her near and kissed her, kissing her with such intensity that time seemed to lose its grip. In that fleeting moment, he momentarily forgot the misery of his life without her.

The bliss was limitless, but she broke the kiss, and her leg brushed against his. Opening his eyes, he found her smiling—a small, secretive smile that conveyed so many unspoken sentiments, the kind that no one else could ever say to him.

Was it possible to hold onto her, to make her stay? He kissed her gently on the forehead, the curve of her nose, and the corner of her lips. Under his touch, she seemed to swell, to grow more vibrant.

"Satoru?" she spoke, breaking her silence for the first time.

"Yes?"

She shifted sideways, and he willingly made space for her by his side. She seamlessly filled the emptiness, nuzzling her face into his neck. It felt reminiscent of the old days, the days before she had vanished into oblivion. With closed eyes, he embraced the moment as if in prayer, and his heart sprang back to life.

Her hand let go of his beneath the sheets, only to settle on his waist and gently glide down his thigh. The touch nearly caused him to lose his composure, but then she planted a light kiss on his pure white hair. He gulped hard, suppressing the reminders of reality that threatened to flood his mind.

"I miss you," she uttered in a faint whisper he almost failed to catch.

"I'm here," he reassured, softly caressing her cheek. "Right here, Y/N."

But she shook her head, defying his attempt to draw her closer until she dissipated into thin air.

He blinked, his breath ragged and gasping as it moved in and out of his mouth in quick intervals. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing so loud it resembled the sound of someone who had been running for a long time. And then, the familiar white walls of the room released their hold on him. He made a silent vow to himself that he would love to forget how to wake up one day.

Drenched in sweat, Satoru sighed and leaned against the headboard, taking deep breaths. He needed a moment, so he tightly shut his eyes until her face carved itself in his mind. These dreams were his only opportunity to be with her. Although he willingly let her go, he searched for her in the following days, not to bring her back but to ensure her safety.

Yet, it felt like the ground had opened up and swallowed her whole. She had returned to being the ghost she once was as if she had never existed, as if the echoes of her laughter hadn't filled this room just a few months ago, as if his body didn't still carry her scent. He ran his hand over his eyes and rested it on his neck.

Honestly, he had been considering the idea that Y/N might be a product of his imagination. Perhaps it was because he couldn't fathom how someone with a personality like hers could survive in this harsh world. Moreover, he struggled to comprehend why someone like her would show any interest in a heartless, self-centered person like him.

Yet, through the bond they shared, he could feel her existence. She was tangible, alive, moving forward without him. Yeah, that's the thing. The most challenging aspect wasn't letting her go; it was coming to terms with the fact that she didn't wish to remain, and that realization caused even greater pain.

Satoru berated himself and pushed the covers away, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and burying his head in his hand. He had hours of work ahead of him, yet her face continued to intrude into his thoughts, and he realized that a small part of him didn't want to dismiss the thoughts of her. Some part of him found solace in the torment it brought.

She was destroying him, the strongest.

He covered his mouth with his hand, realizing he was losing his sanity. Shaking his head, he collapsed onto the bed, placed a hand over his forehead, and then dragged it down his face in frustration. If only his stupid brain hadn't betrayed him, he would never have abandoned her at the wedding. Because, since that day, every decision he made seemed to be a regrettable mistake.

He turned his head and looked at the sheets.

He turned his gaze towards the sheets. She slept here, he thought. She had shared his bed, waking up beside him. In this bed, she had smiled, dreamed, moaned, laughed, and cried—all next to him. But now, her warmth was a distant memory. She had been here, and he had allowed her to slip away.

He had lost her.

What could he do now?

She despised him.

She despised him, and the chance of ever seeing her again was uncertain. It was entirely his fault. When he had acted foolishly, he should have anticipated the consequences.

These dreams and memories might be all he had remaining of her.

His hand lingered over the sheets, attempting to conjure her presence beside him, even if only in his imagination, even if only for a fleeting moment within the confines of his mind.

The prospect of a negative outcome filled him with terror. What if he never had the chance to see her again? The thought weighed heavily on his mind, causing him to grip the sheets tightly, and in frustration, he forcefully slammed his fist against the bed.

It's funny how quickly he grew accustomed to her presence in this place. It brought him an odd sense of comfort, knowing they would share the same roof and sleep in the same bed.

Her presence in the school changed everything for him. The months she spent here marked the first time in years that he truly savored living in these dorms since his teenage days. He looked forward to her smiles, tantrums, and even absurd arguments.

Now, Satoru longed for her to be here, to shout at him. He would have congratulated her if she had ever slapped him across the face.

But she never did. She packed her anger and disappointment and left.

Oh, God! He wished he could sink into the ground. The proof of her presence was so vivid and real that it made it unbearable for him to remain in this place. He couldn't seek refuge in missions, as he was obligated to stay in the school for the investigation regarding Y/N's flee.

Higher-ups didn't know he was the one who planned her escape. Even if they knew, that wouldn't change anything in his end. He had no reprieve from the consequences of his actions.

After all, he was consumed by a profound sense of hopelessness.

The clock had ticked past five in the morning, and it felt like he hadn't slept in days. However, he could scarcely bear to shut his eyes. He couldn't bear the solitude with his thoughts or confront the vulnerabilities within himself. He felt broken, held together solely by obligation. He had unsuccessfully attempted to express the jumble of emotions clouding his mind, but to whom? Who would comprehend him? Who would believe that what he was experiencing surpassed a mere binding vow?

Kento Nanami and Shoko Ieiri? Not quite. Their relationship never quite clicked for them. They couldn't comprehend how someone like Satoru, with his diverse preferences in partners, could be an emotional match for anyone, especially someone like Y/N: a girl who ate, slept, and breathed emotion. They always believed that Y/N gave him too much credit and that she tolerated too much of his nonsense.

They were correct in their assessment, but her appearance or the sense of being desired didn't make him fall in love with her. It was the trust they shared and the comforting sensation of finding a home. He had never experienced it before, as he had always felt alone. When he was held in her embrace, he felt warmth for the first time. Y/N was his home.

Indeed, Satoru was engulfed in his misery, isolated and without companionship.

His loneliness was a vicious creature. It sneaked up on him silently, sitting by his side in the darkness, gently caressing his hair as he stared off. It wrapped around his very bones, constricting so tightly that he struggled to catch his breath. It planted falsehoods in his heart, lying beside him at night, draining the light from every corner. Loneliness became a constant companion without her, holding his hand only to pull him down when he tried to rise.

Even when he was prepared to let it go, break free, and start anew, loneliness remained an old acquaintance standing beside him in the mirror, challenging him to try and live without it. He couldn't find the words to resist himself, to battle against the inner voices screaming for her return—wanting her back, wanting her back, wanting her back, and knowing deep down it wasn't possible.

Loneliness was a bitter, wrenching companion.

"Is this what you felt all along, Y/N?" he whispered into the empty room. He tried to convince himself that it was merely a meaningless dream, but he was deceiving himself. The truth was, witnessing her sadness carved into his unconsciousness became too overwhelming, and the thought of her suffering inflicted unbearable agony upon him. Knowing that she had endured all these pains.

He had thrown her into this situation, causing her to be discarded and harmed. Guilt drowned him, immersing him in a world where he unexpectedly delved into feeling her pain so deeply.

It was killing him.

He stood up and began pacing back and forth in his bedroom until he mustered the courage to keep his shits together.

The room carried the fragrance of morning rain, saturated with traces of her presence. The air was dim and infused with an earthy scent. He inhaled deeply and approached the window, pressing his fingers against the chilly glass. His breath began to fog up. He closed his eyes, listening to the gentle patter of rain rushing in the wind. Right now, raindrops served as a reminder that clouds possessed a pulse, as did he.

When he was a child—of course, with no friend— he often pondered the nature of raindrops. He marveled at how they descended, stumbling over their feet, breaking their legs, and forsaking their parachutes as they trembled from the sky toward an uncertain fate. It seemed someone was emptying their pockets over the Earth, indifferent to where the contents would land. They didn't seem to mind that the raindrops would burst upon hitting the ground, or that they would shatter upon reaching the floor, or that people would resent the days when the drops dared to tap on their doors.

Now that he thought, he realized that Y/N was like a raindrop. Despite enduring hit after hit, bruise after bruise, tear after tear, she persevered and moved forward, facing her fears. Yet, when their paths intersected, he emptied himself of her presence and left her to evaporate, utterly alone.

How could he be such a monstrous person?

He pressed his forehead against the glass pane, feeling the familiar embrace of the cold against his skin. He couldn't continue living in constant pain every minute of the day, as it was unsustainable. On the other hand, if the pain ceased, she would be gone, and he couldn't bear that either.

He took a sharp breath to clear his mind, clenching and unclenching his fist, when his attention was drawn to the scar on his palm. It served as a poignant reminder. He was about to trace his fingers along its jagged edges when a knock sounded at the door.

Knock, knock, knock! The door swung open, revealing Satoru with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a sly grin on his face. "Hey, Granny! Got any spare ice for your lovely neighbor?" he asked, leaning casually against the door frame and peering at her through his shades.

"No," Y/N replied curtly, her annoyance evident as she tried to close the door. But Satoru held it firmly, her surprised gaze bouncing between his hand and his oddly pleased expression. What kind of power play was this that the infamous Satoru Gojo had initiated? She kept her distance, ready with a hidden knife up her sleeve, just in case.

"Don't you want to know why I need the ice?" Satoru inquired, his gaze fixed on where her hand and knife were concealed behind the door.

"No," she replied tersely.

"It's for my Scotch!" Satoru exclaimed, throwing his arms up in mock excitement.

"You don't drink," she retorted, her grip on the door tightening, fully aware that this flimsy door wouldn't stand a chance if Satoru had any intentions.

"Awww," Satoru pouted, winking at her over his glasses. "You sure know a lot about me." His grin widened. "But did you know that my six eyes can see your little knife?" He pointed directly at the spot where she had hidden her blade.

She took a deep breath, lips pressed together tightly. "Good night!" she declared, slamming the door in his face with frustration and determination.

Knock, knock, knock! The door creaked open, revealing Satoru. Again. "Hello, my favorite coffin dodger! I'm in desperate need of bobby pins!"

With an exasperated sigh, she leaned her head against the door frame, rolling her eyes. "Do I even want to know why?"

Satoru's smile grew wider as if this was all part of his grand plan. He pointed at the stray hairs falling over his forehead. "Ever since you ripped off my blindfold, these stubborn hairs keep getting stuck in my night cream!" To emphasize the point, he raised an eyebrow and shook his head, demonstrating that his hair was not moving an inch.

Her eyes remained fixed on his forehead, surprise evident in her gaze. "You use facial creams?"

Satoru struggled to contain his laughter. Despite her reputation as a skilled murderer, her emotions were easy to read, which amused him greatly. "You don't?" He covered his mouth with his hand as if sharing scandalous news. "No wonder you look like grandmothers!"

Her eyes quickly snapped back to his face, her furrowed brows and deathly glares revealing her annoyance and anger. It must have been a mistake. How could someone like her, infamous for being a monster, have such a vulnerable side? Was she the same angel of death he had encountered years ago on his deathbed, or had he completely misjudged her all this time? Damn it, ever since she touched him, his instincts couldn't be trusted. There was an enigmatic pull towards her that he couldn't quite pinpoint.

Lost in his thoughts, he heard her sharp retort, "Go to hell, you asshole!" followed by the slamming of the door.

Knock, knock, knock. The door reluctantly opened, revealing a woman irritated by the late hour. "For God's sake, it's 3 in the morning—" Her eyes widened in disbelief at the absurd sight before her. "What the fuck?!"

Satoru had his t-shirt folded up to his stomach, using it like a kangaroo pouch to carry random stuff. What a clown! But despite her best efforts, her eyes couldn't resist sneaking glances at his abs and the fine white hairs under his navel. Is that his happy trail?

Y/N never had time for these kinds of games in her straightforward life. Maybe that's why she always fell into the white fox's trap, or perhaps she was just a bunny who enjoyed being hunted by this hunter who found any excuse to occasionally knock on her door and play with his prey. But no matter what, he always managed to surprise her.

"Hey! Pervert!" he exclaimed, waving his hand. "My face is up here!"

Her eyes slowly and somewhat reluctantly made their way back up, her blush becoming more pronounced with every passing second. And boy, if it were any other time, he would have grinned with victory at this triumph. But for now, he kept a neutral expression. "I need you to hide these sweets!"

She bit her lower lip as he casually took her hands and pulled her in closer, way too close for comfort. He emptied all the chocolates from his t-shirt into her hands, her fingers brushing against his chiseled body for a fleeting moment, sending a warmth surging through her that felt completely foreign. She lowered her head, desperately wishing her hair would cover her face and hide her embarrassment. What the fuck was wrong with her?

But of course, Satoru didn't stop there. He then took her shoulders and guided her back to her room, leaving her completely dazed. "If I knock on your door in an hour asking for sweets, don't open it for me. Got it?"

Was he going to show up again in an hour? This was too much to handle; she knew it. But her brain was short-circuiting, so she simply nodded, still keeping her head down.

"Don't trust me, even if I try to trick you," he warned, gently brushing her hair away from her face and locking his gaze with hers. "Okay, Y/N?"

She gulped, not daring to question her own sanity or the bizarre nature of this encounter. "Okay," she managed to utter.

Satoru grinned in satisfaction, stepped back, and closed the door with a smile, leaving her standing in the middle of the room, utterly confused, with a bunch of chocolates in her hands.

Knock, knock, knock. He anxiously watched as the door swung open, revealing the hallway's darkness. " Do you like Kento?" The words slipped out of his mouth quicker than he intended. Desperate for her answer, he gripped the door frame.

"What?" She stood before him, dressed in red, aware that she was merely a plaything to entertain his boredom, but he was someone she desired more than anything in her life.

"Are you in love with Kento? Just tell me. Yes or no, Y/N?"

The urgency in Satoru's voice and the concern in his eyes made her lift her head and meet his gaze. What kind of game was he playing this time? Regardless, she was too weary to care anymore. "No," she whispered, looking away.

His wishes came true for once, and he got what he had longed for. He promised himself he wouldn't mess it up this time. He vowed to do whatever it took to protect this treasure. He took a step into the room, and Y/N instinctively stepped back, her last attempt to escape the fate that would shadow her life.

Counting down from ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two...and one. Her back met the wall, and Satoru's lips found hers. There was no liberation in this love, so she closed her eyes and surrendered. His kiss deepened, and he promised her everything, everything she desired, as men in love often do. And despite herself, she trusted him, as women in love often do.

Knock, knock, knock. Satoru opened the door to find Y/N standing there, wearing a partially wet top and a sweatshirt that couldn't conceal her sweat. He wondered why she had come to his doorstep in such a rush. Despite the surprise, he didn't mind at all and actually enjoyed the sight of her. Observing her during her preparations, training, stretches, and even afterward became his new favorite meal of his six eyes.

With one hand on her side, she gestured towards the likely location of the training grounds. "I just saw Panda tossing Nobara around! Why aren't you supervising? What kind of sensei are you?"

Satoru casually shifted his gaze from her damp collarbones to her face. His half-opened eyes had a certain quality that his faint smile couldn't conceal. "What kind of sensei do you want me to be?" he asked, his voice husky as if he had just woken up. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, shamelessly letting his eyes wander over her parted lips.

"I don't know!" She shrugged. "How about a responsible one?" she suggested, hoping he would take action and head to the training grounds upon hearing the news. However, he had no intention of doing so.

"Perhaps you could teach me," he proposed, his hand reaching for the hem of her waist, gently toying with the edge of her top. "During a private session," he added, his gaze locked onto hers.

"What the heck?" were the only words that came to her mind as he didn't wait for her response. He swiftly pulled her into the room and closed the door with a smooth kick. Her mind was filled with disbelief as Satoru stepped forward, cornering her. Their chests rose and fell with each deep breath as if they had just run for miles. There was a lingering desire in the air, an unspoken plea for vulnerability. Despite the years she had spent learning to defend herself, in that moment, she realized she wanted to be defenseless in front of him. There was an undeniable trust, a growing soft spot within her, certain that he would never harm her and she would be safe in his arms. He was the missing piece she had been searching for in her life.

She felt his warm delight as he called out her name. The tenderness in his voice returned, a tone he reserved for their private moments. He drew her closer, his hands enveloping her as if afraid she might vanish if he let go.

She softly whispered "Satoru" into the crook of his neck, and she could feel his hand sliding down her waist. He was her home, so she let him surround her.

He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. "You don't know what you do to me," he murmured, his voice gentle, smooth, and unhurried. She had never realized until now just how enticing his voice was.

His hand tenderly held hers as he leaned in, brushing his nose against the nape of her neck, causing her to stifle a moan. No one had ever touched her with such delicacy, treating her like a fragile cherry blossom. His lips lightly grazed her skin, and she couldn't help but whimper.

He smiled. He was the reason for her racing heartbeat. He was responsible for those tears of happiness she tried to hide. He was enough for her, just as he was, without needing any proof or change to keep her by his side. As his hands explored her body, feeling and memorizing every curve, he kissed the top of her shoulder blade, gently tracing over her scars.

She rested her hands on his chest, causing him to open his eyes. Gently, he lifted her chin slightly. "I'll be a good sensei," he whispered. "I'll be good to you," he murmured, stroking her cheek and gently kissing her forehead. "I'll be good to anyone you wish."

She stared into his eyes, which seemed to hold a vast heart like the oceans and skies. Rising on her toes, she kissed him with hunger, desperation, and a longing to explore and savor him. He tasted like cotton candy with a hint of vanilla in his scent. Within moments, Satoru responded with an intense kiss, his hands encircling her neck while she attempted to remove his oversized T-shirt with her fingers.

They moved with a sense of urgency, driven by their desires. Satoru firmly grasped her hips, his hands exploring her body. His arms enveloped her with strength while his lips remained gentle. Her head spun with longing. His lips found their way to her neck, savoring her essence, consuming her completely.

She grabbed the waistband of his pants, not realizing how much it would excite him. In response, he lifted her by the waist, pressing her against the wall. His hands held her firmly, supporting her backside, causing her to wrap her legs around him instinctively.

As she tightly gripped his hair, their lips met again, intensifying the connection. His hands slid under her top, and both of them were breathing heavily. The tension grew as his pants tightened around his arousal while she clung to his T-shirt, driven by desperation.

"I'm telling you, I saw Y/N heading to her room. Why isn't she responding?" Yuji's voice echoed.

"Maybe she's taking a shower. It's a normal thing to do after training, you know," Nobara replied, her tone filled with righteousness.

"Maybe Gojo sensei knows where she is!"

"Can't we just leave everyone in this dorm wing alone?" Megumi suggested, feeling trapped.

Satoru let out a heavy breath, closed his eyes, and loosened his hold, allowing Y/N's feet to touch the floor, yet he didn't release her completely. She gently held his face in her hands and softly kissed the tip of his nose. "They'll go away if we stay quiet," he whispered, brushing his cheek against her damp, sweaty hair.

"They won't, and you know it," she whispered, leaning against his chest. She could feel the rhythm of his heartbeats, as well as the bulge pressed against her belly, causing her to blush and hide her face in his embrace.

"How about tonight, after 10?" she proposed, running her fingers through his hair, futilely attempting to neaten the tousled strands.

He drew back, his eyes widening as he gazed at her. "Tonight, after 10," he whispered, a wide grin spreading. He lightly brushed his thumb against her lower lip, only to be surprised when she kissed his palm and smiled as if this was a usual occurrence between two people who shared physical attraction. But there was something more, wasn't there? The soft pink hue on her cheeks and the way she smiled stirred something within him. What was this feeling that enveloped him whenever she was near?

Rubbing the back of his head, he walked back and cleared his throat, observing Y/N hastily fixing her hair, trying to conceal any signs of mischief like a naughty child.

"It's moments like these that make me question my morals. Can't we all peacefully share Y/N?" he declared, opening the door to his room.

A gentle nudge on Satoru's arm and Y/N appeared before the door. "What do you all need?"

Nobara and Yuji immediately started discussing urgent matters with Y/N, seemingly oblivious to the time constraints. Meanwhile, Megumi noticed how their sensei looked at her with a broad, nostalgic smile he hadn't seen in years. Oh, boy.

Knock, knock, knock. The door opened instantly. Satoru had returned from a mission. "Sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to — "

Before he could finish his sentence, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist. She trembled with cold, her eyes red and wet from another nightmare. Without hesitation, he pulled her close, resting her head against his chest, disregarding the dirt on his uniform.

"It was just a bad dream, Y/N. Only a dream," he reassured her. Yet, her sobs persisted. Holding her hand gently, he pressed a kiss on it. "Look," he urged, encouraging her to open her tightly shut eyes. "There is no blood on your hand." He tenderly stroked her hair and kissed her temple.

She stared at her hand, almost disbelieving that the blood had vanished upon his arrival. Sniffling, she remained silent for a while.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" he asked with concern.

She raised her head from his chest and remained silent.

"What's wrong?" He gently wiped away her tears with his thumb. He was the strongest, yet something about this formidable woman brought out his weaknesses.

"Oh, nothing," she replied, a faint smile appearing on her lips as she lowered her head.

"What's amusing?" He grasped her chin and lifted it. Her eyes were still red, but the sadness seemed to have dissipated. Nevertheless, being with her made him feel complete, and for the first time in a long while, he experienced genuine happiness. Was he falling in love with her?

"It's just..." Her words snapped him back to reality. "...this is the first time someone has asked me that," she paused. "It caught me off guard." Balancing on her tiptoes, she hugged him, humming softly. "Yeah, I think I'll be okay. Thank you for asking," she whispered, closing her eyes.

"Y/N." His arms tightened around her, assuring her he would never let go. He would hold her like this indefinitely if it would mend her broken pieces. Because she was the missing piece he had longed for in his life: she and her pure heart.

Knock, knock, knock . Y/N rapped her knuckles against the wooden door. Knock, knock, knock. Silence greeted her. Trying again, she hit once more. Still no response. Her hand dropped to her side in the dimly lit hallway as Y/N leaned her forehead against the door. She had just arrived from Okinawa and Utahime's wedding, and despite her exhaustion, frustration, and the ache in her heart, she was determined to address the unspoken issue between them. She refused to accept that Satoru could be the person her eyes had seen that day. He couldn't be because what would that leave her to believe?

Knock, knock, knock. No answer.

It appeared that he was nowhere to be found.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. "Where the hell are you, Satoru?" Y/N's voice was raspy, and her arms and the side of her face bore bruises. She shouldn't have been out of bed.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as her fist continued pounding on the door while her other hand clutched her stomach. "We need you, Satoru. Where are you?" She turned and scanned her surroundings. Why had she hoped that Satoru would sense her pain and return? Collapsing onto the cold floor of the hallway, her back sliding against the door, silent tears stained her cheeks.

"Y/N? What brings you here?"

She raised her head from her knees and faced Shoko. She shrugged her shoulders. "I couldn't sleep." An obvious lie.

Shoko glanced at the door and then at her tear-streaked face, concern evident in her eyes. "Why don't you tell me exactly how you managed to defeat all those Gojo jerks?" she suggested, settling down beside her. Nights like these were better endured with a companion so the darkness wouldn't win over the dawn.

"I think he might be sleeping, or he's not in his room," Megumi's whisper came from behind the door.

Ignoring the explanation he had just heard, Yuji knocked on the door again. "He can't leave the school. Once he's cleared from the investigations, they'll assign him as Y/N's executioner again," Yuji commented without bothering to lower his voice. "And if he's sleeping, well, he's a teacher. How about being responsible for once?"

"What if he's also feeling sad? I mean, I know she was a part of your family, but I believe she was his family too," Megumi whispered, the words not concealed behind the door and reaching Satoru's ears.

"What?" Yuji exclaimed. "Are you saying he's miserable? Did someone inform you about something?"

Megumi began mumbling once more. "Didn't you want to witness him in pain? I thought that was the entire purpose of us being here."

Yuji let out a sigh. "That doesn't mean I want to see him messed up. I'm still angry at him, but I must talk to him!"

"You know Y/N didn't leave because of him, right?"

"I know," Yuji replied. He fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "But I haven't forgotten his significant role. If he hadn't broken her heart—"

"He did what he did to protect her. It wasn't healthy for her to be around him, Yuji."

"Fine," Yuji scoffed. "Stop defending your stepfather!"

"Ugh, Yuji. You need to—"

Megumi's sentence was abruptly cut off by the sudden swing of the door, revealing their sensei standing in the doorway with messy hair. The sight of their sensei caught them off guard, but it was Satoru who seemed particularly affected. He instinctively lowered his head, his hand reaching for his sunglasses in an attempt to hide his red-rimmed eyes behind the dark lenses. Although he tried to conceal it, Satoru couldn't shake off the feeling that Yuji had caught a glimpse of the dark circles beneath his eyes. This suspicion was confirmed by the noticeable softening of Yuji's previously furrowed expression as if he understood the silent struggles Satoru was going through.

Satoru abandoned the effort it took to punish himself. Maybe he deserved to have a companion in these hard days. Talking to a real human being might make things a little easier. He practiced using his voice, shaping his lips around the familiar words unfamiliar to his mouth.

Satoru, amidst his inner turmoil, finally reached a point of surrender. The weight of self-punishment became too heavy, and he realized he deserved to have someone by his side, especially during these challenging times. The notion of connecting with another person and engaging in a conversation started to stir within him as a glimmer of relief.

Pretending not to hear Yuji and Megumi's earlier talks, Satoru spoke, "How can I help you, kids?" However, his voice felt strange, unrecognizable even to himself. The usual playfulness and goofiness that accompanied his conversations with students were absent.

Megumi's gaze shifted between the two of them.

"I have a favor to ask of you," Yuji said, deliberately avoiding making direct eye contact with his sensei.

Satoru fully opened the door and stepped aside. "Then come on in," he invited Yuji, his tone welcoming. He then turned to Megumi with a grateful smile. Megumi's defense of him in front of Yuji held great significance. "And what about you, Megumi? Care to join us inside?"

The boy with black hair scratched the back of his neck. "No, thanks. I have to join Maki," he replied. "She's waiting for me at the training grounds," he added, glancing at Yuji one last time and nodding before turning away and walking off.

As Satoru gently closed the door behind him, his gaze fell upon Yuji, who was already seated at the table and waiting quietly. He understood that this discussion would be far from easy, as it required delving into painful truths and facing the consequences of his actions.

Satoru had to face the fact that, in a way, he was responsible for his brothers' deaths, too. It was a bitter pill to swallow, acknowledging his role in their tragic fate. Yet, amidst the confusion and lingering questions, he found himself grappling with the perplexing connection between Y/N and Yuji. The circumstances surrounding their relationship remained shrouded in uncertainty, leaving Satoru with a sense of unease.

Summoning a deep breath, Satoru released a heartfelt sigh. Bracing himself, he approached Yuji, the atmosphere between them charged with unspoken emotions. He pulled out another chair, sat down, and positioned himself before Yuji, prepared to navigate the difficult interaction ahead.

Yuji's gaze remained fixed on the table as he abruptly began speaking. "I need you to locate her and assist her in finding our brother before the higher-ups intervene."

Well, Yuji was straightforward so that Satoru could respond with the same honesty. "I can't," Satoru said, running his hand over his face and pausing it at his mouth.

"What do you mean you can't? You must! You always said you did everything for her well-being, and now you're saying you can't? Is it because of the assignment the higher-ups will give you? You're Satoru Gojo. You can do whatever you please! You never conform to the rules!"

"Yuji," Satoru called out, and finally, Yuji looked at him. The white-haired man's smile was tinged with bitterness. "There are things even I cannot do," he said, glancing at the hair tie on the table. It belonged to Y/N. He reached out and pulled it around his wrist. "Y/N is skilled at hiding. You won't find her unless she chooses to be found."

"Why did you allow her to leave?" Yuji's anger flared.

"Don't ask about things you already know the answer to," Satoru replied, leaning back in his chair. "Staying here would have cost her life. She's better off without me and the Jujutsu Society."

With a trembling voice, Yuji accused, "You destroyed her life." Satoru didn't need to look at the pink-haired boy's face to understand that tears were streaming down it, but he maintained his composure and remained silent, allowing Yuji to express whatever was weighing on his heart. "You weren't there when she needed you. You weren't there when your own family tried to harm her and her child. You weren't there when that powerful curse emerged during the Exchange Event. You only show up now to find an excuse to kill our brothers because that's who you are. I don't even know what I expected from a man who murdered his friend in the name of following orders."

Upon hearing the final sentence, Satoru jerked his head and met Yuji's piercing gaze. Every word Yuji spoke was undeniably true, and that truth cut deep. Satoru couldn't argue against it. The pain he felt was a deserved consequence. Yuji had every right to harbor such intense hatred toward him. After all, what kind of father fails to protect his daughter and her mother? What kind of man disappoints the love of his life and, as a supposed apology, ends the lives of her brothers?

Yet, just because something is true doesn't mean he was prepared to hear it.

He was unaware of the true magnificence of the world, but when Y/N entered his life, she shattered his perception. She revealed the hidden beauty in everything, and now that she was gone, all the beauty in the world seemed to vanish along with her. He had also lost her, which caused him pain, even though he knew he was the primary cause of it all.

The truth broke him.

His voice faltered. His back bowed. His knees weakened. His face crumbled.

He gripped the table's edge tightly to prevent himself from collapsing out of the chair.

"Did you love her?" Yuji asked, breaking the silence. His face was averted as he gazed at the rain through the window.

"I wanted to marry her."

"What?" Yuji turned his head, his eyes widening as he looked at his sensei.

"I have numerous enemies, and I knew they would never let my family be safe. However, while she was building sandcastles with a child in Okinawa, a moment of fear struck me. At that instant, I realized that I wanted it. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I wanted to create a future together. I wanted to grow old with her. I wanted to marry her."

"Did you get her a ring?"

"No."

"What? What do you mean, no?" Yuji paused. "Did you at least do something, like light a candle or make her dinner?"

"No."

"Buy her chocolates? Get down on one knee?"

"No."

"No? You didn't do any of those things? None of them?" His whispers escalated into whispered yells. "You're the absolute worst, you know? The worst. You don't deserve her."

Satoru sighed. "I thought that was already clear."

"Damn." Yuji slammed his hand down. "You two were engaged, and none of us had a clue?"

Satoru's gaze was fixed on the floor, his thumb caressing the hair tie. He appeared composed, but when he whispered, "No," the sadness in his voice cut through Yuji's heart like a knife.

"You never proposed to her, did you?"

Satoru glanced at Yuji's face and shook his head. "No, I never did."

"Good," Yuji replied, tightening his fists. "She didn't need another heartbreak. I know how much she desired a family."

Satoru nodded, unable to find the right words to say. The sound of raindrops tapping against the window filled the room.

After a while, Yuji broke the silence. "You won't kill her when you see her, right?"

"You think I don't love her, right? You think it was easy for me to watch her leave. You think it wasn't painful to see her run away from me? Well, maybe you never truly understood who I am," Satoru retorted. "Because if you did, none of these thoughts would even cross your mind. I understand that labeling me as the devil makes it easier for you to accept her absence, to move forward, to cope. But if you truly knew me, you would understand that since she left, my love for her hasn't wavered, not for a single moment. So, no. Not only will I not kill her, but I will also stand up against anyone who wishes to harm her."

Have you thought about glue?

No one bothers to ask about how the glue is doing, whether it's tired of bonding things, concerned about coming undone, or even wondering how it's managed to survive through the weeks.

Satoru was somewhat similar.

He was like glue. He did his utmost to hold things together and safeguard those he could, yet nobody stopped thinking how he was faring.

Now that Yuji was paying attention, he likely noticed the fatigue in Satoru's eyes, the burden weighing on his forehead, and the tension in his shoulders. Perhaps it was time for Yuji to contemplate what Satoru was experiencing, what he wasn't revealing. Because, just maybe, throughout all these days, nobody had asked about how he was holding up. Because nobody ever anticipated the strongest person to be anything but fine.

Yuji gently pulled on Satoru's shoulder. "Megumi was right. You're not okay, are you?" Yuji whispered.

Satoru's eyes softened instantly, displaying weariness and faint amusement. It took him a moment to realize he hadn't answered the question. Only when he looked away did he eventually nod and say, "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

"It's okay, Yuji. I'm not feeling sad. I should have expected this from the start. It seems that anything I don't want to lose always ends up slipping away. That's just how things have always been for me. The moment I obtain something worth wanting, it becomes lost."

Yuji started playing with his fingers. "I'm still angry, but I understand you made her happy like no one else ever did. So, I want to believe that you'll find a way to be together in the end. I know a bit about her binding vow to you, but deep down, I don't think it all happened solely because of that. Hence, get a ring and be prepared for the next time you see her," Yuji said, offering a smile for the first time in months.

Satoru's eyes briefly showed surprise before he averted his gaze, running a hand along his neck to soothe the tense muscle. After a moment, he shifted his focus to the window. "The weather sucks," he remarked.

Yuji understood it as a code for "Thank you."

"Yeah," Yuji replied. "Does it always rain on your birthdays, Sensei?"

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temozarela · 3 months

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-> schoolgirl

GETO SUGURU CHARACTER STUDY murder, angst, established relationship, implied geto suguru/ gojo satoru, use of oc, spiralling thoughts, heavy gore

geto started killing long before he was found out

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

ao3 version

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It has been ten years since the massacre of 112 innocent people, of which was instantaneous with Suguru’s deflection. It has been six hours since he returned, hair outgrown and body drowning in robes fit for a monk. Satoru is sitting on the windowsill of an empty classroom, legs stretched out in front of him. His blindfolded eyes are focused on the sun setting behind the mountains, the crystalline sky blushing more with each inch the sun lowers. After a few troubled moments, a gloomy purple haze begins to taint the horizon, spreading upwards like ink in water. His fingers tap against the wooden beams anxiously as darkness rolls in. Somewhere, Suguru is watching the exact same sunset. Somewhere. It never bothered him before, but now he can’t stop thinking about it. Satoru hadn’t spoken to him for years and now it won’t leave his mind. That face he had almost forgotten, now fresh in his mind, each detail as sharp as a needle. Somewhere, somewhere, he hopes that at least Suguru will spare him a thought.

The massacre had come as an icy shock to Satoru, causing his childhood to shatter into a million pieces, breaking it beyond repair. Things had been different after that. The corridors were emptier, lessons were quieter. Silent, in fact. They were out of sync with each other. Once, everything had played out in a perfected routine, but it wasn’t the same anymore.

Nowadays, the same question comes to his mind again and again.

If things had been different, would Suguru do it all again?

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The streets of Shinjuku bustled with the humble beginnings of nightlife. Suguru wandered down the paths aimlessly, shivering as the autumn frost started to sink through his pores and into his bones. In his distracted state, he’d forgotten to wear a jacket, instead he was wearing a white t-shirt and baggy black trousers. It was better than nothing. The breeze felt like a slap on the face as it carded through his hair like gentle talons. Despite the weather, Shinjuku was never really cold, the constant flow of people as well as the radiating heat of shops made it bearable. It was still uncomfortable though, so he ambled into a café. It was quiet compared to the outside, there were only a handful of people there, idly sipping coffee and reading. Soft jazz played through the speakers, filling what would’ve otherwise been an awkward silence. A few people turned to look at him as he hovered in the doorway. Their gazes lingered for a while before they returned to their drinks. Suguru wasn’t dumb, he knew what he looked like. His hair was a mess from the wind and general lack of care. He knew it needed oiling and he knew he had split ends. He also knew that his roots were greasy, and it was causing the hair that framed his face to lay flat and curl pitifully. The t-shirt he wore drowned him since he had lost weight. It showed on his face too through his sunken cheeks. His under-eyelids had become purple from countless sleepless nights spent on the streets of Tokyo. Suguru reached into his pocket for his pocketknife, relishing in the small comfort it brought him. Logically speaking, he could cause far more damage alone than anyone else with a pocketknife could, but for that reason it supplied him some sort of solace. It felt more animalistic to wield a knife, more human . Recently, he avoided his cursed technique when he could due to the creeping fear that to others, it was all he was worth. From across the room he spotted a girl, presumably around his age. She was tucked into the corner of the room, a glass of what he assumed was iced tea in front of her as she slowly flicked through a book, a bag resting against her thigh. With nothing better to do, Suguru ordered himself chamomile tea before approaching her.

Incredulously, she looked up at him as he sat next to her. “Yo.” Suguru drawled, setting his cup down in front of him. The girl frowned.

“Hey.” She muttered, glancing down at her book before her dark eyes returned to him.

“Don’t let me stop you from reading.” He added smoothly, taking a sip of his tea.

She nodded, adjusting herself as she propped the book up in her lap.

“What are you reading?” Suguru asked wittingly.

She looked up at him, dubiously. “ Schoolgirl .” The girl replied.

“ Osamu Dazai .” Suguru murmured, sagely. “‘You enjoy his works?” He pushed.

The girl looked thoughtful. “As much as I enjoy picking dirt from my fingernails.”

“It’s complicated?”

She hummed affirmingly.

“You?”

Suguru looked at her with scrutiny. “He complains about the wrong stuff.” He muttered after a heartbeat.

Silence settled over them again as she returned to her book. Swirling the steaming cup in his hands gently, Suguru observed her. His eyes settled on her wild, raven curls and her pale olive skin. The girl’s lips were bitten, and she had acne on her forehead which was poorly hidden behind her thick fringe. She wasn’t anything unusual. What was unusual, however, was the sickening pit of dread and disgust in Suguru’s gut.

“You haven’t touched your drink since I arrived.”

The girl looked up at him again, her stare bordering on irritable.

“Is that why you didn’t order a hot drink?”

She pulled an expression of dumbfounded weariness. “Excuse me?”

He smiled at her, sickeningly sweet. “You forget to drink quickly, so when you order hot drinks, they end up going cold.” He said, his voice measured.

“I don’t like hot drinks.” She replied, tediously.

“You like tea.” Suguru lightly offered, gesturing towards the glass in front of her.

The girl shrugged, “I only like it cold.”

“Is that so?” Suguru hummed, sitting back.

Moments ticked by as the girl read, Suguru drinking next to her, slowly savouring the bitterness of the tea. It must’ve been half an hour before he turned to her once more.

“Want to get some fresh air?” He asked, mustering a gentle smile.

“I’d hardly call the city air fresh.” The girl looked at him carefully, “Plus, I don’t know you.” She added.

“Please forgive me, I’m Geto Suguru.” He introduced himself pleasantly. Hesitantly, she looked around herself before swallowing, agreeing with a subtle nod of her head.

“Ok.”

They stood, the girl abandoning her full glass and picking up her shoulder bag as she followed Suguru out of the door. Once they were outside, he turned to her. “What’s your name?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I told you mine.” He prodded.

She clutched her book to her chest. “Amano Yuuka.”

“Heaven.”

“Huh?” Yuuka shot him a strange look. Suguru smiled politely.

“Yuuka. ” He repeated patiently, “You use the kanji for heaven, don’t you?”

Yuuka nodded, slowly. “How did you know?” She asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Suguru looked thoughtful. “I could tell.”

“Oh… Ok.” She frowned. “What kanji do you use?”

“Guess.”

Yuuka paused, looking perplexed. “Vitality?” She guessed, watching Suguru expectantly.

His smile thinned. “Wrong.”

“Huh? What is it then?” she implored, looking a little downtrodden.

“Excellence.” Suguru said, eyes narrowed.

Yuuka frowned, posture stiffening marginally. “Oh.”

“Can I show you something, Amano?” Suguru asked. Yuuka cocked her head, eyebrows furrowed.

“What is it?” She pouted, brushing a few stray curls from her face.

“A little place.” He mused, “Just beyond the high streets.”

Visibly, a shiver ran down Yuuka’s spine as she glanced in the direction Suguru was referring to, the cold obviously hitting her. “What’s there?” She insisted.

Suguru hummed, his hand resting against his chin as if deep in thought. “There’s a pretty view of Mount Fuji. A lot of stray cats live around there too.”

“Oh.” Yuuka mumbled, her eyes widening with wholesome curiosity. “Cats...”

“You like cats.” Suguru commented, his eyes glistening with intensity as he looked at her.

She nodded, smiling softly, “I do.”

He gestured for Yuuka to follow him as he turned away, pushing through the crowds on the high street. As soon as his face was out of her view, his smile dropped almost instantly. Suguru shoved his hands in his pockets, subtly feeling for the cold metal of his pocketknife. He didn’t check to see if Yuuka was actually following him, he had a hunch she would be though. Truthfully, the spot that had instantly come to mind was where he and Satoru used to go in the summer. Suguru had a feeling that it would hurt somewhat to see the trees withered and bare this time round. It was a clearing at the very edge of the city, usually covered in long, green grass and small, milky daisies that swayed in the soft breeze. Suguru didn’t lie about the cats. He and Satoru bumped into a small group of them on their last visit before Satoru had scared them away with… well, being him. They had stayed there for hours the previous summer, watching the sunset hand-in-hand, strawberry popsicles melting in their grasp. It was undeniably a precious place to Suguru. He didn’t know why he was taking Yuuka there.

When it got quieter, he cast a glance behind him.

“Tell me about yourself, Amano.” He raised his voice to ask Yuuka, who was still tailing him. He heard an alert ‘huh?’ from behind him as Yuuka realised he was addressing her.

“I like music.” She replied.

Suguru rolled his eyes. How generic.

“What music?”

“Uhhhhh…” Yuuka mumbled something under her breath, “I like David Bowie and Fleetwood Mac .” She told him. Could be worse.

“Western music.” Suguru stated.

Yuuka hummed, “Yep. What about you?”

Suguru thinned his lips.

“I don’t really listen to music anymore.”

“Oh.” Yuuka’s tone indicated that she must have cocked her head, “What did you used to listen to?”

Suguru’s hands clenched in his pockets, his shoulders tensed. “If we’re speaking Western artists… Joy Division .”

“Oh!” Yuuka brightened up, evident from her voice which had become too loud, “I like them!”

Discomfort and a deep sickness swirled in Suguru’s stomach. No you don’t, not like I did.

In that moment, the voice at the back of his head was loud and clear.

I don’t want to be associated with you.

Soon, the streets almost completely cleared and the light footsteps behind him sped up as Yuuka joined him. The familiar dread and disgust weighed down heavier inside of him. “Are we close?” She asked, still clutching her book to her chest.

Suguru nodded, “Not too far now.”

His answer seemed to satisfy her as she walked beside him quietly, matching his pace despite being barely less than a foot shorter than him. After a while, the shops thinned out. Suguru didn’t lie about the cats, but he did lie about Mount Fuji, and he wasn’t entirely sure why. Sure, it was visible from some areas of Shinjuku, but mostly high-rise buildings and skyscrapers. From his spot, the city skyline littered the view, but the sunset disappearing behind the buildings wasn’t any less beautiful.

Soon, their surroundings became greener and it wasn’t long until he located his spot. It was odd, seeing it at this time of year. It added to the perpetual voice at the back of his brain which told him ‘ something’s wrong’ . Yuuka jogged up to him, carelessly throwing her bag down before spinning around to look back at the city.

“Oh.” She gasped, shivering slightly. “It’s so pretty.”

Suguru nodded, “It’s a shame Mount Fuji isn’t visible at this time of night, I didn’t realise.” He muttered, lying through his teeth.

“That’s ok.” Yuuka grinned, “Thank you for showing me this place, Geto.”

“No problem.” He drawled, watching her warily. “You should see it in the summer.” Why did I say that?

She visibly perked up, “Is it much better in the summer?”

“Yes.” He replied through gritted teeth, “It’s prettier than you could imagine.”

For a while, they stood in silence, watching the twinkling lights of the city. Restlessly, Suguru ran his finger up and down his pocketknife, feeling each ridge and screw. It was only a 3 inch blade, nothing extravagant, but with the average human only having a flesh thickness of around 0.28 inches, he knew it was far from useless. Had it been a year ago, he probably would’ve thought Yuuka was rather attractive. As in this light, he began to notice the hollowness of her eyes, revealing a similar lingering fatigue that Suguru had felt for a while. It was a sinister beauty. In a way which made Suguru’s gut twist unpleasantly, she reminded him somewhat of himself. Currently, she was staring at the view, feet rooted to the ground, and that book still pressed to her chest. If he hadn’t said anything, the moment probably would’ve lasted for hours. Suguru couldn’t shake the disgust he felt, it was all too familiar. It had happened before though. Again and again. The same stench of artificial perfumes and chemical products. Every time it ended the same. How many times? Three ? Four ? Suguru’s hands clenched in his pockets, it felt like the most unpleasant and gruelling deja vu he’d ever experienced. He started when he realised Yuuka had moved from her previous spot, now pacing around the clearing, a pensive frown on her face.

“What is it?” He asked, sharply.

Yuuka looked up from where she had been peering into a bush, knelt. “I’m looking for the cats.”

Suguru scorned her, silently. “It’s late, they’re probably not here.” He sighed.

She hummed in acknowledgment, sounding a little disappointed. “Oh, worth a look I guess.”

It really wasn’t. His mouth twitched. “Sure.”

“What school do you go to?” Yuuka asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Suguru raised an eyebrow as she watched him, expectantly.

“A Buddhist private school in the mountains.”

“Oh.” Yuuka cocked her head, “I didn’t even know there was one in Tokyo.”

He hummed. “Now you do.”

“I guess so.” She nodded absentmindedly.

Suguru’s eyes narrowed, critically. “What are your parents like?” Yuuka stilled.

“They’re ok.” She mumbled.

“Ok?” He sneered.

“Mhm.”

“You should be more grateful, they raised you after all.” Suguru said coolly, malice lacing his tone.

Yuuka shuffled, looking uncomfortable.

“I guess you’re right.”

“I am.” He replied, bluntly.

She nodded again, staring at the ground.

“You should keep eye contact when you talk to someone, it’s disrespectful if you don’t.” He chided. Yuuka stood, visibly bewildered. She stepped back slowly, her back to the glowing horizon. “What’s your problem?” Her voice harshened.

Suguru’s lip curled, “Nothing.”

“Nothing.” Yuuka parroted, skeptically.

“I’m just tired,” he shrugged, “that’s all.”

Yuuka looked unsure, her book creasing as her grasp on it tightened, “Oh.”

With Yuuka’s useless awkwardness, Suguru became increasingly impatient. He looked around himself, observing the startling emptiness of the area. There was nothing unexpected. The trees rocked and groaned in the wind, the last leaves- the colour of dried blood- fluttered to the ground, and the grass looked anaemic- lacking the richness it always had when Satoru was there. His hands had become clad with cold sweat as the outline of the pocketknife imprinted onto his palm, his fingers blotchy and white where he was exerting the most pressure on the handle. The fake smile he’d been baring was long lost, replaced with a conflicted grimace before a sneer took its place. He couldn’t help it. They’re disgusting. They all are.

The breeze picked up, whipping his skin with a prominent iciness. “I think I’ll head off…” The girl, Yuuka’s nervous voice interrupted his musings.

He tried to smile, but he was under the impression that it was more threatening than comforting, “Are you, now?”

Yuuka nodded, turning around, “Thank you for showing me this, Geto.”

“You’re welcome, Amano.” Her name felt like venom on his tongue as he spat it, his weak façade crumbling.

In a flash, he removed his hands from his pockets, the pocketknife in his grasp. The moonlight reflected off the blade as he snapped it open, the metal dotted with coppery splatters from previous use. Yuuka seemed to hesitate as she looked across the clearing.

She’s probably lost. A lone girl will never make it through Shinjuku without interference. She probably won’t let me walk her home, anyway.

Yuuka turned back to look at Suguru helplessly.

A rapid heartbeat was all it took for her eyes to flicker down to the blade in Suguru’s hand, and back to his poisonous glare. She stumbled backwards. It was unclear who moved first. In her terror, Yuuka dropped her book before running. Stupid, stupid. A split second later, Suguru was on her heels. Stupid fucking monkey. One slash- to her shoulder. Yuuka cried out, her hand instantly moving to grasp at her wound. Blood gushed through the cracks between her fingers, running through the crevices of her cuticles and knuckles like a waterfall. It looks black in the moonlight. Impatiently, Suguru slapped her hand from her shoulder, replacing it with his own, cruel grip. Ignoring her sobs, he forced her around. She trembled, tearfully staring up at him with trepidation, eyes puffy and red. Suguru’s lip twitched as he studied the dripping blade. “Please.” Yuuka whispered.

Suguru’s attention returned to her as he studied her pitiful expression. “What are you begging for, Amano?” He asked, voice inappropriately soft.

She swallowed, tears tumbling down her flushed cheeks, “…My life.”

“Why do you want to live, Amano?”

“I…” Yuuka sobbed, “I don’t-”

“Right! You don’t know.” Suguru laughed, humourlessly. She squirmed in his hold, choking on her cries of pain.

“Answer me this, Amano.” Suguru continued, “Should someone be allowed to live if their presence is ruining the lives of others?”

Yuuka shook her head, “I- I don’t know!”

“Answer it.” He snapped, raising the blade. “Should someone be allowed to live if their presence is ruining the lives of others?” He repeated, agonisingly.

“No- no?”

“No?” Suguru mimicked, “They shouldn’t?”

A sobbing mess, Yuuka could only shiver weakly as he taunted her.

“What about you?” Suguru pushed.

“M- me?”

“Your negativity, the burden you cause others… Who do you think has been cleaning up the mess you’ve been making.” Suguru raised an eyebrow, “Hm? You don’t know?” Yuuka shook her head, her bottom lip trembling. “Of course you don’t, you’re ungrateful.”

“Ok, I am! Just let me go!” She wailed, struggling against his hold. However, he ignored her, instead digging his fingers deeper into her wound, earning a shrill scream.

“I’ll give it to you, Amano.” Suguru droned on, glaring into her terrified eyes. “You’re not the only one. In fact, it’s all of you. Filthy, filthy, monkeys. You should worship me, you know? Do you realise how much we do for you? No, you don’t, that’s the issue. And despite that, you still treat us like shit. So fucking ungrateful.”

“I- I d- don’t know what you’re talking about!” She sobbed, fingernails weakly scratching Suguru’s arm, leaving fresh, pink lines on his tanned skin.

“Of course you don’t, you take everything for granted, Amano.” Suguru jeered, his grip tightening. “Oh, but Amano… this wouldn’t be happening if you didn’t. If you behaved like a useful monkey would, you wouldn’t be here.” The pocketknife in Suguru’s hand plunged into Yuuka’s stomach. Her howls echoed throughout the clearing as she doubled over, arms wrapped around her midsection. Relentlessly, he kicked her down, leaving her gasping through choked tears on her back. He could see it then, clearly. Blood erupted and bubbled as the fluid seeped into her clothing, each white fibre plunged into hot, sticky gore, turning it deep crimson. She yelped hoarsely as he kneeled, his muscular thighs bracketing her hips as he gripped the knife with both hands and forced it into her chest. Expertly, he dragged it downwards, watching Yuuka descend further into pain-consumed hysteria with each new inch torn into her organs. Suguru hissed as a particularly strong spurt of blood splattered onto his face as the knife hit what he assumed was her large intestine. The silence was almost deafening as Yuuka passed out, the drenched knife still sticking out from her lower stomach. Only the ambience of cicadas sounded out, alongside the rustling of the trees waving in the wind.

If Suguru listened carefully, he was still able to hear her agonised cries bawling ringing out. Yuuka’s blood and guts had stained the precious grass of his holy land. He couldn’t forgive her for that. Carelessly, he pulled the pocketknife from her flesh, and finished her off with a direct stab to her heart. Warily, he stood and shuffled back, glaring at the puddle of guts which imminently spread towards his shoes. Delicately, he wiped the knife on his dirtied t-shirt. He never bothered to dispose of the bodies. They could have his DNA for all he cared, he could kill them all in a heartbeat anyway. However, he usually took care to decapitate them. He wasn’t entirely sure why. Suguru crouched by Yuuka’s head, bringing the knife to her neck before sawing through her flesh and tendons. The bone was always the trickiest part, and his pocketknife was usually a poor match. Instead he pressed a hand to Yuuka’s drenched collar bone, and another to her chin, and with a nauseating crack , snapped her neck with a twisting and pulling motion. Once the job was done, he tucked the pocketknife back in his trousers before peeling his shirt off. Suguru knew it wasn't normal to walk around nighttime Shinjuku shirtless in early September-time, albeit it was more acceptable than walking around covered in the guts of a girl he only knew for around 2 hours- so he decided to embrace the former option. He’d rather avoid causing more fuss. Suguru was somewhat grateful that Yuuka had at least left him a bag, which he could use to discreetly carry her head. He grasped her hair, matted with blood, lifting it to eye-level. Her eyes were hazy and half-lidded, splatters of darkened blood dripping from where it had struck against her eyeballs. Her mouth was lax, peeling lips parted in a silent scream. Mud and blood caked the side of her face. Suguru grimaced, tucking it carefully into Yuuka’s leather shoulderbag.

The shirt ended up in a random litter bin after Suguru had used it as a wash rag. The walk home was haunting. His skin crawled and he told himself it was because of the overcrowded streets of Shinjuku. He’d meet up with Satoru later, maybe he’d mention that he visited their little stop too. He released a hefty sigh when he reached the mountains. The trek always filled Suguru with indescribable relief, the air always felt so much fresher, the ground untouched by monkeys , and impossibly closer to Satoru. When he arrived back at the school, his first order of business was dealing with Yuuka. Or at least, what he had of Yuuka.

Notably, the air was icier than before.

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Flames licked at the piles of wood, puffs of grey smoke drifting into the air. Suguru was sitting a safe distance away, dressed in a fresh hoodie.

“Yo! Suguuuurruuuuu!” Two large hands squeezed Suguru’s shoulders. “Guess who.”

Suguru laughed, “I couldn’t possibly.” He smiled, looking up to see Satoru’s grinning face surrounded by a halo of white hair.

“Where were you?” Satoru whined, sitting down next to him, “I couldn’t find you anywhere! I tried to phone you too but you left your phone behind.”

“I must have forgotten it…” Suguru shrugged, feigning surprise.

“Hang on…”

“Hm?” Satoru blinked at him, obliviously.

Suguru narrowed his eyes as the dots connected, “What were you doing in my room?”

Satoru grinned weakly, “Nothin’!”

For a moment, Suguru studied him carefully before shrugging, sighing fondly, “Honestly…”

They watched the fire for a while, leaning into each other’s sides. The fire was impressive, tall and blaring. Satoru cocked his head, looking pensive.

“What is it, Satoru?” Suguru nudged him, gently.

“I think…” Satoru muttered, “…there’s something in the fire.”

Suguru’s lip twitched, “Oh?”

“Yeah, look!” Satoru pointed at a spherical silhouette engulfed in the flames. “I wonder if an animal had been hiding in the wood…” He frowned.

Suguru stared at him for a moment.

“It’s the fire starter.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Yeah, I put it in there to help the flames out.” He said, shortly.

“Oh.”

Suguru hummed, his leg bouncing.

“It smells.” Satoru grimaced, “Almost like…”

“We should go inside.” Suguru interrupted.

“Huh?” Satoru wrinkled his nose. “Why?”

“It’s getting late.” Came his matter-of-fact reply, a bluff of course.

Nodding, Satoru frowned, “I guess so.”

They both stood, and Suguru spared the fire a final glance. As they wandered indoors, Suguru turned to Satoru.

“If a stranger introduced themselves to you as Yuuka, what kanji would you assume they used?”

Satoru stopped to look at him. Suguru raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve been asking a lot of these questions recently.” Satoru said, inquisitively. Suguru shrugged.

“Just answer the question.”

After a moment, Satoru clicked his fingers as if a genius idea had come to him, “Fragrance and beauty!”

“Really?”

“Mhm! What about you?”

“Probably heaven.” Suguru glanced at Satoru.

“Heaven, hm?” Satoru pondered.

“Yeah, ‘just seems right.”

Silence settled over them briefly as Satoru appeared deep in thought. Then, he turned to Suguru.

“You’re so decisive, Suguru.” he grinned.

Suguru laughed, charmingly, “I am?”

“Yeah! It’s why I love you.” Satoru chirped.

“That’s why?” Suguru teased.

“Ha!” Satoru chuckled, “Beggars can’t be choosers, Suguru.”

He scoffed, “Beggar?”

“Mhm, beggar.”

Their banter bounced back and forth easily as they walked, hips bumping. When they reached Satoru’s room, the television was on, but Suguru hardly paid attention to the news anchor rambling about car crashes and politics. See, Satoru and Suguru had a routine, and it felt like muscle memory to him as he climbed onto the right of Satoru’s bed, kicking his legs out in front of him. Satoru joined him on the left, resting his head on Suguru’s shoulder. The news anchor continued talking, her monotonous voice jarring him.

“ …Two dead bodies were found in Shinjuku, both beheaded. This is believed to be the work of one person…”

Only two?

Satoru yawned, curling up into Suguru’s side. “Would you kill for me, Suguru?” He mumbled, poking his arm.

Suguru made a disapproving sound at the back of his throat as he swatted Satoru’s arm away, “I shouldn’t be murdering anyone, Satoru.”

I already did.

He could tell that Satoru was rolling his eyes.

“Boring .”

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Suguru stares at the sunset from his balcony. The meeting with Satoru was messy. If he hates me this much because of the village, imagine what he’d think about the others before. A shiver prickled down his spine. They did end up finding the other bodies, but they never connected it to him. Satoru never did either. Suguru had been tempted to tell him, but he couldn’t find a reason to. Life now is pleasant. It’s all Suguru has ever wanted for himself. He has daughters who love him, crowds of monkeys who worship him for the work he does, a family who notice him, and employers who respect his personal boundaries. The girls don’t know about the murders either, and Suguru is reluctant to tell them.

Often recently, he’s taken back to one girl, 11 years ago. She must have been a similar age to the age Mimiko and Nanako are now. Thinking about it, she looked similar to Mimiko. Round, deep eyes and dark, dark hair. It threw him off when the girls had found his copy of Schoolgirl. Initially, he had wanted to take it off them and burn it, but something had stopped him. A self control that he’s never had before. Suguru has never forgotten the faces of those he killed, but he’s never felt bad about it either.

If Amano stood in front of me in any timeline, I’d probably do it again.

That’s what he tells himself.

#satosugu #jjk geto #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #geto suguru #angst #philosophy #horror #thriller #own character #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #cw: gore

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romantichomicide95 · 5 months

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no nut november

pairing: satoru gojo x reader

notes: bringing this back for no nut november. technically a repost except i changed some of it and tweaked it to my liking.

warnings: nsfw. masturbation. oral. p in v. multiple positions. a lot of reader teasing gojo. slight dom!gojo. cumming in mouth. etc etc.

“Baby, please go sit over there.” Gojo begs. You were both sitting on the couch in his apartment, having your weekly date night/movie night. You were sitting shoulder to shoulder until your boyfriend practically whines at you to move.

“You’re distracting me baby.” He whines. “You look way to sexy tonight. You’re killing me. Why are dressed so fucking hot on movie night anyway. It’s torture.”

See your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, the cocky, overconfident(maybe earned confidence) man he was thought he would try the No Nut November challenge. Something he probably saw scrolling online, something so many men try to accomplish. You thought it was quite silly, sex was good…it was healthy, but he insisted he could do it. “I can do anything. I’m Satoru Gojo. I’m the best at everything. Anything I put my mind to I can do perfectly.” Okay, maybe he didn’t quite say it like that…but that’s certainly how it sounded at the time.

Unfortunately for you though, that meant no sex. No nothing really, he said he couldn’t touch you sexually or he’d give in. He’d kiss you, but that was it. No fingering, no eating you out. Just kissing. Which meant all you’ve done the past 2 weeks is makeout. You were aching. Full on body aching with the way you missed his cock….and you knew he was too. So tonight you decided to put on your shortest skirt, your cute little lacy panties, no bra and a shirt that was just a little bit low and just a little bit too sheer. Nipples visible through the fabric, just enough to drive him crazy.

“Toru seriously? I’m not doing anything.” You say innocently…Course, that was a lie. You knew what you were doing, you were not innocent in your seduction at all. But, you wanted him, you were aching to feel the way his cock slammed into your pussy, the way his tongue flicked against your clit, the way he grabbed your ass as you rock your hips back and forth whenever you sat on his cock. Sex with Gojo was almost addictive, and you’d been without for too long.

So here you were, doing the opposite of nothing. Doing your very best at trying to turn him on. Sure you were only sitting shoulder to shoulder, but the way you were slyly reaching over him to grab popcorn making sure he got a good view of your tits; or the way you were holding his hand and carefully placed it right at the sweet spot between your thigh and your cunt. He was right, you were distracting him. And it was purposeful.

He pauses the movie and fully turns to you. His blue eyes piercing through you, sometimes you thought his six eyes could read your thoughts by the way they bore into you. “Not doing anything my ass. Please baby, you’re tempting me. I’m trying to do a challenge remember?” He gives you his best attempt at a puppy dog face.

“Yes Satoru. I remember.” you say rolling your eyes, your hand makes it’s way to his thigh, hovering right over the fabric of his sweatpants, inching closer and closer to where his cock rests. “I’m not doing anything, we’re just watching a movie.” you say innocently blinking your eyelashes at him as your hand finally rests directing on his cock through the fabric.

“First of all it’s Toru or baby. Second of all what exactly do you call this then?” he says both hands motioning to where your hand lay still.

“Okay TORU, and I’m literally just sitting here baby. Whatever do you mean?” You still play innocent as you start to rub his cock over the fabric of his pants.

“Baby, come on. You’re being such a fucking tease. Go sit over there you’re killing me here.” He whines, though he hasn’t moved an inch. He’s much taller than you, much stronger yet he hasn’t removed your hand from his growing erection. Instead, he’s subconsciously opened his legs just that little bit that gives you more access.

“Oh, I’m sorry baby. You want me to sit somewhere else?.” You climb over him, lifting your skirt and placing yourself on his lap, face to face, one leg on either side. You start to pepper his neck with kisses, blowing softly into his ear.

He sucks in a breathe. “Ahh…babe.” Is all he can muster out. He throws his head back, all the pent up energy inside him wants to come out, it’s begging. Your lips make their way to his, and he kisses you hungrily, chasing your pretty plump lips when you break away.

“We can still kiss Toru… that’s what you said.” You say as you start grinding your hips onto his lap, feeling his his hardened length between your legs. The heat coming from you is almost too much to bare. The way his hard cock feels against your panties causes a light moan to escape your lips. Your pussy aches to feel him, any part of him really, you needed to be touched.

“This isn’t just kissing... God you’re such a fucking tease baby.” He’s grinding himself up into you at this point, his big hands grasping firmly at your hips, nails practically digging into your skin. You lift your shirt over your head and watch as his focus falls to your tits, wanting to taste them. Touch them.

You slow the rhythm of your grinding even further. Making his cock twitch. “Yeah baby, want me to stop? M’ so wet for you Toru, want you so bad.” you whisper seductively in his ear. You sit up slightly to pull his sweatpants down just enough to pull his which he doesn’t make any movements stop, before taking your place back on his lap. “I need you Toru.” You inch back so he has a full view of your body, his hands still firmly grasping your hips. Cock rock solid. He’s taking you in, your perfect body. He’s drunk off your words. His cock is throbbing at every whisper in his ear, watching the sight of you sitting so pretty on his lap, begging for him. You slide two of your fingers into your panties, letting out a small moan as you rub your aching clit. “Baby you really gunna make me fuck myself?”You moan, voice shaky with need. You don’t take your eyes off him as he watches you rub your clit.

He bites his lip, eyes focused directly between your legs. He’s had enough of your games. “Fuck... Is this what you want?” He asks as he rips your underwear off you, groaning low in his throat as he takes in the sight of your wet, swollen folds. Without another breathe, he pushes his hips up, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick, teasing you with the feeling. He kisses your lips, breaking free to whisper in your ear “God you drive me crazy,such a little slut for me, tell me how bad you want me again.”

“Toru need it, I n-need you inside me.”

“Yeah? This pretty pussy wants me huh pretty girl.” he says as he pumps his hips up, driving his cock inside you. He plunges into the plush wetness of your perfect little hole, filling you up deeper with each stroke. His eyes narrows as he watches the way your tits bounce as you ride his fat cock.

“Y-yes Toru. Mmm’ missed your cock.” you moan into his ear. Bouncing up and down in his lap. His cock fills you up nicely, the way he thrusts his hips up in rhythm with yours. “God Toru f-feel s’ good, don’t s-stop.” You moan, throwing your head back in ecstasy as his mouth makes its way to your tits. His tongue circles around the hardened nipple, before taking it between his lips. His hands are so firm on your ass you’re sure his fingers will leave marks from the way they dig into the plump flesh.

He flips you over, so effortlessly until he’s right above you, you pull his shirt over his head running one hand down his chest as he lifts your legs up over his shoulder. He drills his cock into your wet hole, deep enough to hit your cervix, causing whimpers out of your mouth. Your nails dig into his back as he pumps faster and faster. One hand reaches in between you to massage your clit.

He shoves his fingers in your mouth, gagging you. “You like the way you taste sweetheart?” he says before grabbing your neck, slightly squeezing as he pounds into you.

You feel small tears brimming at your eyelashes, whimpers still escaping your lips. He’s fucking you so hard, it feels intoxicating. You’re drunk off the way he feels against your walls.

“You wanted this so bad, fucked my challenge all up. Now your taking me so well, god your so tight. Fuck.” His lips make there way down your body, leaving a trail of bite marks and sloppy kisses.

“I’m gun-gunna c-cum Toru.” you moan as you reach climax, loadly moaning as you cover his cock in your slick juices. He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head, back arching, head thrown back. “Fuck, such a good girl cummins’ on my cock.” He says before pulling out of you. “Open.” He commands and as you do so he lowers himself down to fill your mouth up with his cock. “Do you like the way you taste princess?” he asks as he begins to fuck your face, your tongue running circles around his cock. Gagging slightly. One hand jacking what you can’t fit in your mouth.

“Come on baby, you wanted this. Answer me.” He says as his thumb comes down to wipe a stray tear from your cheek.

“Mhhmmm” you manage to mumble, tongue licking around his hard length.

“Shit. You t-take me so good baby. Almost there.” He says, he hands gripping the arm of the couch. Knuckles white as he feels the flat of your tongue against his cock.

“C-cumming. fu’ swallow it all.” he demands, his eyes focused on the way you suck at the tip, drinking every drop, tongue swirling delicately around it.

He collapses on your chest, both your naked bodies entangled together. Heavy breathing and tiny kisses to your chest and your neck. Body numb, pussy feeling raw.

“Fuck. There goes no nut November.” Gojo says with a laugh, still out of breathe, standing up to pull his sweatpants back on. After you do the same, he pulls you into his lap and you let out a chuckle. “I’m not even sorry.” you say with a smirk. “Now let’s finish our movie yeah?”

#gojo smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo x you

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vzleria · 9 months

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Sometimes i forgot that satorus fingers are SIX INCHES long 😳😳😳😳

#satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo saturo #satoru gojo #jjk x reader #jjk season 2 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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ikemenomegas · 1 year

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Winter heart

Gojo Satoru x Reader

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Sometimes you catch Satoru looking wistfully at Megumi when he thinks no one can see.

Of course, he doesn't mind you watching. You're different, in his mind. If he was forced to explain it he'd just say you were different like Megumi and Shoko and Tsumiki and Suguru were are different.

He'd say it with a sing-song cadence and an imperfect understanding of how fragile most of you are.

You've come to find out that Satoru is really good at lying, like scary good. He'd told lies in school, white lies and untruths for the purpose of mischief. People's misconceptions are easy to manipulate, he'd told you once, under cover of a sea of stars, voice dull. It's not lying if they're the ones making up things that aren't true.

He might tell anyone who asks that he's raising the Fushiguro siblings like one might raise a particularly willful and onerous pet, or as a bargaining chip with the Zen'in.

He never says that in front of the kids themselves, and you've told both Megumi and Tsumiki that there are things they might hear, which people will try and use to hurt them someday.

You can see in Tsumiki's eyes that she understands and she holds you tighter, face pressed into your stomach when she clings, the way only a child twice abandoned knows how to do. You can see in Megumi's that he happily doesn't and you wish that ignorance upon him for ever and ever.

In times like these, with warm breath clouding the air, you understand how Satoru can think the whole world a fool.

Megumi's a small kid, face turned often to the ground. He doesn't see Satoru's bright eyes peaking from behind his sunglasses, so far above Megumi's head, gazing down.

Satoru doesn't like to dwell. At least he doesn't like to be seen weighed down by the weight he carries. You've had long practice and still barely enough to see the cracks, to pick apart the cleverly hidden clasps to his armor when there is no one else around, and still you would have a hard time if asked to explain Gojo Satoru.

But Satoru alone is sometimes a tiny bit easier to explain. In the tinniest moments when he looks down, wistful and fond, at the fuzzy head of a boy barely six years old, you see something like a wish that things could be different, and something like happiness that things aren't.

Tsumiki tugs your sleeve and points up into a tree where a last brave leaf, as red as blood, clings to a branch.

She's at an age where she collects things - rocks, odd pieces of glass, dried flowers, glimmering beetle shells, broken pieces of porcelain with edges that you try and make sure are not too sharp. She's also had the kind of life that makes it difficult for her to ask for things.

She stares when you bend down and motion for her to get up on your back and clambers up slowly, like she doesn't know what to expect. You grasp her elbow where it's wrapped around your neck and hover, four, five, six inches off the ground. You squeeze it in reassurance when she gives a little gasp.

You're high enough now that if she wants the leaf, she can pluck in herself.

She reaches around the side of your head though and just places gentle fingertips on its cold, smooth surface. She pets at it like the tiny bit of fluff on the head of a hamster, rubbing it back and forth between her fingers.

"You could have it, you know?" you say quietly.

Tsumiki leans her cheek on the top of your head, so intentionally casual, like she doesn't want to make a big deal of it. "It won't feel the same," she says.

And you suppose she's right. Some things aren't the same once you grasp hold of them. Some things die.

It's a snapshot in your mind when Tsumiki grabs the fur on the edge of your hood and you gradually lower yourself back down.

She wriggles off of your back, quick as a little fish, and walks ahead of you to catch up with Megumi, hand fisted in the thick ruff of Light Demon Dog's fur.

Satoru's waiting, sunglasses partway down his nose, hands back in his pockets.

When you tilt your head to the side, he doesn't flash a Cheshire white line of teeth through his pink lips. There's something softer there, something warm even on this, the coldest day since December.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #child fushiguro megumi #child fushiguro tsumiki #found family #consistent with 'my young years' oc #so it means consistent with the omegaverse stuff #but no mention of a/b/o dynamics in this one #jjk #drabble #it's very cold again this week! stay warm!

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onilorian · 1 year

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To See Him Again.

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader [⚠️SMUT⚠️]

[ACTUAL PLOT BEFORE GUACK GUACK, Slight angst, smut, MDNI!]

Contains: oral (both receiving), cream pie, fingering, GOJO BEING AGRESSIVE WITH YO SHIRT???

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The reader left Gojo years ago only to be found again by Gojo as he'd spent the entire time following any lead to her.

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How many years had it been? Six? Seven even? No... closer to eight.

No matter the case, you wouldn't return to him.

Not after what happened all those years ago when you nearly died.

Not to Gojo, but to Geto. When Geto had turned and abandoned the school he nearly killed you, and it left Gojo in pieces.

After Gojo saw you on death's door he'd never acted the same around you. One minute he wanted to be by your side every second, not wanting to take his eyes off of you, and the next he wouldn't show up to see you for weeks.

So one day you disappeared all together. He was grieving as if you'd died, well, you almost did. Perhaps that he wasn't sure how to handle the idea of you... dying.

But all those years your mind never forgot him. It replayed memories of you two together every goddamn night.

Especially the week before Geto nearly killed you.

Gojo looked down at you, his sunglasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose. A smirk played on his face as he had you pressed up against the wall.

"You're incoherent, Gojo. I don't get what you're trying to do..." You said, your heart beating rapidly as your breathing was sporadic. Gojo's crystal blue eyes looked down at your hand against the wall before he reached for it, grabbing your wrist and lifting it.

He moved his hand so his palm was against yours. His eyes flickered back to your face as his lips were gaped. "I'm asking you..." He said as his fingers intertwined with your own. "To be mine." He finished his sentence as his face inched closer to yours.

"B-Be yours?" You asked, his lips ghosting over yours. Your eyes flickering between his own and his lips.

Gojo smiled and laughed a little, "Yes..." He said as he tilted his head. "What do you say?" He asked and you bit your lip before nodding.

Gojo airly chuckled in relief as he brought his other hand to your hip and pulled you off the wall before kissing you. He had to bend over just so his face would reach your own.

It had been so long ago, so why did it feel like it was just yesterday he asked you to be his?

You shook your head as you continued your way through the busy streets of Seoul in South Korea.

As you kept walking, you immediately glanced over to the man you knew was about to pick pocket a teenage girl.

You grabbed his wrist as he pulled it out of his coat pocket, letting the oblivious girl walk away as you stared into the man's eyes.

"That's not very gentlemanly of you, sir." You said and you watched as nervous beads of sweat formed on his head. You both were at a standstill on a crosswalk. He pulled his arm away as he trembled "Y-You knew- ergh- leave me alone!" He said as he briskly walked away in the opposite direction, plans being foiled.

Your power gave you the ability to have heightened senses, and being able to sense the intentions of people around you.

You smirked as you let out a huff from your nose in amusement.

You suddenly felt a chill down your spine and turned around. You swore to any God that ruled above you saw a man with snow white hair, and a black blindfold along with a black jacket and pants.

Your eyes widened as you whipped around and walked away.

You were just seeing things. That's all. It was nothing more.

You took your medicine from your coat pocket and popped it in your mouth before swallowing it. You often hallucinated, mostly of Gojo, but sometimes of traumatic people from your past, an example being Geto.

Your pace was quick as a cold sweat broke out all over your body.

It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination..

But you'd never felt such an intense physical reaction before seeing a hallucination. What was wrong with you? Maybe you needed stronger medicine... you thought you'd been doing better though.

You made your way home the long way. You kept clenching your pill bottle over and over. Once you got in the elevator and it closed you let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding.

Damn, that really was the thanks you get from the gods for saving a girl from being pick pocketed. You shook your head as you made your way to your apartment.

You grabbed your keys and just as you were about to open the door, the presence you'd felt before hit you like a train again.

Your eyes went wide as your keys ghosted before the lock.

No.. no no no.

It's not real, there's no way he could be in there. You hadn't felt this presence in years. You'd done EVERYTHING to cover your tracks. He couldn't have found you.

What would you do if he really was in there?

Maybe you shouldn't go inside, you should go to the hospital.

You pocketed your keys and turned around. But before you could take a step, you heard the lock to the door unlock, and the handle turn before the door opened.

You stood frozen, shaking in your own boots. What were you doing? You needed to move.

"Y/n." He said, his voice the same as you remember.

"Y-You're not... You're not real..." You mumbled to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as tears threatened to spill.

"Y/n. Look at me." You heard Gojo say. You stood still for a moment before quickly turning around and screaming, "YOU'RE NOT REAL!"

But he was standing there, in your doorway.

Your eyes widened and you took a clumsy step backwards, causing you to fall back and you scooted away until your back was against the wall.

Your entire body was shaking as you looked up at him.

You then heard the door of your neighbor's apartment begin to open, your power not working because of how distracted you were, otherwise you would have already known she was coming to her front door to leave.

But when you blinked you were in your apartment right against Gojo.

"Y/n." He said again and you stared up at him. "I'm here. I found you." He said as he let you go, deciphering you wouldn't make an attempt to run.

"H-How..." You said, speechless.

"I finally... found you." He said as he sunk to his knees and grabbed your ankles. His sobs filled the air as he cried at your feet.

"You... looked for me?" You asked as he cried, shock was written all over your face.

"F-For eight years, one hundred and twenty-three days, 10 hours, and 3 minutes. I finally... finally found you." He said as he stood up.

He... found you.

His hands gently grabbed your arms just above your elbows. "Come home." He said and your eyes widened.

"No!" You said and his grip on you tightened at your answer, not hard enough to injure you though.

Gojo let go of your arms and one hand reached up to his blindfold. You reached for his arm and grabbed it. "Don't." You said, how could you bear to look him in the eyes again?

He paused for a moment, his grip still tight on his blindfold. But he continued, your grip on him very loose.

You gasped as you looked into his eyes again.

Even if you had remembered him for all these years, all his details, and yet you could never get over how stunning his eyes were.

"Why did you... leave me?" He asked as he placed his free hand on your cheek, his other hand still grasping onto his blindfold.

Tears slid from your eyes, Gojo wiped one away with his thumb as you stared into his eyes. It was almost like you were looking into the entirety of the universe itself.

"Tell me." He said, snapping you out of your trance. You realized you'd still been holding onto his arm that held the blindfold, and so you let go as you took a step back. "It took you eight years to find me?" You asked as you looked away, wiping the tears.

"You knew I was coming every time." He said and you furrowed your eyebrows. So when you felt that pit of dread in your stomach, that was him?

"You left because of Geto?" He questioned but you kept your gaze on the floor.

"No." You replied. Short, simple, straightforward. Yet Gojo was astonished. "N-No?" He stuttered.

"No?!" He asked again as he placed his hands on the sides of your cheeks, lifting your head. "No, Gojo!" You said, trying to drill the answer into him.

"M-Me?" He asked and your lip began to quiver.

"Yes, Gojo." You replied and his hands on the sides of your face loosened before his arms fell to his sides.

"I... hurt... you?" He asked but you shook your head. "It was because... I hurt you." You said, and Gojo placed his hand on the wall, as if he were losing his balance.

"No you.. you didn't, you couldn't." He said as he slid down the wall, he knew he was lying right through his teeth, and yet he couldn't believe you left because you'd hurt him.

"Yes, I did. I saw what my near death experience did to you. Couldn't you be happy I left?! The thought of me possibly being alive could have been enough for you! What would have happened if you found out I really was dead?!" You yelled and Gojo's eyes widened.

Suddenly, the entire building began to shake, Gojo's body trembled, but not because of the quake of the building.

You dropped to the ground and put your hands on either side of his face. "Gojo!" You exclaimed, suddenly snapping him out of his trance. Just as you did, the building stopped shaking.

"Don't you see what I mean? Even the thought still hurts you! I don't want to do this to you anymore!" You said as tears continued to spill, both from his eyes and yours.

"Then come with me." He said as he looked up into your eyes, his slumped figure causing you to gain height over him. His hands placed themselves on your wrists as your own hands stayed on either side of his face.

"Let me protect you, I promise that as long as you're with me I'll-" He said and you scoffed, "What kind of life is that? Keeping me trapped, not to mention what if you're put in a difficult situation you can't always be there for me, it's just not possible." You explained, why couldn't he understand?

"But it is possible! Because I love you I will-" He said and your breathing hitched. Gojo's mouth hung open, words coming to a halt.

"Gojo you..." You trailed off, so stunned by his words.

"But after all this time and you...?" You asked, not having to finish your question for him to understand.

"How could I not? My mind was plagued by you every day and every night. It felt like torture not to have you with me, Y/N. Eight years of torture. Do you know how many times I've replayed my memories with you? Not only in my mind but even my domain. I would open my domain just to see you again." He said as his hands left your wrists and covered his face.

"Did you... ever feel the same? Did you forget about me at all? Could you make it through a day without thinking about me?" He asked, and you choked out a sob.

"N-No... No Gojo." You cried as you sunk against the wall and finally sat completely on the wooden floor.

You both cried to yourselves for a moment, neither making any physical contact with the other.

But you were the first to break the silence.

"Gojo... I love you too..." You said through your shaky breaths.

Gojo sat still for a moment before removing his hands from his face. His beautiful eyes filled with tears as the surrounding skin of his eyes began to swell a puffy red from the crying.

"Then please... Be with me again. I promise I can protect you this time, I will do it." He said as he slowly reached out his hand.

You looked at his hand and then up at his eyes. It was too hard for you to deny Gojo.

"Okay..." You said as you took his hand and he helped you off the floor and into his arms.

He embraced you tightly as soon as you stood up.

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Gojo released you, but kept his gaze on you. "Gojo..." You whispered, your cold hands slowly made their way, shakily, up to the sides of his face.

"How... How long has it been again?" You asked as your thumb stroked his bottom lip. "Too long." He replied in a whisper as he kissed the pad of your thumb.

He grabbed your hand and brought it away from his face, leaving your other one to trail to his shoulder as he pressed kisses against your palm.

They were warm and comforting. His crystal eyes bore into your own as he watched your face flush.

He kissed from your palm to your wrist, and then a little higher up before the sleeve of your jacket got in the way.

His face neared your own. "Can I kiss you?" He asked and you nodded without hesitation.

His lips pressed against your own, they were slightly chapped but it's okay because yours were too.

Gojo let go of the hand he'd planted kisses on, and you placed it behind his neck as he continued to kiss you softly.

Gojo slowly pressed you against the wall of the hallway, his lips pressing against yours a little harder and soon the kissing became a full blown makeout.

"I want you." He whispered between kisses as his leg made it between your own legs and his thigh pressing against you.

"You want me... too?" He asked as he broke away a few times. You nodded frantically as your hands tangled themselves in his pure white hair.

His hand made its way to the top of your jacket and he unzipped it for you before helping you take it off. He took off his own jacket as well, both discarded somewhere on the floor.

His thigh slightly rubbed against your clothed clit and you whimpered. Gojo smiled as he moved his lips from your own and to your jaw.

The friction made you crave more, and you began to grind against his thigh. "So needy. Needy for me all these years too?" He asked before licking and sucking on your neck.

You nodded as you squeezes your eyes shut and Gojo's lips left your neck as his left hand placed itself on the side of your face. "Let me see your eyes. I want to see you experience the pleasure I give you." He said and you opened your eyes, but your eyelids were quite hooded.

"Where's your room?" He asked and he picked you up but putting his hands underneath your thighs and lifting you up. You gasped at his sudden action while you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

"Turn right down the hallway, room at the very end." You said and Gojo grinned. He kissed you as he carried you both to your room.

He folded over when he approached your bed so he could gently set you down. He then broke from the kiss before grabbing the hem of his shirt with his arms crossed and then finally lifting it up and over his head before tossing it aside.

He crawled back onto the bed with you, hot kisses started at your neck as they worked down to your exposed collarbone that your shirt didn't help to protect.

"You too..." Gojo mumbled as he tugged at your shirt in between the kisses and licks to your collarbone. "Help me then." You whispered and Gojo smirked against your exposed skin.

"My pleasure." He said before quickly ripping open your shirt. Not taking it off like he did his own, like pulling it over your head, but ripping it from the front, exposing your breasts in their bra.

"G-Gojo!" You exclaimed. "You asked for my help" He said as he snaked an arm around you to pull you closer as he kissed your chest. "I really liked that shirt." You mumbled, not actually caring for the shirt but wanting to see his reaction.

"I will buy you ten more for the one I ripped, any shirts you want." He said as his hand reached the clasp of your bra and he undid the clasp.

The feeling of cold air hit your now exposed nipples made you whimper, your tits hardening even more than before.

"Look at you, so beautiful and you please me even more with those sounds you make." He said, a slight growl in the back of his throat as he instantly attached his mouth to one of your nipples. His hand reached for your other breast, he first cupped it and squeezed it, causing you to moan, but his touch became more refined as his fingers played with your tit.

"Agh- Gojo-" You moaned out as your hand placed itself in his locks.

You heard the struggle of him trying to get his belt off. "Too tight." He mumbled against your tit, but he was struggling to get the belt off.

"Let me help." You said as you reached down and swiftly undid his belt. He quickly got his pants along with his boxers off, no wonder he complained about his pants being tight he was fucking HUGE.

He placed his hand on it stroking it a few times, panting hot breath onto your breast.

You surprised him when your fingertips brushed against the underside of his cock and he nearly lost it. Feeling someone else's fingers on him other than his own calloused ones made him nearly cum right on the spot, even moreso because it was your fingers.

You managed to flip Gojo over onto the bed and moved your way down, he was completely frozen, stunned at your ability to take charge just like that.

You gently grabbed the base of his cock and his head immediately hit the pillows as he groaned.

"Gojo." You said and he lifted his head. "Let me see your eyes. I want to see you experience the pleasure I give you." You said, repeating his words from earlier.

"F-Fuck-" He moaned out loving the seductive expression on your face. He could feel his face becoming completely flushed as you said that to him.

Each second you were becoming even more attractive to him even though before he'd found you the most attractive person in the universe.

You kissed the tip as you looked up at him and he let out a shaky breath, his muscles tensed. You moved down further and stuck out your tongue before pressing it against the base of his cock and licking all the way up to the tip.

Gojo let out a deep groan as you placed his entire tip in your hot mouth. "L-Look at you, taking me in like I'm a treat." He said, another groan following his words.

You went down on him further, bobbing your head up and down slowly. "You're s-so good, Y/N." He said as his hand found its way into your hair.

His palm was large against the back of your head, and your hair felt lovely against his fingers.

You took it a step further and moved your head down as far as you could. Once you did this, Gojo held you there for a moment, with the tip pressed against the back of your throat as your nose pressed against the lower part of his abdomen.

You gagged a little, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Gojo released you and you immediately came up for air, coughing a little.

"Taste good?" He whispered as his icy blue eyes watched your expression. You nodded as you went back down on him, this time going down further and speeding up.

Gojo's thighs began to tense up and his breathing became labored. "W-Wait." He said and you lifted your head up in confusion.

"Your turn." Gojo said before flipping you while you were caught off guard. You let out a squeal of surprise before his hands reached the button of your jeans.

He took off your pants and then hooked his finger onto your panties. He glanced up at your face for a moment, which was entirely flushed, watching him do all these things to you was the hottest thing you could have ever witnessed.

Gojo smirked before slowly sliding your panties down. A trail of your sickness connecting you and your panties for a brief moment.

Gojo's eyes widened. "You're so... beautiful." He said as his hand trailed up your thigh and he pushed it to the side slightly.

You hid your face with your hands from embarrassment, although Gojo was so captivated he almost didn't notice it.

"Eyes on me." He whispered, you could feel his breath against your folds. You quickly removed your hands from your face when he licked a line against your folds and you moaned.

"G-Gojo! F-Feels s' good." You said and he grinned. "You think so? Let me go at it some more then. I like hearing those sounds you make." He said as he attached his tongue to your clit.

You cried out with another moan as one of your hands flew to his hair. His tongue then slid down and to your folds where he darted it inside of you.

His hand found its way to your clit while his other one kept a decent grip on your thigh to prevent you from shutting your legs.

As soon as he was eating you out AND rubbing circles on your clit your hips bucked and you shut your eyes in embarrassment.

Gojo's face left your folds and his hand that had been preoccupied with your thigh gathered up some of your slick before sliding two fingers in.

You arched your back as you moaned out "Gojo!"

Gojo smiled devilishly, loving how he could make you squirm under him with simply his fingers.

Gojo spent only a few moments looking for that spot within you. He knew he found it when you suddenly gasped and moaned out "There! Right there."

His fingers then began to hit that spot faster, over and over you felt as if your quick breathing was becoming in sync with the rhythm of his fingers.

"I-I'm gonna!" You said, not being able to finish your sentence.

Gojo stood up, but continuing his relentless pace as he leaned over you, the squelching sound filling your bedroom.

Gojo's breath fanned over your ear. "Do it. Cum for me." He said and you shot your eyes open.

Your brows furrowed as you let out a loud moan.

Gojo felt you tightening around his fingers before a hot slickness poured over them.

"So good." He said as he removed his hands from you. He licked off your cum from his fingers as he watched you regain your breath, your fucked out expression earning a grin from his lips.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that?" He asked as he leaned over you and began to align himself with your entrance. "G-Gojo you're so big can that really all fit?" You asked as you grabbed onto his shoulders.

"I made sure to prepare you very well." He said as he barely pushed the tip in.

Gojo began to breathe harder, "See? Taking me... so well." He said as he pushed a little more in. He was going slow, and he'd already stretched you with his fingers, so the pain was fairly minimal.

"You okay?" He asked and you nodded as you bit your lip. "Can I go some more?" He asked and you nodded again.

He pushed in what was left and bottomed out in you. His head dangled for a moment as he moaned. "Fuck you feel really good." He said as he looked down at your conjoined bodies.

"Ngh- Gojo I feel so full it feels so-" Gojo looked up, thinking he'd see your face in pain, but was surprised at your lust filled eyes, "-so good~" You moaned out the last word.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you panted, "M-Move please." You begged and Gojo didn't hesitate as he moved back and then forward at a steady pace.

Your hands moved from his shoulders so your arms could wrap around his neck and you pulled him down, letting both your bodies press against each other. Gojo's muscular arms wrapped around your back as he thrusted in and out of you.

Your face pressed into the crook of his neck, both of you hearing the melodies of hot breaths and moans in each other's ears.

Gojo's pace increased suddenly and you cried out in pleasure as your head flew back. Gojo nibbled and kissed your neck sloppily as he fucked you into the sheets.

"G-Gojo you're h-hitting the spot!" You said as you panted. Gojo's arms unwrapped from around you and he took your legs from around your waist before he lifted them up, placing your calves on his shoulders. His hands grabbing on tightly to your plush thighs.

You screamed out his name over and over as he hit the perfect spot inside you. Gojo had never once felt so fucking alive in his life. Taking the woman of his dreams and fucking her right into her own bed.

"Gojo I'm gonna!" You cried out as you balled up your fists full of your own sheets. "That's it, cum around my cock. Fuck so perfect." Gojo mumbled as he felt you tighten around him, causing him to stutter in his pace as he felt his own climax just before him.

Your body felt as if it were burning, ecstasy encasing your entire being. You moaned out his name again as you came, and then you suddenly felt a warm liquid pouring inside you.

You both stayed still for a moment, trying to catch your breath as you slowly came down from your high.

Gojo pulled out finally, he hadn't realized how much he'd filled you up until the result of both of your arousals came pouring out of you.

"Wait here for a moment." Gojo said before he walked off into the master bathroom that was conjoined with your room.

You heard him looking around for a moment, opening and closing cabinets before turning on the sink and then turning it off a second later.

He came back with a wet rag, he leaned over and began to clean you up, you hissed when he touched your over stimulated area, and he mumbled an apology.

He left to the bathroom before coming back without the rag.

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Gojo grabbed his pants he'd left on the floor and dug in the pocket for a moment before letting his pants fall back to the floor and plopping on the bed next to your exhausted body.

You turned your head, seeing him hold something shiny out of the corner of your eye. It was a crystal filled with many colors, almost like the colors of his eyes.

"It's filled with a small portion of my powers that will protect you. Wear it, and I will come straight for you when I sense you're in danger." He said, dangling the crystal from a black string.

You turned to face him and you lifted up your head as he reached over to tie it around your neck.

"I won't keep you by my side every moment, I know it's not possible. But I have a way I can protect you like I promised." He said and you smiled.

You gave him a small kiss as he pulled the blanket over both of you before cuddling up with you.

"Do you want to come back with me? To Jujutsu High?" He asked and you avoided your gaze. "How would the others feel? Knowing I abandoned them." You said and Gojo placed a hand on your cheek. "You didn't abandon them and they know it. Whenever they speak of you they only talk about you in the highest regard. What you went through that day against Geto was something no one expected, and they don't blame you for leaving." He explained as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

"Then maybe... It will be alright if I return."

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