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ఌ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

꧁ 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

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Plot › if you had told yourself six weeks ago, that you would meet the camboy you’ve been faping for a year, you’d laugh. But meeting Gojo was a curse from God. Part 2 of this post!

Warnings › same as before. Gojo is a little shit and very annoying. A bit of dubious consent at first since reader doesn’t say “yes”. Nothing extreme. How yall not notice the porn I linked in p.1 though? Smh

Kinks › size kink, praise, rough sex, lite dry humping, creampie, manhandling, possessive Gojo, groping, brat behavior from reader, lite dom/sub,

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“Today’s my lucky day, huh?”

Oh, fuck.

You kinda just… stood there for a few seconds, staring at Gojo in shock. Before you screamed out in fear and ran into the back room.

So humiliating.

“Hahaha!!! Put your glass back on, your blue eyes scared (Name)!” Nobara laughed, walking to join you in the back room. Megumi only rolled his eyes.

Nobara found you in a fetal position on the ground, rocking back and forth as she stared at you in shock.

“Okay, I know his eyes are freaky but it couldn’t have been that bad,” she said, kneeling down to get on your level. She ‘comfortably’ patted your hair, twirling a few strands around her index finger.

It took a few minutes before you could really open your mouth.

“I…know…him…”

“How? This is his first time here.”

You sat upright, staring Nobara right in the eyes.

“Camboy.”

Nobara was quiet, her eyes slowly widening as she took in the new information. Her mouth opened as a shriek left her mouth.

“No fucking way?! Him?! You’ve seen his dick?!”

“Nobara!!!”

She lowered her voice. “Him? Really? The one I called a 4 inch? He’s…. The one you had the call with? Holy shit! Do you think he remembers you?”

“Hopefully… not.. but he said it’s his lucky day.. do you think…?”

“Maybe he’s still mad over the four inch comment.”

“Uhm.”

“Or maybe he’s upset that you were a guy.”

“I dunno…”

“Oh! Maybe he wants to fuck you.”

“Oh c’mon. Now you’re just saying shit.” You stood up with a grunt. “If I’m lucky, he was just saying something about getting a discount. Can you do the cake for him? I really don’t wanna talk to him.”

Nobara frowned but didn’t say anything else. She walked away to go do Gojo’s order. It was silent for the most part, the slight muffled voices of Gojo and Nobara talking. Though it seemed Nobara was talking shit about him.

Hopefully, Gojo wouldn’t come here again due to Megumi’s insistence.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“So, can you take my order this time?”

You blinked, staring right at Gojo as he leaned on the counter, grinning at you. It was in the evening and the cafe was mostly empty. So you didn’t feel bad about shaking your head. You had hoped this blue eyed freak would leave you alone but he seemed set on bothering you.

He’d even come on days Megumi wasn’t there yet or was off that day!

You didn’t speak to him directly. Too embarrassed. All you could remember was your desperate moans to know his name. Yup, no way in hell were you going to speak to him.

Nobara came over to the cashier and took over—you didn’t even have to ask. This had been happening for weeks now. Just a simple look was all she needed. Even Inumaki and Megumi knew what to do. Though the two didn’t know why you seemed so adverse to speaking to Gojo.

Megumi believed you hated him for being annoying. He could relate to that.

Inumaki believed Gojo must’ve did something because you hardly hated people.

So he did from time to time purposely put salt in Gojo’s coffee.

And would sometimes put jalapeño seeds into his food.

What could he say? A true friend.

Nobara was the only one to know the truth. And while she did think you were overreacting a bit—she knew how embarrassing your actions were. If you didn’t want to speak to Gojo, so be it. She’s not one to force it.

You were in the back room when Nobara came back, sighing to herself. She plopped down on the chair beside you, staring down at the table before looking over to you.

“That blue eyed slut keeps asking for you it’s annoying.”

“Slut?”

“Affectionately.” She said. “‘Why does he keep ignoring me?’ ‘Why isn’t he speaking to me?’ ‘Let me talk to him.’ ‘Aren’t you his friend?’ Blah blah blaaaah!” She cried, her voice rising in pitch out of frustration as her hands dug into her scalp, moving her hair around.

“What would he even want to talk about?” You whispered to yourself.

“Maybe he’s scared you’re going to tell Megumi.”

“What would I gain from that? The only thing I’ll tell Megumi is to ban him from the cafe.”

Nobara let out a soft huff. “Really though… if he’s making you that uncomfortable, tell Megumi.” She said, her voice suddenly serious. She reached out and rested her hand against yours, squeezing it gently. “You don’t even have to tell Megumi the true reason… he won’t judge. If it comes down to it, we’ll tell Boss.”

She pulled away. Your eyes met hers, a bit shocked at how.. caring she was about the situation. You knew you were overreacting a bit and a normal person would’ve just told Gojo straight up to leave them alone. And you knew she was right.

Megumi wouldn’t judge. He would tell Gojo to stop coming.

But…

It was like you didn’t want him to go for some reason.

In the back of your mind, you truly wanted to know why he kept bothering you.

Was he angry?

Scared you’d tell people?

Well… it couldn’t be good either way.

You just hoped he’d get tired of you soon.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The sound of loud music was beating with your heart as you leaned against the wall. You, Nobara, and a begrudged Megumi were at a newly opened gay club in Shibuya. It was cool for like the first two hours but now your social battery was practically dead.

Megumi was somewhere… you remembered him saying he needed some fresh air.

Nobara was having the time of her life with some girls on the dance floor. Good for her.

You were dressed way more conservatively than most of the people at the club. Just a t-shirt and pants. You weren’t someone to dress up like that. As you drowned your drink and placed it on the bar counter, you asked for some water.

No one was approaching you which was great. You didn’t know if you could handle talking to someone right now.

But that soon changed when someone was suddenly right beside you.

A taller guy, black hair and brown eyes. He seemed to be looking for one thing. You didn’t look his way at first, believing he was just getting a drink until a shot glass was slid over to you.

“What’s a pretty boy like you doing here all alone?”

Typical…

You forced a slight smile. “I’m here with friends. No thanks.” You said, sliding the shot back over to him. He shrugged and took it himself, downing in seconds.

It was quiet for a moment, even though the music still roared in the background. “Would your friends mind if I steal you for a little bit?” He suddenly asked, his lips right near your ears. You flinched but couldn’t help but grin in response.

“Why? Where are you going to take me?”

“Wherever you’d like, baby.” His hand slowly trailed down your shoulders to your hips, lightly squeezing before his finger teased the slight opening in your pants. Since you were so touch starved and the last time a man ever touched you was a hundred years ago, you didn’t push him away at first.

So what? You were desperate at this point.

Dildos get lonely…

“Mhm, I don’t—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence because suddenly the man was… gone? You blinked rapidly before looking around in confusion. Huh?! As you reeled in shock at how fast a man could just disappear, you felt a tug at the belt loop of your pants before the hand grasped it entirely and pulled you out of the club.

“Who?! Dude, you’re going to rip my fucking pants off! Get—”

The fresh air slapped you in the face before you were harshly pushed against the wall of the alleyway. Your eyes saw dark spots before you could fully open them, ready to scream bloody murder before you saw who attacked you.

Fucking Gojo!

You groaned, rolling your eyes as you looked away. No way he found you here! Did Megumi tell him? Nobara? No, they’d never do that to you. Oh… he was a fucking stalker!

But you didn’t get to accuse him as he grabbed your face and forcefully turned it so you would look him in the eye. No, your cock didn’t twitch. You’re just horny.

You didn’t speak. More so just because you knew it pissed him off that you weren’t. So you only gave him your meanest glare and closed your eyes, knowing he wouldn’t pry them open. Only to be wrong because apparently Gojo has no sense of boundaries.

He did force open one of your eyes and you quickly slapped his hand away. Fuck that felt weird. You looked at him shock, the fuck was his problem?

But you weren’t going to speak first! No way. You were going to be petty until the day you died.

Gojo was silent for a moment before groaning, deciding he had to be the one doing the talking.

“What’s your problem?”

“My—?!” You clamped your lips shut. He almost got you there. You reached up and began pushing at his chest but you didn’t even make him budge. Gojo rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrists, with one hand, and pushed them against the wall, right above your head.

“You avoid me like I killed your entire family. What the hell did I do?”

You pursed your lips and shook your head. For the next few minutes, it was Gojo spouting questions and you acting like a child being asked if they were the one who drew on the wall. It would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so stupid.

It took a moment before Gojo was finally giving up. He sighed as his hand released his grip on your wrists. You watched as he pulled away and suddenly, you didn’t want him to do that.

So without thinking, you grabbed the belt loops of his pants and pulled him close. Gojo’s eyes widened, his hands quickly moving to rest on either side of you so he didn’t crush into you. You didn’t like the sad look on his face.

But you were about to regret it as his signature smirk appeared. He leaned in close, his mouth pressing against your ear. His light chuckle sent a shiver down your spine, making you unintentionally arch your back.

“I see how it is… you’re into being a brat, huh?”

You shook your head violently, biting your lip. Okay, you were certainly playing into it. But it was the reason your ex broke up with you so you didn’t exactly like the word used in regards to you.

Something something ex boyfriends suck

You gasped as his leg was shoved between yours, rubbing right against your crotch. It happened so fast you couldn’t even think straight.

“I asked you question. Answer.” He said, pulling away so you could see his face. His blue eyes stared straight into yours, making you squirm in embarrassment. You kept remembering the incident. Cumming just from seeing his face.

Gosh, who can say they’ve done that?!

The only sense of light in the alleyway was the moonlight and the blinking neon sign of the club. It would occasionally light up Gojo’s face and you felt your cock twitch when you got a clear view. His eyes staring you down. Jaw tight. His lips no longer in a smirk. You didn’t know he could look so serious.

His eyebrow raised a bit when you didn’t answer. You wanted to see what he’d do and he was quick to show you. His leg began to rub your crotch but it was slow—way too slow for you to get anything from it. It felt like a taste to what you could truly get if you acted like a good boy.

As your cock began to twitch, straining against your pants, he stopped. You whimpered, staring up at him with pity as he tilted his head.

You knew what you had to do to get what you wanted.

“N…no…” You whispered, shaking your head. He let out a sigh, a hand moving away from the wall as it harshly gripped your face, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I don’t like liars. Tell me the truth. What happened to the good boy on the call, huh? The one who listened and put on a nice show for me.”

You bit your lip and closed your eyes, not wanting to look him in the eyes. When you felt his hand squeeze your cheeks, you slowly opened them only to see him looking at you with worry.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked.

Did you?

Did you want to stop?

You reached up and placed your hands on his shoulder, leaning up on your toes to press a soft kiss on his lips. It was soft, way too soft compared to the debauchery you two were just participating in.

Gojo eagerly kissed you back, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer. He kissed you as if he was hungry. Like if you were to pull away, he’d miss his chance. You moaned into the kiss as he grasped your ass, gripping it tightly before moving downward to grab your legs and hoist you up.

He slammed you against the wall, never pulling away from the kiss as you gripped his hair for some sort of purchase. The innocent kiss you had given him was leaning to pure lust.

His teeth biting your lips, earning little gasps from you. You’d never kissed a man like this before. But even though it was pure lust, you somehow felt loved.

“Ahem..”

You both froze. Gojo was still biting at your lip as you both glanced to your right to see a pissed off Megumi.

“I called you to take me home, not fuck my friend.”

Gojo pulled away, though his hand still held you up, “Megumi~~ sorry! I just got caught—”

“—fucking my friend? C’mon, I found Nobara.” Megumi stormed away while you felt like jumping off the nearest bridge.

Jesus Christ!! You might as well replace your middle name with “Embarrassment!”

Gojo only chuckled slightly as he pulled out his car keys and placed it in your hand. He gently placed you back on your feet. “Go to the car, I’ll join you guys in a minute.”

“What are you doing?”

He simply smirked. “Taking out some trash.”

He was so weird…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Nobara was conked out in the spare bedroom while Megumi slept on a futon in the same room. Gojo had driven you three to his apartment. It was actually quite nice. You wondered what his actual job was because you knew being a cam boy couldn’t actually pay that well.

While Gojo was looking for some spare clothes for you, you decided to take a look around. You found his office and instantly knew this was where he did his cams. It was surreal seeing it in person.

As you closed the door, you shrieked when you came face to face with Gojo. He was smirking, handing you a pair of pajamas he found that could possibly found you.

“How was it?”

“How was what?”

He rolled his eyes. “The room. Better in person?”

You simply let out a huff. “Where’s the bathroom? I’ll change in there.”

“No need—change in my room. You’ll be sleeping there anyway.”

And then he just walked to his room. You stood there for a moment, mouth agape. Sleep? Sleeping? In there? His room?!

If there wasn’t two people already sleeping you would’ve screamed.

You slowly followed behind him, unable to stop the steady rise of your heartbeat. Your stomach felt weird, slightly churning as you thought about what could happen. But it didn’t feel like anxiety, more so like excitement. Though you couldn’t fight back the slight feeling of nausea.

You haven’t slept with someone in over a year.

And Gojo was so experienced.

Would he compare you to others?

Would you disappoint him?

You suck at giving blowjobs, haven’t gotten out of the habit of not using teeth. Your ex complained about that all the time.

Has he even fucked a guy before?

All these thoughts rushed in your head before you bumped right into something. You glanced up, grinning shyly as Gojo raised an eyebrow. His hands gripped your shoulder as he leaned down a bit to look you right in the eye.

“What’s wrong? Nervous?”

You couldn’t find it in yourself to lie. So you mutely nodded.

Gojo chuckled slightly, his hand moving up to lightly caress your cheek. “Don’t be. I’ll lead.”

His hand slowly slid down, his thumb lightly teasing your lips. It pulled down at your bottom lip before he switched to his index and middle finger. They pushed your lips apart before inching their way inside your mouth. It took a moment for you to not push them out—getting used to the odd feeling of them.

Slowly, you lightly suckled on them, closing your eyes to try and keep calm. More than likely, he was going to finger you open. And you felt your cock twitch at the thought.

You almost completely lost yourself, not even noticing the stuttered breath Gojo let out. Your eyes opened slightly, looking up at him hooded eyelids. He almost looked possessed. His throat bobbed as his lips pulled into a slight snarl.

You pulled away, taking his fingers out of your mouth. “What’s wrong…?”

“I wish it didn’t take me so long to fuck you.”

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“Jeez, you’re tight, (Name), you don’t stretch yourself often?”

The sound of your muffled whimpers was filling the room, moonlight seeping through the curtains as you tried to keep still. You were sitting on Gojo’s lap, your legs spread open as he fingered you. His fingers stretched you deeper than you thought was possible.

Your back pressed against his chest as you had your hand clamped around your mouth. You only imagined his hands inside you. Especially during his streams. It was almost like a fantasy that it was happening right now.

That he actively sought after you.

“If they weren’t here,” he muttered, most likely referring to Megumi and Nobara, “I wouldn’t have allowed you to hide those pretty little sounds.”

You felt yourself blush.

He finds your moans pretty?

If you weren’t too busy moaning, you would’ve been giggling.

His fingers stretched you slowly and methodically, rubbing against your wet walls as if searching for something. You wondered if he was having trouble reaching your prostate. So you shuffled a bit, thinking maybe it was the angle you were sitting in that was giving him trouble.

“Uncomfortable?” He suddenly asked, his fingers stopping.

“Oh.. no… thought you… were having trouble reaching my.. uhm, prostate.”

“I wasn’t. I know where it is.” You felt his finger brush against it, causing you to whimper. “I’m avoiding it on purpose.”

“W..why..?”

A light chuckle left him as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at your nude lower half. He hummed slightly, his free hand trailing downward to tease your leaking cock. It was still taking you some getting used to being fully nude while he was still dressed.

“Because of this.”

Suddenly, his fingers began to harshly target your prostate. Rubbing and teasing it relentlessly. Your body arched against him, toes curling as you screamed out. It was inhumane at how he was able to keep the fast pace with just his fingers.

No wonder those girls in the video practically screamed when he fingered them.

His free hand grasped your cock, thumb lightly teasing your sensitive tip. The constant between the harsh thrusts and slow, sensual movements on your cock was something you never felt before. Your hands gripped at everything beneath you—bedsheets, your leg, but soon found purchase gripping his thigh.

Wow, how often does he work out?

You couldn’t dwell too much on it as you began to feel the familiar sensation in your body. Your cock leaking pre-cum all over your tummy. But just as you almost reached your peak, it was over.

His fingers pulled out.

“Wha…?” You muttered, chest heaving as you glanced over at him.

Gojo only patted your thighs before motioning for you get off. You hesitantly stood up, legs feeling entirely like jelly as you watched him pull down his pants, his cock sprinting out.

It was huge.

That seven inch dildo certainly came in handy…

His cock was possibly close to eight. Seeing it in person was different from any video or live stream. The veins and just how much thicker it was.

“Condom.” He whispered, pointing at the nightstand beside the bed. He began to lightly stroke his cock, spreading the pre-cum leaking from his tip.

You didn’t move to get the condom. He didn’t use condoms when fucking those girls. Why did he need to use one with you?

There was some weird surge of jealousy within you. And it wasn’t because he fucked other people.

It was because he wasn’t going to cum inside you.

Well, what if you wanted that?

“Mhm, no.” You replied, pushing his hand away from his cock.

Gojo raised an eyebrow at this, watching as you moved to sit down on his lap. You grasped his cock and placed it right between your ass, lightly teasing your puckered hole. Your free hand gripping tightly at his shoulder, balancing yourself a bit.

“You cum in all those girls.” You whispered, smirking slightly as you leaned in. “What if I want it too?”

A laugh left Gojo as his hands reached over and grasped your waist, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. You were sure this was going to leave a mark. Any sort of control you just tried to hold was pushed away by Gojo.

“Aw~ it’s okay, baby. You’ll be replacing those girls, no need to think about ‘em anymore.”

“Wh—?”

You screamed out as he pulled you down onto his cock. Your face squinted in pain as you whimpered and squirmed, trying to get used to his cock. It was different seeing it than feeling it stretch you whole. No wonder he spent a good amount of time stretching you out.

Gojo kept his grip on you tight as he bounced you up and down on his cock. You didn’t get no say in how he got to use you. Your voice filled the room, you forgot all about keeping quiet by this point.

“Ngh, sorry, hate this position.”

You didn’t even get to answer him back when you were suddenly picked up from off his cock and dropped onto the bed. You were now on your knees as he got behind you. His cock teased your hole for just a moment before he slammed right back inside.

Your face squished against the bed as his hands moved downward, gripping your ass tightly as he began massaging it. His cock stretched you fool, easily rubbing against your prostate with each thrust.

It was better than any dildo.

“You don’t even know… how much I masturbated to your moans,” he suddenly said.

You almost didn’t hear him at first. “H..hng..?”

“I recorded the sound of your moans during the call. How could I not when it made me cum so fast,” he reached down, pressing his chest against your back. He angled his hips against your ass and began thrusting again, his cock continuously rubbing right against your prostate.

You tried to say something but the only sound that left you was cries of pleasure. The sounds of skin slapping and your whimpers filled the room.

It was weird, totally. But…

You’d look past it.

Dick too good, y’know?

“Then you came from just seeing my face.” He chuckled slightly. “Knew I couldn’t let you get away but you blocked me everywhere.”

He pulled away slightly, his thrusting coming to a pause. You whimpered in disappointment, glancing back at him. Gojo grinned slightly as he grabbed your arms, pulling them back a bit before sliding down to grasp your hands.

The position wasn’t comfortable at all, having your hands behind your back. You couldn’t hold up your face anymore, being forced to just let it lay on the sheets.

“Imagine my luck when I saw you again. You’re prettier in person.” His hips slammed against your ass, earning a scream from you. But he didn’t move again, leaving you to calm down from the harsh thrust.

“But then you ignore me.” He muttered. “Thought I was going to have to give up on you… but today was my lucky day. Just had to throw that guy away and you were mine.”

You felt your cock twitch.

His?

You were his.

He released his grip on your hands and pulled out again. You didn’t even get to whine this time as you were flipped onto your back, staring at him now. He crawled over you, his cock easily sliding back inside. You wrapped your legs around his waist to hold him close.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours…” You whispered, “won’t… run away anymore… promise.”

Gojo grinned slightly as he leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead. His hand patted your head, his finger twirling a strand of your hair. Seeing him like this, so soft compared to his camboy persona was out of a dream.

“I’ll be nice—since it’s our first.” He sat back, his hands reaching down to rest on the curve of your hips.

As he began to slowly thrust inside of you, you couldn’t help but sigh. It felt nice. The soft rhythm of his cock going in and out. But it soon started to pick up, his grip tightening on your hips. You whimpered, gripping at his chest as you wondered how this was going to go.

“G-Gojo?!”

“Hm?”

“H…how is this nice..?!” You managed to moan out.

His hips slammed against your ass, the sound of skin slapping together returning in harmony with your moans.

“This is my nice.” He grinned.

Fucking asshole!

His hand moved up and gripped one of yours, tangling it into a handhold. Your hand was practically engulfed by his. Crap, he was making you feel crazy.

“You know my name now, so scream it.”

You gasped in shock, suddenly remembering when you had whined in the call about not having a name to moan. Your back arched as his pace somehow picked up even more, his hips slamming into you with a force you questioned was human.

If this was his nice… you didn’t want to know what his mean was.

Okay—that was a lie, you definitely wanted to know.

You started to moaning his name which soon turned into screams. Your cock spurted pathetically on your stomach, coating it with your cum. But he didn’t stop. He kept his rough pace as he used you for his own release.

His last thrusts practically took your breath away as he pushed deep inside of you. The only sound left was your gasps as he cummed, coating your insides.

Your hand was still entangled with his and he didn’t seem to want to let go. As he pulled out, cum slowly leaked out of you, coating the bedsheets beneath you. He laid down beside you, wrapping his free arm around your waist as he tugged you closer.

It was silent for a moment, only your heavy breathing as you tried to calm down. Gojo buried his face in your neck, humming slightly. The moonlight shined down on you both through the windows, illuminating his white hair beautifully.

As your eyes felt heavy, you cuddled closer to him and fell asleep with a smile.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“I can’t believe you.”

You and Gojo sat kneeling on the floor in front of a disappointed Nobara and Megumi.

“I can believe Gojo… but (Name)…” Megumi whispered, shaking his head as he looked at you.

Nobara sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “I thought he was killing you at first. Can you imagine the horror of hearing you scream in the middle of the night?!”

You froze, glancing up at Nobara. “Did you…?”

“Head back down!” She yelled, you quickly obeyed. “And yes, I did see Gojo fucking you! So traumatizing.” She whined, wiping at her imaginary tears.

“I wish I didn’t hear it.” Megumi muttered.

“So, were you guys role playing or something?! Why did you act like you hated him for almost two months straight?!” Nobara asked, staring right at you.

You pursed your lips, keeping your head down. “Uhm… I dunno… I just…”

Gojo grinned. “It was a brat tamer role play!”

“I didn’t need to know that!” Nobara screamed, covering her ears as she began to sing to herself as she ran away to the kitchen. Megumi only gave you another disappointed look, one that reminded you of a mother, before glaring daggers at Gojo.

“You still can’t bother me at work.” He said before walking away.

Gojo simply laughed, standing up. He stretched as he held out a hand to help you up. “Don’t mind Megumi, he’ll get over it.”

You nodded with a pout, hoping he was right. As you moved to go join Megumi and Nobara in the kitchen, Gojo suddenly grabbed your hand. He pulled you close, pressing his lips against your ear.

“I wasn’t lying about you replacing the girls, I wanna show you off.” He whispered before releasing you. He gave you his signature cocky smirk before walking away to go bother Megumi some more.

You stood there for a moment, reeling in shock.

Show… you… off…?

Did he mean…?

Holy fuck.

He wanted to make videos with you!

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No part 3, stop bugging me

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finsplurtz · 3 months

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virginbitch — gojo.satoru

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Gojo Satoru

— contents : Virgin bitch Gojo , mentions of boy pussy , virginity loss , jerking off , drunk Gojo for a min , mirror sex , gagging choking , overstim , degrading nd praising

warnings : like choking but nun too srs idk

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Gojo satoru is a MAJOR virgin. I KNOW .. CRAZY.

His fossil ass hadn’t lost his virginity yet, he’s been waiting for “the right person” but nobody seems to catch his eye…

Till yn was introduced.

It was kinda funny when they met uhm Gojo was having silly conversation with Yuji about girlfriends n shi and like…

“So you don’t have a girlfriend? Are you a virgin?”

“Nonono! I’m not a virgin Yuji cmon I’m literally a lady magnet. I used to fuck girls left and right in highschool! I just don’t have a girlfriend right now because nobody really seems to grab my att…-“ He fell quiet when the finest guy to ever fucking exist walked in.

Yujis confused and looks at yn and he’s like “OH YN, you’re here!” He’s so happy to see them. Yn smiled and pulls Yuji into a hug spinning him around.

“Lord, it’s been so long! You still look adorable” He ruffled Yuji’s hair who giggled.

“Oh- by the way, this is my teacher, yn meet Gojo, Gojo meet yn. Old friend” Yuji stepped aside and yn held his hand out and shook Gojo’s.

“Nice to meet you, Gojo” the way his name rolled off his tongue made him bite the inside of his cheek.

“Nice to meet you too..yn..” Gojo smiled sickly.

Yuji grabbed yn’s wrists and pulled him around excited to show him everything he’d learnt. Gojo was bewildered. I mean yn was fucking- jaw dropping handsome!

Gojo was too busy to worry about a girlfriend. He never really thought he’d be jerking off to some fucking guy he met that same day…

Gojo was a very flirty guy, he’s always flirting with women who’d obviously get down on their knees for him if he asked and yet still he finds nothing interesting about them.

He can lie about not being a virgin and have people believe him, but as soon as this hunk, yn, asks him about it, he’s a stuttering mess.

“Hm. So you’re realll experienced mister Satoru~?” Yn tilted his head looking at Gojo’s blindfold who obviously flushed red.

“Y..yes..yes I am!” He cursed himself out in his head for sounding too excited.

“Yeah? what about with a guy..” yn smirked watching Gojo’s lip tremble slightly.

“Uh-h..huh…” Gojo’s mouth was slightly open as he nodded making the other chuckle.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind, Satoru.” Yn gently closed Gojo’s mouth before walking off.

Gojo was a sensitive guy when it came to his dick, he’s never been inside anything at all. He was now rutting into his pillow pretending it was yn.

“Ugh..I’m y-your good b..haa…boy..y-yn….” His body shook like crazy when he came on his pillow like never before. He was panting like a dog feeling lazy about cleaning up.

He sat up and looked at the mess he made before sighing and throwing the whole pillow away.

Now he can’t even look at yn’s face at all. Cause he gets reminded of what he did that night, it’s not like he’s guilty or anything he genuinely just might go red..

Well he got closer to yn, always being around each other, doing the same things everyday. It was a routine they both loved.

Gojo grew to genuinely feel attracted to yn, he loved his personality and looks. He’s not scared of homophobia or anything I mean he’s the strongest guy alive, what’s there to be afraid of?

They went out drinking one night and since Gojo is obviously, a light weight, he got drunk pretty fucking fast. He tried to keep up with yn but ended up getting himself fucked up instead.

Yn was dragging Gojo back to his house and lied him on his bed getting him some water.

“Satoru, drink” He sat the white haired male up and handed him the drink.

“N…no it’s too hic h..hot..” He pushed the drink away and tried to take his shirt off but yn stopped him.

“‘Toru- if you’re hot maybe you should take this fucking..blindfold off” yn slid the cloth off Satoru’s head and his eyes widened at this guys eyes…

“Your eyes…” He whispered pushing some hair out of Gojo’s face who blushed looking into yn’s hues.

“They’re gorgeous..” He smiled making Gojo’s insides spin.

“Take my..c-clothes o hic off…” He whined successfully pulling his shirt off leaving him only in his pants. Yn scoffed and grabbed Gojo’s jaw forcing him to look at him.

“Drink…the water.” Yn held the bottle of water up to Gojo’s lips who pulled away and tapped yn’s lips.

“No, you drink..”

‘Tsk’ yn filled his mouth with water and kissed Gojo with tongue allowing the water to go into the others mouth.

Gojo wrapped his arms around yn’s neck and didn’t let go of the kiss. Exploring the guys mouth.

Gojo moaned into the kiss and bit yn’s lip who quickly pulled away.

“Satoru you’re- drunk. No more kissing..just drink the water.”

Gojo again protests but yn forces him to open his mouth and shoves water down his throat getting it everywhere on his body and face.

“Ugh..I’m all wet y-yn…’nd it’s y-your f..fault hic” yn looked away blushing. He flinched when Gojo lied him flat on the bed and straddled him.

There was a big mirror facing the bed and Gojo could see himself. He shuffled before sighing and just knocking out on top of yn.

Next morning he freaks out, stuck in yn’s embrace.

“you good?” yn checked.

“Feel….like shit.” Gojo grumbled trying to hide how red his face was.

“Since you’re sober…wanna fuck?”

Gojo’s beautiful eyes widened.

—

“AGH- UGH MMM!~” Gojo screamed arching his back while watching himself in the mirror get fucked like a slut.

Yn’s hips pounded into Gojo’s ass, the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with the sweet smell of sex.

“Gosh…look at you..taking my cock so well~ your virgin boy pussy isn’t complaining about it at all..~” yn smirked devilishly grabbing Gojo’s hair and forcing him to look at himself in the mirror.

“‘s t-too much!~ co-ck sho’ b..big..” he moaned as yn let go of his hair.

“I should put your fuckin’ mouth to work..” yn shoved his fingers into Gojo’s mouth, having him gag and choke on his fingers.

“Goood boy~ you’re my good little whore aren’t you Satoru..?~” Gojo smiled and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“‘m your g-good..boy..! All yourz..~” He screamed and shook violently as he came so hard all over the sheets.

“Hah- first time and you’re already a fucked out mess!” Yn laughed watching Gojo’s face contort at the overstimulation of his prostate still getting abused.

When they finished, Gojo’s body was completely weak. It hurt and he couldn’t even stand up. Good thing he didn’t really need to, yn doing basically everything for him.

He cleaned the male up nicely, tucked him into bed and cuddled.

Gojo is having trouble walking as of lately.

i have a million fics of this man i need him butt booty naked

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lilac-5ky · 6 months

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i wanna tie the knot (Satoru xFem!Reader)

Chapter 1: Forget me not

Story Masterlist | Masterlist | Requests | AO3

Plot: Your boyfriend takes you on a romantic getaway that will potentially change the rest of your lives.

Themes: MDNI, Established Relationship, Vacation, Teasing, Bickering, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Comedy, Onsen Smut, Sensory Deprivation (bondage and blindfolds), Breeding Kink, Oral (f. receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Yukatas, Snarky!Fem!Reader who is done with Gojo's Shenanigans but loves him regardless, Soft!Dom Gojo, Unsolicited Digimon References, and Bucketloads of Pet Names (baby, princess, bunny, honeypie, sugarplum, and every other food nickname you can think of)

Word Count: 13.3k (i was inspired, sue me. rest of it will be smaller. i think.)

check a/n at the bottom

“Last one up the hill is a loser!” Those were the parting words you left your boyfriend with before you shot in the direction of the fields, wind in your hair and pollen in the air, Satoru’s voice barely audible over the light chuckle you shed behind.

You sprint across a sea of flowers in every shape, hue, and kind—from exuberant red poppies to bashful pink asters—spanning as far as the eye can see. You want nothing more than to spare a moment and halt; breathe into the combined aroma of the autumn blossoms before winter hushes them for good, but you can’t. The faster you run, the smaller his head becomes, until it’s a mere blotch of white on the faraway horizon.

You rest assured in your victory, a breathless smile forming on your lips as you reach the top. You glance over your shoulder, confident that the man who minutes ago (literally) flew you to Ikoma on another of his spontaneous 2-day trips is still there, lamenting ever giving you a headstart. However, no matter how hard you squint, you cannot seem to find him.

“What are we looking at?” A low-pitched voice scares the wits out of you, hummed near the shell of your ear in a way that’s exclusive to the cheeky tone it carries.

“S-Satoru!” You yelp, almost throwing yourself down the stiff slope.

“Satoru?” The man in question repeats his own name, cocking his head to the side with genuine curiosity. “I don’t know anyone by that name.”

“What are you—”

“I only know of a winner,” he points at his chest, successfully diverting your attention from the hand that rises to flick your forehead with such force that you stagger backward.

Both your fall and his punchline are postponed, one awaiting the other while you’re left floating mid-air, the infinity between your head and his boot serving as a safety net.

“And a loser.” Satoru concludes, his grin as bright as day, when he retracts his foot and lets you plummet into the fluffy flowerbed.

In the time it takes for you to blow a tuft of hair from your eyes and prop yourself onto your elbows, Satoru’s already taken his phone out and snapped as many pictures as humanely possible. You aren’t fazed. You’re used to his constant leg-pulling, as well as his 8895-picture collection of funny faces you’ve made over the course of your 7-year relationship.

Definitely in the 9000s now.

“Most guys would help their girlfriend up instead of calling her a loser.” You frown.

“Most guys wouldn’t date a slowpoke.” He gleefully chimes, zooming in on your face. “Come on. Smiiile.”

You poke your tongue out, and he snaps what is hopefully the last embarrassing frame of the day. Your frown resumes, downturned mouth and eyes narrowed at the wonderful azure sky.

“Good enough. Here, here.” He offers you his hand. “Don’t go crying on me.”

You accept only to give him a taste of his own medicine as you lock fingers and drag him down. He shouldn’t fall, but he does so anyway, collapsing beside you in a bundle of ridiculously long limbs he either sorts behind his head or splays on the grass surrounding him.

“Can’t believe you actually got me.” Satoru says in a pouty voice that goes against the complacent smile sitting on his lips. Idiot. “Woah, the view is much prettier from down here!” He marvels at the drifting clouds, pointing at one that resembles a duck. “Is this what it feels like to be you?”

You could do without his unnecessary comments spoiling the mood, but you’re willing to overlook them for the sake of your trip. With how hectic these past three weeks were—orchestrated curse attacks ping-ponging both him and his students across Tokyo—you doubted you’d have a moment to yourselves for the remainder of the year.

But keeping him on his toes is too much fun to pass up.

“You’d be more likeable if you weren’t such a showoff, Satoru.” You scoff, no malice whatsoever.

“Oh, really? ‘Cause I thought you liked me sooo much when you were going all oh, Satoru! Love it so much, Satoru! You’re the best, Satoru! Deeper, Satoru! Y-yes, just like that, ‘Toru last night.”

“Shut up!”

You plug his mouth with both hands, though that doesn’t discourage him from blabbing his version of last night’s events, perfectly replicating the breathy tone of your voice and the soft little moans you let out in between his frantic thrusts.

Your palms relocate to cover your ears, the bright color of your cheeks soon becoming a focal point for his mockery. Satoru plucks a crimson cosmos flower and holds it to your face, twirling it around until you rip it from his grasp. Regret washes over you as soon as you unfold your fingers and see the now-crumpled petals, a little piece of the universe laying lifeless in your palm.

“I’m surprised you can still see my face behind that thing.” You point at the dark fabric that conceals his eyes. “How many fingers am I holding up?” You wave your hand in his face, constantly alternating between the number of fingers you flex.

Satoru catches your wrist and decisively intertwines your fingers. “I see enough to know you look the cutest when you’re annoyed.”

“I’m not annoyed.” You declare.

“Are you sure?” His voice is deliberately sultry as he inches closer.

Flakes of color adorn his icy strands like confetti, a stark contrast to the murky blue of his two-piece uniform. You can feel his eyes—those lovely crystal orbs of his—burning holes through the blindfold to meet yours, and in this instant, when his minty breath ghosts over your lips and promises a kiss, you’re absolutely enamored by him.

That is, until he begins poking into your cheeks like a woodpecker, and your desire to strangle the life out of him overtakes the urge to give in.

“Okay! You did it! I’m—”

Before you can finish your sentence, his lips crash into yours, a stolen peck that lasts no longer than the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings, a soft fumble that leaves you craving for more. “Definitely annoyed.” Satoru flashes a boyish smile as he ruffles your hair and pulls you to your feet with him, his hand carrying you through a path of marigolds.

“Can you… just… slow… down?” You pant out, struggling to follow after his long strides.

But he doesn’t falter.

“Better get moving before you evolve into a Slowbro.” He sing-songs.

“Knock it off! I’m at least Jigglypuff tier.”

“Hmm,” he considers out loud. “I wouldn’t go as far as to call you useless, but—”

“Satoru!” You protest. “And I thought you liked Digimon.”

“Doesn’t hurt to know about the cheaper rip-off.”

“Pretty sure that’d be Digimon.”

“And I’m pretty sure even a regular Greymon beats your mascot into a pulp.” He beams.

Sigh.

You roll your eyes, letting him argue with himself about Digimon’s supremacy, until you reach a pool of flowers—myriad befallen fragments of the sky reflecting the vibrant blue of his eyes. You break free from his grasp and kneel among the blossoms, your fingertips skimming across the pointed petals with great care.

“Oh my God, Satoru! You know what this is?”

“Flowers…?” He changes his answer to pretty flowers upon your glaring.

“It’s forget-me-nots!”

The name doesn’t seem to ring a bell. He looks at you with the stupefied expression of a cattle who only knows how to moo and eat grass, invisible question marks spawning around his head.

“Their blooming period ends in May,” you explain. “Can’t believe we’d find some in October, and these—” You chop one of the stems and extend it to him. “These are so beautiful.”

Satoru glances between the flowers and your impressionable eyes, in which tiny stars seem to twinkle, his tone serious as he points out, “You must really love me.”

Your mouth hangs while you mull over your own words. Nope. Nothing you said remotely hints at the conclusion he alone reached.

“About time you showed me some respect.” Satoru huffs. “Don’t know about the royalty part, but—ah, it really can’t be helped. I’ll accept them if you insist.”

“Hold on a second.” His fingers close around a fistful of nothing as you retract your hand. “What respect, what royalty are you talking about?”

“Hm? You really don’t know?” You shake your head, and he brings out his phone, trading it for the flowers. “Says it all riiiight here.” He taps at the wall of text that lights up his screen.

Forget-me-not, also known as Myosotis flower, represents true love and respect and is an indisputable symbol of royalty. To King Henry IV—

“Tsk, these don’t even smell.” Satoru exclaims once he presses them to his nose.

“Not all flowers smell.” You turn off the screen and hand his phone back to him. “Your ability to google stuff and sell it as common trivia never ceases to amaze me.”

He lowers the stem to his lap and looks at you. Or so you think. You really can’t tell when he’s wearing that thing. “And? What do you make of it?”

“You just want to hear me say it, don’t you?” Your hands slide across his shoulders, fingers knitting behind his neck. “I love you, you silly, goofy, pervert specimen of a man.” You smile softly. “And I do respect you—sometimes—but best case scenario, you become prime minister. Better get that royalty idea out of your brain.”

“Not even if a mysterious big-scale accident takes all royalty on this planet out?” Satoru quips.

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me already.”

The sharp edges of his grin dissolve as he tilts his head enough for your lips to meet, tentative flicks of his tongue granting him access to your mouth. You feel the hard press of his chest once his arm wraps around your waist, nullifying the barriers that stand between you and the resounding beating of his heart.

There’s no innate technique in the way he touches; no immense amount of cursed energy in the way he kisses. None of the things that make him Gojo Satoru, the sorcerer who is hailed by all—and even himself—as the strongest are there. Only the raw vulnerability of a boy who’s used to carrying the order of the world on his shoulders and on a whim lets it crush him, because when he holds you, none of it seems to matter; because when he’s with you, he’s free to be Gojo Satoru and no more than that.

You watch through heavy eyelashes as he breaks a small stalk and brings it to your hair, securely tucking the flowers behind your ear. Warmth spreads from his slender fingers to your already feverish complexion. His palm cups your cheek, thumb swiping along your jawline with a soft expression perched on his lips, and you find yourself falling in love with him all over again.

“You deserve some love too, my…” Satoru ponders for a second, eventually snapping his fingers, “little MegaDarknessBagramon.”

A chuckle gets caught in your nostrils. “Your what now?”

“MegaDarknessBagramon.” He repeats without stuttering. “Way better than your fairy balloon cat.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Why do I get the feeling you made this one up?”

“Did not! MegaDarknessBagramon is—hmph.”

You cut him off with a fond kiss on his agape lips. That’s the only way to truly shut him up. At least in public.

“We should get going. I wanna go sightseeing before nightfall.”

You wander through the city for hours upon hours, losing yourselves among the countless maple-strewn paths and quaint religious sites of the countryside. Ikoma is a quiet place. No matter how many pebbles you lift or castle ruins you peek under, you won’t find a speck of evil lurking beneath. It’s as if the land is at peace with itself, and the people who tend to it do so without any curse tainting their souls. For once, Satoru’s presence feels redundant.

His hand stays on you the entire time you stroll through the temples and marketplaces, be it as fingers that childishly swing your palm up and down—left and right—or as an arm draped over both your shoulders, stirring you in a different direction whenever his phone rings. And it does ring. A lot. So much that you actively consider flinging it at the bottom of the Sunoura River.

The conversations are rather one-sided. Satoru mhms and uh-uhs his way out of everything the voices on the other line suggest, his expression contorting all the while he mocks Nanami’s grave tone, Yaga’s dismay, and Ijichi’s apprehension. He tries his best to keep you involved—putting Megumi on speaker while the boy informs him of how Nobara gave Yuji a concussion when she mistook him for a pickpocket—and presses playful kisses on your cheek when you unwittingly pout at his neglect.

This is the one drawback of dating such a sought-after man. You have to share him with the rest of the world, and even though you know exactly how many livelihoods depend on him, you selfishly want your boyfriend to yourself.

After his sixth answered call, something inside you snaps. You shake his hand off—he barely pays mind—and fish your phone out of your jacket, dialing the first number in your contact list. My Noodle Man. With a heart emoticon, he, himself, input. Still better than the long array of toothachingly sweet nicknames he’s come up with for you over the years.

Drawing the device away from his ear, Satoru glances at the incoming caller ID and shoots you what ought to be a perplexed look.

“Pick it up!” You mouth the words without voicing them.

The world comes to a standstill while you (presumably) stare into each other’s eyes. Star-shaped leaves rain down from the trees, a minor contribution to the red and gold garb that dresses the once pebbled pathway. It’s all too scenic—if one ignores the busy tone from his phone’s speaker, which echoes wide across the hollow forest, gracelessly interrupting Utahime’s incoherent squeaks.

Are you even listening? Gojo?

“Mhm!” He breaks into an awkward chuckle. “Sounds good to me.”

What? What are you on about, you white-haired swine?

“Hey, how ‘bout you hold onto that, and we talk about it when I return?”

You seriously doubt he knows what that and it are.

Satoru doesn’t leave Utahime the chance to reply, rushing through his words at the speed of light. “Okay, great! Gotta go now. Laterrr, bye, ciao, adieu!”

Don’t you dare hang—

“Too late for that.” He comments, an afterthought that doesn’t reach its target audience before fading into his next received call.

“Baby! How are you?” The grin on his lips is so blinding, you swear it accompanies a halo.

You draw a deep breath, fingernails digging sharply at the tender flesh on the inside of your palm. “Satoru.”

“What is it, baby?” He dares ask as if you haven’t been shooting daggers at him the entire time, arms folded over your chest and eyebrow trembling above your narrowed eye.

“Satoru, the fact that I can only speak to you through the phone is insane!” Your voice climbs up a whole octave over the final word, annoyance interlaced within your tone.

“Huh?” He smiles sheepishly, head drooping to his shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, I’m standing right in front of you, begging you for an ounce of attention, and you haven’t put the phone down for ten goddamn seconds since we left the shrine, which, by the way, happened two hours ago!”

His smile dwindles, and you worry you might’ve been too harsh. It’s not like he has a choice. Regular people get to dictate their own fate, filling up their plates with however many or few obligations and freedoms they can stomach. Not Satoru. His share of responsibility was assigned to him at birth, and as aloof as he can be, he’s not the type to let all hell break loose just yet.

“Hey, um—look. If you were busy, we could’ve just taken a rain check and stayed in town. You know I wouldn’t mind holing up at my place, ordering some Chinese, and frying our retinas with another movie marathon. No need to string each other along for—what are you doing?”

Without evidence of anyone or anything approaching, Satoru twists his neck in every direction possible, searching far and wide among the tree foliage and the water streaming on the sides of the walkway, going as far as to check the gap between his own legs. Instinctively, you repeat his routine, glancing over your shoulder when you realize he’s got his eyes on you—not on you, but through you.

“Are you sure you are here? Can’t see you.” Satoru brings the phone to his lips, executing an amateur’s set of jumping jacks while waving his hands around and shouting your name at the top of his lungs, doing his absolute best to appear clueless when he passes you by and uses your head like an armrest. “Don’t tell me you got out-heighted by the trees.”

Are you sure you want to permanently delete the contact My Noodle Man <;3?

Cancel

“I’m leaving.”

You manage exactly two steps before you are halted by two arms whose length smothers you—a proper vice that closes around your shoulders and immobilizes you against what feels like a colossal tree trunk but is your (occasionally) loving boyfriend’s chest.

“Let go, Satoru!” You try to shake him off, but your conviction is about as strong as the frail set of bones he aspires to crush.

“C’mon, you just got here!” Satoru begs, his mouth so close to your ear that you feel his voice shooting straight into your heart, goosebumps erupting down your spine. “Don’t leave, mm? Mm? Pleaaase?”

You groan, dragging your feet forward, but it’s impossible to progress when a well-over-six-foot boulder weighs you down. He’s viciously clinging onto you, nuzzling to your cheeks one at a time, and humming at every kiss he prints on your grimace. His frosty spikes tickle, softer than silk and fluffier than the clouds above.

Couldn’t he have been like this five minutes ago?

“Doesn’t matter if I’m here or not.” Bitterness pools in your mouth from where your teeth bite into your gums. Your voice faint. “You’ll be on your stupid phone, anyway.”

“Is that why you’re acting all upset? You want my attention?” The lack of answer prompts him to continue, a low chuckle setting the mood for what comes next.

“If you want my attention, then… all you have to do is ask for it.”

It’s at this point that you realize more than your upper bodies are touching, his knees slightly bent for his hips to press against your ass—and with them, you feel something else pressing too. Something that oughtn’t be there when all you’ve been doing is bickering and fooling around with each other.

You gulp hard, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Satoru. His head rests fully upon the elbow on your shoulder, covered eyes definitely taking in the blush that’s become somewhat of a second nature since you got together. He’s effortlessly seductive, and you’re thankful for both his typically childish demeanor and the blindfold around his forehead, or else you’d be in big trouble denying him.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe what?” Satoru coos in a condescending tone.

You try to look away, but he won’t let you, jaw tilting atop his other arm. There’s no hiding from him, and the stupidly smug smile that begs you to erase it.

“…yes.”

“Yes what? Cheating won’t do. You need to say it.”

“That’s rich coming from the guy who won by teleporting to the finish line,” you mumble.

He doesn’t yield, and you know you’re going to be stuck there for a long time unless you stroke his ego. “Fine. Please gimme your undivided attention, oh grand sorcerer, Gojo Satoru.”

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He croons contentedly. “Now, how much do you want it?”

“I changed my mind. I want a divorce.”

“We need to first be married in order to divorce.” He points out, rubbing salt in your wound like your next reply won’t be “You’re the one who refuses to settle down,” but it’s not. Just this once, you bite back your tongue.

Your restraints loosen as Satoru shakes his phone into your face, demonstrating how the device turns off with a click of his thumb. An airy laughter rings in your ears, and just like that, he reverts to the kind of man who giggles at knock-knock jokes and thinks it’s peak comedy when he mixes gummy worms in your cereal.

“No more calls!” He declares. “For a limited time only, strongest sorcerer Gojo Satoru is at your service.”

You snort, fighting back a smile that ends up crinkling around your eyes. “You make it sound like you’re a genie.”

“Hmm, you could always try rubbing me and see what happens. Might grant you a wish or two.”

You laugh at his attempt to flirt, trying and mostly failing to distract yourself from what was previously pushing against your body. It should embarrass you that two of your two wishes are sexual in nature, but that’s entirely on him, his innuendos, and the raw lust you’ve missed seeing transform his eyes from the sparkling color of the sea to one found a thousand meters under the surface.

Maybe three.

“Where’s the catch?”

“What catch?” He chirps.

“I know you, ‘Toru. With you, there’s always a catch.”

One moment you feel his breath on your skin, and the other you see him standing before you, his arms flexing behind his torso while he tips forward—a toothy grin stretching on his lips.

“Well, a fee is always due where there are services involved.” He takes a page from Mei’s book.

“The Gojo family vault running out of cash, so you lookin’ to extort your girlfriend?” You quip. “Go on. Name your price.”

“Oh, y’know.” His shoe traces a circle on the ground. “Just you saying what an amazing, handsome, charming, wonderful, funny, kind, and handsome boyfriend you have for the world to hear.”

You browse the acres of trees surrounding you; there is not a soul to be seen or heard within a close radius. What world?

“You said handsome twice.”

“Intentionally.” He deadpans.

You return his playfulness by saying he forgot to add infuriating to the list, even though you’ve already decided to humor him. Cute is more like it.

“My boyfriend is the most—”

“Does your boyfriend have no name? Take it from the top.”

You sigh, “My boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, is the most amazing, handsome, wonderful—”

“Ah-ah-ah!” Satoru intervenes, raising his forefinger in objection. “Forgot charming!”

Your teeth clatter, gritting a growl.

“Only one life left. Better get it right this time or,” he draws an imaginary line across his neck, faking a choking sound as he’s supposedly decapitated.

With both hands around your mouth, you shape a cone and shout so loudly that countless birds betray their hiding spots between the tree branches as they pour out into the sky. “My boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, is the most amazing, handsome, charming, wonderful, funny, kind, and handsome again, boyfriend in existence who totally didn’t put me up to this!” In a quiet voice, “Happy now?”

“Full marks!” He gleefully shoves a thumbs up in your face. “Now I’m all yours and will be for the rest of the night. Feel free to make the best of me while you can.”

“Then, can I get my first wish granted now, Mr. Genie?”

“What is it?”

He stands still as you bring your hands to his face and cup his cheeks, fingers teasing the seams of his blindfold. “Lemme see your eyes.”

“Hmm? You wanna see them? Why—you missed them?”

A nod. “Don’t put me through that same speech again. They are pretty, and yes, I miss them. We haven’t been seeing each other as often, so. C’mon. Lemme see them.”

You try to lower the fabric, but the harder you pull, the more it seems to resist. “Satoru…?”

“Mm?” He licks his lips. “What is it, sugarplum?”

Your eyes roll so far back into your skull that you’re afraid they’ll slip down your esophagus. “I said, I wanna see your eyes. May I?”

He cocks his head in consideration, entertaining an affectionate smile before he denies you with a cheeky little nope!

“Why not?”

This is the first time he denies you.

“For a multitude of reasons.” He states wryly. Uncharacteristically for him.

You wait for an explanation—a slight opening between his lips. His tongue lays flat against his teeth, darting upward as if he’ll finally say something, but he doesn’t. This happens about four times before he sternly announces, “The sun.”

“The sun…?” You glance at the sky, a veil of darkness slowly descending upon the peachy gradients of the melting clouds. “You mean the one that just set?”

“I wasn’t done talking. My other reason is…” He motions for you to get closer. You lean in as instructed, patiently hanging on his lips as if he is about to open the envelope and reveal the name of a talent show winner, yet his answer isn’t any more satisfying than the previous one is. “The people.”

“Satoru, we haven’t seen a live human in over an hour. What are you talking about? And since when were others an issue?”

“You don’t know what it feels like to be me!” Satoru exclaims in an exaggerated tone as he shakes your hands off and turns in the opposite direction. “Having everyone stare at you wherever you go, people asking, Sensei, please! We need to see your wonderful eyes! and getting called Six Eyes like you’re a piece of meat. Should’ve known you wouldn’t be any better than them, Y/N.”

You blink a number of times, “stunned” being too little of a word to describe your surprise at his sudden burst. He always had a knack for the dramatic, but with the way the back of his palm is pressed against his forehead, he’s closer to an Academy Award than ever.

“Satoru.” Your hand moves to his shoulder without ever closing the distance. Damn infinity. “What is up with you today?” You ask half-jokingly, half-concerned. “Acting insecure; you are the one who doesn’t miss the chance to show your eyes off to everyone, and when I ask you to show them, you pull this—why?”

“It’s because I only have eyes for you.” He smirks full of confidence, roughing up your hair and then bringing his thumb below your chin, holding it up for a kiss. You don’t even stop him. Hell, you don’t even close your eyes. You are too baffled to.

You regain agency over your words only after he starts parading away from you, his feet spending more time in the air than they do on land. “Hey, wait! What was that? What does you having eyes only for me have to do with anything?”

His chuckle precedes his answer. “You’ll see when we reach the inn. Last down the foothills is a double loser!”

“Ahhh, that was soooo good! I feel—ugh, reborn!”

Satoru’s joints click as he stretches both arms behind his back and over his head, the striped sleeves of his gray-colored yukata rolling down his elbows. He doesn’t mind that he’s blocking the doorway or that the long face you’ve been sporting since you parted at the lobby threatens to hit the floor at his theatrics.

Your onsen experiences differed by miles. While he was off soaking and splashing by himself at the vacant men’s baths, you were forced to endure 45 excruciating minutes in the company of a group of bachelorettes who wouldn’t shut up about the “dreamy masked man” who booked the single most expensive suite in the compound, rewriting his life story with lewd fantasies that—for as long as you could help it—would remain as such. Unrealized.

“The temperature was just perfect, the right amount of hot without scorching, and the minerals already circulate through my bloodstr—ouch!”

You shove past him and his impromptu review of the hot springs, temporarily giving up on the blockbuster that your mind crafts—Blood Bath: Revenge of the Hot Spring Killer 2—in favor of a spot where you can drop off your toiletries.

The room, or rather, the rooms, are vast in space and rich in furnishing. Opaque sliding doors separate the main area from the wardrobe and the bathroom, drawn to provide a direct view of the ryokan’s rock garden. Tatami mat flooring is indiscriminately strewn, replaced by granite tiles around the indoor hot tub. Raised alcoves host colorful ikebana vases; a couple of ukiyo-e scrolls depicting Mount Yoshino hang from opposing sides on the walls. Lastly, futons are neatly spread in the far back, with a short-legged table spanning at the center of the sitting space.

Bingo.

You settle beside it, laying your belongings on the floor while scrutinizing the couple’s gift box on top, regional specialties packed beside a ceremonial tea set that bears the inn’s logo. You flip the box on its back and attempt to decipher the cursive letters just as Satoru steals it from your hands, wasting no time ripping through the luxurious wrapping paper and tossing a block of brown-colored kuzumochi in his mouth.

“Gotta mmph hring Hahami ‘n’ Meghumi ‘ere.” He refuses to keep his remarks (or food) in his mouth, flour dusting the corners of his lips. “That oughta brighten ‘em up.” He says once he swallows, bringing his cup of welcoming tea to his teeth and cringing away at the sheer bitterness of the matcha. “Bleugh, this tastes like poison!”

You break into a quiet chuckle as you scrub his chin, sleeve curled over your fist, and thumb running stray along his frown. Cute. No, beyond cute. Adorable.

“Don’t blame the tea when your blood type is caster sugar, Satoru.”

“But that’s the secret to my sweetness.” He quips, returning to his previous floured-lip state as he flings a second kuzumochi into his mouth, supposedly to wash the bitterness away. “Think they sell more of these in the gift shop?”

You roll your eyes, humoring him with a teasing sure.

Making it back to your spot, you down your share of matcha in one go, savoring the delightful tartness the beverage leaves on your tongue. “‘Tis not even that bad.” You comment, pouring yourself a refill.

A certain form of silence prevails over the space, during which words aren’t spoken but expressed through various hums of content, with Satoru loudly nibbling on his loot and you quietly sipping on your tea. Moonlight filters the atmosphere through the semi-transparent shoji doors, casting playful shadows that dance along the subtle movements of his fingers.

He’s the puppeteer, and you his devoted audience, easily convinced that there’s genuine mastery in the way he handles his instruments and earnestly keen on trying them out before their numbers are further decimated. A pinch is at the ready, your thumb and forefinger making strategic advances towards the box of delicacies when a counter-offering presents itself to your lips.

“Say ahhhh!” Satoru waves the kuzumochi in your face, your teeth losing to the speed of his fingers as he retracts his hand at the last minute. “C’mon, c’mon!” He giggles, again dangling the bait. “Open wider. Ahhh! Ahhh!”

Your nose scrunches up. You don’t trust his intentions, and you have every right not to, considering he makes you chase after the confectionery with an open mouth, utilizing his infinity to keep you at bay whenever you get remotely close to succeeding.

“Satoru!” You yelp unamused.

“Sorry, sorry!” His apology sounds the opposite of truthful. “Promise, that was the last time. One big ahhh f’me! Ahhh—c’mon, it’s really good! You won’t regret it.”

And it’s no surprise you come to immediately regret it, your tongue hanging loose from your mouth, barely connecting with the dessert before your aghast eyes witness it being devoured by him, so quickly that you lose the opportunity to protest.

There’s no one to blame but yourself, though that doesn’t stop you from pouncing and tackling him to the floor. Two fists grab at the lapels of his yukata, fingers curling around the fabric, while you violently shake him like an unresponsive vending machine, urging him to spit out your eaten cash.

Satoru snorts, and he chuckles, and he laughs, a boisterous symphony of sounds pitted against one another as he, himself, refuses to fight back, merely showcasing the empty contents of his mouth and baring his teeth into a haughty grin that agitates you even more.

“You need to step up your game, munchkin. Or else you’ll never get your prize.”

“And you need to stop tricking me every chance you get!” You hiss, a sigh casting your head backward as you swipe the hair from your forehead. “If you played a fair game, then maybe—just maybe—I would actually win!”

“Aww, baby.” A lofty purr makes you awfully aware of the fact that you’re still straddling him, knees planted on both sides of his hips and thighs squeezing tightly around his crotch. “That’s so cute! Thinking you could ever stand a chance against me.”

“I could!”

“Mm, I don’t think so.” Satoru’s palms glide along your curves, taking full advantage of the position to rub circles that spread over your ass and close around your thighs; slender fingers tantalizing as they ghost over your exposed skin. “I’m quite strong, in case you haven’t noticed.”

He makes you a living example of his words, giddily watching your self-control crumble when he forces you down against his body. A complacent smirk rises on his lips, countering the soft gasp that evades yours.

“See?” He chuckles. “Unmatched.”

“You’re quite annoying too.” You huff, biting your lips into a straight line while you deviate from staring at his face—a grave mistake.

All the wrestling has caused the lapels of his yukata to recede, the fabric so loose it barely counts as hiding a thing. Delicate collarbones pave the path toward his toned chest, rosy claw marks littering his creamy complexion (and it swells you with pride to know you’re the only one to have ever blemished his spotless body) down to the few unruly frosty hairs that span over his sculpted abdomen, and lead lower—much lower than your eyes can currently follow.

Goddamn it, Satoru.

“Is that why you’re grinding against me? Because I’m annoying you?”

His accusation makes your heart sink inside your chest as you are found guilty of a crime you unwittingly committed. Your hips were swaying back and forth against his hardened cock, guided by a firm grasp that failed to emulate the typically lazy manner with which he’d keep you anchored whenever you rode him.

(Aww, bunny. Keep bouncing like that, and you’ll hit your head. Me? Help? Don’t be silly. How you gonna grow stronger if I put in all the work, mm? Better be satisfied with what you have throbbing in ya already. Now, where were we? Right—Ijichi and his…)

Except you were in the middle of a fight, and you’re supposed to be holding a grudge that seems to matter less by the minute.

“Hey, baby?” His thumb harbors softness when he cups your cheek, candied voice flowing from pretty, pink lips that glisten under the pale moonlight. “Think you can be annoyed with your clothes off?”

You almost succumb to his will, the lines between vexation and lust becoming increasingly blurred as you try to get your point across a final time.

“Y’know, I too like sweets!” Your declaration practically melts into his touch. “Just because I let you do the honors doesn’t mean I don’t want to try some. It means I’m a better girlfriend than you.”

“No arguing here.” Satoru beams. “Don’t think I could be a better girlfriend if I tried.”

“Satoru!” You exclaim for the millionth time that day.

“Too early to be screaming my name.”

“I’m serious!”

“And I’m not?” He gasps, hand moving to his chest as if your words actually damaged his impenetrable ego. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. My girlie is such a meanie.”

Your eyes perform a semi-circle, knowing better than to venture beyond his neck. His face is cute, in that boyish way everyone swoons over, but his body is another story. The kind you read with the blinds lowered and the lights dim, colored cheeks, and giddy chuckles muffled by your bedding.

Sigh.

“How can I take you seriously when you say such things?”

“Never said you have to do it seriously. Just takin’ me is good enough.”

“Stop that!”

Swatting his hand from your face, you feel it join its twin behind your ass. You don’t want him to catch on to how affected you are simply by mounting him, but as your hips are forcibly rocked into his crotch, the wet patch your slick paints on his yukata reveals all that your tongue struggled to keep hidden.

“Jerk!”

Satoru grins, holding you tight against his lap as he sits the both of you up. Your noses are suddenly found brushing, and his lips expel a heavy breath your lips eagerly inhale, the proximity dizzying. “Maybe if I gave my girl some sugar, she’d turn sweeter.”

“Ugh, this is exactly what I meant!” You growl in frustration. “Satoru, I swear, if you use one more lame line on me, I’ll—”

Whatever was supposed to come next is drowned out by his tongue as it presses against your mouth, enticing your lips into an all-consuming kiss that threatens to eat you alive. Warm palms hook below your legs, turning scorching as they roll your yukata above your thighs and help secure your knees around his torso, caressing every inch of supple flesh they unveil.

You’re overcome by need in an instant, and judging from how ardently your boyfriend’s cupping your cheeks, as if he’s either trying to breathe life into you or suck it out of your lungs, it’s safe to say it goes both ways.

His cock rubs against your clit through his clothes. He’s so hard, and you are so wet that one thrust would be enough to sheathe him fully into your cunt and meld you into one. But that won’t do. If there’s one thing Satoru doesn’t rush, that’s the way he fucks. He wants to savor everything—every kiss, every touch, every whimper, every moan, every last drop of your essence that dribbles onto his fingers and drenches his tongue like the finest, most delectable nectar meant solely for him—before indulging the twitching sensation in his balls.

There’s no reason for today to be any different.

A string of saliva is cut in the middle as Satoru pulls away, your half drooling down your jaw and his collected by his tongue.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby! You were saying?” He coos in an awfully smug tone that barely registers over your incessant panting.

“Hm? Nothing? Thought so.” He deduces after turning his ear to your mouth, and for a second, you’re tempted to bite his earlobe right off.

But somehow you don’t, and in his book, that counts as obedience, which in turn qualifies for a reward.

He plants a kiss on your nose, tender enough to distract you from the no-good smirk plastered on his lips. “How about I do that other thing you asked for?”

Your mind traverses a foggy terrain. You’ve asked him for a lot of things in the recent past. Not overloading Aiko’s bowl with cat food the minute he sees it empty. Not surprise-hugging you when you’re walking alone at night and are unaware of his presence. Not rapping your morning routine to the tune of the hemorrhoid cream commercial. Not calling you munchkin or dwarf when it’s him who’s the long-lost descendant of the legendary tree people.

The list goes on and on with plenty of whimsical examples, and you realize, there are more things you’ve explicitly asked him not to do than do, with your one recurrent request being that he get you a ring made from neither fried dough nor grass blades.

“Close your eyes.” You do as you’re told, thinking you’re oh-so-clever when you try to peer at him through downcast eyelashes, only to be shot down by his technique. “Uh-uh! No peeking!” The last thing your eyes see before they’re covered by his left palm are two fingers that hook under his blindfold and tug it upward.

“Why the secrecy?” You ask impatiently. “Afraid I’ll be blinded by your beauty? Must I remind you I’ve seen you sleeping with your mouth open? The magic is gone.”

“Is it?” His chuckle louder than the elusive sound of his blindfold coming undone. “And here my eyes were thinking you’ve turned even more beautiful than the last time they saw you. How unfortunate.”

There’s a certain humility that comes with someone as ethereal as Gojo Satoru calling you beautiful to your face, but right now, your mind remains fixated on one word and one word only. Eyes. My eyes. His eyes.

“You took it off?” Excitement colors your tone. “Lemme see!”

“Baby, baby, baby.” Satoru playfully chides. “When will you learn to be patient, mm? Don’t you know that good things come to those who wait?”

Seven years is an awful long time to be waiting around.

Eventually, you feel his hand be drawn away, but before light can enter your eyelids, darkness engulfs them again. Cold satin now covers your brow, the kind of silky material you’ve previously only been able to experience via your fingertips as they yanked and hurled it across your bedroom walls.

“Tada!” The unmistakable sound of palms clasping. “You can open them now.”

“Satoru, what—what is this?” You mutter, tight-lipped, as if your ability to speak was also impaired. “I asked to see your eyes, not play suikawari.”

“Aw, shoot. Should I go ask for a watermelon?”

You sigh, fingers withdrawing into fists atop your thighs. You wonder how many years of jail time killing your boyfriend warrants, but then again, you doubt you’d possibly achieve what countless others have failed at.

“You wanted a rematch, didn’t you?” His hands move against your own, soft thumbs rolling reassuring circles around your wrists. He brings them to his lips, printing a kiss on each knuckle set. “Better strike while the iron’s hot. Besides, this game’s so easy, even you got a chance at winning,” he scoffs a laugh at how quick you’re to escape, pulling your hands back as if you were struck by an electric current. “All you hafta do is sit back and answer a few questions. Pretty easy, right?”

His voice rings close to your ear. You realize he’s in fact closer when he takes his affections to your cheeks, shamelessly bribing you with the sweetest kisses he can muster.

It’s working.

“I didn’t agree to this.” You state as his jaw perches on your shoulder, strong biceps caging your body while he reaches around your waist to undo the bow of your yukata.

“Really?” His breath travels south, hot steam depriving you of the opportunity to feel any real cold as you’re slowly stripped of your garments—and yet you still shudder when his lips close below your throat and suck onto your sweet spot. “‘Cause you seemed pretty agreeable when you were all ready to jump my bones a minute ago.”

“Th-that’s because—”

The fabric slides down your shoulders like butter, melting into the soft curves and pebbled peaks of your tits before it pools around your hips. His thighs tense up, blood rushing straight to his swollen cock head while he cradles you, eating you up with the eyes you so fondly reminisce.

“Aw, pumpkin! Won’t you look at that!” Your cheek is captured between his fingers, lightly pinched. “You’re blushing through the blindfold.”

You feel so vulnerable, and you aren’t sure whether that’s because you’re straddling your fully clothed boyfriend while being fully naked yourself or because everything around you is amplified, from the way his finger pads dance around your nipples, to the fruity shampoo remnants lingering in his tousled hair.

“‘Toru, I—”

You cut yourself off. You don’t want to be the kind of woman who has to beg her own boyfriend for dick.

“Will you still be blushing as I fuck your cute face?”

But you’re about to be.

“Hey, I was just joking!” Your hands are seized without accomplishing their goal of removing the blindfold. “Don’t want you losing before the game begins, do we?”

“‘Toru, just—I don’t care about any stupid games, okay?” You whine, voice purposely pathetic in case he feels generous enough to cave in. “I just want you. I need you. Please?”

“And you will have me, baby.” Satoru soothes, shifting both your hands to a single grip while he digs into the pile of clothes at your side. “A promise is a promise. I’ll pamper my precious girl to her heart’s content if that’s what she wants.” A string too thin to be a rope wraps around your wrists, piecing them together. “Love her all night long; teach her all the things she misses when her eyes are wide open. My sweet honeypie, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d also like it if you quit it with all those corny nicknames.” You answer, having absolutely no idea as to how the floor is replaced with the futon when you haven’t budged an inch. At least you think you haven’t.

“You love them.” The grin strong in his voice as he lays you down and climbs on top of you, pinning your bound wrists above your head. “Like you love me, my little sugarboo.”

“I’m rolling my eyes.”

“Wow, this early? Have barely touched you.”

“I’m rolling my eyes again!” You repeat at a higher volume.

“Of course you are. This isn’t too tight, is it?” A finger curls between your binds. You shake your head, and he pecks it, gently caressing your hair while situating his knee between your thighs, bouncing it against your pussy. “You’ll see, you’re gonna love every minute of this,” Satoru continues, his hand playful as his fingers toy with yours.

You have little to no agency over your body when Satoru lifts your leg and folds it onto your stomach, his lips held against yours and his tongue slotted in between. He kisses you slowly, like he has all the time to unravel you, and in a way, he does. He could stretch this moment to infinity, savoring your lips until they’re all swollen and coated with spit, his name replacing every word in your vocabulary while he wanders lower, dragging his warm mouth against your skin and smearing wet kisses down your tits.

“The mochi weren’t half as sweet as you,” he murmurs, soft lips clamping over your nipple, the suspicion of sharp teeth grazing the sensitive bud. “I’ll buy you some in the morning.”

“Y-you don’t need to,” you huff, your chest heaving with one heavy breath after another as he takes hold of your other nipple, alternating between pinching and rolling it around with his thumb, repeating the same ritual of licking and sucking as the nipple in his mouth changes.

“Mm, but I want to.” He insists. “I want to spoil my baby and give her everything she wants. I’d give her the world if I could.”

And yet, you won’t marry her.

His smile ghosts over your flesh, gradually fading as he approaches your navel. “But first, I need to fuck her pretty pussy, mm? That’s what my princess wants, doesn’t she?”

Reluctantly, you nod, a lump forming in your throat when his fingers find purchase beneath your thighs and spread them apart. His biceps curl around your calves as he mounts your knees on his shoulders, peppering your inner thighs with more featherlight kisses that continuously inch closer to your entrance.

He is so attentive when he wants to be, but in his core, Satoru is a selfish lover. He gives, and he gives, and he gives more than you can take, his satisfaction lying in your cute little moans and the tiny arch of your back whenever he pushes you to your limits.

“Thank you for the food!” He croons, and you swear to hate yourself for almost chuckling at his distasteful joke.

He was always like that, to the point where suggesting he bewitched you into falling for him isn’t an exaggeration so much as an undeniable reality. Him, who with his cheeky smiles, exaggerated gestures, and mirthful snickering, conquered your thoughts and claimed the mushy land of your brain as if it were the moon. Him, whose dimples crease around his lips every time you kiss and whose bright blue irises bloom behind your shut eyelids. Him, who’d remain the most extraordinarily beautiful person, even if your eyes never opened again.

Him, whose plump lips round around your clit as he finally takes it in his mouth, suckling on the small bundle of nerves as if he expects it to dissolve into liquid sugar.

“F-fuck!”

Your hips buck into his face, lifting from the covers while your hands maintain their position. If it weren’t for his stupid infinity, you’d be threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him as far into you as humanely possible, but for now, you can only chant his name, feeling his shoulders tense up while his hungry tongue runs laps between your slick folds.

“I’m so lucky you aren’t bound to a region. I’d have to stockpile on you every single day.” Satoru hums against your clit, the vibrations from his mellifluous tone translating into pleasurable tingles up your spine. “My favorite specialty,” he chuckles, sounding so lovable that you can’t hold it against him.

He doesn’t kid about you being like a dessert to him, his tongue greedily soaking up all the juices that gush from your hole right down his chin. He moans in pure delight, perhaps more than you do, the uninterrupted flow of compliments making you feel at least worthy of a Michelin star. So pretty. So sweet. So perfect. The same combination of words he’s been repeating since you first got together, as if his fascination never truly ran out.

The sounds get more salacious while he fucks his tongue into your entrance, and you throw your head back, feeling so unbelievably light that if it weren’t for his hold on your thighs, you would be floating straight to the ceiling. His thumbs stretch out your lips for him to reach deeper, pointy nose rubbing deliciously against your swollen clit while he persistently works your body to its high, making out with your nether lips like he’s kissing your actual mouth.

“Feels s-so good, ‘Toru,” you whimper, struggling to keep your legs from closing around his head.

“Yeah? Like that?” Satoru chuckles, and it would’ve pushed you over the edge if his tempo wasn’t disrupted. “I like it too. Love eating your little pussy. I can tell she loves me too, doesn’t she?”

You can’t believe that the man who’s making all the stars of the night sky appear in the confinement of your tied eyes is the very same man who’s addressing your pussy as a she.

“Hm? You’re hurting my feelings here.” He sounds pouty, though you can picture the sadistic glint in his eyes as his teeth sink into your clit, softly enough to not induce any pain, but hard enough to bring your hips to a stutter.

“Y-yes, she does—fuck, my pussy loves you, S-satoru!” You cry out.

“Hah, that’s more like it.”

Your voice shatters into a million broken sobs which only motivate Satoru to keep going. He nibbles on the sensitive nub, darted tongue inflicting short and rapid flicks that cut right through the coiling tension in your guts with precision that’s exclusive to him and the countless times he’s had you fall apart with his mouth alone.

Your fingers clench while your toes curl, thighs trembling as succulent juices spurt all over him, and, God—how you wish you could see his pretty face ruined like that.

“Mm, baby, you always cum so much for me.”

Without letting a drop go to waste, Satoru licks a luscious stripe between your slit, rolling your essence in his mouth to relish the taste.

“Y’know, I could just make time freeze and eat you out for hours. Days,” he lays a kiss on top of your mound. “Weeks,” one for every thigh. “Months,” his lips on your clit making you wince from pleasure. “Years.” He snickers, marveling at how easily you respond to his touch. “You’d want that, sweets? All that pleasure, just for you. Think you could take it?”

Not knowing better, you nod, and he laughs. You aren’t familiar enough with Jujutsu to be horrified by the prospect of reliving the same moment over and over again, literally getting fucked dumb in a way his technique has never achieved on another.

“Alright, time to turn off the cheats.” He announces after you manage to regain your breath, and it isn’t until his question that you’re reminded of the whole “game” ordeal.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“What?” Your voice scratches its way out of your throat, coarse and laden with desire.

“You asked me the same question earlier, remember?” His fingertips tickle as they drum against your stomach. “At the plateau?”

I’m surprised you can still see my face behind that thing. How many fingers am I holding up?

“The one you didn’t answer?”

“Four, five, two, four, one.” The number of fingers he presses on your skin changes depending on the number he calls. You’d be impressed if you’d actually kept track of the digits you’d shown him, and they weren’t picked at random.

“So, how many?”

You try to pull yourself together, calmly considering your options. He wouldn’t start with five or four. The first three numbers are more likely, and taking a leap of faith—

“One.” You lock in your answer, with an excitable cheer following suit.

“Wow, my girl is so smart!” Satoru praises. “Got it on her first try!”

“Quit treating me like I’m one of your students.”

“Oh, trust me.” He runs his middle finger down your abdomen, emphasizing his point with a tap on your clit. “I’d never treat any of my students the way I treat you. Or anyone else for that matter,” he trails off, gathering some of the slick that’s trickled out of your slit, and brings it into his mouth, finger coated with spit the next time he touches you.

“All of my special treatment is reserved for my special girl.”

His finger prods lazily into your cunt, thick enough for every ridge to be lusciously dragged against your velvety walls, and long enough to delve straight into your pulsing core.

To his disappointment, there isn’t much of a reaction—save for the occasional hitched breath. You can take it. For seven years now, you’ve been trained on his deft fingers and the many tricks they play, but when his thumb begins circling your clit in tandem with his thrusts, your facade cracks.

“Aw, you didn’t think it’d be this easy, did you, bunny?” Satoru coos in fake sympathy, as his thumb zigzags feverishly about your clit, the finger in your cunt curving in a repetitive come-hither motion.

“‘T-toru, please—ngh!” You whine, your lower half squirming on its own accord. “You said you’d let me win!”

“Let you?” A complacent smile takes shape on his face, and although you cannot see it, you can hear it chiming in his tone. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Y-you evil man!”

He giggles at your supposed insult, one moment asking if that’s the best you can do, and the next cheering you on by saying he’s rooting for you.

Asshole.

Heat runs rampant between the lowest pit in your stomach and the apex of your flushed cheeks, the blindfold soaking sweat off your forehead like a headband. You are close; pressure steadily building only to wither away once Satoru retracts his hand.

Asshole!

“Sorry, pretty. Got a little carried away, but no hard feelings, hm?” Your tormentor asks, rubbing your clit at a pace far too slow to be soothing. “Now, how many fingers am I holding up?”

“T-two.” You answer, your sanity chipping the longer your hole remains puckering around nothing.

“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!”

You kiss your teeth as Satoru angles his wrist with your pussy and shoves two of his fingers in, curling them against the spongy spot that swells with each pump, and when that isn’t enough to muffle your cries, you bite down onto your lip, choking on every sob you’ve been withholding. Last thing you want is to give your next-room neighbors another reason to fantasize about your boyfriend.

“It’s fine. You can let it all out.” Satoru reads your mind. “Room’s soundproof, though there isn’t much you can say, right?”

Your walls flutter around his fingers in utter bliss. You hate (love) how his words get to your body before your brain can process them; every remark you’d typically deflect, seeping under your skin and igniting as fire in your loins.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckles, maintaining a steady rhythm even with his thumb swiping at your clit. “I’ll be the one doing all the talking from now on.”

“Sh-shut up!” You manage to say before returning to your three-word prayer of little oh-my-god’s and ah-ah-ah’s.

“But you love my mouth.” Satoru argues back. “And now you love my fingers. How long they feel stretching you out, how deep they can go.”

He’s buried to his knuckles, slowing down for the sake of plunging his digits further into your wet cunt, the lewd squelching bouncing across the walls along with the obscene sounds you let out.

“You’re practically fucking yourself on them.”

Your boyfriend’s words cloud your brain, your body acting purely on instinct as you begin to hump his hand. Satoru doesn’t stand in the way; rather, he assists with a sturdy hold that has your hips slamming against his fingers, repeating the motion until your creamy essence comes pouring down warmly over his palm.

You aren’t sure whether the white speckles in your vision stem from the gates of heaven welcoming you to the other side or the light fixtures on the ceiling, becoming certain only after the outline of a halo brushes against your forehead. It’s hard to call the man slumped above you an angel when his one hand is cupping your cunt, the fingers of the other tasked with undoing the knot around your wrists.

You are free to move—or about as free as one can be when every joint in their body begs to drag them down, your limbs strewn over the sheets like those of a tattered rag doll. The blindfold is still on, albeit slightly lowered over your nose. A little more wriggling and you can take it off, yet that too requires effort you lack.

Satoru says something that fails to register in your trance. He’s mocking you. He’s praising you. He’s mocking you while praising you, and praising you while mocking you, because those two go hand in hand in his brain—a proper carrot and stick. You think you should be thanking him or cursing him, but your words turn out a jumbled mess—nothing worth writing home about.

“Ready for the final round?” His voice finally conquers the ambient—heavy, almost as though his own ministrations have worn him out, and distorted by every prolonged inhale and sharp exhale he takes.

“Do I have a choice?” You provoke.

“Sure you do. Just—hah, not when it comes to this.”

A low fuck evades him, and you are oblivious to the way he’s been fisting his cock this entire time, smearing your slick over his length and squeezing the reddened tip in the ring shaped by his thumb and index, biting onto his tongue whenever your name comes remotely close to spilling from his lips. Only he knows the endurance he’s shown keeping himself from busting in his hand at the sight of your fucked-out form, trembling thighs calling to him in a carnal manner your lips could never muster.

You look ravishing, and ravishing you is all he aches to do.

“How many—” Satoru begins, only to be cut off with a croaked three that jumps an octave the moment his fat tip prods into your folds. “Three?” His fingers burrow into the supple flesh of your thighs as he splays your legs over his bare chest. “Could’ve sworn it was at least eight. Guess I need to make it go a bit deeper, huh?”

His lips lay soft against your ankle, trailing honeyed kisses down the expanse of skin that lose finesse once they near the crevice of your knee. An idea blinks in his brain as he grabs your thigh and presses it down against your stomach, repeating the same pattern of tenderness on the other until you are folded in half.

He stares down at you, and for a moment, that’s all he does. His eyes—the prized six eyes that are the very synonym for quintessence—well with adoration over the point where your bodies connect, the tight fit of your cunt prompting him to lose control and fuck an entire generation of sorcerers into you.

All in good time.

A quiet whisper reminds Satoru of his promise, hips drawing back before they snap right into you, the crude sound of his balls slapping against your ass reverberating across the room. You moan in unison, your fists thudding against the floor as his thrusts send you flying past the covers.

It’s too much. It’s too little. You want less. You want more. Your desires bend and twist around one another like indecisive vines, settling on a direction only after he leans forward and fixes the cushions behind your head.

“Congratulations.” The gentle action of his hand combing through your hair contradicts the cock throbbing inside your pussy. “To think my baby would make me eat my own words—well; I can get behind dating a winner. Especially when they’re as beautiful as you.”

“S-satoru!”

You look away—if resting your flushed cheek on the significantly colder pillow and fixing your gaze at whatever lies beyond the blindfold counts as looking—the sincerity in his words moving you more than it should.

“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you are embarrassed.” Satoru chuckles, punctuating his own question with a sensual roll of his hips that drags against your clit, coaxing the tiniest of moans to slip from your pursed lips.

“Hmm, is it because I called you beautiful?” He leans onto his elbow, relying on the weight of his chest to keep you pinned down. “Nah, can’t be it. I call you beautiful on a daily basis, don’t I? Then—hmm—is it ‘cause I’m so nice to you? Because I’m the best boyfriend you could ask for?”

“Q-quit it with all that self affirm—oh my god!”

Tears prickle your eyelash line at the familiar way his cock glides between your walls. He’s in so deep, relaxed thrusts pushing against your abdomen from the inside, with your cervix serving as the last line of defense for your merge, gallantly bearing every kiss his tip prints on your core.

“C’mooon, you gotta help me out. I’m all outta guesses here.” Satoru whines in your ear, his voice a pitch too high. “Is it because you can’t see me? Because this feels so good? Or because,” his hand sneaks between your bodies to work languid circles around your clit, “you just love me that much?”

“Aw, so that’s what it was?” He interprets the clenching of your pussy as he wills. For once he isn’t off the mark. “Okay, look at me.”

Even when you weren’t embarrassed before, you are about to be as heat pools in your stomach anew, threatening to make your score three to zero. You feel yourself turning liquid, dissolving between ripples of pleasure, drowning in you and drowning in him, and he’s both the riptide pulling you in as he’s the lifeline washing you ashore, the salty tang of the sea clinging to the fingers fumbling about your chin.

“I said, look at me.” His tone serious this time.

Every sense of yours is held captive as Satoru’s lips finally smash into yours, the taste of your essence refusing to die out no matter how many times your tongues swirl around each other. Your breathy moans are traded for his needy grunts, compiling into a broken record that plays sinfully in your ears, the whiff of sex lingering potent in the thick air between you.

He doesn’t fuck into you so much as he grinds against you, allowing you to grab at his biceps when your legs start to shake, the white clouds in your peripheral dispersing behind the sky blue of his eyes, placid orbs electrified by lust.

“Hi,” Satoru greets with an amiable smile, the blindfold dangling from around his forefinger.

“H-hi,” you return, your palms creeping up his face as if to appraise it, soft thumbs pushing the dampened strands away from his forehead, a thirst within you at last quenched.

“It’s-a me.” He says stupidly, basking in the affectionate way you cradle him.

“If you crack a Mario joke I’ll kick you in the nuts.” You warn.

“Oh no! How dare you genocide my children?” He gasps, and you can’t help but chuckle, eliciting a moan from him as your walls tighten around his cock. “M-minus one Gojo junior.”

Another laugh. Another moan. Another kiss.

“Would you put a baby into me if I didn’t?” You trace against his lips, uncertain of the answer you want to hear.

There’s no reason to be discussing having kids when you haven’t even tied the knot, let alone when more qualified candidates exist to continue his clan’s lineage. Maybe Shoko—she and Satoru have always been close, and a healing technique sounds like a valuable inheritance. Utahime—you aren’t sure what her abilities are, but they too go back. Even Mei, her family have a sizable fortune, and their genes combined would—

Mischief sparks in his eyes, tugging at the corners of his mouth and spreading to your lips as he kisses you—not his close friend, not his self-declared nemesis, and certainly not his senior. Just plain old you.

“If that’s what the future Mrs. Gojo wants, then—”

“What do you—”

Before your questions can manifest, Satoru picks up a tempo that knocks the air out of your lungs and the thoughts out of your mind. Big palms wrap your knees around his torso, sculpted pecs smothering your plushy tits while he vigorously drills his cock into your sopping cunt, having the nerve to laugh at your whimpers in between strangled noises of his own.

“You feel so good f’me, baby. S-so fucking good, aren’t you? My good—nah, my perfect girl. Our kids will be perfect too. G-gonna have lots of ‘em, mm? Gonna-fuck, gimme a whole class to teach, right?” He blabs deliriously, broad shoulders flexing as your nails rake them.

You want that. Everything he’s willing to offer, a future where his last name precedes your first, and chubby babies that bear his disposition, his ideals, and his smiles follow on your trail like little disoriented ducklings; one where he’s your husband, and you’re his wife, and you’re tied to each other for life.

Satoru’s lips drift toward your neck, biting sloppy marks that have you writhing below him. And when his cock hits that one spot inside of you, the one he’s been abusing all night long like a kid with a brand new toy on Christmas Eve, “Oh my God—G-god, p-please j-just like that, shit shit f-fuck!”

“Why bring religion into this?” He mumbles, voice inadvertently sultry and cumbered with every bit of self-restraint he showed before entering this frenzy where his climax is the only thing that matters. “Just—hah, say my name. Let the heavens know who helped you ascend them.”

The next time your eyes meet, he’s grinning, pink lips bitten cherry red, and he’s pretty; so pretty; too pretty.

“C-can’t say th-things like that!” You struggle to maintain control over your bobbing head.

“Why not? Your little heart can’t handle it?”

“Sh-shut up, dumbass!”

His eyebrows unite amid his forehead, even his frown attractive.

“That’s not my name.”

“S-stupid!” You yelp, mainly addressing the myriad stupid butterflies that chose to swarm your stupid stomach at his stupid commentary.

“Mmm, I think you’re the one getting fucked stupid here, sugarplum.”

Satoru zooms on into your lips, playfully swiping his tongue in between. You can’t cum any more; it’s physically impossible. You think. But “impossible” isn’t a word in his vocabulary; every snap of his hips causes you to ride on a rollercoaster with no end-destination, only a consistent state of newer highs.

“S-satoru.” His name rolling off your tongue works like a charm, the rhythm of his thrusts slowing down as he presses your foreheads together.

“Again?” He pleads. Quietly. A pin capable of overshadowing his tone.

“‘Toru.” Two smiles turn into one. “My ‘Toru.”

“More.”

There’s not a single gap between your bodies; every piece of him fits into every piece of you like a puzzle, but somehow he seems to get closer, squeezing into your hips a little tighter and kissing your lips a little rougher.

His heart beats wildly against his chest, red leaking onto his cheeks and blue spilling from the ocean in his eyes. He looks at you with love—so much love that it’s seared into your very being and becomes your own identity as the only woman Gojo Satoru ever truly, madly, deeply loved.

“I love you, ‘Toru.”

It’s the combination of those four little words that pushes Satoru over the edge, his hips jerking violently while his cock pumps ropes upon ropes of creamy cum inside your spent pussy, filling you up until you can’t be filled any more.

He collapses on top of you, head reduced into a fluffy snowball that takes refuge in the crook of your neck, and that’s your cue to hold him close, pampering him with all the affection you’re otherwise so frugal about. He’s touch-starved to the point of shaking in your embrace, nearly purring as your arms loop behind his back and your lips touch his shoulders, peppering incomplete kisses across his hot skin.

Your hands relocate to his cheeks as he regains enough composure to face you, an idiotically bright smile stretching from one ear to the other. He nuzzles your palms, pressing kisses at the center of each and then rubbing his nose against them like a content kitten who just received the world’s greatest belly rub.

Aiko should learn from him.

“I love you more, hunny bunny.” Satoru beams, soft rays of sunshine pouring from the cracks in his dimples. “Non-negotiable.”

You bask in the afterglow together, locking toes as if you’re trying to hold hands and making out like two teenagers in heat. Correction: two idiots in love.

Your so-called honeymoon period never ended, probably because you never ran out of things to love about each other. Right now, you’re loving how Satoru’s dick remains plugged inside your pussy despite its painful twitching, for the simple reason you asked him to stay like that a little longer.

You love how Satoru tries to keep his eyes open when you kiss just so you can appreciate them a while longer, and you love the light giggle that tickles your lips as you remind him that only sociopaths kiss with their eyes open.

You love the way Satoru buries his head between your tits and squeezes them against his cheeks, apologizing to his “girls” for not giving them the proper attention and promising expensive lingerie and whipped cream treatments when you get back to Tokyo.

You also love how when Satoru pulls out and sees the mess he made out of your hole, his seed rolling between your thighs in an endless stream, his first reaction is to grin, and his second is to teleport across the room, cleaning you up before you can realize he ever left. You love that the answer to the question “how?” is a cocky “because I’m Gojo Satoru,” which seems to be the answer to most things concerning him.

The list of things you love about your boyfriend grows exponentially after Satoru puts the two of you in bed and pulls you into his arms. You love his hugs. How you drown in them, how he engulfs you better than any dress, shirt, or skirt can. You love the comforting scent his pores exude and the temperature of his naked skin on yours.

You love the narrow hugs that date back to lazy mornings in your student one-bedroom apartment, splayed in a bed that could barely fit his enormous legs, and the wide, almost too comfortable ones you share in his king-sized bed. You love the silly, whiny tone that typically begs you to miss work and try to outlast eternity with him, now declaring it’s “sleepy time.”

You love the Satoru that chased after you until you loved him back, and the Satoru who patiently waits until your eyelids close first so you don’t go a minute without him.

“‘Toru?” You mumble into his chest, seconds before the last semblance of conscience fades away. “Did you turn it off? Your technique, I mean.”

“Did I?” Snowy lashes flutter slowly above his tired eyes. “Hmm, guess we’ll have to see in nine months.” Satoru kisses your forehead. “Goodnight, my little cuddle muffin.”

On second thought, there is one thing you hate about him.

“Goodnight, Gojo.”

“G-Gojo?! Hey, what happened to ‘Toru? Baby? I know you’re not sleeping—hey, wake up, I was just joking! Come on!”

43 Missed Calls—Principal Nanimon

You have 9 new voicemails.

Press play.

“Satoru!” The phone rattles in his grasp, nearly falling into the wooden plate splayed on his lap. “I think I told you to keep your phone on at all times! You are a sorcerer; show some responsib—”

“What is he going on about?” Satoru yawns, scratching the back of his head, and then scrolls to the next voicemail in line.

“Satoru! This is your final chance to answer before I—”

“Final my ass, there’s like—what, seven more of ‘ese?” He comments with a mouth full of fruit that the room service so kindly delivered a few minutes ago. Delicious. Another reason for him to drop a five-star review.

It’s no surprise when the third voicemail starts with the exact same enraged pronunciation of his name and continues with empty threats that want him scrubbing the entire school grounds. Yaga seems to have forgotten their teacher-student relationship ended a decade ago.

Neeeeeext.

“Satoru, I saw what Nanimon is, and I am not happy.”

“Oh? So he outgrew Windows XP?” He chuckles inaudibly.

Licking the sticky nectar off his fingers, Satoru pads toward the window, standing guard between the vicious sun rays and your sleeping form. You appear immune to Yaga’s ear-shattering voice, eyelids shut, and sheets kicked off your nude body, with your hair coiled around your head like a hornet’s nest.

Muffling the speaker with one hand, Satoru leans to untangle the hair from your open mouth. He thinks he might be partial to your charms, because even when he’s holding onto your spit-laced locks, he can only smile at how cute you are drooling in your sleep.

“Satoru? Satoru!” A voice far too guttural to be yours calls out to him, until he realizes Yaga’s voice has broken out of the voicemails.

“Principal Yaga!” Satoru greets once he puts some distance between himself and the bedding. “Good morn—”

“Satoru! What do you think you are doing not answering my calls?” The man fumes.

“Eating persimmons while watching my adorable girlfriend sleep,” he answers earnestly, switching apps and snapping a quick picture of your face. “She’s so pretty—ahhhh, I feel so lucky! Want me to show you? Do you even remember what a real woman looks like?” He taunts.

“She’s still your girlfriend?”

“Huh?” The phone changes ears. “Man, your memory is really failing you. How about I pay for you and Principal Gakuganji to go on a little vacation? I know this amazing resort for senior citizens; their cognitive enhancement therapy did wonders for my great-great-great uncle. Just say my name; they’ll treat you—”

“Satoru, this is important!” Yaga cuts him off. “You’ve been off the map an entire day,” fourteen hours, he corrects, “and haven’t popped the question? What are you waiting for?”

His gaze rakes over your exposed body, trailing the necklace of mauve lovebites around your neck. Smiling, “We’ve been busy.”

“Tell me you didn’t forget the ring.”

“Nah, it’s right here.”

Satoru reaches inside his yukata’s sleeve and examines the small jewelry box, tempted to ruin the surprise by grabbing the blue diamond ring and placing it around your finger—right here, right now. It will look so much prettier on you than it does gathering dust in its confinement.

“What about you?” He stores it away and resumes his call. “Did you do what I asked you to?”

A sigh. “It’s all ready on our side. Are you sure she’ll say yes? You sound confident, but a woman’s heart isn’t the same as jujutsu, Satoru. When it comes to love, the mouth is the source of disaster, and when it comes to you, it’s better to just give her the damn ring and say nothing.”

“And Sugiyama Kiyotaka says it’s fine as long as we understand each other. I get your point. Don’t need love advice from an old man with a doll fetish. I know what I’m doing. Besides, she’s the only one for me. She will say yes.”

A low roar reverberates from the speaker like a faulty engine that’s about to combust, and when it does combust, the entire room shakes. “Satoru! You’re gonna be a married man soon. Better shape up or—”

“Blah blah blah,” Satoru mocks. “Don’t you have anyone else to nag? I think Ijichi forgot to file that—”

“‘Toru?”

The sweet sound of your voice gives him all the reason he needs to hang up the phone after a hasty, “Don’t call me if you don’t need me, and if you do, then don’t.”

“Babyyyyyyyyyy!” He drags out the syllable as much as possible, an invisible cloud of dust appearing around his body when he falls on the empty space beside you, open arms wrapping your shoulders in an excruciatingly tight embrace. Kisses—lots of kisses slobbered all over your face while you are too drowsy to repel him.

“‘T-Toru! S-stop!” You chuckle hoarsely, reciprocating the sentiment however you can. “Who was that on the phone?”

“No one important,” Satoru grins, balancing his chin against your chest. “Ready for today? I got a very fun day planned ahead of us.”

A/N: If you made it this far, then congratulations! You finished reading my first Gojo fic (that made me fall in love with him jsjsjs)

As I mentioned above, chapter 1 is a flashforward to the main storyline that will start kicking chapter 2 onward. Expect laughable misunderstandings, questionable comedic moments, cat rescuings, college tutorings, and the angst behind Gojo's refusal to get married.

Hope you'll stick with! Likes, Reblogs, and Comments, are always appreciated 💙

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nightfalltales · 26 days

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allow me to distract you

parings: ceo!nanami kento x employee!gn reader

cw: SMUT - size kink + foreplay + fingering + oral sex (giving) + office sex + rough sex + lots of praise; mentions of yelling (bullying) + satosugu are boyfriends your honor; dom!nanami + sub!gn reader; explicit

summary: some fucker believes that he can yell at you and geto just because you unintentionally bumped into him. luckily, your boyfriend, nanami, comes by to save the both of you. nanami will then show you how much that scumbag’s remarks will not mean anything to you in his dimly lit office.

word count: 3.7k+

author’s note: i was talking to my pookie wookie & she mentioned if i ever wrote nanami so i dedicate this post to her !! i love nanami sm why tf haven’t i wrote about him yet. also this happened to me irl expect i defended myself and turns out he was drunk but thank god, i made it home safe with my friend (please be careful when going out in public)

smut below (18+) !! MINORS DON’T INTERACT !!

it was a long day at work in the office, but you’re so glad the day has come to an end. everyone in the office is packing up and getting ready to head out for the weekend where they can relax. despite everything, you were actually happy though since you promised your loving boyfriend that you both will have a dinner date after work.

everyone knows that you're dating the ceo of the office, but then again, people have lives and should respect one other's privacy. given the fact that many perceive him as a frightening guy, he nonetheless treats you with the same kindness and fairness that he shows to his staff. however, when you're alone, he treats you like royalty, taking care of your household duties when you're exhausted and supporting you with the work despite your insistence that you do everything solo. as long as you give him your heart and love to him, that’s all he wants.

“ready to leave, y/n?” a voice asked behind you. it was geto, your friend.

“yeah.” you nod your head. “i need a break. you?”

geto chuckles. “wish i could say the same.”

“how come?”

“gojo and i promised each other a date and his idea of a date is to go to a bar..”

you chuckled. “i’m guessing your boyfriend needs to ‘unwind’, huh?”

geto playfully rolls his eyes. “you could say that..”

you both then headed to the hallway where geto would drop you off at nanami’s office so that you could go on the promised date with him. you and geto had been talking about how your days had gone and him complaining about how clingy his lover gets when he's drunk.

however, you were carrying such a heavy bag that you were blind to the fact that it had unintentionally bumped into a man who was passing by.

you quickly realized and turned your head to the man. “i’m so sorry about that, sir.”

“tch, you should be sorry!” the man spat at you.

you and geto halted as the man turned his attention to you. he doesn’t look like he works here.

“you think you can just bump into me and get away with it?”

“i apologize, sir, i didn’t mea-”

“god, just shut the hell up! i bet you bumped into me on purpose, huh?”

geto intervened right away. “sir, they just didn’t see you. they have no intention o-”

the man laughed. “oh so now they have a lousy bodyguard to protect them, i see how it is.”

you didn’t know how to act. you didn’t mean to bump into him on purpose. all you want to do is grab hold of yourself and bolt with geto to get out of this situation. and geez, what’s up with this guy making a big deal?

“listen, they bumped into me so that they could humiliate me? well i’m not having it! they’re just a waste of space, wanting to humiliate anyone and everyone.” the man continued as he pointed his finger at you. “you should be humiliated instead! you’re embarrassing to even be working here. you don’t belong here with that stickin’ fucking attitude! if i were your boss, i would fire you and get you banned from even stepping foot into this establishment!”

you could feel tears pouring up to your eyes. you didn't mean to bump into him so that he could yell at you for being so ashamed in this place. geto notices and makes an effort to soothe the irate man, but it doesn't appear to be working as he keeps babbling about how embarrassing you are. god, you've had a long day and, particularly now, you really need a break.

“is everything all right here?” a deep soothing voice came from behind you. you turn to see your beloved boyfriend, nanami. you wanted to sprint up to him and let it all out in his arms.

nanami glanced at the man who’s still babbling about you after noticing your tears. the man quickly noticed nanami.

“HEY! you the boss?” he questioned.

nanami kept his cool despite seeing you in tears. he knew the man made you upset because of his loud tone. “yes, sir. is something wrong?”

“oh finally! fire this brat here!” he pointed at you. “they bumped into me on purpose and they shouldn’t work here. matter of fact, they shouldn’t even belong here! also while you’re at it, fire this good-for-nothing’s terrible bodyguard here!”

you were unable to contain it at that point. you turn your head toward the wall as you weep, making an effort staying quiet. geto clenched his fist and jaw but kept his cool. he turned to you and comforted you by giving you a gentle shoulder rub.

nanami saw and he wanted to wipe away your tears with his hands. he wanted to wipe them all. you shouldn’t shed tears over a loser who made offense at you accidentally bumping into him. he reached your face in an attempt to console you, but you covered it with your hands. he feels bad seeing you in this state.

in his head, he wants to hurt the man who’s mistreating his employees like this, especially you. no one should treat you like this, no one should treat other human beings like garbage. it was unacceptable.

geto swiftly explained to him what had happened. nanami became even more enraged at the idea of that man yelling at his employees, especially you, just because you accidentally bumped into him. nanami nodded at geto and then approached the man. the man took a step back, dwarfed by nanami’s intense gaze.

“i see you’ve made a big deal out of an inadvertent bump with one of my employees.” nanami’s gaze penetrated through the man’s eyes.

“h-huh?” the man stammered, being afraid of nanami’s glare. “b-but they did it on purpo-”

“on purpose or not, you have no right to yell at my employees like that.” nanami cut him off.

you’re done wiping your tears on your sleeves as nanami continues on, and you turn to look at the man and notice that his face is getting white. serves him right. and as you were aware, nanami is usually displeased or even furious when he interrupts someone.

abruptly, a few well-suited security officers approached behind nanami.

“you want him away, boss?” one of them asked. you notice geto putting his phone away— guess he was the one contacting the security as he comforted you.

nanami gestured with a nod and a finger at the man. “before you’re escorted out of my building, apologize to my employees.”

“but-” the man remarked before backing up more as nanami got closer to him.

“now.” nanami’s tone grew stern and demanding. “don’t squander their time and mine.”

the man immediately fell to his knees in front of you and geto after being shaken to his very core. “i-i apologize for making a big deal out of you bumping into me! please forgive me!”

he looks so pathetic. geto gave a “tch,” but forgave him and you exhaled deeply.

“you’re forgiven.” you folded your arms.

later, the security dragged him away as he appeared ashamed to be lectured by the company's ceo. that’s right. it’s him who ought to feel ashamed for creating such a fuss, not you.

but the grief from his comments remains. you're not sure why. perhaps those remarks still affect you since you had a difficult day. or perhaps.. he was right—you felt ashamed to work here. maybe even an embarrassment.

“suguru.” nanami turns his head at both you and geto. you both straighten yourself.

“yes, sir?” geto asked.

“you should head home, you deserve a break after what happened.”

“i will. thank you, sir.” geto nods. he then patted you on the shoulder before turning to leave so both you and nanami have more privacy. nanami then glances down at you and you jump a little, his gaze can still make you feel uneasy.

you try to apologize in order to break the ice. “i’m so sorry, sir.. i didn’t mean-”

“do you think we can continue this conversation in my office?” he asked. you notice his attention shifting to the right and when you looked, some people were staring at you and nanami. crap, they must’ve seen what happened.

you nod as both you and nanami walk down through the hallway to reach the elevator and to his office. once you both reached there, he contacted his personal assistant, ijichi, to cancel the remaining meetings for the day since he had personal matters to deal with, which is you. it was peaceful and quiet when you two entered; a dimly lit office radiates comfort. he placed his phone on his desk, helped you in setting your bag down next to it, and urged you to have a seat so you could tell your side of the story.

he listened. he’s always listening to you. he hears your sobs, how you apologize to the man and how that man didn’t take shit from your apologies.

while you were explaining, nanami's jaw and hand tensed, something you missed to notice. how dare he yell at you and call you names just because you bumped into him? he considers those idiots to be garbage. he noticed your tears when you were explaining. were you genuinely convinced that his words were accurate?

"y/n, i'm so sorry you have to put up with that bastard." nanami sighed, wishing the man would suffer more consequences.

“thank you for saving both geto and me..” you exhaled as you finished providing your side of the story. “and i’m sorry that i bumped into that man.”

nanami went silent for a few seconds but continued on.

“y/n, people make common mistakes, especially bumping into someone. yes, you bumped into him by accident and you apologize, but that man made a big deal out of it. he shouldn’t yell at you and geto like that just because of that situation.”

you look up at him. “really?”

“it’s not your fault, y/n.” he nods. “please.. don’t blame yourself for it.”

he’s right. it’s not your fault. but.. why do the man's words still haunt you?

“you’re embarrassing to even be working here. you don’t belong here with that stickin’ fucking attitude!”

nanami is aware of your inability to go past the man's remarks. then a thought flashed into his mind. if you choose not to heed his consoling remarks, you will nonetheless be able to hear him through his words and, more importantly, by his deeds. he rose from his chair and approached you. you arched an eyebrow and gazed at him, puzzled, until all of a sudden you felt like you were being lifted off the chair and onto his desk. he moved closer to you, kicking the chair out of the way and putting his entire frame between your legs.

you swallowed without understanding what he was doing, but you could feel him kissing you, feeling his lips meeting yours, his hands reaching up to the back of your neck to intensify the kiss, the way he rubs against you swiftly and feels beneath your pants.

“y/n..” he groans, breaking the kiss. “if you still feel guilty, allow me.. to distract you.”

“distract..?” you asked, panting heavily from the kiss.

“yes.. will you let me touch you further?” you could feel his bulge and his firm grip intensifying, his hands now roaming your waist.

he asks. he always asks. your comfort should come first when it comes to having sex. you nod and ask, “is your office soundproof?”

nanami reached for the button on his desk to lock his office door. “now it should be.”

you felt him carefully taking off each of your clothes as you drew him in closer for a kiss. he loves to savor the moment. knowing that his love is genuine, you whimpered as soon as you felt his warm touch against your skin. he gently grabbed your wrists as you attempted to take off his clothes by holding onto the blazer and pulling it out of him.

"let me do it.” he murmured, his voice growing raspier.

you moaned as he released his hold on your wrists and buried a kiss on your lower jaw.

“don't worry about me, y/n. i’ll be concentrating on you. you don’t need to do anything right now."

with one arm, you heard him unbuckle his belt to remove his pants, and you felt him remove your top with the other, leaving you bare. nanami then catches both of your wrists, swiftly removes his silk tie from his shirt to bind them, and lowers you on his desk as you bury yourself in embarrassment, feeling your body and cheeks burn in the dark. feeling the cold glass against your skin makes you gasp, yet nanami's warm body from above soothes you.

then, panting fervently, nanami removed his blazer and quickly unbuttoned his shirt while maintaining eye contact with you. you moaned as he took off his boxers and displayed his massive cock with loads of precum, leaving you to wonder how long he had been waiting. you looked away, preparing yourself for him, but as you felt his cock grind against you, he lowered himself to you and grabbed your chin to face him.

"nanami.." you whimpered, wanting him to fuck you already.

“are you ready, y/n?” he asked.

you couldn’t wait anymore. you press up against him, hearing his seductive groan escape his throat.

“yes, please..” you begged.

you thought he’s gonna take you here, but not yet. he had to get you prepared– prepared for the pleasure, prepared for him in particular. he will undoubtedly distract your mind from that man's insulting words.

he stood up and moved to kiss your thighs from below. you writhed as his wet, warm lips traveled up your thigh and onto that sensitive area of you– sensing his lips on yours.

then without a blink, nanami then began to lick you, probing you with his tongue. you clasped your hands on your mouth to silence yourself.

the moment nanami starts to lick and suck you more quickly, your whole body trembles. his groans vibrate against you as his nose rubs against your sensitive areas. as if he were a starving guy, he’s essentially feasting on you. his name practically cried out of your muffled mouth. no matter how much you try to stop him, he will not stop until you are ready for him. it makes no difference how tightly you close your thighs. it's almost as if your legs are made of jelly from the overwhelming stimulation.

you felt your stomach getting tighter and tighter, your body getting hotter and hotter beneath your muffled mouth, until at last you lost it. as you came, his mouth and chin were coated with your own juices. your chest heaves uncontrollably from the overstimulation as he laps at you eagerly, wanting a taste of your cum.

you can see he isn't quite content as your face flushes when you catch a glimpse of him. there's still hunger in his eyes. he is committed to capturing your attention—and yours alone.

“i’m not done yet.” he panted in a low, grating voice.

and you're eventually here, biting your lip to contain your moans as you feel the intensity of nanami's thrusts inside you. and it appears you forgot his office is soundproof. nanami leans down to give you a kiss while your arousal is still in his lips.

"don't hide." nanami groans, feeling your warm walls squeezing him.

your voice is what nanami loves to hear the most when he makes love to you. as you felt him becoming larger, he lowered himself to gently suck your neck, your voice turning him on more and more.

"you're making me feel this way," he moans, breathing more heavily.

“w-wha..?” you asked, feeling his warm breath on your neck.

"allowing me to be the way i am around you. how much you turned me on, you know that?"

you squirmed, gripping his shoulders more as you became more vocal as you felt him stroking and pounding you.

“n-namami..!”

“that’s it, y/n.. let it all out. let me hear you.”

you held onto him more tightly, unable to contain yourself any longer. nanami smirked as you screamed his name and he continued to mark your chest.

"look at how fucking gorgeous you are, y/n.” nanami spoke to you in such a way that you swear you felt like you were in heaven. with your thoughts numbed, all you could do was utter his name endlessly.

“fuck.. i never regret having you here at my building.”

you gazed at him genuinely as his words awakened you. did he really mean that?

"nanami." you whimpered, unsure if you should embrace him or cry in his arms right now. "am i always embarrassing you at least?" you added, wanting to hear more from him.

nanami left another mark on your neck by nipping you fiercely and giving you a hard thrust inside of you. you cried out as you felt his cock almost sinking more and deeper into you.

“never y/n, no, you never make me feel embarrassed." you drew him in closer, kissing him as a thank you.

you love him because he never tells you lies—his words are always accurate—you love him because he lets you be who you are around him, and you love that he says he never regrets meeting you and that you have never made him feel embarrassed. you could feel your eyes welling up with tears. not out of pain, but comfort. nanami gave you a kiss on your tears and grinned, the kind of smile he saves for no one else—not for his friends or acquaintances—but for you right now.

his words quickly cause you to forget what the man said. you come to the conclusion that his remarks no longer pain you and that he's just a stranger you'll never see again. nanami’s prediction that he was going to distract your thoughts came true.

“i love you, nanami!” you blurted out as you felt your high intensifying and his words sinking in. “i love you! i love you..!”

nanami chuckles with his hoarse voice. “i love you too, y/n. never forget that.”

nanami’s thrusts and strokes became rougher as your high approached, as you clawed his back to hold on to him. guess he’s getting close too.

“fuck y/n..” he moaned. “are you close?”

“y-yes!” you moaned. “i’m close! i’m close!”

“then go ahead and cum, y/n. i got you.”

as you descended from your high, you cried out his name while cumming onto nanami’s fingers and feeling all of his warm cum inside of you. nanami groans loudly and moans your name as he came inside you, feeling your walls tighten around him and your cum finally coating his fingers and cock. you both panted as you sank onto his desk, and you whined a little as he slowly withdrew.

when you noticed him sucking your cum from his fingertips, your flush got even hotter. he chuckled softly as he realized. he bent down once more to plant a kiss on you, allowing you to taste yourself once again.

gazing into one other's eyes, you both release the hold on each other.

“you think we can still go to our promised date?” you asked.

“are you asking me after our wonderful moment?” he grinned.

“y-yeah, just asking..”

after giving it some thought, nanami asked, "is it possible for our scheduled date to double? i want to see how geto is handling his well being in light of what transpired. if you would still like to go to our primary promised date, that is acceptable.”

you gave a hurried nod. “actually i wanna see how he’s holding up too.”

since you were having difficulty feeling your legs, nanami assisted you in putting on your clothes, and you made an effort to assist him as well. once you're both dressed, you give geto a call to check if he's still in the bar. it was fortunate for you both that geto was still there, enjoying food with gojo and shoko. shoko was also present in the bar, where she rapidly became a third wheel for the two of them.

nanami draped your bag over his broad shoulders and carried you bridal style. you two had no trouble leaving the building because, fortunately, nobody else was present. after that, nanami contacted his driver to arrange for him to grab you both and take you to the bar where gojo, geto, and shoko were hanging out. nanami assisted you in fixing your messed-up self during that period as the car picked you both up.

nanami carried you inside the bar even after you both arrived, where you both saw gojo consuming alcohol irrationally from the front at the booth table. geto and shoko both gave him a weary expression. you snicker at what you see.

“having fun?” you teasingly asked. both geto and shoko shook their heads to you.

“please save us.” geto sighed, taking a swig from his glass.

“getoo, i love youu~” gojo slurred.

“i love you too, but you’re drunk right now.”

nanami and you each had a seat saved when shoko patted the area next to hers. nanami seats you in between him and shoko. geto was trying to talk gojo out of drinking across from you.

“y/n, whatever your alcohol tolerance is, please don’t be as overstimulated as him.” shoko giggled.

“i won’t.” you grinned, taking the ambience.

after that, you all enjoyed the bar food, with nanami feeding you, shoko going about her business, gojo being a clumsy man, and geto grudgingly lending a hand.

you forgot about the man from the previous ugly remarks and were quickly replaced by nanami and this cozy moment. you appreciated this night with free beverages and free food that is paid by both geto and nanami. nanami responded enthusiastically to your prompt kiss on his cheek with a kiss on your forehead. he may do it with people he feels comfortable with around him, and that's with them right now. you are aware of and appreciate his lack of interest in pda.

and with that, you all enjoyed this fantastic night together as you all toast a wonderful evening.

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EUNOIA

•synopsis: Who would've believed Gojo Satoru can become one with a curse? maybe another version of him is breathing and motivation being awakened from him. Will you come to him?

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•warnings: smut, penis in vagina, blowjob (reader), nipple play (both), corruption kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, plenty orgasms, unprotected sex, pussy eating, use of nicknames (princess, baby, pup, sweetheart...),mating press, marking, possessive behavior, curse!reader, virgin!reader, gojo is portrayed as playboy somewhere, gojo whimpers just bc i say so, soft!dom gojo, lovesick!gojo, like, really lovesick, enemies to lovers, angst & fluff, reader is a strong curse just because i can, afab & she/her reader.

EUNOIA; (eúnoia) 'well mind; beautiful thinking'

Love is a heavy word. You can’t love everyone, nor everything.

The word ‘love’ has loosen its meaning through time…

or has it become more natural?

Looking back at society in past years, everything was built by hate, anger… to kill.

But now? Things are almost the same. Society became more peaceful, tuneful even. But those emotions full of anger & hate became locked inside people to maintain society as a ‘safe space’

And people couldn’t suppress them forever, as hard as you tried to help people find love, happiness, not only on people, but on things, music, life.

They couldn’t change their shady mind into beautiful thinking.

But you couldn’t blame yourself for not helping people to free their mind and find at least the good things in life. You can’t help those who don’t want to be helped.

Walking through the lightful streets of Tokyo, watching people and their emotions, you couldn’t resist throwing some powder disguised as dust for people to inhale and keep those bad emotions away from them for some time. But for some reason that wasn’t enough to get rid of that bad energy spreading all over the place.

People seemed more relaxed, one of your techniques worked. Playing with people’s mind, the saneness and atmosphere felt the same as before, but you could sense people were more sensible.

So you couldn’t understand what’s going on. As you kept walking forward, following the energy to find from where it’s from, you stopped in a… bakery?

Looking through the big windows of the place, you finally knew from whom it was coming. But something seemed wrong. He seems happy eating whatever dessert he ordered, his appearance seemed in order, not showing any kind of sadness, or desmotivation.

It was strange enough of him to use some black small rounded glasses inside of a store at night. His white hair was easy to distinguish and locate him easily. He looked like he’s really tall, looking at his long legs barely being capable of sitting comfortably in those chairs from the bakery. He was perfect.

But you couldn’t quite decipher why he has this happy mood from the outside but some type of bad energy coming from him.

Until… it clicked in.

Cursed energy. A lot of it. But you could also sense stress from him, a tiny bit of sadness. You felt your cheek getting wet from an unexpected tear coming out. Wiping it away from your face, you looked at your hand,

You could sense people’s mind, but never their feelings nor their emotions. So why are you feeling this from him? The loss of someone, worry for others, fear of failure again…

And it seems like he felt it too, putting down the cupcake he was about to bite, furrowing his eye-brows, looking for something… someone.

Until he sensed cursed energy coming from somewhere, outside this bakery, so he looked at you. He knows you are a curse, so why do you look so human? So real? How could people see you too?

You locked eyes with him, feeling stronger emotions coming out of the both of you, stress was the first one. When his eyes met yours, his body untensed for a moment, before tensing again and his brows furrowing again, but this time instead of looking just confused, he also seemed angry.

Feeling this coming out of him, a strong energy surrounding him, made you start running away from it. Pushing people out of the way, looking somewhere safer to calm down.

But you underestimated this guy, he was faster, stronger, bigger. And he found you in less of a second in that lonely alley.

‘Who are you and what did you just do to me?’ He grabbed you by the neck of your shirt, making you squeak when he pushed you to the wall.

‘I-I don’t k-know.. I’m so-sorry, please don’t exorcize me sir… I’m not evil nor a threat to people, i-in fact I want to h-help them.’ You were praying to somehow escape from this alive and unharmed, his cursed energy is so overwhelming you could swear you were drowning on it.

Gojo has dealt with curses who could talk, even understand him. But he never saw a curse like you. Human looking. And somehow you avoided his infinity to use your powers on him. That’s why he has you like this, he could easily exorcize you right now and right here with just a clap, but he needed to know first why and how you trespassed his infinity.

‘How did you do that?’ He pushed you harder to the wall, hitting your head with it, but not hard enough to be in pain.

‘D-do what?’

‘Connected with me.’

‘What?...’

‘You.. you somehow trapassed my infinity and connected with me or some shit, how did you do that? That’s not possible.’ What did he just say? Infinity?

‘And how could I not sense you immediately? Who are you?’

Wait… ‘You’re Gojo Satoru?!’ You jumped from his grip, moving to your side.

The strongest sorcerer of all, right in front of you, asking for your name, looking the good way, you were flattered to know he had some type of interest in you. So you did what he asked you and told him your name.

‘I-I don’t know how I did that, that w-was new for me too, I just can sense bad thinking from people and fix it into good thinking, bu-but I could never feel it or know why they’re feeling that way…’

He looked at you in disbelief, and then proceeded to sigh. ‘Try it.’

‘What?’

‘Try to do that again.’ He signaled the both of you.

‘Uh… Do I have to look at you in the eyes?’

‘I don’t know! It’s supposed to be your technique.’

You sighed, and then looked at him. He’s really handsome you thought, feeling your face getting hot, you concentrated your whole energy to one, and trespassed to connect to him.

And you think he didn’t notice yet when you discovered he was feeling flustered to look at you again, but he had enough self control to not show it. But then his eyes widened and grabbed you by your cheeks, not strong enough to hurt you, but making your face look like a fish.

‘What the…fuck.’ If you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t be able to hear how low the whisper was. But suddenly you felt his index finger in the middle of your forehead and everything started getting blurry, feeling giddy, until everything went blank.

You woke up in a white room, your eyes still adjusting to the shiny lights, Hearing some background voices, you were trying to fully wake up.

‘What the hell are we going to do Shoko? Do I have to kill her? This has never happened since… ‘He stopped himself before continuing. ‘Well… isn’t she a threat?’

‘I don’t even know Gojo, this is as new to me as new to you. I have never seen a curse like… her? Is she even a person? Mind manipulation is one thing, but… she has never used her curse for the bad, y’know? Maybe she’s not a threat.’ Gojo scoffed, looking in disbelief at you, not noticing you were starting to wake up.

‘What grade is she?’

‘Uh well… for her power she should be a semi-grade 1, but if we take in consideration the fact she trespassed your infinity she should be a special grade, but… it seems like she doesn’t know how to use it, nor how to fight, so it’s basically just a title.’

You tried to stand up, but some chains stopped you from it. You could see Shoko and Gojo jump in surprise when they heard you moving.

It was an awkward situation, the three of you looking at each other without talking. Maybe they’re waiting for you to start talking? Fight?

‘What are we doing with her?’

Basically they decided to leave you alive, for future purposes apparently. They had one rule for you.

‘Never leave Gojo’s side.’

And yeah, it was really awkward at first, having to spend time with the strongest sorcerer, obviously annoyed by your presence and how they seemed to like you.

Sleeping on the floor of his room was really uncomfortable. Spending cold nights with just a blanket in your body makes you rethink your whole existence.

Everyone was really nice, they treated you as someone else and not like the person who could go through ‘Gojo’s Satoru Infinity’

Everyone but him. His silly personality was really cute and you tried to befriend him, making jokes, trying to get to know him, but as much as you tried you never got to warm up.

They told you he likes sweets, okay! That's a useful fact!

And well, it was a good fact indeed. You made some cookies for him, his eyes sparked up when he saw the plate full of cookies for him, he just looked at you and thanked you with a small smile. It was starting to work out!

Your never-ending enthusiasm to befriend him began to work its magic on Gojo. Whether it was your mischievous pranks or your infectious laughter, your presence gradually started to warm the usually distant sorcerer's heart. Soon, even Gojo couldn't deny the hidden charm beneath your cursed exterior. Finding himself in his room tasting different desserts you made for him, thinking about you on missions when eating at a bakery, thinking your desserts don’t compare to what he’s eating right now. He started to like you.

Twisted nights spent together by the both of you, bursting laughter coming from the both of you, laying on the grass looking for stars, taking you to missions (just to the place he’s visiting, he didn’t want you to be in danger)...

He never saw himself falling for a girl, a curse, he’s more of a one night stand, never going on dates, just buying luxury things for them to keep them an extra week with him. But as Your relationship with Gojo deepened, you discovered the mask behind his unflappable façade. Gojo opened up to you, sharing his dreams, doubts, and fears. You reciprocated by offering your unwavering support, feeling what he’s feeling like you’re the one who went through it. Your bond became a haven of understanding, acceptance, and genuine affection.

He began to show his lighter-side with you, being affectionate with you (in private since he was too shy for pda, because what would they think about this?), but he was afraid.

He was afraid of the power you were having over him, he showed you a new world while you gave him sparkling moments that go in a flash because of how much he enjoys them. He even finds himself smiling at your picture he took with his phone while the both of you were teasing the other. Your pouty lips, trying to hit him.

Hit him.

He never felt someone hitting him playfully until he met you.

He never felt someone hugging him until one rainy night you were shivering on the floor, he invited you to his bed and woke up next to you, your hands hugging his body tightly like you were afraid of him leaving you. That day, became an usual morning routine. Waking up at the sight of you resting on his chest, caressing your cheeks and just admiring your beauty.

He was afraid of losing you.

He wasn’t afraid of you trying to kill him, turning evil, shit, he wasn’t afraid if you tried to fucking kill all the humans in this world. He was afraid of you leaving his side, you were the most precious thing in this world for him.

You colored his more of five senses and became the purple of his blue and red.

Until one day you weren’t by his side in the morning. He called for your name, maybe you were in the bathroom, but he was just with silence in the room. Maybe you were somewhere in the halls walking through the students' dorms? Maybe Nobara called for you?

But nothing.

His greatest fear, losing someone again became reality.

Well, not truly…

Maybe you were planning to ask him to be his girlfriend?...

And thank god he was a little foolish to never think about your plan.

When he went to search for you after Nobara told him ‘you went shopping’ you quickly entered the room and started preparing everything.

It wasn’t some luxury set up with petals everywhere, a jacuzzi and balloons, but you had his favorite desserts, a small letter of you confessing your feelings for him, and some matching bracelets for the both of you.

You dressed up in your floral sundress, put some make-up on and fixed your hair once Nobara gave you the heads up for Gojo coming back.

And oh boy, Gojo came back pissed. Truly hiding he was so fucking terrified of not finding you. He was mumbling things under his breath, swearing he would kill everyone if he didn’t find you.

Even Shoko was shocked at his behavior since he never seemed this committed to a girl like he did right now, he seemed happier with you, brighter.

And he swears he was about to fucking hit Ijichi until he felt a known energy coming from his room. In a blink he was standing in front of his door, he could sense you were anxious, his hands started getting sweaty, not knowing what to expect.

When he opened the door and saw you standing there, looking as beautiful as ever, with a small smile adorning your face, the familiar smell of freshly made mochis, you could see his shoulders untensed, he was no longer wearing his glasses nor his blindfold. He seemed confused at first until you stepped closer to him and handed him a letter.

‘Dear ‘Toru:

How do I even start this? You’ll be surprised to know that everytime I reach for your hand after an exhausting night makes me feel relaxed in an instant. Ever since we met, the word ‘love’ has become something different for me. It became a stronger and heavier word to take out of me. You made me stop focusing on what others think, to try and teach everyone how important it is to have a feeling of goodwill. Because not everyone knows how it feels to find someone that makes you feel like you want to improve this world since you see the rest of your life with them. They say love is blind but I personally believe that this is not true because I can see and feel the love that exists between us. My love for you is capable of turning back the hands of the clock.

In other words, the issue here is that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your dumb fucking ass.’

You heard Gojo chuckle and looking back at you, you swear his eyes were brighter than last time you saw them, his demeanor seemed excited. And in not even a second he was grabbing you by your waist and giving a spin before hugging you.

‘You don’t know how much I wanted to do this, but I guess you were faster than me. You’ve got me acting like a fool.’ After that his lips connected with yours, and it was like they were molded for him. It tasted as sweet as candy, such a precious thing for someone else to have. He feels like he just won the lottery, fuck that, he has all the money he has, he feels like he just fucking rules this world.

He grabbed your legs with both of his hands, your legs wrapping around his body taking you into an even closer hug. Taking some steps back making sure to close the door. Then he laid you down on his bed. Giving small pecks all around your face which cause you to giggle. His kisses started trailing down your neck until he found that spot that made you whine and make your breathing heavier.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, supporting yourself, he continued kissing you. His hands roaming and exploring your whole body. Taking a break from kissing, he grabbed your hands from his neck, pinning them with one of his hands all extended above your head on the bed.

He just admired your form, your pouty lips after all that kissing, your uneven breathing trying to calm yourself down. You were perfect. You were now his.

‘Baby… before I continue, are you sure about this?’ He asked you, his eyes searching for any discomfort in your body. You nodded your head, giving him a shy smile.

‘I need words baby, words.’ He chuckled at you, getting closer to your ear and slightly biting the part of your neck below it.

‘Just fuck me already ‘toru, be my first for once.’

Gojo’s breath stopped suddenly, his eyes were wide thanks to the unexpected information. The thought of being the first man to make you his, and he’s sure he’ll also be the last, made the blood of his brain go exactly to his dick.

He sighed, almost sounding like a whimper, ‘Is that so baby? he hummed before his hands got under your dress and started playing with your nipples. You didn’t bother to use a bra since the fabric of the dress was thick enough to cover your body. With a pinch on your nipple with his index finger and thumb, twisting it, made you moan, at which he just smirked.

His free hand started unzipping your dress, his other hand leaving your tits to help you undress, leaving you just in your underwear. He looked at you like if you were a piece of art, (which you are for his eyes only) admiring his work of marking you, your face already fucked up and he just started.

‘We can stop anytime.’ He assured you at which you just shyly nodded before your hands grabbed his shirt, signaling to take it off. He chuckled before doing so, he started kissing you again, then slowly going down your body, kissing your tits, tummy, until he reached your underwear. He gave you a last look before he continued. He gave a small peck on your clothed pussy before taking it off.

‘Can’t believe I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet. Makes me want to wreck you.’ His face suddenly surged into your pussy, his nose tickling your clit while he started teasing your hole with his tongue. Making you moan his name, you could feel he started drawing infinity symbols with his tongue before it changed to pleasure your clit and he then inserted his index finger inside of you.

‘Y-yes ‘toru! Right there!..’ Your moans made him a starved man and started devouring your pussy with more favor, making the pleasure way too much to handle, moans and whines coming out of your mouth, he then inserted a second finger inside of you. Making you feel giddy and your vision becoming blurry thanks to the tears forming on your eyes.

‘That’s right sweetheart, cry for me, show me how much you like this.’ He stopped eating you out, while he admired your body twitching thanks to his fingers moving inside of you.

You covered your face with one of your arms and his movement suddenly stopped.

‘Ah-ah, I need to see you princess, 'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day I get to fuck someone so pretty. Let me see that pretty face of yours and I'll continue.’ With a whine you uncover yourself and he starts moving his fingers again, transforming that whine into a moan. ‘That's it baby.’

He just needed to move his finger a little higher and with that your vision became white and you came. Stripes of your fluids wetting Gojo’s fingers.

‘Such a good little pup, aren't you?’ He chuckled to himself before he started unbuckling himself, giving you time to calm yourself down.

‘You want to continue sugar?’ You nodded and that’s all he needed before getting his remaining clothes off. Showing his hard cock, the base was beige-ish with a pink and hard tip. A vein adorning it on the left part, it wasn’t so thick but oh man, he was large.

‘It won’t fit ‘toru.’

‘I’ll make it fit baby.’

He started inserting his cock inside of you, the stretch making you furrow your face.He started giving you small pecks to distract you from the pain it’ll later turn into please. He was half in when you swear you could feel the tip of his cock coming out of your throat.

‘Just a bit more princess…’ Once he was completely inside, he gave you some time to adjust yourself. It wasn’t until his cock twitched a little inside of you that touched your gummy spot that made you see stars.

‘Please move ‘toru.’

He started carefully thrusting, testing to see if you’re comfortable. ‘Do I continue- agh- baby..?’ He said between whimpers, feeling your hole clenching perfectly on his cock had him feeling like no other.

‘Huh…uh…keep going.’ He started thrusting faster, each time sucking him better than the last. ‘Faster—ah shit—harder…’

Your hands rested on his chest, while Gojo grabbed your legs, throwing them each on his shoulders, putting you into a mating press. Your hands then lowered themselves a little not his nipples, and you made an experimental movement of moving his nipple to the side, at which he responded with a whimper coming out of his mouth.

‘Nng~ That’s right baby, I love it when you touch me like that.’ He groaned when you pinched his right nipple, before a moan came out of you. Making you see stars again while he continued thrusting into you. Your fluids make it easier for him to insert himself again.

His hand traveled down your body until it met your clit, rubbing it, causing the overstimulation making you almost scream. Tears coming out of you, strips of cum filling your womb. But he didn’t stop.

‘I-im sorry baby, it just- ah~ feel so good.’ The overstimulation became too much for him too, rubbing your clit faster while he clumsy continued thrusting, making the both of you cum again in not even 5 minutes.

He lowered your legs down, admiring your hole full of his cum, before resting beside you. Getting an arm sound your body while he covered the both of you with the sheets and you rested your head on his chest.

Heavy breathing was all you could hear, before he gave you a small peck on the top of your head, looking back at him, the both of you smiled at the other. Both of you became one eunoia.

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𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶

You were supposed to be a one night stand, nothing more, nothing less. So why were you still around a year later with another edition into the relationship? Who knows, who cares!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI + Toji/Reader established relationship first + poly w Gojo + 3some + f/m only + oral + degradation + soft dom Toji /fluff if you squint + hard dom gojo he gets bratty at the end + the end tho 😮‍💨 + double o for gojo + mentions of suguru + cum play + overstim + gojo being gojo at the end <3 *

It’s funny how things turn out, Satoru thought as he flicked his tongue over your clit, savouring the sweetness of you, enjoying you twitching under him as you ran your fingers through his hair and pressed your feet into his big shoulders.

His fingers gripping tighter around your thighs, shoulder pressing to your ass cheeks with his arms wrapped around your thighs to stop them from closing or pushing him away.

Satoru made sure to leave bruises so Toji knew what had happened whilst he was gone.

Not like it was a secret, but Satoru liked Toji knowing he’d taken advantage to have you to himself on the rare occasion.

It was just over a year ago you were brought into this pent apartment the three boys shared, you were a mere one night stand —just another pretty thing that Toji had brought home after a night out.

Nothing more, nothing less.

At the time.

Satoru remembers the first time he heard your moaning, despite it being muffled as Toji made you see stars whilst he and Suguru played a video game into the late hours of the night.

Despite all that time ago Satoru still thought you sounded so pretty evening more so now as he dragged his name from your lips these days. He waited months of wanting to hear how you’d sound saying it, he wasn’t the most patient of guys y’know and was almost worth the wait, worth him having to hear you through the walls just for Toji.

The older male knew it was getting under Satoru’s skin the more you came over, green eyes never missing how the six eyes looked at you, how his usual smoothness stumbled like a school boy flirting. So Toji made a point to time things just right or even have him walk in on it happening.

“T-Toru that’s it- right there, baby don’t stop-“ blue eyes watched your head tilt back, now no longer watching him eat you out, he knew you just fucking loved watching his tongue swirl around your clit as he held eyes with you, “-fuck you eat pussy so well.”

You babbled as he felt your body start to tense, the muscle under his fingers begin to tremble and he moaned into your cunt, his own hips rutting into the sofa under him trying to fuck himself against it. Your hands combed through his hair, tightening at times not knowing what to do with yourself whilst he put you through bliss.

“Fuck,” he panted into your pussy, exhaling heavily before inhaling again, “-princess you taste so damn good.”

He slurred into you, trying to catch his breath between words and his mouth devouring you, your feet slid down his back, your arched from the bed as he sucked lightly on your clit feeling your body shake.

He wouldn’t have guessed a year later he’d be eating you out like this whilst Toji left, that he’d be keeping you company like this, he didn’t think you’d be getting shared between two men who were known to play the field.

He never guessed how smitten he would be for you, how having you ruined his previous lifestyle of not settling and it admittedly hurt that you still didn’t fully believe it. That you felt more loyalty from fucking Toji than from him.

But he was willing to work for it, ‘cause you were just so fucking worth it when you danced on his tongue like this.

And it all started because of that one night you met Toji, if Suguru hadn’t met you that night when you went to sneak out and spoke about you Satoru might have not taken any notice beyond your pretty moans that night.

You had apparently stumbled into Geto’s bedroom at 4am thinking that was the door to leave, he ended up zipping your dress up properly and making sure you got into the taxi.

Gojo remembers the conversation with Suguru, how he said Toji was punching. How he told Gojo you were the prettiest thing he’d seen for awhile, how he walked with you to the elevator and stood with you at the door until the taxi arrived and you gave him intelligent, witty conversation whilst waiting.

According to Suguru, you were apparently so unusual from Toji’s normal ventures in women.

Satoru remembers the weeks passing, how Toji had his phone on him more than usual, only noticed because he hated the thing, not growing up with one left him less bothered by them.

He remembers how a month had gone and they forgot all about you.

Until the night Satoru had crashed on the sofa, waking to hear those moans again, then watching as you stumbled back through the penthouse to try and leave unnoticed for a second time. Clearly remembering the route instead of stumbling into Suguru’s room again.

This was how Satoru first saw you as you opened the door to leave and the light from outside in the hallway illuminated your face.

Gojo sat up onto his elbows and your back to him, completely unaware of his sleepy presence behind you blue eyes eying up that tight black dress that was quite short, with a little thigh slit spaghetti straps with one falling off your shoulder. He could see the outline of bites along your shoulder and neck.

You really were pretty, even with your smokey eye make up smudged in a way that was endearing, hair tied to a messy bun to try tame the after sex hair.

You opened the door further trying to be quiet as the light from the hallway outside leaked in, once it opened enough for you to squeeze through a hand landed on the door and slammed it shut making you jolt and spin around.

Gojo’s arms straightened immediately, elbows no longer baring his weight and he comically fell back to the couch to avoid being seen, tilting his head slightly so he could still watch.

“Thought you said you’d stay until the morning this time if I made you cum three times on my tongue? Don’t seem to be holding up your end of the deal, sweetheart n’I believe you came four times.”

Gojo could just see you both from his now flat, stiff position on the sofa, his mouth forming into an O like he was watching some spicy drama unfold before him —and boy Gojo did enjoy gossip. Making note of the information to taunt Toji with at some point because when life gives you lemons n’all!

You leaned back against the door, those surprised eyes shifting to to a half hooded look glazed with amusement and you smiled at him as playful as it was, it was brave to come across almost challenging to someone like Toji.

You shrugged and crossed your arms, heels swinging lightly as the straps hung from your fingers.

“I didn’t think you’d miss me so much, you’re adorable.”

Toji clicked his tongue, shifting his weight to one foot as he leaned his weight into the palm resting on the door just above your head.

“Tch, don’t miss ya. Just don’t like someone not holding their side of the deal up.”

You pressed a finger onto his bare chest and leaned forward a bit getting into his space.

“You don’t miss me? Is that why you were telling me off for not texting you?”

“-another thing you never answered. I’ll keep the idea that you lost your phone with my number and got a new one.”

“Wrong~! I just didn’t wanna text you.”

Oh, so that’s why Toji was checking his phone more often? Satoru smirked, rising an eyebrow as he watched you finding himself more intrigued by you, perhaps Suguru was right —you really weren’t Toji’s usual type.

“Yet you still came back to be fucked like a brat.”

“The dick isn’t the problem, the men are.”

“Never text did ya? So you’re never gonna eat your words.”

“Speaking of eating, how good are your pancake skills?”

Toji chuckled and leaned on the door, his forearm now resting above your head as he towered over you, caging you under him.

“Not as good as my tongue, doll. Let me eat that pussy again in the mornin’ and I’ll take you for pancakes, it’s gonna cost though.” Fingers tilted your chin up to him as he lowered himself, “-y’number and address cause we’ll have to get you changed.”

Your hand on his chest flattened and smoothed up his skin to cup the back of his neck.

Even Gojo almost groaned at how you smirked at the man before you whilst you bit your bottom lip keeping eyes with Toji, pulling him down and yourself up closer to him at the same time.

“They better be the best pancakes I’ve ever had and ever will have,”

Your lips pressed to Toji’s in a hot and messy kiss, you moaned as his hands drifted to your ass grabbing it and pressing you against him, before he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist, Toji turned and headed back to his room, the kiss never once breaking.

Toji kept you for breakfast and Gojo had to thank him for his stubbornness that night, for getting up and actually sorting your bratty ass out.

Cause that’s how you ended up coming around more, it’s how you eventually ended up under Gojo on the very sofa he’d crashed on that night. Only now he had your knees to your chest as he pressed the head of his dick at your entrance teasingly pushing the head in to watch you stretch to take him.

Your hands had gripped the pillow behind you as he folded you in half, your cum and slick glistening on his chin as his tongue cleaned up what he could on his lips.

“You ready for fun time with Gojo’s penis?”

You sighed heavily turning your eyes up to the ceiling as if praying to some deity.

“Forgive me for finding the endless idiocy of this man endearing.”

“Oi-“ Satoru slapped the head of his dick against your clit earning a hiss and your eyes back on him with a half hearted glare “-only god you should be praying to is me,”

“Satoru just shut up and fuck me before I go dry-“

Being left alone with you seemed like a rarity these days, even though that wasn’t the case it felt more valuable when he was alone with you, it was the only reason he had stayed in the position he was whilst you napped on him.

You were laying on Toji, his thick legs either side of you both flat on the sofa. You were currently asleep on his chest, arms lazily wrapped around his, as you call it, slutty waist.

His arms were folded behind his head, the light from the massive tv danced in patterns a crossed the dark room as the film ran.

He knew you wouldn’t stay awake for it, now he was stuck like this on the sofa fighting his own sleep.

Your face nuzzled into his chest, a satisfying hum leaving you with a dreamy smile.

“Such good tiddies,” you slurred in your sleep, shuffling your body a bit against his.

He snorted a laugh, eyes returning back to watch you nuzzle your face between his pecs

A smirk appeared on his lips, green eyes scanning over that pretty face looking so content buried in his.. tiddies.

“Idiot,” he mumbled, lifting a hand to brush over your cheek, pushing the fallen strands of hair back.

“Insulting me even when I sleep?” You mumbled, pulling your body into a stretch before settling back on him.

Toji grunted and used the opportunity to shift himself under you.

You lifted your head and rested your chin on his chest, opening one eye to look at him sleepily.

“S’the time?”

“Midnight,”

You gasped dramatically and rose up,

“Old man! You shouldn’t be up so late, your poor back tomorrow, I’ll be buying you a zimmer frame.”

“If your fat ass wasn’t sleeping on me-“

“-I’m getting heavy for you? Truly, age is weakening you.”

Toji deadpanned at you before grabbing the back of your head and planting your face against his chest, smothering you. He felt you laughing, muffled by his muscle he smirked, keeping your face from lifting to see it.

You managed to twist your head to the side and dramatically inhaled.

“Death by tiddies won’t look glamorous on my death certificate.”

“Stop being so dramatic, you’re exhausting.” He released your head and let you lift yourself again a pouted now visible in your face and you moved to straddle him. He was shirtless under you because you were wearing his massive black t-shirt, some pathetic excuse of panties underneath and he wore his usual grey lounge joggers.

Your hands planted on his stomach, the muscle tensing under you and your finger tips pressed into his six pack, gently moving them across the deep lines.

He rose an eyebrow as you wiggled your hips against his, he knew what you were looking for and it only made him smirk at you.

“Gotta work harder than that, princess.”

“Oh?”

Your hands gripped the bottom of the shirt, pulling it over your head, bare tits bouncing from the movement.

His hands folded behind his head and he shrugged.

“Meh,”

You pouted, frowning at him childishly, he could see the cogs turning in your head but he wasn’t expecting you to reach down, sliding your fingers down that smooth stomach before disappearing into your pathetic excuse of panties. Lacey and perfectly see through.

He watched your index finger press into your folds and run to your hole, gathering slick before moving back to your clit and rolling a circle over it. Hips twitching, an airy moan leaving you and he watched the pink dust over your cheeks, eyes half hooded as you dropped your gaze to his chest.

Strands of hair fell from your shoulders, framing your face as he watched your body reacting to your finger working against your clit. Your breathing picked up, your hips began moving in time with your finger.

Toji’s hands flexed behind his head, jaw tensing as he fought himself to reach out for you. Your other hand tugged at his sweats and he lifted his hips, it was a skill in itself on how you managed to shimmy them down just enough to release his dick with one hand whilst straddling him.

That finger on your clit never stopping as he watched it between your folds.

Your next move however did draw a grunt from him, pushing your panties aside you pressed your wet slit to his hardening length and dragged yourself along it. The airy, whiny moan that left you made his cock flex against your pussy.

“You dreamin’ about dick or somethin’? She’s damn drooling, fuck.”

Green eyes fixed to watching the length of his thick 9 inch dick gliding between your folds, quickly drenching it in slick that he could see it glinting from the light of the tv.

Dick flexing again under you, completely acting on its own as you rolled yourself fucking stunningly against his cock that was sandwiched between your cunt and his stomach as you humped yourself on it.

Your soft pants in the room, the tv dulling out as he focused on you.

He snorted a laugh when you reached down, lifting yourself up to press the head of his cock against that tight hole.

“You ain’t gonna manage that sweetheart.”

Your hand braced against his stomach and despite his taunt you lowered yourself, his thick head pushing through that tight ring and he felt it actually damn well pop as it pushed through.

He exhaled heavily, hands balling into fists behind his head and he glared at you, your cocky stubbornness was always fun to watch but it always bugged him how you thought you’d manage without him.

Toji was a dom through and through, he’d let you have fun for his own amusement until he had enough.

“Not gonna beg for my help huh?”

“Fuck you, Toji.”

“Feel free, I hope you can fuck that dick,”

He watched you struggle, you sank down slowly and you made it half way before you huffed. Your hand against his stomach curling into a fist in frustration.

“Fuck, you’re so thick.”

Surprise was shown from both you and Toji as a hand wrapped around your neck from behind, the other gripping your hair and pulling your head back. Lips crashing into yours in an upside down kiss so passionate and hungry you moaned into it, cunt clenching around Toji.

Gojo hummed into the kiss, greedily shoving his tongue into your mouth and squeezing your throat lightly.

“You look like you need some help,” his lips moved against yours, shifting his leg he bent it and pushed between Toji’s and the back of the sofa to give himself even balance and position to be directly behind you, his other foot braced on the floor.

Satoru’s hands slid down your body, one moved to the front to press against your clit spread open from Toji’s ridiculously thick dick, causing you to moan against his mouth. The other gripped your hip and started to push you down, finger on your clit rolling to distract you.

Blue eyes stared at green, Toji’s mouth formed into a sneer, eyes hardening on blue at Gojo interfering with his little lesson in you trying to be so cock sure, literally.

But fuck wasn’t it hot watching Satoru push you down to take him, feeling your pussy stretch to his girthy dick. Gojo’s mouth working against yours in a wet, messy kiss, your hands moving to grip his hair behind you and hold onto him.

The distraction was working, Toji felt you loosen up to swallow his cock to the hilt and he groaned when your warm walls hugged him. He could feel your slick running down his balls and ass, he could see Satoru’s finger running fast but light circles on your clit.

“You gonna ride him? You want my help right?” You nodded dumbly against his mouth, he chuckled against yours.

“You’re such a good girl,” his other hand left your clit so both were resting on your hips, Satoru guided you up Toji’s cock before slamming you back down. Both men heard the breath hitch in your throat, his previous gentle, caring actions and words led you into a false sense of security.

“C’mon then, ride him don’t let us down now,”

The lack of attention to your clit was short lived, Toji finally moved an arm so his thumb could press against the hardened bundle of nerves. He watched your body jolt, your hips rolling and the dips from Satoru’s fingers as he gripped your hips tighter.

“Suggest you hold onto something,” Your head finally tilted back to Toji, his deep voice filtering through but it’s his words that catch your attention.

The pink now intense across your cheeks and nose, eyes all glassy and looking at him like he was the centre of your universe.

Satoru pushed you forward so he could look down with a perfect view of Toji stretching and filling your pussy.

Your hands gripped Toji’s huge biceps, tensed under you as his hands now both gripped your thighs to hold you still.

Green eyes looked over your shoulder to meet Satoru’s.

“Hold her,”

“What?” You questioned, the trace of worry in your eyes at you looked at Toji like a doe in the headlights.

Satoru squeezed your hips, green eyes met yours and Toji smirked at you.

He withdrew before slamming back into you, the wet slap echoed around the room, his warning thrust made your breath hitch before he started to fucking rut into you.

Your nails dug into his muscle, Satoru’s grip stopping you from moving in any way and Toji’s hands on your thighs restricting you further.

“Wanna get fucked dumb mmm?”

You nodded dumbly, Toji giving a hard, sharp thrust.

“Use your words,”

“Y-Yeah, fucked dumb-“ you slurred, voice jolting with each thrust and his dick kissing your cervix. You felt too full, Satoru keeping your hips pinned, Toji holding your legs left no room for him to fully slide from you. The constant short, hard fast thrusts of his dick punching into you, keeping you full quickly stirred the heat pooling in your stomach. He was pounding your g spot, hitting it within seconds of filling you and at this angle, folded so close over him the hilt of his dick was rubbing your clit.

Toji could feel you clenching around him, his own breathing becoming laboured and he worked his body to see you both through stars.

“Gonna cum already? Can feel that pussy suckin’ me in,”

“Hell, you’re taking his dick so well.” Satoru chimed in, confirming his words as blue eyes literally watched your pussy sucking Toji’s dick back in. Hearing that wet squelch of your cunt, the slapping of skin as Toji fucked you until you went crossed eyed, slurring words they could barely understand.

“Keep slurring n talkin’ all dumb like that doll, fuck this cunts so fucking good.” Toji growled out, he sounded feral, slamming harder into you.

“That’s it, fuckin’ let go, give it up.”

“T-T I’m gonna -you’re gonna make me-“

The noise that left you as you came made Satoru groan behind you, your oussy pulsing around Toji’s dick, you sunk forward into Toji, burying your face into his neck. In return he turned his head, one hand rising to run through your hair and grip it, twisting your head to press his lips to yours, mashing them together messily and desperately as he groaned into your mouth swallowing your noises.

Satoru pouted behind you, briefly taking his eyes from your cum forming around Toji’s cock as he used it to fuck you.

Toji was mumbling against your lips, something Satoru couldn’t hear from his place above the the loud skin slapping and cum drooling cunt being fucked just under him.

His green eyes focused on you, your forehead against his, his hand in your hair keeping you close and in place, talking you through something and Satoru watched as you melted for him.

“Breathe,”

“I can’t- it’s too much, you’re-“

“You can, you’re gonna take it. You wanted this so finish what you started.”

“Toji-“

“Breathe. Gotta let me cum sweetheart, this pretty pussy too fucking good to stop, you gonna help me cum yeah? Fill you up?”

You nodded dumbly, his soft dom melting you like it always did when he was like this with you.

His eyes scanned your face, Satoru’s hands left you and Toji moved in quickly, his arms hooking under yours, crossing over your shoulders, one hand remained in your hair then other cradled the back of your neck. Your hands ran through his hair. His feet planted against the sofa, keeping your forehead against his he locked eyes with you as he started to fuck upwards.

Satoru pulled at his boxers, releasing his cock as it slapped loudly against his stomach. A hand reaching out to collect the slick and cum from your inner thigh using it to rub his head, a hiss leaving him as he mixed his pre with it before fisting himself, blue eyes focused on your pussy being stretched and fucked before him.

He did notice the position Toji had put you in, ignoring the jealousy of how fucking intimate it looked.

You didn’t fuck just anyone like that. It was close, messy and focused.

Fushiguro was watching you like you were feeding his soul, those green eyes glassy with something he’d never really seen in Toji. That usual hardness broke, despite his brutal fucking and harsh words it broke under that stupid fucking look in his eyes.

“I’m cummin’ Toji fuck that’s it, fuck-yeah, there! There!”

His huge arms tightened around you, biceps bulging as they hugged you so tight like he was trying to merge your souls together. His hand cradling your neck tightened as he moaned out to you, cumming around his cock for a second time —this time though you brought him with you.

“Shit-“

His hips pinned up to yours, toes curling against the sofa as his stomach spasmed coating your insides. His hips fell back against the sofa, a heavy exhale leaving him as you panted above him, light tremors starting through your body.

“Oi,” a cooler hand skimmed over your ass, up your spine and grabbing your hair to pull you back from Toji, Satoru met his eyes “-suggest you pull out, else she’s getting double stuffed.”

Satoru’s spare hand gripped your hip and encouraged you to lift from Toji, his cock slipping out with a wet, cum soaked slap to his stomach.

“Shit, what a sloppy girl you are~”

Gojo eyed your dripping, swollen hole clenching around nothing, quickly guiding the head of his dick to your entrance to stop anything coming out.

“I’ll just use his cum to fuck you huh? Thanks for warming her up-“ Gojo taunted, that cocky grin on his face as he slapped his hand across your ass watching it jiggle.

Toji seen you wince despite the moany breath that left you as Satoru bullied his cock to the hilt without any adjustment, filling you again. Your hands curled against Toji’s chest and he felt you tremble above him.

“Yeah use it-“ Toji folded his hands behind his head again, sitting back to watch. Green eyes drinking you in as you jolted forward with every wet slap and thrust, tits bouncing against his as Satoru started his round of fucking you over him, “-not like y’have a choice, you’ll never know her pussy without it, brat.”

Satoru clicked his tongue, hands grabbing at yours and lifted you from Toji’s chest, crossing your wrists over your lower back he used it as leverage of his thrusts and burying himself to the hilt, your ass bouncing with each nasty thrust, being forced to moan over Toji.

“S’fine old man, she’ll need someone younger to keep up in the long run huh?”

“Will you - hah, fuck - will you both just stop bickering like little girls.”

Toji rose an eyebrow, Satoru paused his thrusting, the silence was heavy for a few seconds as everything stilled until a chuckle echoed from Satoru’s throat, crawling behind it was his playful taunt, laced with some spite.

“Shall we show him what we discovered you can do whilst he was away? Seein’ as you got some energy left over? The old man really ain’t packing a punch so much these days.”

“‘Toru no, plea-“

“Nuh-uh!” Satoru pulled you up, the arch in your back was uncomfortable as your ass pressed into his lower stomach, his cock still buried to the hilt. Pressing a quick kiss to your cheek he moved to whisper down your ear.

“I’m gonna make you squirt all over him, it was this angle that made ya do it, right?”

His hand crawled to cradle your throat, tilting your head back to him so he could messily kiss you and hold you in place, the awkwardness of it soon faded as he started to thrust again, your cunt squelching with each wet plap, plap, plap.

Satoru panted against your mouth, between kissing, eyes turning to meet green watching with some kind of pissed off curiosity.

“Wasn’t gonna show you this, wanted to keep it to m’self a lil longer -fuck, stop clenching me so hard-“

“Hah- I can’t help it, feels s’good-“

“Yeah? You full of my dick princess? Like getting spread open like this in front of him?”

You nodded against his mouth, lips messily kissing at you between words and breathy moans, pussy sucking in his cock, the tip hitting that soft spot in you that built up a tension you’d only discovered last week.

The thought of being fucked so hard you squirted over Toji was only making you clench around Satoru as he fucked you into bliss, fucking his cock up into you so smoothly you started to go cross eyed.

“Y-Yeah,” you nodded dumbly, “-yes, I wanna cum ‘Toru, like other day,”

“I think you deserve it, c’mon you know how to do it,”

His voice was heavy, breathy and it sounded like he was working his entire body into fucking you like this, his hand started to tremble around your throat, his thrusts starting to turn sloppy. Lips meeting your neck he moaned against your skin, rolling his hips so beautifully against your ass you bucked back, body jolting as you began to shake.

“Baby, please, gotta cum, m’so close-“ his whiny moan was only for you, never would his pride allow Toji to hear it, murmuring it into your neck to make sure. Toji had all but zoned out, watching Satoru’s dick spreading you open, the small bulge forming in your stomach each time he thrust into you.

Your body shaking, tits bouncing with each nasty thrust and watching you like this made any possessiveness he had melt away.

He didn’t speak, he didn’t reach for you despite his cock rock solid against his stomach again, drooling pre into the deep lines of his six pack and flexing against it.

He’d wait for you to reach out, because that’s how he always got back at Satoru.

“F-F-Fuck, your pussy is so tight like this, your pulsin’ baby, y’gonna do it for us?”

You nodded

“M’close, Toru- don’t stop, m’gonna, harder Satoru fuck harder!”

“You sadistic little-“ he cut himself off to angle himself better so he could slam his cock up into you, delivering short hard punches until he felt you tense, “-yeah, that’s it, squirt on him, hah-fuck- fuck - squirt on him baby, show him how well you take cock.”

He felt your moany scream against the palm of his hand as it vibrated through your throat, he tightened it knowing you liked a light choking to see you over the edge.

He whispered a breathy praise into your ear, smirking against your skin as he watched Toji’s reaction.

“Atta girl, there it is, such a good girl f’me.”

“Holy shit-“ Toji’s eyes widened as he watched you squirt clear fluid over his stomach, past his chest to his chin the view didn’t last long before Satoru pushed you down onto Toji, blindly chasing his own release as you were forced to moan like something unholy between them. Your body shaking, tears spilling down your cheeks as you sobbed a moany beg.

“I can’t-Toru I can’t anymore- fuck, fuck m’gonna cum again!”

You went silent as your eyes crossed, body convulsing between the two men, cumming so hard you almost felt like you were going to pass out, clenching so hard around Satoru it nearly pushed him out.

“Tryin’ to push me out huh? Heh, good fucking luck, you have no idea how deep I am in ya, bet Toji could see that bulge in your stomach.”

Satoru’s heavy panting above you, sweat dripped down his forehead as he fucked you so hard from behind he went blind to everything else around him. Only watching his cock sinking into you, covered in cum from you and Toji, the lewd squelching and feeling your squirt dripping down his thighs.

“Fuck! You drive me- baby you- shit m’gonna cum, f-fuck you’re so sloppy, gonna take it princess? Yeah you are, ah f-f-uccckk.”

Satoru babbled as he arms wrapped around your waist folding over you, hips bucking into you sporadically as he cum so hard he whined into your neck.

“Hah- M’still cumming, don’t clench like th-fuck m’gonna cum again.”

He groaned deeply into your skin, one hand leaving to brace his weight on to the sofa, his arm shaking as his hips kept bucking sloppily. You clenched around him, rolling your hips back trying to fuck your self back into him, just to hear that whiney moan from him again and he gave it freely. Arms tightening around you as he released another heavy load that filled you so much it spilled from your plugged pussy.

“Look at you,” Toji’s had cupped your chin, lifting you to look at him, he gave a soft hum at your glassy, half hooded eyes that practically had hearts in them. Hair stuck to your face, pink bloomed across your cheeks as you panted trying to gain back some consciousness.

“Shit sweetheart, just keep impressin’ me. Took it so well,” his thumb swiped your bottom lip, tilting his head to rest in the huge bicep of his arm still behind his head, “-you sore?”

You nodded, whimpering as Satoru shifted behind you, shakily lifting himself back from you, still keeping you plugged with his softening dick.

Toji’s eyes drifted to your swollen lips, his thumb gliding over the bottom one again, noticing you start to shake above him.

“Hmm, s’get a bath yeah?” You nodded, eyes lighting up at his request, his green eyes hardened as he looked over your shoulder at Satoru “-oi, you, get her somethin’ sweet before she passes out.”

“Eh?! I wanna have a bath, you get her summit sweet been laying on your ass!”

“Had ya chance the last week, do it else I’m takin’ her with me next few times I go.”

“See this is what I get f’being nice and showing ya.”

You sighed heavily at the bickering, wondering how easily you could get one of them to wear a gag, Toji was an absolute no, Satoru however would be a little more easy to convince, especially if you told him Toji was too chicken to do it.

Satoru huffed, pulling from you letting a thick mess of cum spill from your swollen cunt he stood at stretched acting oblivious to the mess he just caused.

“Satoru! You’ll ruin the damn sofa!”

“Huh? Who’s Satoru?”

“Toru!” You growled out, correcting it as you sat up trying to at least stop the mess, only pooling on Toji’s stomach to mix with everything else.

“Hi princess,”

“Get a towel or something!”

“I gotta get you summit sweet first, remember?”

Toji wasn’t sure where you got the audacity to say they bickered like little girls when you clearly never heard your own bickering with Gojo.

Toji sighed, grimacing at the warm, wet pooling on his stomach as it started to dry out in places.

Looks like he’s joining you in the bath.

©pharix/lonelystarrs 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

Yes this is a rewrite of my previous post of this. I edited the whole story on my ao3 and never got around to posting here, so he’s a snippet that can be read as a stand alone! I added extra gojo section at the end on this tho 😈

#jjk fanfic #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji x you #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru x you #toji fushiguro fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo x you

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 4. Our Fight.

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Spynosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Cursed words. Sexual harassment. Smut. Physical violence. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MNDI. +18. Word count: 4692 words. A/N: Hello, peeps! Long time no see. I just bought my first PC, so I can finally write without slamming my old laptop for it to work. This is a long one, so enjoy!

There was something about eating a simple cup of noodles in a hotel room after a tiring day of training. It was somewhat special and comforting, like a mother singing a lullaby before taking a nap. That cozy feeling of surviving another day of training before a big fight. Yuuji settled the kettle and prepared the cup of noodles in the small kitchen area of our hotel room. We bought them in a nearby corner store when we took our break from Sukuna’s training.

We slurped our feelings away and let our bodies melt away with the hot broth. I sighed as my back laid fully in the cuck chair that every hotel room has for some reason. Yuuji ate his noodles like he hadn't eaten in days. Our bodies ache for all the training, but we could finally relax in the small room.

“He is going to fucking kill me one of these days,” I sighed before grabbing a mouthful of noodles.

“Same. I don’t know how I have been able to keep up all these years,” Yuuji said with a weak smile.

“Gojo told me you guys have trained since you were little, how was Sukuna back then?” I asked with curiosity, putting my feet up in the closest furniture piece to get more comfortable.

“He was a menace. He is still a menace,” Yuuji giggled. “Our parents were so tired of his ratty and chaotic behavior that they sent him to a pediatrician. She told our parents that they had to find an activity for him to get his energy out. They tried everything. Mountain biking, climbing, dancing. He ended up liking kickboxing.”

“Damn. I feel bad for your parents.”

I could imagine a small Sukuna trying all of those different activities. Riding a dirt bike and acing every trick he could learn, even if that meant breaking a bone or two in the process. Being one of those kids who wants to try the hardest path on the climbing wall but falls over and over trying to prove himself he can do it. A smile appeared on my face when I pictured him trying ballet in a cute pink tutu. That would be adorable.

“They are really proud of him. Except for that time when he slept with Choso’s fiancé, of course. Dad was really pissed at him, but Mom tried to defend him,” Yuuji remembered as if it was yesterday.

“Your brother is still single?” I asked curious, trying not to be too obvious.

“Yeah. He told me it was hard going back to dating when he has trust issues,” he answered. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason. Just curious,”

“Really? I thought you liked him.” I coughed out the noodles from the shock. Maybe I was too obvious. Yuuji looked at me in shock. “Oh shit, you really like him. I was just joking.” I blushed immediately. I outed myself, just like that.

“I mean… he is kinda cute,” I said as I fake like he wasn’t the big deal.

“Maybe I can set you up on a date with him one of these days. What do you think?” Yuuji asked me.

“If Choso is okay with that, that would be great,” I answered. I really didn’t want to bother him if he was still healing from his brother's betrayal.

The night rolled in Dubai. Little by little, the city was shutting down under the cloak of darkness with a vibrancy that rivaled the stars overhead. The skyline, a jagged silhouette against the ink-black sky, was a testament to human ingenuity and ambition. The air was balmy, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the sea from the Persian Gulf, mingling with the exotic aromas of spices and perfumes that wafted from the open doorways of the bustling souks.

A ping on my phone woke me up in the middle of the dark room. I grabbed it weakly to check what it was. The white screen flashed my eyes for a second, blinding me. My eyes blinked a couple of times to get used to the light. It was a message from Sukuna who was responsible for waking me up.

Cocky Bastard: Come to my room.

I looked at the time on my phone. 2:31 am. “This bitch…” I thought as I sat on the edge of the bed and slid my slippers in while yawning. I put my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed a hoodie to cover the fact that I was in pajamas. I was getting out of the room when my phone pinged again.

Cocky Bastard: Now.

“It better be important, or I’ll fucking kill you,” I thought as I typed angrily an answer.

You: Omw.

The hotel halls were an embodiment of luxury and tradition, where polished floors and golden lantern lights welcomed me into a clear path to Sukuna’s room at the other end of the hall. Ornate lanterns cast intricate shadows on walls adorned with rich tapestries and art, bridging ancient and modern worlds. The air, perfumed with jasmine and sandalwood, carried the blend of traditional Arabic melodies and contemporary tunes, adding to the ambiance.

A slam on the door woke my body up in a survival instinct. The sound of clicking heels against the marble floors were coming right to me. A beautiful and hot woman in a stunning red dress walked angrily past me while mumbling something to herself in Arabic. She was fuming. I wanted to help her, but I don’t think we spoke the same language.

I got to the room and knocked on his door three times like a secret code. He yelled to get in from the other side, naturally, I followed his order. The elegant living room of the most expensive suite of the hotel welcomed me with open arms. I walked in to see Sukuna drinking some red wine in the hotel’s comfy bathrobe.

“What the hell are you doing up at this time? You should be resting,” I scold him as I get to him. I tried to take the glass of wine out of his hands, but he pulled it away. Instead, he poured another glass for me.

“I’ll get straight to the point. I am a little bit desperate, you see,” Sukuna scoffed as he pushed the glass of wine to me without looking. “I have a luck ritual before every fight, I have to have satisfying sex before the fight to win.”

Oh, that's what it was… Was Sukuna really asking me to fuck with him? I was only his coach. I didn’t know he could see me with those eyes. Maybe he was really that desperate. The red wine was tempting me, I really needed alcohol in my system after hearing that.

“So you want to fuck with me?” I asked bluntly.

“‘Want’ is a strong word. If I wasn’t in this situation, I wouldn’t fuck you. You are not my type at all. I like petite girls I can easily break,” he scoffed. For some reason, that last comment made my blood boil. “It’s just to avoid my jinx. I won’t ask you to do it again.”

I was about to suggest hiring a prostitute, but I remembered we were in a very conservative country. There were very strict laws against prostitution, so looking for one would be an impossible task.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” I said as I grabbed the glass and stirred it to oxygen the maroon liquid.

“That’s all the convincing I need to do?” He asked, a bit surprised.

“At least that way, you won’t fuck another person’s fiancé.” Sukuna laughed, clearly offended.

“Yuuji told you?… That bastard.” He smirked, not believing his little brother would tell on him with his own coach.

“Yuuji told me about your jinx, so I believe you,” I said before gulping down the wine in one shot. “Since this is a one time thing, let’s get this done then.” I said before pushing him by the chest, cornering him back against the counter to kiss him.

Our lips collided into a frenetic dance to show each other who was really in control. We tilt our heads to deepen the kiss and reach for our tongues. He bit my lower lip to pull me closer to his face. His hand reached for my scalp to pull my head closer by my hair. My sneaky fingers snaked around his neck and shoulders to grab the back of his pink hair to make him behave. We were two wild dogs whose owners were pulling on their leashes to control them.

His big hands wrapped my waist to turn the tables. Sukuna pulled me up to make me sit on the cold kitchen counter. I grabbed him by the robe to keep him in place. Kissing Sukuna was like surviving in a thunderstorm. It was fierce and strong, but oddly warm once you get to the coldness. He grabbed me by my ass to pull my pelvis to his crotch. He was too damn good at this for his own good. I could feel my panties getting wet.

“I didn’t know you were such a slut,” he moaned against my lips. I pulled away to slap him across his face. He smirked, surprised by the sudden act of violence.

“I am sorry, did that hurt?” I asked in a fake innocent voice.

“Oh… you’ll fucking regret that,” Sukuna spat as he tossed me over his shoulder and spanked my ass. I squealed and covered it as I could with my hands. “I am sorry, did that hurt?” He imitated me. I scoffed in shame.

Sukuna took me to the sofa and tossed me in it. He quickly removed his bathrobe to expose himself to me. I took a quick scan of him. His fluffy pink hair was a mess with black hair poking underneath. His massive pecs were shaved and ready for tomorrow’s show. He had perfectly toned abs to die for, but what really surprised me was the star of tonight’s show, his massive thick cock. I was long and meaty, perfectly straight. With that cock, he could be a porn star. I couldn’t help but gulp with worried eyes.

“Don’t be scared, it doesn’t bite,” he said while stroking his already hard cock. “Quick. Take off your clothes,” he demanded.

“You are the one with the jinx, not me,” I barked, offended. “If you need to fuck me, show it.” He rolled his eyes and got close to me.

“You are such an annoying brat.”

He unzipped my hoodie, took off my shirt, slid down my shorts and ripped my underwear off me. Sukuna didn’t want to waste any time on a meaningless task. Once my whole body was exposed to him, he manhandled me to make me bend over the couch. He gripped my thighs hard to shove his monstrosity in one back shot. I gasped for air. It was too big. I opened my ass so it could fit better in me.

“Take your hands off there,” he spat as his hands grabbed both of my hands to put them behind my back. “I’ll have to teach you some fucking manners.”

That first thrust almost killed me. It was powerful and desperate. From the very beginning, he wanted to go all fucking in. I moaned every time he shoved his dick in my poor pussy, which wasn’t ready for a massacre. I opened my legs wider to give him better access. The slight pain was fading away with each thrust as my body was getting used to his stiff stick.

“You are going to fucking kill me… ‘kuna…” I moaned in despair as my breasts and ass cheeks bounced in perfect synchrony.

I was used to getting beat, punched and kicked, but this felt completely different. He was beating me to an addictive rhythm I could barely resist. The worst thing about it was that I didn’t want him to stop. His cock was hitting every inch of my intimacy so good that I just needed more. I felt full, but I could eat some dessert.

“Fuck, you are taking me better than that hoe I hired,” he groaned as his hips were hitting my ass in deep strokes.

“So, I wasn’t the first option…” I thought. I was a bit disappointed. I shouldn’t be. Sukuna was horrible enough to not want to fight another woman over him, but my competitive soul wasn’t happy with it. I knew I wasn’t a sexy bombshell, but I was pretty enough to be the first option. Shit, I was really offended.

“Turn around,” Sukuna ordered as he pulled out of me to put me in another position.

When I turned, he freed me from his grip. This was my opportunity. I pushed him to make him sit down on the wood coffee table. He was clearly in shock. If he wanted to avoid his jinx, it would be under my conditions. One of those conditions was making him understand I am the top dog and not a simple bitch he could hire on a Tuesday. I grabbed him by his chin and pulled his face towards me.

“Open wide,” I demanded.

“Why would I do that?” Sukuna argued with a smirk. I pulled his hair hard to make his chin face me.

“I said ‘Open wide’,” I repeated myself, forcing him to open his mouth.

I was starting to get tired of his whining and his bullshit. He needed to learn some fucking manners. If this was the way I had to do it, fine. I’ll do it in my own way. Sukuna tried to close his mouth, but he was going to behave, like it or not. I spit directly on his tongue and closed his jaw.

“That wasn’t that hard, wasn’t it?” I asked him with a smirk. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to be offended by it, but he low-key liked it.

My hands pushed him so he could lay down against the coffee table. He tried to fight me to regain control, but I grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him further back so he could stay still.

“Just fucking relax for once. I’ll do the dirty work from now on,” I whispered against his ear. My tongue flickered around his earlobe, just for the funsies. Sukuna retaliated and tried to fight me over, but when he saw that he was already under my claws, he stopped.

My hips humped against his crotch, and his cock twitched against my pussy in excitement. I slid his dick on me slowly and pushed it deep. He wasn’t just handsome and had a fantastic physique, his dick was perfect as well. It was big and thick, but it wasn’t scandalous enough to be scared of it. He was the perfect man, too bad he had a shitty personality. No one was really perfect.

My hips ride his cock without mercy. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time. His moans and grunts were a clear sign that I was doing a good job. I could feel he wanted to free himself to latch onto my body, but I was in charge tonight. I moved in slow circles, and he jerked his head back in satisfaction. He closed his eyes and his toes curled as I rode him like a real cowgirl. My breasts bounced, following the rhythm of my movements. Wet and squishy sounds with our moans filled the air, creating a perfect symphony of lust.

His dick was pushing and rubbing every part of my insides. It was raw and rough. I was desperately getting myself dumb fuck with the new toy I just borrowed. I never felt more tired and alive at the same time. I haven't felt this way in a pretty long time. I had to make the most of it. The coffee table was creaking with every hard bounce.

“F-Fuck… I am so close,” he moaned under his breath.

“Do you want to cum in me, baby?” I asked him in an innocent tone. He nodded in response. I smirked and made a full stop.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled at me with a slight blush on his cheeks.

“You need to ask for it nicely,” I asked. Sukuna frowned. “Say ‘Please, mommy. I want to cum.’” I got close to his face as if I was about to kiss him. “Just once, and I’ll let you cum all over this warm and slutty pussy,” I offered. Sukuna looked away. He was actually thinking of it. It was either saying the magic phrase or jinxing his own fight. I only saw an easy answer.

“Please, mommy… I want to cum…” He whispered while blushing intensely.

“I can’t hear you,” I said with a mischievous smile. Sukuna scoffed and bit his lower lip. He didn’t want to repeat himself.

“Please, mommy. I want to cum so bad,” he repeated, avoiding eye contact.

“Good boy,” I said before releasing his wrists. “Go crazy.”

He clasped his hands on my ass and made me ride him like I was just doing previously. He shook my hips up and down to ride him in a wilder rhythm, trying to compensate for the time we lost. The wood table was creaking and squeaking in pain. It didn’t take long for it to collapse, but that didn’t stop Sukuna. His hands continue bouncing my ass to his cock as he thrust against me.

“Just like that ‘Kuna…” I begged as I arched my back towards him. My nipples were rubbing against his pecs with each rough move. My legs were barely resisting. My eyes were tearing up from the power his cock held over me. He spanked me a couple of times as a celebration that he gained control over me. He pulled my hair to the side as he grunted to the rhythm of his hips.

“Sukuna!” I moaned as I drooled over his shoulder. The pressure and stiffness left so good inside of me. My tight pussy hugged his big cock every time he pushed it in. After a couple of wet strokes in, I felt it inside. His thick and warm milk inside of me. It was what I needed to reach the climax. His cum felt like that cup of noodles after training.

“Shit…” we both moaned as we relaxed our bodies.

I pulled slowly out of me and laid next to Sukuna on the broken coffee table. Our breathing and gasps filled the silence that always came with every climax. I came back to my senses after what happened. “I just fucked my trainee,” I thought as I closed my eyes, embarrassed. What have I done? I needed to go now. No one could find out.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked in a shy tone as I picked my clothes up from the floor. Sukuna pointed in the direction as he kept lying down on the table.

I ran to the bathroom and washed my face to fully wake up. I looked straight at my face in the mirror. The face of a slut. I gripped the zinc and sighed out loud. It was already done. I fucked him. It was a one time only thing. There was nothing I could do now.

“Just live with it,” I said before putting my clothes back on.

I exited the bathroom and looked for Sukuna to wish him a goodnight. I found him sleeping on the couch in just his bathrobe. “This dumbass will catch a cold,” I thought as I looked for something to cover him up.

I went to the fancy master bedroom to just grab a decorative blanket. I was just going to grab the blanket and go off, but something caught my eye. There was a Polaroid photo on top of his night stand. It was a cute picture of a little trio. Sukuna, Choso and Yuuji as kids at what appears to be a kickboxing tournament. They were wearing their cute sporty outfits and smiling as they showed their participation medals with pride. I knew he looked adorable.

Taking important photos everywhere is a habit only sensitive people have, like artists or musicians. I didn’t think Sukuna was the type of guy who kept memories like that.

Why did Sukuna carry something like this? I thought he hated his brothers. What made him act so cold towards them? I didn’t know, and I couldn't get answers. I didn’t care about the old Sukuna, I just needed the present Sukuna to behave. I placed back the picture where I found it and went back to the living room.

I placed the blanket on top of his massive body and moved around the cushions to make sure he would sleep well. His eyes shut, his chest going up and down from breathing and his fluffy messy hair was a delight to see. It was the first time I have seen him so relaxed. I wish I could see him more like this so he didn’t have to overwork himself.

“Why do you have to be an ass to everyone who cares about you?” I thought out loud.

The next day, under a starlit sky, the UFC Championship Night unfolded with electrifying intensity. The arena, alive with the roars of fans from across the globe who were watching live, set the stage for a night of unmatched athleticism and spirit. Fighters, embodying determination and skill, clashed in the octagon, their every move watched by an enraptured audience.

Between bouts, the energy never waned, as performances dazzled and discussions flourished among the diverse crowd. The main event, a pinnacle of strategy and strength, held spectators in a spell, culminating in a moment of pure triumph and emotion. As the night waned, the echoes of the event lingered, leaving behind memories of a spectacular evening where sport and spectacle had intertwined beautifully in Dubai.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the event that everyone was waiting for! Give it up for Sukuna “The King of the Ring” Ryomen!” The host welcomed him and his team to the big stage.

The Search by NF started playing as his anthem. His fans went crazy as he made his great appearance. He flexed his boxing skills with a couple of ghost jabs to warm up to the adrenaline rush of what being on the octagon meant. He looked focused and ready. I knew he was ready. I was confident he could beat Toji.

After last night, he ignored me the whole day. In the morning run, he avoided me. In the warm-up session, he didn’t even look at me. I didn’t know what I did wrong to deserve his cold treatment, but he followed the schedule I made, so I didn’t have any grounds to be mad at him. My legs could be weak, but my pride was strong.

After the medical and cheating check up by the referee, he got up on stage. Gojo, Nanami, Yuuji and I put ourselves by his designated corner, ready with our supplies for each round.

Toji and his staff made their own great entrance, and he got up to the octagon as well. The referee made them get close to recite the rules so they could bump gloves. After that, the real show was about to start.

“This is a no-blinking fight, everyone!” The commentator announced, and the public went crazy as the two strong fighters were about to clash. My palms started to get sweaty, and my eyes were focused only on him.

“Fight!” The referee announced, and they threw themselves at each other.

Punches, jabs and strikes cut the air in the tight space. Toji was the one who was building up his way to Sukuna’s space. He was conquering the fight little by little. Toji knew how strong Sukuna could be, he needed to take his time before he could kill him. After some minutes of teasing and a minute left on the timer, he went full beast mode on him. Sukuna wasn’t doing any offensive, he was just surviving being in the same cage as him. Gojo and Yuuji kept screaming incoherent instructions to him, but the public was so loud that Sukuna probably couldn’t hear him. Ten seconds on the clock and Toji connected a perfect jab to his ribs, taking air out of him.

The bell rang, and the referee separated them. Gojo, Yuuji and I quickly got inside the octagon to assist Sukuna for his next round.

“I thought you were in the winner’s team,” Toji yelled at me. I ignored him to get to Sukuna.

“You see what you have done? Are you trying to embarrass me?!” I yelled at Sukuna while Yuuji was showering him with water and put an ice pack on his ribs. My fighter looked at me with a frown. At least he wasn’t ignoring me now. “Now you are listening. You have to get closer. He has longer arms than you, he will rail you in boxing. Go for his legs, man!” I ordered, and he nodded, knowing I was right. “Make me proud, Sukuna.”

The next round started and Toji noticed the change in Sukuna’s attitude. He was wilder and straightforward than before, so he acted accordingly. They had three other rounds, but this was looking like the last one. Toji tried to connect a kick to Sukuna’s ribs, but his opponent took that opportunity to drop him to the ground. The audience stood up to get a better look at what was going on.

“Get it, Sukuna! Just like we practice!” I yelled at him with the highest pitch I could, so my voice would stand out.

Sukuna crawled and fought to get to Toji’s neck. “Is he going to do it?” I was shocked. He quickly got onto him to lock his opponent down against the mat with his legs around his neck and torso. Toji tried getting up, just like with Geto in his fight against Sukuna, but he wasn’t going to let him go so easily. Toji growled under his breath. He punched his sides, but Sukuna couldn’t give up. He latched his left leg on his right arm, causing Toji to turn around slowly.

“Oh my god…” I mumbled without losing eye contact with his physique.

“Is he…?” Gojo thought the same.

Sukuna made Toji turn on his belly. The black haired reached for his pink head, so he could only choke hold him in between his biceps. The euphoric screams from the audience kept getting louder as the fight got closer to the end. I saw Toji start to breathe with difficulty while his hands tried to loosen up Sukuna’s powerful grasp. He wasn’t going to let what happened in Las Vegas happen again.

After seconds of contemplating his options to win this, Toji noticed he had zero. It was over. He got him, so he tapped his arms three times to release him himself in defeat. The referee allowed it and Sukuna loosened up. The buzzer went off to indicate the fight was over, and the audience went wild.

“Did you see that?! I taught him how to do that!” I screamed in excitement to Yuuji who was as excited as I was to see his brother keeping his title.

Sukuna jumped over the fence to better hear the excitement of the public. The whole staff, the cameramen, and round girls entered the octagon to celebrate. The fighters got to the middle and the host announced Sukuna as the clear winner by technical knockout. Sukuna shook hands with Nanami, Gojo and Nanami in celebration.

“I knew you could do it,” I said, bear hugging him to piss him off.

To my surprise, he hugged me back. He was sweaty and clammy. His heart was rushing from adrenaline. His arms were trembling from exhaustion. I patted his back to show him my support. A smile appeared on my face when I realized that, for the first time, he was being sweet.

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cw: ts is just… hmmmmmskkansnakabsolapan. thank you for coming to my ted talk. praise, soft dom, light impact play, overstimulation, lmk if i missed anything.

sn: this is in first person and it’s so vague it could literally be anybody but in my heart and soul it’s nanami… or gojo… or yuta… (reblogs are appreciated lovelys 💕)

s: where you’ve never had the pleasure of being taken there, and nanami is nothing but chivalrous. wc: 1.5k

nsfw, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

“i don’t want you to focus on looking,” he whispers in my ear. my heart is thumping in my ears, so hot that his warm breath felt cool against them. “i need you to focus on feeling.” i exhale shakily and i feel; i feel the pads of his fingers dancing up and down my waist and stomach, the way they pinch ever so softly at my thighs, how gentle he handles me as if though i was the thinnest sheet of glass. i feel the way his stubble pricks at the soft flesh between my breasts, his open mouthed kisses leaving saliva behind to cool; like a reminder that he was there. i felt the way he brought me closer into his lap, i felt the aching need to bring myself closer to him.

i reach my arms back and do the opposite, placing them on his knees and allowing him more access to touch. my breathing is labored in anticipation of his next move. his fingers are playing with the band of elastic at my hips and i can’t help but to roll them forward into his touch.

“please.” i don’t even know what i’m asking for, but i’m willing to take anything he’d give me. the way he strings the tension between our bodies with his fingers, touching, grazing, groping, pulling. all the while i couldn’t breath. he tugs the fabric covering my pussy to the side, i could feel the heat exuding from my core onto his torso. “you see what happens when you let yourself feel?” he asks me quietly, running a single digit between my folds. i shudder at the sounds his fingers make, pulling my thighs apart and letting my head fall back.

his gentle touch never falters as he presses against my clit, i could just imagine the bastard’s face when i whine against the slow torturous circles he rubbed onto the bud. my chest is getting hot, i feel the sweat building up on my forehead but he remains composed. his arm wraps around my waist pulling me up to his chest as he begins to speed his fingers up.

it’s suddenly bright, and im staring into pools of desperation, i’m staring into a man’s eyes that screamt for nothing more than me relinquishing myself to him. but i wasn’t there yet, and he knew. “keep your eyes closed baby,” he mutters, and i do. “don’t worry about me, i’ll let you know when to look.” he instructs.

he doesn’t change his pace, instead just adding on to it. his teeth nip at my neck, biting and licking it after as if he was apologizing. my skin feels raw as he presses down with more pressure, i hum as his free hand cups my breast. he rolls my pert nipple between his middle and pointer fingers, even pinching and pulling them to his mouth for a quick swirl of his tongue.

my core was tightening, my thighs began to tense. i couldn’t believe it, i was almost there. the excitement that loomed my mind almost felt like doubt, was he really about to make me cum with just his fingers? i gasp for air as his fingers speed up against my clit, he’s reaching for my neck and placing soft kisses on my lips, “let it out baby, i got you. breath.”

i’m trying to regulate my breaths, in through my nose and out through my mouth. i’m trying to let it out, can’t he see? it’s not like i don’t want to cum, i do it by myself no problem. but this time it’s him, he’s drawing shapes and patterns on my clit, probably a ritual for all i know.

“look at me.” he urges me gently, “relax. you’re right there baby.” i steady myself on his shoulders, grinding up against his fingers until i feel a sharp slap on my thigh. “let me worry about that, you can use me to cum another time.” i choke at his words, furrowing my brows as i relax my thighs against his.

“i’m so close,” i whisper, my hips twitching. “who’s stopping you?” he whispers back, catching my eyes with his. “come for me.”

all i could see was his face smiling lazily, all i could hear was ringing and his compliments;

“look at you.”

“you listen so good.”

“so pretty baby, keep going.”

the sounds that crawled from my throat were feral. i came, i came so hard i forgot to breath. i came so hard i thanked him endlessly, i came so hard i nearly cried. but he didn’t stop, not when my thighs shook against his arms keeping me spread open, not when my hips bucked wildly. instead he stopped only to line himself up with my entrance and impale me on his cock.

for the first time that night he moaned so low i felt it in my own gut. my pussy pulsed around him, still clenching from the orgasm he seemed intent on not letting die down. “c’mon, give me more. now’s the time to use me baby.” he grunts, his massive hands grasping my ass in such contrast to his gentle demeanor earlier. his hands pulled me up and down on his cock and my nails are making crescent moons in his shoulders as i try to keep up.

“ah- fuck, oh my god!” i squeal. i grind against his pelvis, taking his words at face value, rubbing my swollen clit against him with each drag of my hips. i didn’t even register my second orgasm until i was sat entirely on his dick, my arms wrapped around his neck in an embrace so tight you would’ve thought i was drowning and he was a life raft.

“yes, yes, yes! come on this dick. you just need me to open the flood gates, huh?” his words were soothing and comforting but his actions were far from it. he hooked his arms under my legs and flips us over, the little air my lungs being knocked out by the new position. he drilled into me and the cries that poured from my mouth were almost embarrassing. who am i kidding? they are. not that either of us care.

his cock bullied my pussy, knocking into every wall, throwing away any of the dignity i could’ve had after this. he rests his forehead on mine, his eyes glued to mine as he spoke. “none of them could make you come ‘cause they’re not me.” my gut twists at his words. “but i can. and i’m going to make you come so hard around me that you’ll be addicted to me. you’ll keep crawling back to me. even your toys won’t make you scream like i will.”

that twist in my gut isn’t gone, and it’s getting stronger. “i-.”

“shut up. don’t talk. don’t do anything but come.” i whimper as he pulls back upright, pushing my knees against my chest and drawing his cock out to the tip before rushing right right back in. “i mean look at us baby, look at how you suck me in. god,” he snarls. “i’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” he sounds delirious, he looks delicious, and god does he feel even better.

the sweat shining from his broad chest, dripping down the washboard of his abdomen, i wanted to lick it all up and kiss all over him. i’d practically lost my mind, scratching and clawing at the sheets underneath me. i’ve never felt like this, not until him. he snakes his hand down to my folds, pressing up against my bud and that twist in my gut started to unravel.

my eyes widen as i scramble to watch what he’s watching, wanting to picture this moment and remember the feeling. “again baby? you gonna come again?” his voice is strained, and i nod fervently. “say my name when you come.” he demands.

i struggle to keep his eye contact as the waves of pleasure wash over me, his name coming out in broken sobs as my orgasm wrecks through my body.

“kento!”

he grunts and slumps forward, his thrusts slow and ragged. did he cum? i can’t think clearly. i’m seeing stars and i think i’ve gone deaf. that or the silence itself was deafening. i just let my best friend fuck me into oblivion.

“you good?” his voice bleeds into my focus. i blink slowly, trying to find the words, but only whining when i feel him pull out. he chuckles as he hovers over me, pinching the latex around the tip of his dick, pulling and knotting it. he tosses it to the wastebasket next to the bed and lays himself down next to me.

“you’re speechless.” he mumbles, his fingers running innocently down my stomach. there’s something else he says, but i don’t catch it. i wanted to ask him what he meant, making me addicted. but my eyes are heavy and i don’t have the slightest of energy to move.

“thank you.” i mumble.

part two! where’s the rest of your work?

#jjk smut #jjk x you #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #gojo smut #yuta smut #kento smut

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whalesforhands · 6 months

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i am an avid believer of pillow princess gojo and needy soft dom geto bc i am a part of the vanilla agenda (yes i know i am very boring). i feel like there’d be a few kinks here n there (maybe bondage? exhibitionism?? they seem like the type to like that) but overall they just wanna feel good with dyf!mc. I CAN IMAGINE THEM GETTING SOFT BUT WANTING MORE YK WHAT I MEAN?? MY MIND GOES BLANK THINKING ABT THAT RAHHH

-omori anon

whatever u want omori anon

more short but soft(ish) headcanons (nsfw)

warnings: fem!reader, this is NSFW, pls go away minors, 18+ only

satosugu

being together with this duo entails a lot of… ventures. not just in taking care of the 4 kids, helping them out with their homework, playing with them, testing out new recipes you saw in a magazine and on television and also just… trying to get back on your feet.

being with satosugu especially, when you finally show more comfort in activities of a more carnal nature, you’re not leaving the bed.

whilst you might think they prefer rough, hot and extremely vigorous bed exercises, they do. but when it comes to you, especially on your first night, it is insanely toned down. and it will remain that way until you express interest in going harder.

a lot of asking and forewarnings before taking any actions and a lot more of holding back on their end for your sake.

“can i touch you…?”

“i’m going to kiss you here, okay?”

“you sound so pretty… can you do that again for me, darling?”

“don’t squirm too much… ‘m gonna start.”

“ahh— fuck. don’t squeeze like that, i’m not going to last…”

“shit… you’re so gorgeous like that…”

“suck me off, please… wanna feel you…!”

their actions might be held back, but their kisses are not. every one taken from your lips feels like they’re trying to kiss you absolutely silly, until your head is filled with nothing but them.

“mmph…!” your tongues are entangling, the tempting swirl of your appendages moving vigorously as you feel his hand grasp onto yours almost desperately, fingers entwining just as he begins to pull away, a string of saliva connecting your once occupied lips, a gulp of air hastily swallowed by you as the flush of intimacy envelops your being. it isn’t long, not even enough for you to take in another breath before an impatient hand is already tilting your face towards his own, another set of familiar lips connecting your mouths for another restless makeout.

one round each? uhh… how about three?

“please, honey… i need another round, okay?” your thighs are already sore from having to bounce your hips on your own, your front collapsed onto his chest as you start to heave more, hair sticking to your face as exhaustion starts to catch up to you.

“don’t push her too hard if she can’t take it, satoru.”

“ehh? acting nice when you just went twice in a row is too mean to me, suguru…”

“at least i help do the work.”

“but it looks so cute when she’s struggling to do it herself…!”

jug of water right next to the bed because you’ll be here a long time. most of the time, there’s snacks provided too if satoru didn’t already eat them all.

cleanup is immediately done just for you the moment you look like you can’t handle anymore. no such thing as the ejaculate then evacuate here, not when your bare body is lifted in a princess carry to the bath to enjoy a bubble bath, a massage and suguru washing your hair for you as satoru helps brush your teeth.

bonus:

become a little more forward with their wants after your first night together. whether it be a new set of lingerie or cosplay in a wrapped box waiting on the bed, testing the waters by asking if you’re okay with pictures or videos or straight up being a little handsy.

i’m being serious about that last one.

you could be mid-conversation with gojo, telling him about your day as you sit with your back to his chest, his hands slithering their way under your shirt.

“and then shoko brought me to the old sushi place. the one with the mentaiko sauce i liked, but then i found out they didn’t serve any—“

“mhm, mhm.” he’s definitely only half listening when his hands rest on the skin of your stomach, fingers experimentally tracing shapes just below your breasts as you continue to talk, before you feel his hands quite literally start groping your mounds, flicking your nipples inbetween his fingers, squeezing your boobs etc. as you just… wonder if he’s still listening.

(it helps him focus)

#dyf au #satosugu x reader #omori anon

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p-antomime · 2 years

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House Of Cards.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 8K.

𖦹 content: service dom!satoru, soft dom!toji, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, power imbalance, jealousy (both from gojo & toji), mfm, cum play, undertones of love triangle, overstimulation, hair pulling.

𖦹 pairings: prince!satoru gojō x princess!fem!reader x duke!fushiguro toji.

ᥫ᭡. this is for Regalità & Magia Collab!; collab by my lovely @1900-aria ! <3 thank you so much for letting me join the collab & i love you aria!

Looking from afar was good enough, it was necessary and sufficient. Even if it wasn't that far away, they were closer today with their swords clashing so hard they seemed to whirl through their bodies and the grass of the training field getting thinner and thinner because of their footsteps. The two of them looked like forces of nature, deadly and yet graceful and stupendous. Or maybe they were just trying hard to look better than they actually were because they had an illustrious girl watching them intently, lost in the very thoughts she had been trying to push away for a long time and not realizing that the more seconds that passed, the later she got to her piano lesson.

You leaned forward, resting arms on the window frame and your eyes still fixed on the way Toji and Satoru, both wearing little more than just two wool sweaters that didn't match the luxurious attire they usually wore during the day and night and pants that seemed to squeeze their thighs too much, swirled around each other with two swords that required more than physical strength to lift.

Everyone who didn't know them might think that they were actually trying to hurt each other, even if it was only a superficial scratch on the cheek or shoulder. But knowing that there was a peace treaty between the two separate kingdoms, you preferred to believe that they were only taking that training more seriously out of sheer whim and pride. And it was comical how skillfully the two of them wielded those swords, because, as far as you know, they would never even step on a war field since there were two whole armies to do it.

It had become a small tradition to watch them from afar, a secret tradition that almost embarrassed you. Embarrassed not because you looked like you were drooling while watching them, but because of the way you felt every time those training sessions were over. It was beautiful to watch them, indeed, but more than that: it was thought-provoking; the way Toji's muscles flexed as he wielded and brandished his gleaming sword capable of cutting the air, the subtle way the thin fabric of the pants around his thighs seemed to be suffocating the skin, the way the shiny sweat trickled down Satoru's collarbones and went beyond the limit set by his wool shirt, the way his long fingers touched and played with the handle of his melee weapon.

In the end, you ended up with the heart racing faster than theirs, and no physical exertion was to blame. It was exhausting to have to live the rest of the day trying to act normal while the middle of your legs seemed to concentrate all the blood in your body and throb just thinking about the scenes played by the two of them, even with the help of a small diary where you wrote down your own sinful thoughts that you lacked the courage to shed light on and...

“Y/N?! Miss?!”

A voice snapped between your thoughts and you unwittingly jumped away from near the window as if you had been an accessory to a crime, your hands closed the curtains and heart seemed to try to leap out of the mouth as you turned to the door to see who it was.

“What are you doing here?! Don't you have class today?!”

Oh, it was Maki. With a fuming face and panting breath, she had probably run all over the palace after you.

“I—,” you started to speak, your eyes scanning the entire place for something that would provide you with a good enough excuse to calm the servant down a bit, “I got too distracted... reading...”

But there were no books in the room. At least, not now, the ones that were present before were taken to the library again by Nobara earlier that same day. However, Maki was in no position to either question you or accuse you of anything, so a sigh came out of her mouth and she slowly calmed down, both hands massaging her temples.

“I understand... anyway, Milady...,” she seemed to be weighing her own words before she huffed and walked over to the door to open it again, “I don't think your piano teacher will be resentful to hear that your tardiness came about because of something as noble as gaining knowledge from a book, right?”

A smile of relief appeared on your lips. In the end, she was always the one to save you when you couldn't, and shouldn't, get into trouble, no matter who was on the other side of the chessboard of the court of the kingdom run by the Gojo family.

It was like that at the court commanded by the Zen'in, why shouldn't it be like that now? Now that you and Toji, in order to make peace endure, had been sent to the kingdom which, a few years earlier, was at war with your own.

In reality, Toji, as a duke, understood that this maneuver by the Zen'in was an attempt to get rid of the headache he is, they were in fact hoping that someone in the Gojo’s Court would be willing to simply eliminate him; whether by poison, or by some crime he had not committed. However, that became impractical when your parents asked you to go along to “get better manners like a princess should have” and meanwhile you were told it would be a “vacation” trip.

And if it was a vacation, Maki had to be along; it was a personal rule of yours. Without her, you wouldn't go, and it was the worst 4hrs of Toji's life to have to put up with you gabbing with Maki all the way through between the Zen'in realm and the Gojo’s.

“Have you had enough, Gojo-kun?”

Toji's tone was easy, it seemed to have been carried by the wind to the ears of the light-haired, blue-eyed man, who opened a sideways smile and raised a questioning eyebrow before looking over his shoulder. Satoru didn't think his fellow foreigner knew that he was trying to see from afar if you were still at the window, but in fact he was, and very well.

“Don't call me 'Gojo-kun', you should be using 'Gojo-sama', Toji-chan,” Satoru replied, and soon after, turned to face Toji, who was now taking the liberty of sitting on the grass-covered ground and enjoying the sun falling across that part of the kingdom.

“Yeah, whatever, Gojo-kun, do you also have these preferences with your favorite visitor?”

This time, Gojo's eyebrow arched in confusion before his head fell to the side. And Toji raised his suggestively before amending, "Every time we're training here, you look over there looking for her, did you think I didn't notice?"

“Oh...,” Satoru forced a cough before dropping his own sword on the ground and running his hands through his hair, “Quite the opposite, I know you noticed and I admit that sometimes it was the intention, but in answer to your question: I have no preferences with girls, only with...,” his head waved in Toji's direction, “That there you call yourself.”

Fushiguro placed a hand over his heart as if to appear that it is hurting and Gojo opened a sideways smile.

“If I may advise you a little, Your Majesty, if I were you, I wouldn't try to impress her too much, I doubt she has any interest in you,” and what was once a sideways smile turned into a face of irritation.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Look at you, Gojo-kun, tryin' so hard to be seen by her, it's almost laughable,” Toji replied and let his body fall backwards until he was lying on the grass with eyes fixed on the clouds slowly passing by, "You're looking like a court jester, not a prince.”

“Shut your goofy ass up, Toji-chan, or I'll send you to the dungeon again like last week,” Gojo retorted before sitting down across from him and again looking out the window where you should still be, but the only thing left was the vague memory of your silhouette behind the doorframe.

Deep down, Satoru knew that Toji was partially right. It was indeed laughable to see him trying so hard to get your attention when he, as your fellow courtmate in the Zen'in realm, could accomplish this without any effort at all.

Sometimes Gojo even felt jealous of the jade-eyed brunette, and then he remembered that he was nothing more than a guest in that kingdom, and he laughed to himself that if he wanted to get rid of Toji and leave you in isolation he would only have to click a few little political buttons. But the idea of isolating you at court didn't appeal to the young prince because it meant making you even more closed off to him than you already were.

And when he thought about the situation, it seemed that his house of playing cards crumbled like sand when hit by ocean water. Ocean water that, unlike his apprehensive eyes at that moment, was calm and patient.

“Does she talk about me to you?”

The question came out of Gojo before he could stop himself, Toji held back to glare at the prince and weigh his response options in silence.

“You think I'm her gossip partner?”

“No, but other than that green-haired servant you're the only person she has here, in this kingdom,” Satoru replied, “So by some very basic reasoning that even you can do, it's kind of obvious that she’d talk to you more than...,” he was going to add ‘me’, “Anyone else.”

A mocking chuckle escaped Toji's lips before he sat back down and crossed his arms, “Between a girl and a man, she’ll always choose to talk to a girl, even an idiot like you can come to that conclusion, Gojo.”

After that, the two of them were silent... until Satoru realized that Toji had not answered the original question and spoke, “You didn't answer, Toji.”

“No,” Gojo noted that the negative answer was to the original question, “But since you asked me something, can I ask you something else back? To make us even, obviously,” Toji said and Satoru nodded, “Why her? You could have anyone, I guess.”

That was the question that frustrated Gojo the most. Both as a prince and as a person. Because he knew the answer, but he didn't even want to admit it to himself, let alone to Toji.

The truth was that you were a refreshing novelty in the middle of pages of life already memorized by Satoru Gojo. He knew almost nothing about you. What was your favorite color? What was your favorite food? Did you prefer cats, dogs or rabbits as pets? Did you prefer citrus or sweet scents? Gojo didn't have the answer to any of these questions and many others, but he wanted to, so badly that it was frustrating to know that you almost never gave him a good enough opening to exchange more than four or five words with you.

“I think it's time for me to go take a shower.”

Gojo interrupted his own thoughts before already preparing to retreat into the palace again, and Toji tried to grab his trouser bar, but his hand was kicked away and his arm, pushed away with the blunt end of the prince’s sword blade.

“You didn't even—”

“I never said I would, Toji-chan!”, was the last thing Satoru said before retreating almost desperately and, after some incredibly long and fast strides, reaching the interior of the palace without even knowing right whether to go to his own room or...

His eyes went all the way down the hall, finding your bedroom, his heart skipped a beat.

Or wait for you in your room. He was just dying for a chance to talk to you, and besides, it wouldn't hurt, would it? At most you would be scared and ask him to leave your room, but it was worth it to at least try to get a crumb of your attention.

Gojo slowly turned in the direction of where the door to your room was hidden and entered to look around for details in the decoration that had been placed by you, but little had changed, there was very little of your personality imprinted on those walls — it was not such a good surprise for him.

The place, as always, was beautiful, completely tidy, and always fit for a princess, but Satoru had long ago convinced himself that you would be more comfortable sleeping with him, in his bed, smelling his scent emanating from the pillows and sheets every morning, and with his hands lazily holding you around your waist.

He walked a bit, still looking around and feeling his nostrils being impregnated by the cologne you had always worn since your arrival. And then, suddenly, his eyes fell on your pillow, which didn't look starched. In fact, it looked too high, as if the mattress had some lump in the wood that caused that unevenness.

“Hm?” Gojo forced his eyes; maybe his mind was imagining things, “Did Maki forget to tidy the bed?”, the question was to himself as he approached the bed and touched the pillow, pressing two fingers over where the elevation was highest.

And then he realized that there was something solid below it.

Gojo's frown creased slowly, one hand sneaked under the pillow, and his fingertips reached for a hard cover, full of reliefs that formed designs in spirals, but which, Satoru realized as he pulled the journal out, formed no actual design.

Why would you keep a book under your pillow?

Gojo looked at the front and back cover, it didn't seem to be an unsuitable journal, in fact: it didn't even have a name. It just looked very worn, old, but not necessarily beat up.

Slowly it was opened, and the reading of two short lines was enough for Gojo to feel his heart stop beating, come back, and stop again. The day and month marking made the function of this journal even clearer.

It was a diary. Your diary.

A shiver ran down Gojo's back, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind. His eyes went from the diary to the ajar bedroom door, the feeling of having the golden opportunity slowly creeping up on him at the same time that the guilt for having considered invading your privacy made him feel like a criminal.

The chance to know if you talked about him, even thought about him, was literally between his fingers. Right there, in front of him.

“Fuck,” Satoru muttered and ran his tongue over lips before looking at the door again.

A sigh escaped from the back of his throat, the journal slowly pushed under your pillow again, and slowly Gojo walked to the door.

If he spent too much time inside there, maybe his mind would change and he was going to have to live with the guilt of having read your nastiest thoughts until he died.

Guilt somewhat different from the fatigue you were feeling when you returned to your bedroom almost two hours later. Your fingers calloused from trying to play the piano with the overused partitions of the Gojo family's private piano teacher. The only things you wanted after that was to write down how hellish your day was in the same diary touched by the prince some time before, and to go to sleep.

So as soon as you fell into bed after closing the door, your hands went looking for that little journal. And a shiver ran down your spine faster than the teacher had made you sit on the fluffy stool in front of the piano hours before.

The diary was still there, but it was different. It was much farther away from the edge of the pillow than you remembered it being.

Immediately, you threw the pillow away and gripped it so tightly; if it were older the cover would probably tear with the force you used. A relief came over you as soon as you saw that it was still closed, almost untouched, but still: its original position had been tampered with.

Had some servant found it and returned it to its place, thinking it was some book brought from the Zen'in realm?

You left the room and, as luck would have it, saw a servant walking down the hall with a basket of clothes.

“Excuse me!” you called out to her and immediately earned a long, angled bow from her, “Miss wouldn't know to tell me if, perhaps, you even saw someone entering one of the rooms in this hall today?”

One of her eyebrows arched and you realized how fast-breathing you were, looking like a neurotic lunatic.

“Lady, I believe the only people who walked these halls besides me, Your Grace and other servants, was the prince coming from his training with Lord Fushiguro who is accompanying you.”

Gojo wouldn't have...? Would he?

Your heart beat even harder, your fingers sank into the sides of the journal still between your hands and a forced smile began to form on your lips, “A-Alright, I just... I’ve been a little paranoid these days and...,” you bit your lower lip; why exactly were you explaining yourself to a servant girl?

“Thank you, Miss, for your time and information,” you said before entering the bedroom again and closing the door tightly, finally letting the young woman go on her way to the palace laundry.

The anxiety was eating you up inside and making you imagine possible occasions that never happened, would happen, or will happen. It was clear that you would not be able to sleep today if you did not know whether or not Gojo had read anything that was written there.

For the first time in months, you, without Maki's help or comments, changed from a tight dress into a gown suitable for nighttime walks around the palace, and the only thing that accompanied you with your thoughts in a million through the halls was your cold sweaty hands, which knocked in front of a tall wooden door as soon as you stopped walking. It was not Gojo's, it would be improper for a young girl like you to be seen entering his room at that time of night.

“Who's it?”

“It's me, Toji...,” you replied, the door slowly opened.

By his clothes, Toji looked like he was about to take a shower to change for dinner. And by yours, he imagined you were about to go to sleep.

“Why are you walking around in these clothes?”

“That's not important at the moment, Toji,” you replied and he crossed his arms.

“Isn't it? How can it not be important that you are almost without clothes in the middle of—”

“May I ask where Gojo is?” you interrupted him and saw that it looked like Toji had almost seen a ghost, especially when a hand of his forcefully took hold of your arm, squeezing it lightly.

“Are you going to meet with Gojo Satoru?!”

“W-What?” you felt shame burn inside your cheeks, “Why are you asking me that?! Do I look like someone who is going to meet Gojo Satoru?!”

His eyes sliding down your clothes slowly was the silent answer you needed before opening your mouth again, “I am not! I just... need to ask him something, do you know where he is?”

Toji took a deep breath and leaned one of his elbows on the doorframe, “I can't tell you for sure, but the last time I saw him again after we finished our afternoon fun, he was at the gardens, the ones with that flower's labyrinth, you must know of each one I'm talking about, right?”

“And was that still tonight? Or earlier?” you asked and he raised only one finger, indicating that the first option was the correct one, “Sure... I will, you know, talk to him, if you'll excuse me and—”

“I don't, I can't let you go walking around in those clothes and on top of that going to meet Gojo Satoru. And if you two are seen, hm? Would you enjoy having your father come and pick you up in a carriage if it comes to his ears that you've been falling for a Gojo?”

You stared at Toji, then looked down at his hand still holding you by the arm. Damn, you just wanted to know whether or not Satoru had read your diary, why was Toji suddenly caring so much about what you do or fail to do with Satoru?

“No one will know anything if you and he keep your mouths zipped, Toji,” you spoke up and swallowed dryly before adding: “And I can't ask you to come with me because... it's something personal, okay?”

“Something personal that you need to sort out in the gardens with none other than Satoru Gojo?" he frowned and opened a wry smile before denying with his head, “I'll with you, Y/N.”

You were horrified.

“W-What?! No! Toji!” you tried to stop Toji as he walked into his room and grabbed one of his coats, “It's just a conversation! Stop acting like we're hiding some—”

“Wear this,” he threw the coat over you, your face and shoulders, before leaving the room and locking the door from the outside, “I already said I'm going with you.”

You felt like yelling at him, like throwing that coat in his face.

“Toji, wait!” you ran to walk him down the hall and grabbed his wrist with all the strength you could muster, until you made him stop walking and look at you, “If you're coming with me, I need you to promise me that you won't listen to anything,” as soon as he opened his mouth to refuse the request, you were quicker, “Please, that's the only thing I ask of you today.”

Toji could sense how anxious, almost desperate, you were by the way your fingers squeezed the skin of his wrist. And, for the first time, he mentally recognized that the matter must be serious.

“Okay,” he let go of your hand and picked up his coat that you had been holding up until then to place it over your shoulders in the proper manner, “I'll just walk with you and stand outside the garden, is that okay?”

“That's perfect, Toji,” you replied allowing yourself to open a small smile before accompanying him down the corridor that eventually led to the main hall.

The walk to the gardens was silent, until the moment the flower’s labyrinth began and Toji stopped before facing you and speaking, “He's always in the middle of the labyrinth, so if you pass four rights and a left, you can get there faster.”

You nodded in agreement and, without looking at your fellow traveler and path, you entered the floral maze calmly, counting the rights and lefts as told by Toji and, in the middle of a tall circle, indeed stood Satoru Gojo, with a shirt unbuttoned to just below his collarbones and his hair tousled. It was an ordinary end of the day for him, who always went there to try to de-stress or feel better.

“Your Majesty?” you called, and Gojo, thinking he was starting to hear things, looked to the side, only to see you standing there holding Toji's coat over your shoulder.

“M-Milady?” he huffed as he noticed how his voice wavered and straightened his posture, “Pardon me, I wasn't expecting visitors, but to what do I owe the honor?”

“I’d like to ask you something, Your Majesty,” you felt your own anxiety grow; it was the first time you were talking alone, without anyone else, without Toji, without Gojo's parents, without gossiping servants, “But, I ask right now that you don't think I'm accusing you of something you didn't do, yes?”

Satoru swallowed dryly, but agreed with his head before sitting down on the cold stone bench with hands over his lap.

“Today, it came to my attention that a very specific thing in my room has been moved around and... in short, this thing is very important to me, I have had it for a long-time and...” your hands began to sound cold; eyes were fixed on the floor without the courage to face Gojo's, “You must know how I feel, right? When someone goes through your things and...,” you heard the rustling of his clothes and as you raised your eyes a little, you realized that he was getting up and walking in front of you, “Please, Your Majesty, don't send me to—”

Before you could finish speaking, Satoru took one of your cold hands and raised it to make you look at him as well.

“Milady, I have not read your diary.”

The heat radiating from his fingers to yours made you hold the breath without even realizing it. He was touching you, for the first time. He, Satoru Gojo, was touching you, and so close that you could see the edges of his tucked-in shirt and the bulge of his jutting collarbones. Just as you had fantasized about seeing several times in various pages of your diary.

And then your eyes really did stare into his. He looked worried about whether you believed him or not, but all you could think about was how close he was and how much you wanted him to get even closer.

Without stopping to think too long, your other hand caught on the edge of his shirt, pulling him against you, and seconds later your mouth moved against his.

Satoru was simply speechless, not knowing how to act, he was prepared for anything, even you calling him a liar, except for a kiss. But, just as you gave indications that you were about to pull away in the face of his lack of response, his hands clamped around your waist and on the back of your neck while his lips moved against yours, matching your needs and stealing all your breath.

It was impossible not to let the kiss deepen, his tongue curling into yours, and a mess of hands formed between you and him: yours caressing his shoulders and neck, his groping your waist, pushing Toji's coat away and taking advantage of the moment to feel you completely. Just as your body was burning for his, Gojo's was burning for yours.

As soon as the air ran out, his lips slid from yours to your neck and a sequence of shivers ran through your body, sliding down your back, past your waist and concentrating between your thighs. Your hips moved against his leg and a moan escaped his throat; a moan that reminded you that maze of flowers was not so far from where Toji still stood.

“Y-Your Majesty, I—,” you gasped as you felt Satoru's hands pinning you against his body and your head fell back, your eyes staring at the entrance to the maze through which you had arrived at that spot, “Cannot, this, do this, Y-Your Highness—”

A hand of yours pulled him by the hair away from your neck and you bit your lip at the sight of his dilated pupils and face completely lost in desire. He looked even more handsome now.

“I need, need to go back, Satoru,” you whispered, and as you noticed his face draw closer to yours to kiss you again, your body pulled away a little more, “We shouldn't... this kind of thing in public, we shouldn't do this.”

“Then come to my room tomorrow,” he spoke breathlessly and you denied with your head before you knelt down to get Toji's coat, “If you don't come to my room, I will feel obligated to go to yours, Milady.”

“If you do, Toji will kill you, I'm not even joking, Satoru,” you walked toward the same path you had taken to get there.

“Toji?” a chuckle escaped Satoru as he ran towards you and pulled you by the wrist to make you stop walking, “You don't know him very well, do you?”

You looked at Gojo over your shoulder not knowing exactly what he was referring to and he continued, “Look at him, Milady, look at him closely and you will see how much he wants to get under your skirts,” you were about to say it didn't make sense but wasn’t given the chance to, “You know I'm right; you know if you did to him what you did to me today he wouldn't hesitate to press you down on that bench and spread your legs.”

“This...,” you started to speak, not knowing exactly what to say, “Nonsense, Your Majesty, now... if you'll excuse me...,” you walked away, but thought it best to stop in the middle of the maze to normalize your breathing and straighten your hair, just like the coat over your shoulders.

If Toji noticed anything different, besides the fact that you didn't raise your eyes to face him, you were told nothing. The only things he did as he left you safe and sound in your room were to kiss the back of your hand and wish you a good night's sleep.

But a good night's sleep was the last thing you got. Several times when you closed your eyes, your mind made a point of remembering Gojo, his kiss, the warm feeling of his hands on your body, and then him talking about Toji.

In the middle of the night, you were staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Your thoughts wouldn't let you sleep. And most of all, the tingling sensation between your legs that you no longer knew if it came from the desire to have Gojo touch you again or from the possibility that Toji really liked you more than you thought. However, whatever was the cause of it, you fell asleep eventually out of sheer exhaustion.

Maki, already in the morning, came into your room and seeing you sleeping so deeply, realized that it was better to let you sleep a little longer. She just didn't expect that you would wake up around lunch time only.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she said, watching you roll over in bed and opening the windows as you shoved your face under the pillow, “C'mon! It's lunch time yet! Wake up, Milady, you can't stay in bed all day long.”

You grunted and agreed with the head before getting up and being directed to the bathroom with Maki's hands on your shoulders.

She was right: you couldn't stay in bed all day long, but you could stay in your room and that's exactly what you did for most of it, until early evening fell and the anguish of staring more and more at your bedroom door waiting for Gojo to walk through it seemed to get worse and worse. Maybe he was just waiting for you to open it with a sideways smile — but he wasn't, you found that out as soon as you opened it and felt like an idiot, staring at the floor in front of you.

At least the hallway was empty. Empty enough that the only noise was your breath, so empty that maybe if you went to Satoru's room no one would intercept you. You bit your lip at the thought and almost unconsciously your feet started to walk, walk, walk until you reached the front door of his room that was strangely unguarded by any guards.

It seemed even... rehearsed, programmed.

The door suddenly opened and you covered yourself with your arms for fear that it was a guard or someone from court coming out, but it was worse than that.

“He told me to open it for you,” the mouth below jade eyes said and you felt a shiver run down your back as you noticed the deep tone he chose to use.

“He?”

“Don't act like a fool right now, Milady,” Toji replied and the door opened a little wider for you to enter and stand side by side inside Gojo's luxurious room.

“Oh, you came a little later than I anticipated, but here you are anyway,” the prince said and stood up from the bed, letting you see that his clothes were not that different from yesterday, the only difference was a harness around his thighs and waist, “Come here, Milady,” a hand of his called out to you and remained spread in the air only to be caught by you seconds later.

You could feel Toji's watchful, interrogative gaze burning into your back and the feeling of being watched by him combined with the shiver running through your body when Gojo kissed your hand with eyes fixed on yours made the same tingle from yesterday appear, “I came here to apologize for yesterday, Your Majesty.”

It was a lie, you both knew that, but Toji did not, “For yesterday?”

“We kissed yesterday,” Gojo replied to Toji and stood up without releasing your hand, his eyes not straying from yours, “Actually, she kissed me and I must admit I had no intention of letting her come back to you yesterday, Toji-chan, but Milady was... worried, to say the least.”

Your hand was slowly released and Satoru circled your body before facing Toji and speaking again, “She was worried that you might kill me if I gave her more than one kiss and I admit again that at the time I could barely contain my laughter because I know you wouldn't do that, Toji-chan, quite the contrary: you'd be wondering why she didn't choose you, wouldn't you? Since, y'know, you want to fuck her so badly that you can barely avert your eyes from her body since she got here, am I wrong, sir?”

You didn't see it, but Toji's jaw locked. And the two of them stared at each other for long seconds.

“Answer, Toji, I’m talking now as your prince, not your sword-mate.”

He could lie if he wanted to. But that meant breaking a part of his heart that he didn't even know existed.

“No, Your Majesty, you are not wrong,” and just then Satoru's lips were close to your ear, his breath beating against your cheek and his eyes analyzing your expressions. He could see many things reflected in your eyes, but hurt, anger, or disappointment were not one of them.

“See, Milady? See how I was correct?” a hand of his reached over your waist to pull your body against his and turn you facing Toji, “And, if I’m still correct, I can tell that you not only want to be fucked by him, but by me too, by the way you look so tense...,” his fingers trailed up your back and brushed against your shoulder to massage the junction of it and your neck, “And the way your thighs are pressing against each other, do you need something between them, Milady? Perhaps my hand? Or his mouth?”

A heavy hand placed itself on one of Gojo's shoulders and you both looked to the side, only to see Toji as if he was about to break the prince's arm with just one hand, “Stop talking to her like that, can't you tell when you're making a girl uncomfortable?”

Satoru raised an eyebrow and used his other hand to pull your chin up before whispering close to your ear again, “Tell him, Milady, he deserves to know, don't you think?”

“Toji, I—,” you licked your lips before continuing, “I want it, want y-you both.”

A strange aura set between those two men, an aura you couldn't describe or define, but the exchange of glances between them and the way Satoru walked away made it clear that it was Toji who was going to make the first move with you. And his first step took your breath away completely, his hands grabbed your face and pulled your body against his and his mouth suddenly took hold of yours.

Now, there was no reason for any resistance or hesitation on your part, so your hands immediately placed themselves on the back of his neck to deepen the kiss and your mouth let his tongue enter in. His fingers ghosted across your shoulders, back, waist, and finally placed themselves on your hips possessively only to be pulled away seconds later by the slender hands of Satoru, who pulled you back and pushed you against his bed.

“She said 'you both', not 'you, Toji',” he sat on the bed with his back resting on the cold headboard and pulled you by one arm to sit on his lap.

Gojo took your lips in a hurried kiss and tangled his hands in your clothes to start removing them as quickly as you, completely restless on his lap, trying to breathe properly between the kiss and the feeling of having his warm fingers on your body again, allowed. And Toji, on the other hand, approached slowly, still dizzy from having finally kissed you after so long and struggling internally to decide whether or not to continue with the whole thing; to him you didn't seem like the kind of girl who could handle even one guy, let alone two.

Until he felt you grab one of his wrists and stared at you, seeing your head dropped back, lips parted, and neck being attacked by Satoru's lips.

“Touch me, Toji,” your speech came out as a whisper and the duke moved a little closer, but not enough for you to actually be able to feel his body against yours, so your hand dropped from his wrist to the belt of his pants, finishing bringing him close, “Please, just once do what I want without question, Toji.”

His pants tightened between his thighs, sanity escaping between his fingers like sand as soon as his hand curled into your hair and pulled your face against his to kiss you again.

As your breath disappeared again and your hips began grind against one of Gojo's thighs, a mess of hands began to build over your body. You could no longer tell if it was Satoru's or Toji's that were kneading and pinching your tits or that were squeezing your waist and sliding down between your legs.

You didn't even know whether to moan the name of one of the other before you looked down to the middle of your thighs and saw that, in fact, one hand of each was already on your pussy, the prince's rubbing your clit and your duke's playing with your entrance, feeling the wet mark on your panties getting bigger and bigger as your slick leaked more.

“She's so—,” Toji began to speak and Gojo added, “Fucking wet, I doubt it’d be hard to just slide into her right now.”

A small smile appeared on the brunette's lips as his fingers pulled your panties aside and teased your entrance, “You don't know anything about girls if you think you can just fuck them dry, Your Majesty,” and then his long, plump digits slid into you, making you arch your back and desperately cling to Satoru's shoulders.

A hoarse moan escaped you, close to his ear, and the feeling of being completely opened hit you hard suddenly.

“Dry, you say?” Gojo arched an eyebrow and rubbed your clit a little harder, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you try to grind your pussy against their hands harder, “Can't you feel how much she’s dripping onto your fingers even when they’re already inside her? You’re the one who doesn't know anything about girls, Toji.”

“S-Stop it y-you two,” you gasped, about to speak further, but Toji's fingers pressing on your sweetest spot made you lose the posture completely, clinging even tighter to Satoru and whimpering as the hot sensation deep in your belly grew uncontrollably.

“Oh, there we go,” Toji whispered and slipped his other arm around your waist to keep you still as his fingers began to thrust fast and deep inside you all the while slamming against that same sensitive spot.

How did he know your body so well? Gojo thought he couldn't be any more jealous of you with the Fushiguro man until he saw you panting, your eyes half-closed and pussy sucking his fingers deeper inside you, for his sake. It was at that moment that the prince, who was supposed to be in control, realized that he was just a boy next to Toji, who was much more experienced. And it got even worse for him as soon as you were pulled up, your back resting against the brunette's chest, and your body, just like the fingers moving in and out of you faster, could be seen completely by Satoru.

His emerald eyes were on the flushed face surrounded by platinum hair and remained fixed on it even as you let your head fall back over Toji's shoulder and your thighs closed around his hand at the same time your pussy squirted completely and your orgasm crashed over your body clouding your vision and making you moan loudly.

“Good girl, sweetheart,” he whispered close to your ear, pulled you to the side so the space between him and Gojo was empty and leaned toward the prince after leaving your pulsing pussy with no fingers, “This is how you treat a girl, Your Majesty,” Toji licked his fingers, wiping them clean of your juices, and slapped them against Gojo's red tinged cheek.

Satoru's pants became even tighter, how dare Toji?

A chuckle escaped him and his hands took hold of your waist to pull you onto his lap again, “Shut up, Toji.”

Just then, you still dizzy after your climax heard the sounds of buckles and buttons being opened and groped and by the time you managed to focus the attention on one of them again, you could see their hands around their shafts. The duke was fatter, he could fill you much better, the prince was longer, he could go deeper, but regardless of who was going to bury himself inside you first, you knew you were going to be stretched to the limits and thought you were ready for it until Satoru pulled you a little closer and held you by the waist exactly over his cock.

Differently than expected, he was slow, calm. First the puffy tip, then inch by inch. The sensitivity of your raw walls rubbing against his throbbing veins made both you and him moan loudly, his face sinking into the curve of your neck and your head falling back with eyes closed tightly, only opening when his dick was swallowed to the base and you began to feel uncontrollably full.

“Fuck,” Gojo gasped and raised his dilated pupil eyes to face you, “So fucking tight, sucking me in so hard,” a hand of his placed itself on the back of your neck and seconds later your lips were on his in a kiss interrupted several times by your moans and his; moans caused by his cock going in and out of your tight pussy, by your juices running down his veins and making a sticky mess with his precum.

Satoru was rutting into your heat without caring that one of Toji's hands had slid down your crotch and was now rubbing your clit furiously and you could barely think straight about anything other than his swollen tip kissing your cervix, about how you wanted him to go even deeper and how good it felt to have him inside you.

“H-Harder, please,” you gasped, and neither of them could tell if you were speaking to them solely, but even so, Toji and Gojo followed your request immediately and the perfect response came with your walls clenching down on the prince's long cock and the wet sounds getting even louder.

You felt two mouths latch onto either side of your neck and it was the incentive you needed to finally cum again, harder than before and pull Satoru's climax almost at the same time. The only reason your body didn't fall backwards with the spasms was that the duke's chest was against your back and the possessive hands of the man below you were holding you by the waist as he finished filling you to the brim.

He wanted to stay inside you much longer, shoved deep and making every drop of his cream be absorbed, but Toji wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you back until your pussy was free of Gojo's shaft and could be filled by him.

“Think you can take me after Gojo, princess?” the brunette whispered and you looked at him over one shoulder before agreeing with the head and placing hands over his on your body.

“Can, I-I can,” you felt Satoru's cum begin to leak down your thighs at the same time Toji's cock placed itself between them, “Do it, I-I wan—ngh!”

He slammed deep inside your pussy, fucking Satoru's cum even deeper and making you gasp suddenly. You could tell a glaring difference between Toji and the prince: in the former's hands you were almost a fleshlight, your body rising and falling according to his deep, hard thrusts, and in the latter's, a little doll about to break. But, neither of the two didn't make you feel wanted, desired.

The pain of overstimulation was beginning to mix with the pleasure caused by the pace inside you, and now you could barely keep your eyes open. The overwhelming feeling starting to be too much for your trembling body to handle, Toji's hands holding you being the perfect blessing not to let you just fall forward from exhaustion and his dick twitching against your gummy walls until they clenched tightly and his hips forced against yours erratically at the same time as his milk joined Gojo's inside you.

Before leaving you lying on the bed next to Satoru, the duke left small kisses on your neck and caressed your waist. You realized that the arms that hugged you and propped you up a little better on the soft bed were Gojo's, and for the next few minutes all you did was normalize your breathing and try not to fall asleep.

The loud sound of pants buttons being stirred made you awake from your state of near-sleep and look around, your attention falling on Toji who was gathering his own clothes and placing them on his body again.

“Where—Toji! Where are you going?”

He looked at you with an arched eyebrow, “Finish some things I should have already done if Your Majesty hadn't made me stay in this room for almost 2 hours before you arrived, Milady,” and then you both looked at Satoru who was running his hand nonchalantly between his hairlocks, “Besides...,” he approached the bed again and lifted your face slightly with his fingers on your chin, “I believe my job of taking care of you is finished for today,” his thumb brushed across your lips and you felt the shame burn inside your cheeks as he turned away, finished buttoning his own pants and walked to the bedroom door.

Nothing more was said by Toji after the door slammed and only Satoru and you were left.

Your mouth opened to say that it was also time for you to go back to your bedroom yourself, but Gojo was quicker this time, “You're sleeping here today, Milady,” you barely managed to stifle the silly smile that appeared on your lips upon hearing him and he took advantage of this small gap to rise up on his elbows, stand over your body with one hand on either side of your head and tilt his face towards with lips hovering over yours, “And for the rest of your days too, if that's the way you want it.”

What followed next was him putting himself between your legs and kissing you more eagerly than before.

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 16 | 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

ownership: a relationship where one person consents to being owned by another entirely within a dominant/submissive relationship.

pairing: gojo satoru x you

summary: gojo satoru likes you manicured, waxed, and massaged, dolled up in one of those tiny, expensive dresses he buys you. he likes your head vacant and your pussy filled with cum.

an: no thoughts head empty just dick and money i wanna be her fr

You know what Satoru wants from you, what he expects. He likes your subservience, your warmth, your docility. He likes that when he gets home from a long day of work, you’re there-- lounging on his couch in a skimpy outfit that he bought for you, or maybe lying out on his balcony in a tiny bikini taking in the sun rays.

He buys you anything that you could ever want, he takes care of you, calls you pretty and fucks you until you can’t think every night. He likes it when you don’t think, he’d rather you never had to.

When you first met Satoru, he told you that he wasn’t looking for a normal relationship. He doesn’t have the time, patience, or lifestyle to indulge in a deep, romantic connection with you.

“I’m not sure what to think of that,” you said, cocking your head to the side at him innocently.

He smirked, “What if you didn’t have to think at all?”

You were intrigued enough to give it a try, interested in him enough to agree to the relationship that you have now. No, it’s not a normal one. You don’t know what he does for a living, he said you wouldn’t believe him if he told you. His family? You don’t know if he has one, you’ve never met them.

And you don’t ask, because it’s not your role to think or worry or fuss over anything. It’s your job to look pretty for him, to run your fingers through his hair after a long day of work, to let him take you out shopping every weekend for whatever you’d look nice in, whatever you’d like to indulge in.

To let him fuck you, anywhere and anytime that he pleases.

If he comes up to you while you’re cooking dinner and slips his hand into your panties unexpectedly, you gasp and say thank you.

If you’re lying out by the pool in a tiny bikini, and he gives you a muttered “spread your legs for me,” you do so.

“Get on your knees for me,” he’ll say, right after you’ve finished your hair and makeup, and you’ll gracefully lower yourself down before him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out before he’s even unzipped his pants.

He’ll ruin your makeup like that, and he’ll never apologize for it. Instead, he’ll slap his cock against your cum-covered cheek, and say, “Good girl.”

You aren’t quite sure when you started living for subtle praises like that one, but now it’s all you think about. When you’re on top of him, bouncing up and down on his cock, you’re doing everything in your power to drag one compliment out of Satoru.

Usually, he just gives you a “faster, harder, make yourself cum,” and slaps your ass. He likes being ridden, he likes being pleased, he likes seeing you cum all over yourself-- not because he cares that it’s good for you-- but because the sight of it turns him on.

He likes seeing you lying across his lap, red ass up towards him. He likes seeing you cry, he likes making you cry. Not because you’re sad, but because he’s been leaving big, angry handprints on your ass and thighs for half an hour. That sight turns him on just as much as when you’re cumming and saying you love him, if not more.

He likes that he can do anything to you. Anything at all.

Give and take. He gives you anything you want, you take his cock and take his cum anytime he wants you to, and you don’t ask questions. It’s often that he wants you, he’s usually rough and degrading. Maybe that’s why you live and breathe to please him, just so he’ll call you a good girl, call you pretty, call you his.

Anything sort of gentleness or praise at all, you accept it. You beg for it. You need it.

That’s why he rarely gives it to you.

Satoru likes you needy, likes you whiny, likes you desperate. He’ll give an inch and take a mile, but he knows that you like it just as much as he does. You’d do anything he asked, you’d be his living, breathing sex toy.

Like today, when you’re going out shopping with him. He’s leaned back against the upholstery in his sunglasses, a blue button-down, and some slacks. He looks good, he smells good, and most importantly-- he’s not paying attention to you.

He can feel the glare you’re giving him in the backseat of the car, arms crossed over your pretty tits like you really have something to be angry about, even when you’re wearing a slutty little outfit that costs the same amount of money as a two-bedroom apartment in the city.

“Satoru,” you whine.

“Hm?”

You move a little closer, daring to cross the border between the two of you to lay your hand on his knee. He looks down at them, taking your smaller hand into his larger one. He needs to get your nails done again soon. Maybe blue this time.

“Pay attention to me,” You mutter softly, interlocking your fingers with his, “please.”

“No.”

“Why?”

He tucks your hair behind your ear, gazing at you intently, “Because you’re a greedy little whore, and you don’t deserve it right now. Earn it if you want it.”

With that, he goes back to a state of disinterest in your existence, putting his arm around your seat while he looks elsewhere. At his words, you perk up, and he resists the urge to smirk to himself, knowing that he has you exactly where he wants you.

It’s all part of the fun.

Denying you, cherishing you, denying you. It keeps you wanting and waiting for him, it keeps you pawing at him incessantly for a sliver of love and affection. It keeps you running your hand up his thigh slowly and deliberately, trying to turn him on even though you’ve already fucked twice today.

Greedy little whore, he had you pegged exactly right.

“Like this, darling?” You hum, pressing a kiss below his ear, murmuring against his skin.

“You know that you could do better,” he replies coldly, even though he feels his cock rapidly hardening at your delicate touch, “don’t fucking tease me.”

You huff indignantly, brattier than usual today, as you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, freeing his cock. He bites his knuckle and pushes your head down onto his cock, as you suck him off messily in the backseat.

The car slows down to a stop, so Satoru knocks twice on the privacy divider between the front and back seats. It. means keep driving, and he usually does it in times like this, when your pretty mouth is smearing fenty lipgloss along the base of his dick.

His precum tastes salty and mild on your tongue, as you suck as much of him as you can into your mouth, stroking the rest with your hand. Satoru sighs softly, involuntarily thrusting up into your hot mouth a couple of times.

“Ass up,” he murmurs, pulling you up onto all fours in the seat. Thank god the windows are tinted darkly enough that a car passing by wouldn’t be able to see your pussy, though Satoru probably wouldn’t care too much if they did.

He pulls your short dress up so that it’s bunched around your hips, pushing your thong to the side so that he can feel your wetness on his fingers. Your pussy is bare and waxed for him as usual, it feels smooth to the touch, he pays enough to make sure that you’re just as he likes in every single way.

You’re wetter than usual, dripping onto his fingers and soiling your thong, as he decides to take care of it for you. Clearly, you haven’t been fucked often enough the past couple of days, he’s been neglecting you and your needy body.

He’ll make it right, just because he likes the feeling when you’re humming and moaning around his cock. He slides two fingers into your cunt easily, his thumb into your ass. It’s already prepped from when he fucked it earlier. If there’s any of his cum left inside, he wants to finger it out right fucking now and see it stain the leather seats underneath you.

You hum around his cock. “That’s it,” he purrs, pushing your head down further, as his brows crease, and he has to bite his lip to keep from being too noisy.

The combined sounds of his fingers driving in and out of your cunt and you messily sucking his cock are already a bit much for an afternoon drive.

Fuck, you’re so good at sucking his dick. So good, so good, so good. He’d tell you how much he likes it when you swirl your tongue around the head, but you’d like the praise too much.

Right when he’s about to cum inside your hot mouth, he yanks your head off, breaking the suction of your swollen lips and his shaft. With a groan, he tangles your hair in his fist and pulls your lips to meet his, kissing you sloppily and tasting his own precum on your tongue.

“Ride me,” he demands, “and don’t be fucking loud.”

Without fuss or hesitation, you reposition yourself to straddle his cock, wrapping your arms around his neck. You sink down onto his cock easily and smoothly, he fills you up so much that it’s nearly painful, even after all this time.

Today must be a good day for him, because he kisses you again, groans into your mouth as you bounce up and down on him in short, quick little thrusts to get him off inside you.

Satoru always likes to cum inside you, likes to fill you up with his seed and then watch it dribble out of you, likes to make you walk around and go on expensive dates with him while wearing cum-soaked panties. When you shift uncomfortably, and he knows it’s because you’re fucked full, he gets hard again.

“Thank you for letting me-- hah-- ah, thank you, S’toru, thank you--” you whimper against his lips, pulling your tits out of your dress for him to see.

“Look at you being good for me,” he mutters back, grinning arrogantly at you as you struggle to keep your balance and your pace with his big dick inside of you, “is it ‘cause you want a reward? Huh, baby? Think you’ve been good enough to deserve it?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you beg, and plead with him, knowing that you need his fingers to make you cum, and that you aren’t allowed to use your own without permission, “please-- please, please, S’toru. I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, please let me--”

He slaps your ass once, hard, “I told you to be fuckin’ quiet. You want Ijichi to hear you cum?”

“No, baby, no, of course not-- just you, just you.”

“You’re such a naughty little bitch,” he replies, but he can’t bite back the grin on his face when you’re so desperate to cum that you disobey him.

He likes it when you break the rules, just a little bit.

“My dirty little bitch,” he breathes, massaging your breast with one hand, rubbing your clit mercilessly with the other, “all mine, aren’t you? Yeah?”

“All yours, all yours, all yours—“ you repeat, digging your nails into his hair as the coil in your stomach draws closer and closer to snapping.

“You live for me, don’t you? You’d do anything for me?”

“Yes— Yes, anything for you, anything, S’toru—“

“That’s it, that’s it— good girl, just like that. Cum on my cock for me, baby. Give it to me.”

He kisses you again when he feels your muscles tense and your rhythm falter, biting your lower lip to keep you quiet when you cum with a shivering gasp.

The feeling of your walls pulsing and tightening around him drives him over the edge. He grunts, driving himself all the way inside of you. You can feel him twitching against your cervix, flooding you with cum, breathing heavily underneath you.

He pulls you off of his cock, fixing your thong back into place with a cheeky grin, as you feel it grow wetter with cum.

“I was nice to you, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you reply, sated and sleepy, “always.”

He’s about to prove you wrong, but not in a way that you’d hate.

“You made a mess in my lap, baby. Don’t be wasteful,” he says, gripping your chin to make you look up at him, “lick it up.”

You’d do anything for him. He needs you to prove it every once in a while, just to make sure. With a small nod of your head and not a single thought other than yes sir going through your mind, you bend over and lick up the spilled cum.

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hoejosatoru · 11 months

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your faves written by my faves

I believe all anime men can be categorized by if they were written by Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, or Ethel Cain.

Characters: jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, demon slayer, attack on titan, hunter x hunter, buddy daddies, MHA, hell’s paradise

CW for suggestive content, toxic relationship for Ethel Cain category. All characters are time skip as applies (ex Tokyo rev/haikyuu). MDNI

Written by Taylor Swift

Sweet & Romantic. The boy next-door type. Friends to lovers vibe. The type to throw rocks at your window and get you to sneak out just to watch the stars. Writes you letters. So many of each other’s firsts. Feels like a fairytale. Can range from a soft and gentle love to one that's fast and exciting, depending on person/situation. Always holds your hand when walking. A strong, healthy relationship. Would literally rather die than upset you. Buys you flowers. Sends you songs he thinks you’ll love. Calls you sweetheart, baby, my love. Loved by your friends and family. Makes you believe in love.

Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Denji (I swear once he calms down a lil he’d be a great partner), Takemichi, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Shinichiro, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Akaashi, Bokuto, Kageyama, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kenma, 99% of the haikuu cast unless listed elsewhere, Giyu, Rengoku, Jean, Connie, Armin, Kurapika, Leorio, Kazuki, Hawks

“Can I tell you a secret?” your best friend asks. You’re laying out on a blanket, watching the stars. You look at him, admiring how they twinkle in his eyes.

“Of course.”

“I think I love you.” He looks at you then, filling your chest with warmth. You’ve waited for him to say those words for so long, to name what has always existed between you.

“Can I show you what I think?” He nods eagerly. You lean in, pressing your lips to his. It is everything you always hoped it would be. He smiles into your kiss. “I think I love you, too.”

Written by Lana Del Rey

Sensual & Intense. Bad boy or hard exterior, but soft on the inside. Likes showing you off, but hates when other men look at you. Always has a hand on your lower back. Possessive, but in a controlling way. Dress slutty I can fight type. And he means it he will fuck anyone up for you. Makes you feel safe. Most likely to have a scandalous type of relationship (like an age gap, he has a bad reputation, etc). Probably has some sorta vice (smoking/drinking/fighting). High sex drive, he just can’t resist you :(. Probably has a daddy kink or is a dom (mostly soft/pleasure). Calls you princess, angel, pretty girl. Sometimes the relationship can be toxic, but you know the foundation is built on love.

Draken, Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Wakasa, Baji, Taiju, Inui, Koko, Sanzu, Izana, Kakucho, basically all of tokyo rev unless listed elsewhere, Rei, Toji, Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Suna, Terushima, Atsumu, Ushijima, Coach Ukai, Aki, Kishibe, Tengen, Obanai, Sanemi, Akaza, Levi, Eren, Reiner, Zeke, Aizawa, Gabimaru, Yamada Asaemon Shion, Tenza

“Come ‘ere baby,” he calls to you. He’s been eyeing you in that little sundress all night and his will power has run thin. You stand between his legs, looking down at him with a soft smile. The setting sun twinkles against the chain around his neck, making him look extra handsome. His large hand is on the back of your thigh, sliding up higher and higher and- you gasp his name and he squeezes your ass under your dress.

“People are gonna see!” you whisper yell, gesturing to all your friends mingling in your backyard. He has a lazy smile on his face as he rubs circles on your inner thigh.

“Don’t care,” he says, “Can’t resist my pretty girl anymore.”

Written by Ethel Cain

Toxic & Addictive. A waling red flag, but baby you are color blind. You know you shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him. He’s addictive. Super possessive and controlling. Always has his hands on you. Leaves bruises. Most likely to be a criminal or something darker. Would kill for you. Swears he loves you and that's why he acts so crazy. Honestly brings out the crazy in you too. Super high sex drive, wants you all the time. Hard dom. Calls you my girl when feeling nice, slut when he isn’t. Says my slut when he’s somewhere in between. Codependent. Fuck everyone but us type.

Sukuna, Douma, Hantengu clones, Muzan, Gyutaro, Hanma, Aza Chobe, Chrollo, Feitan, hisoka, illumi

He has your jaw in his hands, squeezing. Hard. There’s a twisted smile on his face, one that makes your heart race and your thighs rub together.

“You know you can never leave me, right?” he questions you. Though you know it is no question right. “You’re mine. Forever.” His hips have you pinned to the bed as he licks up your neck.

“All yours,” you reply. And you mean it. You were two halves of a fucked up whole. You loved him even if it drove you crazy.

His hand goes down your pants. “Good girl.”

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imagineanime2022 · 4 months

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Chosen

Ryomen Sukuna X Reader

Word Count: 1413

Requested: Anon

Request: Heyy, love your fics! Could I request a platonic Sukuna x teen reader who Sukuna considers as a daughter? She's in the same class as Yuuji at Jujutsu tech and she has like a terrible relationship with her parents and sometimes talks to Sukuna. Can it be kind of an angst to confort?? Tysmm

Warning: Bad relationship with your parents (not detailed), Sukuna is OOC I tried to stay as true to him as possible but he probably seems a little OOC

You had never been happier to know that Jujutsu Tech had on campus dorms, you had never been happy living at home, you had neve gotten on with your parents, they didn’t see cursed spirits the same way that you did so when you were a child they called you a liar or clumsy or an idiot for things that you would say or do, it caused you to recede into yourself, your cursed technique developing the more time you spent alone until one day Gojo knocked on you door.

Your parents were the ones that opened the door “Hi. I’m a representative from a private school in the city. We've been watching a few candidates from your daughter's school and have decided to offer her a place at our school.” Gojo explained. “Our daughter, are you sure?” Your father asked as you curled forward on your desk trying hard to ignore the conversation that you could hear from your window about it, hoping your homework could keep you busy. “Yes, your daughter (Y/N) (L/N).” Gojo confirmed and your father nodded, your head tuned to the curse that lingered around you because of your ability. “Six eyes!” The shill voice called out as you looked at it before turning back to the window, where you could hear your father inviting the man in, you could hear them coming up the stairs and then your door swung open and you looked at the door waiting for one of them to speak. “(Y/N) this is Satoru Gojo, he wants to talk to you about joining his school in the city.” Your father said, when you didn’t answer he gestured for Gojo to enter the room before walking back down the stairs. “Strange of them to want to leave their daughter with a man that they just met.” Gojo muttered under his breath. “They’ve never cared about me.” You answered with a shug. “So they’ve never believed you when you talked about the little guys that you can see?” Gojo asked. “Never… Why are you asking me that? How do you even know that?” You asked. “Have you ever been able to hurt them?” He asked. “Not on purpose, before when I was little, I was able to root around in their minds but the weaker ones seemed to come out of it confused and now they stick to me like guardians, telling me what little they know. They don’t like you.” You explained and he smirked. “Most of them don’t like me, my family is one of the strongest in the sorcerer's world.” He explained. “They call you six eyes, is that why you wear the blind fold?” You asked. “It is but not for the reason that you're thinking, I don’t actually have six eyes, it’s the name of one of the techniques I use.” He answered. “Are you sick of being stuck here?” “There’s nowhere else to go.” You answered. “If you choose to come with me, there’s dorms and you’ll get a job straight out of school you’ll never have to come back here unless you want to.” Gojo explained, you had only dreamed of something like this and now that it was offered to you, you didn’t know what to do, you hated where you were now but it was safe a known discomfort, if you were to leave you’d be in a whole new place and you didn’t know if you could go through that.

It was only a week later that you were properly moved into you dom, you met one of you classmates Megumi Fushiguro and a couple days later you met Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki, you all became the first years students a small class of great people who treated you better than your parents ever had. The first time that you met Sukuna was on the first night that you had all been watching a movie, you had all fallen asleep in the communal area. You often had trouble controlling your technique in your sleep, and this was no different, the problem was that you hadn’t even realised what you had done, Sukuna was aware of you long before you were of him.

Sukuna had seen you in his domain a few times before he decided to interact with you, his head leant on his hand as he called out “Hey kid! Are you going to wake up!?” He didn’t move from his throne and he had no idea why he had even woken you. “Where…” You mumbled as you looked around and before you could move he was standing over you. “What are you doing here little sorcerer?” He asked. “I don’t know.” You answered, he smiled as he saw the immediate submission in tone and actions as you looked at the floor below you, if you were disgusted by the liquid you were sitting in you didn’t show it. “Your technique is strong, you know you could tear someone apart if you controlled it properly.” He muttered. “I remember your family in the Heian era, they were worth the respect that they garnered.” “You know my family? Who are you?” You asked. “Knew.” He corrected “they’ve likely changed now, your parents are they able to do what you can?” “No. They hated me for what I could, thought I was crazy.” You answered. “Mmm and you believe them?” He asked with a smirk on his face “they’ve broken you, you need someone to build you up again.” “B-build…” You mumbled as you looked at your hands, he lifted your chin, your eyes glazing over with memories of fights he had with your family. “All you need to do is accept my help.” He offered you a hand, you reached up and took it but before anything else could happen you were shaken from your sleep, eyes falling on Yuji as he smiled. “I thought you were never going to wake up.” He laughed, “We have to get ready, we're going to be late.”

The next couple of weeks were filled with you visiting Sukuna and settling into a relationship much like a surrogate father, he told you stories of the past and helped you understand the technique that you had been given. It was only a little while that it started to scare, both your parents had hurt you and you were scared that it was something that you did. You had stopped sleeping as much, short naps didn’t allow for your technique to take hold but Sukuna noticed your absence the first night that you didn’t show, he wasn’t worried until he started to see you deteriorate though Yuji’s eyes. They were all so wrapped up in themselves that they hadn’t noticed so he’d have to fix it himself. He waited until he was sure that Yuji was sleep before taking control of his body, he easily navigated the dorms, completely silently finding and entering your room, you were sitting on the window seal facing away from him. “You should pay more attention to your surroundings.” He said and you jumped. “Yuji-” “Not quite.” He smirked as he moved forward, it seemed to dawn on you what was going on. “Sukuna, what are you doing here? This is because I’ve not been to see you, I’m sorry I didn’t-” “Stop talking.” He ordered, he knew that you mind was reeling and the fact that you were so tired but he needed you to calm down, what he wanted was fo you to rest, he told himself that you were too good of an asset to lose to your own mind, but the truth was far deeper than that, he wasn’t ready to admit that. “Sorry.” You said softly looking down. “Stop that, don’t apologise, why are you avoiding me?” He asked. “I just figured that I was bothering you.” you answered “I don’t have anything to offer you in return for everything, I should stop taking from you.” “Have Iever asked for anything, little one?” He asked. “No but-” “I don’t want anything else, you will pay me back in time, your ability is more than enough.” Sukuna answered. “Come on time to rest, you will become stronger and then when I take the world back you will be the only sorcerer left standing, my chosen child.” “Chosen?” You asked. “Of all I have seen you are the best.” He answered. “Now get some rest.” “Okay.” You answered softly.

Request Here!!

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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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Photograph, oh my mind.

photographer!Satoru Gojo x model f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: My contribution to the DeLuxe Vault's doin' it for the fame sever collab. Enjoy!! Warnings: 18+, co-worker relationship??, strangers to lovers, love bites, dry humping, soft dom!Gojo, service dom!Gojo, oral (f receiving), tit sucking, reader has pubes!, consensual filming, nude photography, praise!kink, daddy!kink, creampie, hair pulling, fingering. Words: 4.4k

networks: @planetonet

The thought that someone like him would ever deem someone like you worthy enough to work with him is unfathomable. Truthfully, you thought there would be more chance of winning the lottery. After all, you’re nothing special.

You’re just you.

But he… he is the Satoru Gojo.

“Hello pretty girl… welcome.” he smiles at you.

He gestures to a plush white dome chair in front of his meticulously organised desk. It’s minimalist. An iMac to his left with a notebook and pen to the right. There’s short pile of published books on the desk too, some of them his own, and a bulky DSLR camera on top.

There’s a camera in his hand, too. It looks heavy. You can’t tell if he’s holding it up or if it’s pulling him down.

You take a seat and cross one leg over the other, a beaming grin on your face as you watch him circle his desk and sit in the chair behind it. He leans back in it, his foot resting on his knee and looking as lax as someone can at their place of work.

“I’m overjoyed to finally meet you, y’know…” he tells you, brilliant white pearls almost blinding you as he grins. You can’t tell whether it’s a smile for you or himself. “I gotta say, you’re even more gorgeous in the flesh.”

“M-Me? Oh… no.” you shake your head dismissively, sitting bolt upright and appearing as prim and proper as your body would allow. “I’m honoured to meet you; I couldn’t believe it when my agent told me you were in touch. I— I love your work. I have for a while…” you inform him, a warm flush of blood heats your face and you hope he doesn’t notice the way your hairline begins to dampen.

He merely snickers.

Thought he doesn’t specify if it’s because of what you said or how nervous you look.

“Really? How long is a while?” he queries, uncrossing his legs. The rests his elbows onto the pristine white desk and creates a flat surface with his hands to rest his head onto. He seems genuinely interested in hearing what you have to say.

“Well… I found your Instagram when you were posting your ‘Lips’ series.” you tell him. The confession has your gaze faltering from him, and instead looking down at your feet. You couldn’t bear to look in his eyes when he tells you that you’re too weird and obsessive to work with.

“Wow… that certainly is an awful while, isn’t it?” he smirks. “What did you think of ‘Lips’? I look back at it fondly but—”

“I love it. It’s one of my favourite things you’ve done, Mr Gojo. Actually I— no, never mind.”

“What?” he tilts his head quickly upwards hoping to coax whatever little secret you were harbouring out of you. All the while his head was swimming with the unintentional eroticism of you calling him by his title rather than his name. You’re so demure and precious; positively bashful from being here with him like this.

He observes you pick up the bag you had brought with you, assuming it was filled with spare clothes and other essentials women like to carry. But even he couldn’t hold in a delighted chuckle when you pulled out a copy of a book that also rested atop his desk.

“You’re a real fan, huh? You weren’t kidding…”

“I’m sorry. I even pre-ordered it… I love it so much and your art is so beautiful. I know this is the series that made you famous so it’s sort of nice to feel part of that, I guess… um, yeah, I’m sorry I’m a total weirdo.”

“Want me to sign it?” he asks you, earnestly.

“I’d really like that a lot, only if you don’t mind.” you reply, before you even finish your sentence he’s nodding and holding his hand out to you. He bites off his pen lid with his teeth and shoots it back down onto the desk. You watch him as he flips to the opening page and scribbles his name in masterfully. “Thank you so much for this.”

“It’s not a problem, sweetheart.” he expresses with another grin that you can’t help but find awfully attractive.

His smile is as beautiful as his art. A set of perfectly straight white teeth and a pair of plump lips that he definitely takes care of. You only wish he’d take off his sunglasses, you’d give anything to see his eyes in all of their glory.

“Well, we have something in common,” he starts, demanding even more of your attention than he’s already receiving. “I found you on Instagram, too.”

“Really? Small world…” you mumble to yourself, “There are tons of girls on there trying to be models, and I don’t get much attention compared to some of the others.”

“You have my attention. Complete and undivided, sweetheart. Been like that since the minute I saw you.” he explains. You feel your face getting hot again. He has a special way of speaking that makes you tingle. So much so that you need to squeeze your thighs to stop any building pressure, though once again, you hope he doesn’t notice.

“Um, thank you for the opportunity, Mr Gojo.”

“Of course. I’d be a fool to let a rare talent like you slip through my fingers. I’ll ask a few questions and then we can begin shooting, how does that sound?” he offers. You nod, simply, eager to get your first big modelling job underway. “Perfect… how long have you been modelling?”

“Only a year. But I used to love wearing my big sister’s high heels when I was a kid and pretending I was on a catwalk, if that counts.” you smile to yourself as you relive the memory. He begins writing in his notebook, laughing alongside you when you tell him your answer.

“Oh my God, you’re so cute.” he beams, and you can’t help but smile even wider. “I’m guessing this is your first big shoot. But what types of gigs have you booked before now?”

“Nothing major, um… a few sponsored product things on my socials. Um… some catalogue work too. I’m hoping I’ll get to do runway one day.”

“I’m sure you will,” he tells you casually, once again writing in his notebook. “Have you ever done a swimwear gig? Bikinis and coverups, things like that.”

“A handful of times. They’re my favourite since it’s usually a day in the sun!” you laugh softly at yourself. It’s like an awkward tic. You laugh at everything to make sure you sound playful and kind and hope it will alleviate any tension between you. Though it seems like you’ve fabricated tension out of thin air, Satoru Gojo is a nice guy.

“Mhmm, what about nude shoots?” he questions, a serious look on his face as he looks you dead in the eye. Carefully observing your features and the way that you answer.

“Um… no, nothing like that.” you tell him, honestly.

“Would you be willing to?” he continues.

“I— I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t think so.” you stumble over your words as you do your best to answer his questions.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you.” he expresses. He finishes writing and puts away his notebook and pen inside a drawer in the desk before resting his weight on top of it again. “Some people do, some don’t, and I’m fine with that. Do you know what this shoot is about?”

“My agent didn’t tell me much other than I have to do the shoot since it’s with you. But I would never have turned it down anyway.”

“Stop it… you’re so sweet you’ll rot my teeth.” he chuckles, “This project I’m working on is called ‘Intimate’. I’m collaborating with a celebrity I’m not allowed to namedrop yet. But that person will be choosing the best models and pictures for something… let’s say: life changing. How does that sound?”

“W-Wow… it— amazing. It sounds really amazing.”

“Oh, and in case you aren’t chosen, don’t worry. I’ll be including all of the models in my new book. So, would you like to get started?” he wonders.

“Yes, please!”

“Perfect answer, sweetheart.” he grins, standing upright and walking towards a door behind him. He holds it open and motions for you to walk through it. Quickly, you find your bag in your hand and you’re hurrying towards him and into the much darker room. “Now… this is the set-up we’ll be using, and our anonymous donor has gifted us with all of these outfits to choose from.”

There are five huge rails of clothing in the room. Each filled with a range of sleepwear, loungewear, and lingerie. The setting he mentioned is a huge fake bedroom. A large bed with gorgeous bedding and furniture decorate the space to make it look truly comfortable and homely.

“Intimate, isn’t it?” he speaks. You nod along, dumbly, but understanding why his project has been named so. “I believe that we are our most intimate selves inside of a bed. Whether it’s our own, a friends, lovers, strangers.”

“That’s really beautiful, Mr Gojo.”

“Heh, thank you, baby.” he replies graciously. “We have all day. You can dress yourself or let me decide what you’ll wear. I want to help you win. Are you in touch with yourself to know how to achieve that; or do you need someone else to take control of you?”

You turn away from him to look at the clothes, as well as to hide your flushed face and the way you’re biting your lip. He inspects you as you allow your fingertips to dance along the fabric of all of the clothing. There’s so much choice. So many options to choose from and you have no idea where to begin.

And he knows it.

And that is why it doesn’t surprise him one bit when you turn to him with a meek look on your face and a sparkle in your pleading gaze.

“Please help me, Mr Gojo.”

He smirks and saunters over to the clothing rails. There is an empty one you hadn’t initially noticed in the darkness of the room. He uses it to load his selection for you before wheeling it over to a changing curtain for you.

“Babe? I have some advice for you.” he starts. You stand in front of him as he towers over you, waiting to be showered in his worldly knowledge. “The modelling world, particularly catwalk, is incredibly fast paced.”

“I knew that already, Mr Gojo.”

“It’s so fast paced, that you’ll have to get used to letting people see you without clothes on. You’re not anywhere worthwhile if there isn’t ten pairs of tits in your face behind the scenes.”

He leaves you with that and starts to set up his lighting and cameras how he’d like them. Before you disappear behind the changing curtain, you notice him loading a camera onto a tripod. He’d hung up all of the outfits he’d like you to wear in order, so he’s delighted when you emerge from the curtain head to toe in the co-ordinated grey teddy loungewear set he picked for you. A little vest with long trousers and a long coverup gown.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re a vision…” he smiles, tilting his head in the direction of the bed so that you’ll sit down. He looms above you, your neck craning backwards so that you can look each other in the eye. He pulls off his glasses and tosses them across the room, retreating away from you and picking up a black headband to keep his hair out of his face. “Will you let me touch your makeup?” he asks happily. You nod.

He approaches with a box filled to the brim with makeup. But instead of touching up, you see him pick up a face wipe and brings it closer to you.

“Ah! Don’t, I won’t win if I—”

“Intimate selves, remember? Let me take control sweetheart, promise it won’t be so bad.” he assures you.

You take a deep breath and allow him to do with you as he wishes. He spends some time removing your makeup, you don’t even realise until you hear him shuffle backwards and exhale deeply.

“So beautiful,” he tells you, two fingers and a thumb caressing your face whilst resting a makeup brush between his pinkie and ring finger. He rests down on the balls of his feet as he carefully paints your lips in a soft nude colour to match your features. He manages to coat the top lip with no issue, but your lower keeps fighting him and springing back into place. “Your bottom lip looks a little sore.” he informs you.

“O-Oh,” you stutter, accidentally biting your lip again.

“Ah, that’s the culprit.” he smirks, using the face wipe to take away the colour. “You look perfect as you are, you don’t need any of this shit.” he explains, throwing the brush back into the box and kicking it away.

You smile again, looking down as your vision catches Gojo’s camera around his neck. You look back to the one on the tripod and wonder why there is a need for two. But upon further inspection, you notice it flashing. A little red dot telling you there is a lurking eye spying on you.

“Mr Gojo…”

“Satoru is fine, y’know.”

“Satoru… are you filming this?”

“Oh, shit. Yeah, I got distracted and forgot to tell you. Me and you-don’t-know-who are making a little documentary out of this. It’s up to you whether you’d like me to film or not, I can shut it off. But you’ll need to sign some consent forms either way.”

“No, that’s okay. It sounds like fun!” you simper. He winks at you before ruffling your hair, pulling it out of its tie and letting it cascade around you.

“Show me what you can do.” he demands, holding his camera to his eye and watching you get into position from him.

Your ears ring with beep after beep with each flashing photograph taken. You’re in your element, though. Gojo notices it too. The way you’ve transformed from being so weak and timid to seductive and confident.

He isn’t letting you be photographed. You’re letting him photograph you.

Clothing becomes less and less as you work your way through the rail. You work your way through sets of lingerie and posing like you’re a cover girl for Playboy, you might even be worthy of being called a bunny.

You’re down to a pair of borg shorts and a mismatched bra. Gojo is on the bed with you, between your legs. With your back flat against the mattress and your head in the pillows, he takes numerous pictures of you looking flirtatiously into the lens.

“Satoru?”

“Yes, baby.”

“I changed my mind,” you start, prompting him to lower his camera. “I’d like you to photograph me nude.” you tell him without any hesitation or reluctance in your tone. It earns yet another grin from Gojo, who nods in acceptance of your sudden change of heart.

“Let’s make this a progression… unclasp your bra but don’t take it off.” he suggests.

You do as you’re told and lie in wait of what to do next. He simply returns to photographing you, which in turn leads to you posing some more. After a few more shutter sounds, he traces his finger across your collarbone to pull down one of the straps of the bra to your bicep.

It’s a sensual journey. One that carries on until one of your nipples peaks out from below the garish midnight blue bra that had been cupping your tits. He keeps snapping shots of you without pause, catching every inch of your true intimate self.

“Take it off now for me.” he instructs.

You pull it forward by the middle section until your breasts are being presented bare to him. There is a look in his eye. One that tells you he’s fighting against his primal urge to cop a feel and focus on the task at hand. And that, he does. A continuous string of photos are taken as you move and pose the best way you know how while your tits move beautifully along with you. Each movement forces a jiggle, one that Satoru Gojo is fighting to ignore.

He lowers the camera, you notice his hand reach towards you before he balls it into a soft yet defiant fist.

“You really are something, you know. So God damn beautiful.”

“Do you want to touch me, Mr Gojo?” you ask him, genuinely. You can’t deny the way this is making you feel. The way he is making you feel and has been making you feel since you stepped foot into his studio.

“I can’t.”

“You can, I—”

“It’s… it’s inappropriate. Maybe illegal? I’m not sure, but I can’t.”

“Mr Gojo… I can feel how hard your cock is. Please, just touch me.” you request, your voice almost whimpering as you practically beg for his contact. “It’s okay, really. I want you to touch me.”

He considers your words for a moment or two. And soon enough, he’s deciding that he can’t fight it anymore. He puts the camera down on the ground, freeing his hands so he can feel you and only you.

His hands are warm. He’s gentle with his touch, and his squeezing is soft. You mewl when his fingers and thumbs stray to your pert nipple.

“Gorgeous all around, hm? Even your moans are pretty.” he praises you.

You shudder as he lowers his mouth to your neck, kissing and suckling just enough to leave faint love bites as he carries on fondling your breasts. Soon he’s travelling south. Your collarbone is showered in tender affection and the same is gifted between the valley of your breasts.

“Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down.” Gojo informs you.

You look down at him, nodding, before he latches onto your breast to suckle and softly bite at it. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Each word spoke, each touch and each kiss from his lips is rushing straight to your cunt and making you feel heady.

A surprised gasp leaves you as you feel him wrap his arms around your back. You feel a chill as you’re quickly manoeuvred so that he’s sitting upright on the edge of the bed and you’re straddling him. He cups the back of your head with one hand and lets his other rest firmly in the small of your back.

He kisses you, deeply. It’s slow and passionate. Dare you say, intimate. You’re licking each other’s tongues gently as it continues to progress. Your hips rut against his throbbing hard-on through his dress-pants.

“You’re so perfect, baby. I knew I had to have you when I saw you.” he admits, it makes you giggle and throw your head back. He takes the opportunity to kiss your neck even more.

He picks you up again and keeps you on the edge of the bed. His fingers delve into your shorts, pausing only to ask, “May I?”

“I— I haven’t shaved. I’m sorry, I know I should have for a modelling job I just—”

You yelp as he tugs off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. He holds your legs open, and you can no longer support yourself. Your body collapses into the mattress as he examines your sex. He lets your legs relax as he pushes two fingers between your lips. They don’t enter you; he’s just enamoured by the wet and sticky sounds echoing around the room. His thumb brushes over your pubic hair, he notes the texture of it and his eyes roll back into his head.

“I like girls like you. I prefer girls like this.” he informs you. He picks up your legs again to move them over his shoulders. And just as he’s about to delve into your folds, he pauses. He takes a firm hold of your ankle and brings it closer to his face. He sniffs carefully and does the same with the other, kissing them both before putting them back where they were. “Did you put perfume on your ankles? It’s like you expected something like this to happen…” he smirks, pulling your warm flesh closer to him by your thighs.

“I— I didn’t know… but ‘m glad I did!” you reply.

He smiles once more before burying his face in your cunt. The way he laps and laves at your clit is masterful. Your fingers begin to rake through his hair, and you start to pull in an attempt to steady yourself. He groans, and it almost sounds pleasurable. You think he might like getting his hair pulled.

He slavers his tongue down from your pulsing clit to your drooling entrance. Savouring the taste and mixing it with his own saliva to make you a sopping mess.

He uses it all to his advantage. You’re forcing him closer into you with each pull of his hair, you think you might die if he stops. He slips a finger inside of you; followed by a second, which is your complete undoing.

“’m cumming!” you announce, loud enough for everyone in the building to hear, probably. You reach your climax, writhing and pulsating on the bed beneath you all while Gojo tries to drink every last drop of the mess you’ve made of yourself and him. “F-Fuck… you wore me out G-Gojo…”

“Get bored of calling me Mr Gojo?” he asks jokingly, spurring you on to chuckle at his comment.

“Are you into that?” you wonder.

“Babe,” you look up and observe him as he climbs on top of you, caging you in beneath him. “I don’t care if you call me mister, sir, Satoru, daddy. It doesn’t matter. ‘Cause you’re gonna be babbling so dumb when I fuck you.”

“Y-You wanna fuck me? Right now?”

“Yeah, right now.” he tells you as he holds you up in his arms and then places you back down the right way in the bed. “Oh, by the way, I wouldn’t oppose to daddy if you have a desire to yell something out for me.” he adds as he opens your legs for you.

You giggle at the thought of calling him daddy; seeing how it’s one of your favourite names to yell out in bed, too. You observe him as he unzips his trousers, pulling them down to his knees so that you can see the thick, long imprint of his cock bulging against his underwear. When you look up, you notice him staring at you and smirking all the while, forcing you to look away in humiliation. He pulls down his boxes slowly, only revealing the base and his own pubic hair. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and throws it aside, taking note of how patiently you’re waiting for him.

“You look so sweet f’me, sweetheart. Waiting for daddy’s cock like a good girl.” he grins. It forces you to bite your lip again, watching in anticipation for him to pull down his underwear enough for you to see him. Really see him.

His cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen. A little shimmer of pre decorating his six pack. He’s huge. Thick and veiny with a perfectly rounded tip. It’s dusted with a shy shade of pink and it’s leaking so deliciously.

So much so that you stick your tongue out and attempt to taste him. He pushes you back down, though, and traps you in his arms.

“Not now, angel, next time.” he speaks.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, I want to see you again. I want to take more pictures of you and I wanna eat your pussy again. And after this… I know I’m gonna wanna fuck you again.” he tells you, lining his cock up with your eager hole and slowly plunging inside. “Mmmpff, so tight. Such a pretty, tight pussy.” he huffs, taking his time to bottom out inside of you.

“Ah—! S-Shit, daddy. Think you’re in my throat…” you moan. He snickers before setting an almost idle pace. Doing his best to get you accustomed to his size. “F-Faster… please go-o faster, d-daddy.” you request. He kisses your cheek and picks up more speed.

And more speed.

His hips are slamming against yours and you’re both moaning uncontrollably. His mouth is level with your ear and the reverse is also true. Both of you humming and groaning lustful sounds into each other’s ears as you enjoy giving into your natural instincts.

He wasn’t wrong about you babbling complete nonsense. You think with each pummel of his thrusts accompanied with the sweetest praise you’ve ever received both your brain and internal organs have turned to goo.

You can’t even tell him you’re about to cum you’re so fucked out. But he knows. Your body gives you away as your pussy clenches around him, sucking him in deeper than either of you thought he could go. And with that, your insides are pulling him right over the edge of his own orgasm right along with you, flooding your walls with his cum.

He’s sweating, and panting.

You both are.

You begin to giggle as he lowers his head to kiss your neck again. Your eyes are closed and your head rolls to the side as he continues tickling you with his lips. When your eyes open, you gasp shallowly as your eyes lock with the blinking light of the filming camera. Gojo’s head raises to see what’s wrong.

“We forgot about the camera…”

“Oh, shit. Got carried away, didn’t we?” he laughs. “Don’t worry, I’ll delete it. Or cut it out. I’ll do something.” he tells you, an assuring twinkle in his heavenly eyes.

“Thanks, Satoru.”

“But first…” he tells you, rolling off of you and lying by your side and inviting you to rest your head on his chiselled chest. “Like I said, we’ve got all day. Why don’t we order some food and watch it back before it’s gone forever?” he suggests, and it’s quite an enticing offer. You pretend to think about it before nodding excitedly.

He holds you, though. Like you’re delicate and need him to keep you safe. And you can’t deny that it’s nice. Someone you’ve adored and looked up to for so long is treating you like you’re precious. Like you’re special.

“I like sushi… by the way.” you tell him, quietly.

“Then we’ll order sushi.”

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