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sanjisblackasswife · 8 months
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Thinking about College Student Gojo in class constantly getting distracted by you sitting beside him during class.
One stripe, two stripes, his eyes were mesmerized by how your slightly puckered lips poked outwards as you applied your gloss as you looked at your tiny mirror at your desk.
It was so pretty in his mind.
You were so pretty.
Not having his infinity on, but somehow you still felt his sharp blue eyes on your left side. Not moving your position, but pausing to shift your eyes to meet his under his dark shades, you hum, “Want some, Sato?” Playfully offering the lipgloss wand to him, Your voice sounding as sweet as the mochi he ate prior to class, Gojo couldn’t help but to.
“You’re good at that.”
“Thank you, Sato…I pride myself into making sure my lips ain’t dry.”
You speak so sarcastically with him he damn near forgets his next words, his mind going through a thousand thoughts,
how pretty those colors mix on your supple lips, how you use your acrylic pinky nail to remove the excess gloss from your lower lip.
How soft they would feel.
“Maybe one day you’ll take me up on my offer.” The sound of the lip gloss snapping shut cleared Gojo of his thoughts. He breathlessly chuckles,
“What? You’re saying my lips are dry?”
Before you answer you hear the commotion of other students and teacher emerging in one by one. You both give one last glance at each other until you look away to greet Geto and Shoko, but Gojo still had his blue eyes on your side profile, nibbling on his lower lip.
“Hey, Satoru.” His best friend pats his shoulder to sit beside him. “Are you blushing—“
“LET ME—copy your notes. I forgot again.” Satoru raised his voice, eyeing a now confused Suguru while he takes out his notepad.
It’s embarrassing how you make him feel, so effortlessly.”
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shisnhou · 2 years
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does anyone else have thoughts about gojo satoru who wants to buy you sexy lingerie for your birthday present, but doesn’t know what your bra or panty size is.
the man is walking into the lingerie store with his head held up high and his cheeks tainted red. all the women, and their significant others look at him with a confused yet intrigued look. why‘s this extremely handsome man walking into the lingerie store alone?
with long confident strides, this man walks to the set aisle. his blue eyes widen behind the designer sunglasses, and it isn’t the price tags that fluster him—he could care less about the insane price tags—what flusters him is the material and style of the lingerie.
he swallows, hard. he suppresses the shaking of his hand and reaches out for the dark blue lingerie before his also very blue eyes.
"excuse me sir?" a woman appears out of no where, breaking goio‘s impure imagination of you in said lingerie. "is there anything i can help you with?" she asks, cocking a brow.
gojo puts the lingerie down and stammers, licking his lips for a moment before coming to his senses. "i— yeah." he thinks hard and keeps his mind straight. "can i have this for my girl?"
"sure," she nods, taking the lingerie from his hands. "this is our limited edition, by the way. we only have two of these ever made by our famous designer.." gojo could honestly care less about what she is saying. all he‘s thinking of right now is taking the sinful piece and placing it on you as soon as possible.
"yeah." he nods, already looking around for another sexy set.
"the person you‘re with must be really lucky." she chuckles, still doing whatever the fuck she‘s supposed to do and looks at him. "this is one of a kind." she further adds. he nods again. "so i‘ll have to ask.."
"what‘s their size?"
gojo stops.
"what?"
"it‘s limited edition, so there‘s no size other than this. we have to make sure it‘s their size." she looks at him.
gojo halts. his whole body shuts down as he looks at it. he hadn‘t thought that part through. he thought that if he‘d see what looks good, he‘d immediately know it was made for you. but for god sake, now that he’s here, he doesn’t have a single clue.
"i— um—" he stammers, trying to explain it. "it‘s—"
"do you not know it?" she frowns. "i mean it‘s okay. you‘d just have to ask her then come—"
"no! i know it!" he cuts her off quick, pressing his fingers to his temple. "it‘s— it‘s.."
without even realizing it, gojo brings up both his hands to the air and makes an odd shape. the woman watches and eyes him oddly as he continues to further describe the shape.
"what‘re you doing…?"
"i‘m trying to show you." without a single ounce of shame, this man then puts his hands on the bra and feels it.
he‘s trying to figure out your tit size with his hands.
"yeah, that‘s it." he nods, sure of himself. then he grabs the thong. he places it flat on his palm and sees the size before nodding once again and smiling to the woman. "mhm, that‘s the right size."
the woman stares at him, bewildered. her jaw hangs agape, throat dry as she watches gojo move around and look at her. "yeah, that‘s it. it‘s her perfect size."
without even awaiting her response, he proudly takes the set from her and walks away, not even bothering to check the number tag for the size as he goes around and does the same for every piece of lingerie he encounters.
the people look at him, meanwhile he couldn‘t give a damn. he simply walks around, and purchases what he found with pride, leaving the store and the people in there more confused than they ever were in their lives.
and when the man gives it to you during your birthday, somehow, some fucking way, it‘s actually the right fucking size. and when he knows about it, he‘ll smugly tell you the story about how he found out your size and you‘ll just be left embarrassed the next time you‘re walking into that store with him.
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orihimeii · 8 months
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are we still friends? ― gojo satoru
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synopsis: maybe confessing to your childhood bestfriend was not bad at all
warning: pining, bestfriends to lovers, fluff, little angst, teasing
a/n: reblogs are greatly appreciated! gojo brainrot is real ...
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"satoru, what are we?"
there was a long pause, your question caught him off guard, that was sudden of you to ask, was that a harmless question?
or was it not?
"friends? why are you staring at me like that?" he replies, of course you knew, you knew he didn't see you the way you see him and you didn't notice that you were staring at him intently too.
"oh nothing, it's just your face looks ugly" you stuck your tongue out at him and he chuckled, "well thank you y/n. haha, very much helpful just right after i just got off work." his words sarcastic as he threw your favorite banana milk to your direction and you barely caught it.
"how’d you remember i liked these?"
"i always remember" he replies and you wanted to kiss him right there, do friends says things like this? your heart was beating too fast, this man was going to be the death of you.
the first year of university, you didn't give much thought about your growing feelings over him but ever since middle school while being stuck together as you saw him go through his up and downs until the both of you were working adults. you have always admired the strongest sorcerer from afar.
you remember the day you met him, you remember being scared when you first saw a curse at the park and a little boy with a beautiful eyes, who could also see what you saw and that sparked a friendship between you two, the Gojo Satoru from the clan of the Big Three's Vengeful Sprits.
"i also remember you coming up to me at the park screaming beca-"
"satoru!!" you shrieked as you hit his arm "stop, i don't want to recall that, i clearly remember." you rolled your eyes at the man caressing the arm you just slapped, showing puppy eyes pouting. he was so cute, you want to really kiss him.
"stop that i might kiss you" mumbling, you didn't realize you said your thoughts out loud and that made your grip harder to the milk carton, too embarrassed to look at him when the words from his mouth weren't the words you weren't expecting.
"oh yeah? do it then"
you look at him face painted with shock and he was smirking, that pretty smirk of him that you want to wipe off, "if i do that, are we still friends?."
“whatever you’d like us to be.” his reply made your heart thump, this man was playing with you and your emotions were too much to keep inside, you always tried your best to stay in your boundary around him.
"stop that, stop playing with my feelings." you tell him and his face was serious now, the playful atmosphere around the both of you dropping instantly.
"do you like me y/n?" he asked.
you looked down, not wanting to answer his question. you didn't want to take the risk but you didn't also want to keep your feelings anymore.
"satoru, i liked you but lately i've realized that-" you finally look up to him, "-i'm starting to love you." putting the now empty milk carton beside.
you were babbling at this point, "i don't know when it started, maybe it was because of your teasing, your sweet words, or-." he didn't know what has gotten to him when both of his hands softly grabbed your face, gently caressing your cheek and there it was.
his soft lips touched yours, and your tears fell, was it tears of joy? or was it the comfort of his touch? you wanted this moment to last forever with him, it always feels timeless whenever you're around him, but his kiss feels like eternity.
satoru pulled away still cupping your cheek, “i was always hoping we could be more than just friends.” he reassured you, kissing your forehead and you close your eyes. "i've always loved you dearly y/n."
"i'm so happy toru, i love you so much" you sniffled and felt both his thumb running over your teary eyes, rubbing the small tears away.
"don't ever tease me like that again" you lightly hit his chest to which he groaned, faking his pain.
"ouch, now you have to take care of this baby." his smirk showing pride as he points to his self.
"oh shut up."
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hoshigray · 8 months
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Sweet Blind Summer Fling ༄ S. Gojo
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"Due to a bet made by Nobara, I made an online dating account to set myself up with a blind date. Although a bit witty and annoyingly childish, Gojo's remarkably handsome and sweet...So, how the hell did I end up sleeping with him on the first date!?"
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A/n: Alright, y'all, it's time for the second entry for my summer series!! Not gonna lie, it was fun to write as it's my first time writing for Gojo. I think I did a decent job capturing his character in my style, but you will be the judge of that. This was supposed to be posted on Monday, but I was overwhelmed (had 1 hour of sleep) and dropped something else. But we're good to go now! :) And fyi: there's a bonus scene at the end that sets up the next story as they are connected. Any spelling/grammar errors will be dealt with tomorrow.
Also, guest appearances from my lovely mooties (@cu7ie // @kazushawty // @etherealxmaya // @hqkalon // @yourrfavzxri // @neptunes1nterweb) because I felt like it, lol. Hope this puts a smile on their faces if they see this :3
Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.
Cw: switch! Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - blind date/online match-up - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Gojo is around early 30s) - texting back and forth - sex at a hotel - one night stands - consensual sex under the influence - protected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - cowgirl + lotus positions - pet names (angel, baby, dollface, pretty, princess, sweet thing) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - praise - mentions of drug/alcohol use (reader and Gojo don't get blackout drunk, but y'all get tipsy) - a bunch of silliness bc it's a Gojo fic (duh).
Wc: 6.9k (7.4k with the bonus scene...never say I don't do anything for y'all)
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Dear Diary...I once again have come to you with more thoughts that cloud my personal judgment. I did not think you'd be of use to me again. But after what happened last night, it's worth having you in front of me and a pen in my hand again once more...
After finishing your finals, summer break has finally welcomed you with open arms. Two semesters of painful studying and sleepless nights have been long forgotten since you turned in your last in-person exam! You've started working at an internship that you've been dying to get, enjoying the new things you're learning from experienced colleagues, and finding love in the field you've grown and studied for this entire time.
In addition, you also have all the time in the world to hang out with your best friends — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara! Just last weekend, you four hung out at this new sports bar that recently opened and had the most fun experience! Yuuji made new friends with people at the bar who kept buying him drinks; Megumi had to begrudgingly watch over the salmon-haired other to ensure he didn't croak from alcohol poisoning, and you and Nobara took sweet pictures together for your summer album.
It's been a great summer so far. There has been nothing that could bring you down from enjoying this season in the best way you can. Absolutely nothing that could throw you off your summer grove!
However, that's what you initially thought. Because why else would you be in some random hotel room writing in your diary.
To get the full context, I'll take you back to the night I and the gang left the sports bar. We spent the night at Yuuji's as he and Nobara tried to sober up...
It was a chill evening in your friend's place, you and the other three in the living room chatting with the television on low to not disrupt his sleeping grandfather. Yuuji was sobering up by eating bread and drinking water, Megumi was on the couch reading something on his phone, and you were arguing with Nobara.
The auburn-haired other points to you with her index, holding a glass of water. "I told ya, you lost the bet!"
"How!? You literally cheated!" You push her finger out of the way as you two giggle at your complaints. "You kicked Yuuji in the shin to distract him, and I didn't even know I was a part of the damn thing!"
Now your pink-haired friend jumped to say words of his own. "That was foul with what you did; I should've fallen to the floor and acted like I was really hurt. Have you paying my medical bills."
"Blah, blah, blah, sounds like a losers' pleas to me." Nobora rolls her eyes while you and Yuuji glare at her. "And you! You didn't say you were out of the game, unlike Megumi. I said, and I quote: 'When the wings touch the table, the bet is on,' and guess what? By the time the wings got here, I didn't hear a single peep out of you saying you forfeited from the challenge! Once you picked up a single wing, your ass was set in stone!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, you annoying bitch..." you groan in your hands as the woman maniacally barks her laughs. "Alright, fine, I ate the shortest portion of wings. Therefore, I, Y/n L/n, declare myself the loser to this fuckery of a challenge. So, Queen Cheater," Nobara snickers to herself at the title you've given her. "What is my punishment?"
You should've known by the evil twinge of your friend's lip that the punishment would be absurd. "I, Queen Cheater," she takes a confident swig of her water before sealing your fate. The words she says next shake to your core, and the decline of your dignity hits you like a bullet train. "...Hereby dare you, the loser, to make an online dating account and find thyself a blind date!"
Your disapproval fell on deaf ears, forcing you to resentfully grab your phone and download a dating app. To make matters worse, you had to make the account with your friends watching (minus Megumi, who still wanted no part in what you all were doing). Once you were done setting up your profile, the three of you looked to the screen to look at the other users, who were also on a quest to find a sense of courtship.
The past thirty minutes have been spent looking at all the users around the area, swiping left and right for those who did and didn't pique your interest.
Todo Aoi (22) "I like 'em tall, with a FAT ASS. If you don't fit the criteria, it's gonna be hard to convince me."
Oh, brother.
Sol (18) "Don't know about a long-term relationship, but we can be chill if ya wanna be friends! :D"
Seems nice. Maybe a chat wouldn't hurt.
Mei Mei (36) Don't ever expect me to pay for the first date or any date. Will you see me again depends on what you have in your savings. ♡
Alright, I appreciate the honesty. But nope.
Karma (20) "Tbh I'm secretly married to my four wives: Hoshi, Maya, Sae, and Zari. But if you look like or are Toji Fushiguro, hit my DMs pronto!! Shhhh, don't tell Hoshi tho, she might divorce me :P"
Okay then—Wait, isn't that Megumi's dad??
Hoshi (20s) Don't listen to Karma. We are very much divorced, and my heart belongs to my one and only: Toji Fushiguro :/
Alrighty then...
Sapphire (19) "Call me MLK, cuz I had a dream about us 🫦"
Fucking no!
Frustration keens in through a heavy sigh. Usually, you'd be happy knowing you can't seem to find a match; however, for this situation, Nobara Kugisaki will not let you off the hook until there's someone worthy of the swipe of invitation. You groan in exhaustion, throwing your head back onto the couch behind you.
With no luck, you decided to call it a night and try again later. So you called an Uber, took yourself home after saying goodbyes to your friends, and reluctantly promised Nobara you'd let her know if you'd get a blind date. With a nice shower and some comfortable PJs, you're now lying comfortably on your bed and looking through all the pictures you took tonight. Then, for some reason, you had the urge to go back on the dating app to look through more users to match up with. Probably because you'd prefer to get this bet out of the way now than later. Regardless of the justification, you spend about twenty minutes swiping and reading through many other people's profiles, and — just like before — not many people catch your eye.
That holds true until you stumble upon a name and description that sparks your curiosity.
Satoru Gojo (old enough to be irresistible; 31) "I was made perfect, I can do everything perfectly, but I want us to be perfect together (・ω<;)☆"
It might've been the use of the emoticon or the confidence that seeped out based on the tiny description. Whatever the case, you stayed on the user's profile for quite a while longer than the others. Even going far as to read his profile thoroughly: knowing what his likes and dislikes are, his height, a fan of Digimon, and so on.
And you contemplated whether or not to swipe him to the side of approval, but you made up your mind after a few minutes of inner discourse. It's not like I'll match up with him immediately. So, you gave him the go and continued on with your search.
Although, that was short-lived because what happened next surprised you to the point that sleep no longer claimed over you.
"Contratz! You've successfully matched with Satoru Gojo!"
Wait, what!!??
You were utterly perplexed by the pop-up showing up on your phone screen. There's no way this was happening, all under the same night, too! And what surprised you the most was the fact that he was awake as well, sending you the first message:
gogojojo: Hey!
Oh, fucking shit. Your body tenses at the greeting, reading his username and message repeatedly. Quickly, you take a few deep breaths to ease yourself before doing something stupid. You answer him with a salutation of your own:
y/ndontwannabehere: Hi there!
gogojojo: A night owl too, huh? Couldn't sleep?
y/ndontwannabehere: Yeah, was just on my phone for a bit, until I saw your message.
gogojojo: Lucky me! I was surprised to have you as a match, I saw your profile about an hour ago.
y/ndontwannabehere: I'm also surprised as well, you're one of the few people who I seemed interested in.
gogojojo: Well, I'm flattered :D Now that you got my attention, what would you like to know about me?
y/ndontwannabehere: Okay...it says you're six-foot-three, how's that like?
gogojojo: I may be six-foot-three, but I'd like to be six feet under you ;3
y/ndontwannabehere: ......
......I regret giving this dude a chance.
Because of the terrible pick-up line, you closed off the app and turned off your phone to switch the lights off and go to sleep. However, another text sends your phone vibrating on the dresser's surface.
gogojojo: Woooow, not even a pity laugh? :/
You shake your head at the notification, but a smile creeps up when you open your phone and tap on the keys to message back.
y/ndontwannabehere: nope, that sucked ass.
gogojojo: Hey now!! >:T you can't say it's ass if it did what it was supposed to do
y/ndontwannabehere: and what's that?
gogojojo: got you here talking with me ヾ(●ε●)ノ
His message makes your smile broader, and you spend the rest of the night talking to Gojo.
It continues for two more weeks, sharing pieces of info about yourselves while rolling your eyes at his annoying jokes and pick-up lines. But for the most part, you enjoy your talks with the stranger on the other side of your screen.
And it all goes swell until he drops this:
gogojojo: Hey! Wanna go on a date with me this weekend?
You were lying on your bed watching Netflix, and you almost choked on your dinner when the message popped up. So in tune with the back-and-forth between you and Gojo that you had forgotten why you made an online dating account in the first place! You grab for your phone to reply:
y/ndontwannabehere: you're serious?!
gogojojo: yeah! I mean, you and I've been talking for a while, I'm kinda into you, plus we could meet up somewhere close. Besides, I would like to see you, and I know you're dying to see me too :)
y/ndontwannabehere: And what makes you think I'd DIE just to see you?
gogojojo: Because why would you not~? You'd be surprised by how many people I've had fallen head-over-heels for me~
y/ndontwannabehere: well, guess I'll be the first one to not be >:3
gogojojo: HUH!!?? Don't say that, I'll cry
y/ndontwannabehere: LMAO grown ass man crying over rejection
gogojojo: Rejection hurts, and I have a weak heart!! :'000
y/ndontwannabehere: Liar.
gogojojo: ANYWAYS! You up for a date?
And that's how you started dressing yourself up on a Friday afternoon, fixing yourself up in front of your bedroom mirror. Checking your phone periodically for Gojo to tell you when he's in front of your home.
You already texted Nobara that you got a blind date, to which she praised you with monumental amounts of supportive text messages and emojis and a text stating she'll throttle you if you don't tell her all about it. It was humorous: you created the online dating account because of a stupid bet for a random date — and now that it was here, you didn't know how to feel. You can't say when was the last time you ever went out with someone, let alone on a blind date! Anxiousness shadows you about the whole thing, but after chatting and getting to know a little bit of Gojo, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad of a date.
After all, the guy seems likable and fun to hang out with based on your interactions. Plus, it's only a date. That's all it is. Absolutely nothing attached in any shape or form.
Thoughts grind to a halt when you hear your phone vibrating on your dresser, a text from Gojo.
gogojojo: I'm here~~~ Ready to fall madly in love with me? :3
Your heart skips a beat at the message, biting the bottom of your lip in nervousness. You send him a reply:
y/ndontwannabehere: Nah, ready to barf right in front of your face :P
gogojojo: Such a rude person :/ Get your butt out here
You giggle before shutting off your phone and grabbing your bag with all your necessary items. Before you leave, you look in the mirror one last time, using this moment to mentally prepare yourself for what's to come. The day has come; you're about to go on a date. No going back now, and I can finally put this dumb bet to rest!
You open your front door and enter outside, the summer heat crawling on your legs from your cute jean shorts and your shoulders excluded from the cream-white cami top. You see a black car — a black 2018 BMW XI — parked right on the street, windows tinted to hide the face you're looking for. But when you draw closer to the vehicle, the passenger side window slides down, and you finally meet him.
The man of the hour himself, the man you've been talking with for two weeks straight, and the man you were about to experience a complete mess of a date with: Satoru Gojo.
"Hey there," his voice was chipper and friendly; his texting style matched his speech. From the window, you can interpret his outfit: a blue flannel shirt covering his white Tee and black jeans with a silver chain emanating from his belt. His eyes were blocked by dark circle sunglasses, making it hard to decipher the color. But his snow-white hair was the first thing that caught your eye, contrasting with the black interior of his car. "Y/n, right?"
You smile at your name. "Correct, Mr. Gogojojo."
He snickers at the use of his username. "You look cute, and I know you like what you see since you were eyeballing me up and down."
"Yeah, whatever." You roll your eyes before opening the passenger door, putting your bag between your legs as you sit down. While putting on your seatbelt, you can feel the bass subtlety vibrate within the car, and the music was...What the fuck? You look at the front integrated head unit on the dashboard and see what artist the man is listening to. "...You listen to Zack Fox?"
"Yeah, I was listening to his songs on my way here! You know his song Marinate?" And before you could answer, the white-haired man sang along to the lyrics. To your perplexity, you just watch him rap along with the artist and the outlandish lyrics. And he just keeps going until the transition to the second verse. "Funny, right?"
"You know," you shake your head at Gojo, whose grin goes wider. "I was about to fall for you until you started rapping the lyrics."
"Whaaaat, he's a comedian, it's meant to be funny!"
"Whatever. Let's just hurry and get this date over with."
"Oh, sounds like someone's ready to be wined and dined by me." He starts the car and shifts between gears. "Don't rush things, princess. Good things come to those who wait."
"Just drive!"
Gojo laughs at your complaints as he drives off on the street. You playfully groan to yourself at your date's antics, looking out to the window to watch your surroundings move past your line of sight.
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"Ever since high school, I would eat a pack of gummies anytime I was doing homework because it stimulates my brain and helps me focus. So by the time college came around, I got so used to eating sweets that I naturally started liking them." Gojo took a sip of his milkshake. "But then, when my best friend and I went to our first house party, I had my first drink. And, Y/n."
"Oh God, what?"
"The taste was so bad that I tried downing it all in one chug. Well, that came back to bite my ass — and my best friend got the worst of it."
"Gojo, what did you do?"
"He was sitting down on a couch talking to someone, and I was behind the couch feeling all squeamish. So, before I could stop myself, I barfed on his hair!"
"Oh, my God, No!!" And the two of you roar in laughter and bang on the booth table you were sitting at.
The date was at an old, vibrant diner in the city where Gojo is a regular customer; the cozy and welcoming atmosphere had you erase any anxious feelings about this date and feel a little more confident. You and Gojo took things slow, you talking about your summer internship and him of his job as a high school teacher.
The conversation started the topic of summer break came to play, prompting you to talk more about yourself and your friends. That flipped the switch entirely as you became more open about your friends and their goofiness. And as a goofy man, Gojo was intrigued with your stories and had him reminiscent of memories from his youth. Although, you've come to find out that Gojo takes his playful nature to a whole other level, and it's been having you two laugh about said foolishness for the past hour.
"The funny thing is, right, he was talking to this sophomore girl that was eyeing him up the whole time we were there," Gojo says through wheezes. "And he was finally talking to this chick, and she was really getting into him. I didn't mean to intrude on his parade or anything, but as my best friend, you're supposed to help me through thick and thin. I was going to ask if it was okay if I headed to the dorm alone while he stayed at this party. And then, vomit happened."
"Ewww, you terrible friend!" You try to eat a fry from your meal, but your giggles make dining difficult. "No wonder he pranked you with a weed brownie."
"Jokes on him; I still nailed my presentation for my exam. I don't remember saying anything I said, but I take pride in whatever I did to get that A." He takes a big bite of his burger and swallows before saying more. "And I started seeing the sophomore girl he talked to afterward, so checkmate."
You gasp at the information and throw a piece of your food at him, which he effortlessly catches with his hand and eats. "You petty bastard! I'm on your friend's side all the way."
"No regrets!" He hits you with his annoying chuckle that has you smiling hard, and the light above your table makes his dark sunglasses shine chicly.
"Oh, yeah?" You inquire. "I bet I could make you regret it."
The man on the other side of the booth scoffs. "Is that so? And how are you gonna do that, my pretty princess?"
You didn't think he'd buy your bluff. So, the truth is, you had no idea of how'd you punish the snow-haired man. Looking around the diner, you scope for anything that sparks a concept. You then turn to his side and notice a booth at the far end. A woman was laughing with her friends and sipping on a cocktail, making a slightly sour face after taking a drink.
And then it hits, along with a sneer, and you peer back to your date.
"You don't like alcohol, right?" He quirks up a brow at your question. "How many times have you had a drink in your life?"
"Three or four."
"Well then, I dare you to drink three or four cocktails. No milkshake or water to help you get through. Just the ice cubes in the drink."
White brows furrow, and even if the shades block them from your interpretation, you can tell Gojo is studying your face in deep thought with your so-called punishment. Ten seconds go by before he scoffs again. "I'll take up on that. On one condition," he leans back on the booth seat. "You have to take the drinks with me as well."
Now it's your turn to raise a brow and think about his words. "You're paying for the drinks."
"Done deal." He pulls his hand outward to you, initiating a handshake to set the seal in stone before continuing on with this game of yours. You happily shake his hand, commencing the punishment to officially start.
One cocktail was a breeze for you but a bit of a doozy for Gojo to stomach; you had to warn him that if he barfed on you, you'd ditch him and block him for life. Two cocktails in is when you begin feeling tingly. Your date was going through it halfway into the glass, so you had to compromise that a glass of water was needed for him.
Three cocktails in, and you undoubtedly feel the alcohol hit you behind its sweet and tangy facade. You can hardly look at the drink, same with Gojo. You two look at each other and shake your heads in disagreement, pushing the glasses to the side and groaning with your now-drunk selves.
Gojo is the first to say something. "As far as disciplines go, that was, without a doubt, one of the worst things I've had to endure."
You giggle. "Honestly. But I—hic! Excuse me. I bet you're regretting throwing up on your friend's hair now. I did it for his sake, after all."
He only looks at you through his glasses. He then gets up from his side of the booth and walks to yours, and you scoot over to let him have a seat. "Nah, don't regret it one bit. Because if I hadn't done it, I wouldn't have you over here laughing and suffering in alcohol with me about it." He maneuvers his hand to rest on your shoulder, and you allow him to move closer to you. "Wouldn't be spending this fun evening with you."
Your eyes hesitantly venture up to his face, welcoming you to the tension that builds up with the lighting and soft music of the diner. His hand rubs on your shoulder in a comforting manner, a gesture you take note of even under the influence. "You know, since you're enjoying having me and all, don't you think I should have a reward for doing your punishment with you."
"And what reward do you have in mind?"
"Can I see them?" You use a finger to motion your own pair of eyes, resulting in the snow-haired man in a short chuckle. But he doesn't argue with you and uses his free hand to remove his shades.
Icy blue is the first thing that comes to mind when you look at his eyes. His orbs are a rarity to the usual crowd, yet they go perfectly with his peachy complexion and pale hair. His orbs hooded and honed in on your figure, appearing soft because of the slight rosy shade of pink on his cheeks. You take in every single feature of his face before speaking.
"Well, I'm starting to see why so many people fall for you, Mr. Gojo." Your face goes hot with the sudden confidence that sneaks within you, yet you continue. "You're very attractive."
He chortles at your comment. "Thanks, dollface. But I don't think it's fair that you only get a reward from me. After all, I almost drowned in alcohol."
You hum. "Fair enough. What would you like?"
His face doesn't change with the following sentence he utters, but you take note of the slight squeeze on your shoulder. "A kiss from the princess would sure warm my heart."
Brows draw upward and breath hitches. A kiss? On the first date? On a blind date?
You don't know what possessed you to do this — it might have been the cocktails. But you incline your face to his and move forwards, your plump lips land on his soft ones for a simple kiss. And with the low hum of his voice, you place another. And another.
When you remove yourself from him, his eyes open to meet yours. A smile gets broader, and so does yours. "You taste sweet," you say.
"So do you." His fingers toy with the strap of your cami top. "Kinda want to kiss you more. And, you know, do a little more, only if you're up for it."
You give him a look. "I believe I just gave you a reward after receiving yours."
"I know, I know," he raises his other hand defensively, but he doesn't remove his smirk. "That's why it's up to you."
You only look at him as he waits for your answer. You already kissed the man; what more is supposed to happen on a blind date? Thoughts on what to do are carefully calculated in your mind, remembering the reason why you're even on this date in the first place. Without Nobara's stupid bet, none of this would be conspiring. Yet simultaneously, it's not like you were having a terrible time. If anything, it was quite the opposite. Not once did you feel uncomfortable around Gojo's presence or feel the need to call off the date. Just enjoying his company and character that attracts you to him more. Even if it means spending the entire night with him.
I'm already deep into this night. What's the use of stopping now.
"So?" Your eyes peer up and down on his figure. "What does 'a little more' entail?"
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One moment you and Gojo were enjoying each other's company at a diner, then the date was moved to a different location the next. Now you and the white-haired man are in a cozy hotel nearby. You expressed your worries about Gojo driving you two to the new spot as he still had alcohol in his system. But your complaints fell on deaf ears as he persuaded you into trusting him ("Don't worry, it's like three streets away! Plus, it's almost midnight. No one's on the street." "If you crash us into a pole or something, don't ever ask to talk to me again." "Duly noted~" )
The two of you got yourself into a small hotel room. Soft lighting from the lamps bathes nude bodies lying on the comfortable queen-sized. You mount on top of Gojo, a makeout session warming the two of you up with the exchange of body heat. Sucking and biting each other's lips, his big hand at the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, and the grind of your hips on his firm erection makes the throbbing sensation between your legs flourish with your slick painting him.
His kisses trail down to your neck, and you allow him to venture below your clavicle. Pillowy lips pepper your chest and eventually find your breasts, taking a hardened nipple into his warm mouth.
A sharp cry exits your mouth when Gojo lightly teases your nipple with his teeth. "Mmmm! G-Gojo, pleaseee, I want it," your words come out in whimpers, your body quivering as your cunt brushes against his erect cock shielded by a rubber.
"Is that so, dollface?" He coos at your pleas, his hand running up and down the cusp of your ass and slender fingers teasing your aching entrance every time they draw nearer. "Then go on, ride on my dick like you want to."
His permission has your face go hot, but you station your hands on his chest to propel you upwards, admiring the view of him below you for a moment before lifting your ass. He moves his hands behind his head to relax, signaling you to do the work yourself and at your own pace. And with that, you do.
Your bottom raises until you position the tip of his shaft on the squish lips of your folds. Your breath hitches at the contact of his glans. His smooth voice coaxes you. "Relax, sweet thing. Take your time." You take a few moments to even your breathing and mentally prep you for your following actions. Hips gradually go down and push the cockhead further between your folds. Entry is prompted through the pain with every breath, and a sharp gasp lets you know that his girth finally enters you. And Gojo moans as well.
"Hmmm, that's it." He comments sweetly, his blue orbs tracing the union of your sexes. His hands now snake to your hips, and he throws his head back on the pillow under him. "Ready when you are, princess."
When you're ready, you move your hips downward to take in more of his member, the size of him widening your folds to accommodate the foreign limb intruding inside your vulva. His curve nudging your inner walls has your legs quake, and you concentrate on not being hasty and taking his cock all in one go. So once you finally meet the base, you exhale shaky and use a few seconds for your body to adjust.
Knowing you have the reins, you start to move. You start off with a slow speed, letting the feeling of his dick rub your walls in a steady position. Your whining is muffled with the bite of your lip, but not the man below you. He proudly expresses his pleasure in his moans, the hold on your hips getting tighter.
"Haaahhh, so good and tight," Gojo purrs, egging you to dial up your tempo. He notices you biting the bottom of your lip, and he chuckles. "Come on, baby. I wanna hear that cute voice of yours. Lemme hear it all." He then surprises you with a sudden thrust, evoking a choked cry from puffy lips.
You get the memo then and just let the pornographic noises fly, every moan getting higher and louder with the pace of your hips. His length drilling within you with each intake, and you lean forward for your clitoris to stimulate with the friction, causing you to jerk. You can't tell if it's because of the sex or the cocktails from hours ago making your nerves so sensitive and tender. But in any case, it makes you feel so good right now.
And when you lean back, the feeling gets even more ecstatic, resulting in more mewls from you. His dick goes even further than before, grazing your sweet spots and walls with precision with your increased speed. You swerve your hips in circles, having the man groan. To counter, his hand snakes down to your clitoris to play and pinch on, and you scream.
"Ahhhnn! Haaaah, Gojo! It feels so," the sounds of your ass smacking on his things are now apparent to the ears. The raunchy squelching noises of your cunt embarrass you; however, you can't deny the grip your cunt has on his cock with every rock. Your mind slowly descends into a dreamy haze. "Nnnmph!! Feels too goood, wanna commme..."
He opens his eyes to look at you; the erotic display of your nude body bouncing on his shaft turns him on even more. "Yeah, wanna come with me?" You nod lazily, earning another chortle from the man beneath you. "Alright, stay still for me."
It takes you aback when he suddenly moves up from the bed, sitting with his legs crossed under your ass and his handsome face too close to yours. You instinctively avert your gaze away from the frosty-headed other, bashfully turning your face to the side. It amuses him, guiding your face back to him with his hand. "Hehe, don't be scared of me, angel. I wanna see that beautiful face of yours."
Again, you can't tell whether or not it's the effect of the alcohol, but your face and ears go uncomfortably hot at his compliments. And now that his face is so close to yours, you can clearly take in his features. His sky-blue eyes were extremely fixated with yours, softly hooded with the flutter of his snow eyelids and in contrast with his rosy cheeks. Your heart skips a beat. What is with this beautiful motherfucker?! "Stop flirting with me in the middle of this..."
He laughs at your sheepishness, kissing your cheek. "Flirting with you is what got you here in the first place, baby. Now," his hands slither down your ass, squeezing the flesh with his fingers. "I'm gonna start moving — get ready."
He waits for you to wrap your arms around his neck and lift yourself from his legs before he begins moving his pelvis. The rash jabs of his cock leave you gasping for air and clasping around him. He hisses to your ear with his arms now wrapped around your back as he brings up the rhythm of his hips. You're now forced to bounce onto his crossed legs, his dick scraping your insides deliciously so that you can't think properly.
It's now that everything feels better than before; his member now achieving deeper penetration to the point of hitting your G-spot accurately with the underside of him. You no longer try to suppress the sounds leaving your lips, your wails bringing life to the hotel room. And Gojo's moans get louder and louder when your legs slither around him, and your ass matches the climbing cadence.
"Oooooh, fuck, Gojo! Shit, shit—Mmaah!!" With every rut to your cunt, you can feel the pounding of your head get louder and louder. "Oh, Christ, it feels tew good, so gooood...!!"
"Hnngh, mmmnph!!" Gojo groans at the pleasure, placing his sweaty forehead on yours. His eyes survey your certified expression caused by his touch. He chuckles, "You look so cute jumping on my cock like this. Such a pretty angel."
Timid by his words, you shift your face onto his shoulder to shield away from his line of sight. "Haaaah, stop saying stuff like that—Ahhhhhnnn!!"
You shriek when two fingers come down to your clitoris, the digits swiping and pinching the tender bud. "Hiding away from me again, huh, dollface?" He continues to mess with your clit ensuing in choked mewls and tears streaming down your face, and his hips increase in speed.
Your brain is a mushy mess, fighting the right to form coherent sentences. His fingers go at a hurried pace, abusing your clit. You're so close. Almost there. "Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Go-Gojo, pleaseee, I'm gonna cum—Hmmm!! Ahhaaaaaa!!!"
The peak hits you hard like a train, your body shaking uncontrollably on Gojo and his cock, the walls of your cunt fluttering beautifully on his length. And the contraction pushes him to release, his essence captured in the condom to prevent a spill.
Pants and groans fill the hot space between you two, and Gojo kisses your shoulder as the shockwaves die down with every passing second. A wave of calm covers your body while exhaustion crawls up your spine. You lift your head from his shoulder, and he's met with the most beautiful dazed expression he's ever seen.
"Heh, I should drink with you more often if it means I see you like this." He kisses your nose, and you smile.
"Oh, shut up," you remark breathlessly, and your lips meet his. He kisses you without hesitation, bringing you with him as he lies back on the bed. The sounds of his lips smacking with yours fill the room with a romantic glow, and it stays that way even when slumber claims you both.
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You're woken up by some sort of light on your eyelids and the sound of birds chirping. With a few blinks, your eyes open and are met with the sun's glaring rays peeking through the blind of the hotel window. Begrudgingly, you rise from the mattress and stretch your fatigued limbs. A massive headache greets your head without your consent, pounding it like a drum. The sheet above you slips from your figure, and you find out you slept bare nude.
Too flustered for exhaustion to take control, you grab the sheet to cover your chest, afraid that someone would've seen. The headache vanishes into thin air as you whip and search the room. But there's no one here? And you then notice the blue flannel on the side next to you. The side of the man you were on a date with.
Wait? I was with Gojo last night, right? Questions of the night prior finally come to you. Okay, wait, we went to that diner. Then we had those cocktails, which was a bad idea on my part. So what else? Oh. We kissed. Yeah...we kissed...then I got in his car and drove to this hotel room, and then...And then we.....we—
Unable to complete that thought, a sudden click catches your attention, whipping your head to the hotel door to see it open. And there he is.
Gojo enters the room with his clothes back on, his white tee and black jeans. His shades now block the beautiful eyes you had seen last night — perhaps it was a fever dream, imagining that you did see them. He's holding a paper cup, which you could only assume was tea or coffee. When he notices you, he greets you with a smile.
"Well, good morning, sunshine~" his tone gets chipper the closer he walks to the bed. Placing the cup on the bedside before grabbing for his flannel. "I brought you some tea since I'm sure your throat is sore from last night," your face heats up at the comment. "Plus, I didn't want to leave you empty-handed before I head out."
You blink at him. "You're leaving?"
"Yeah, sorry about that. Remember my friend I told you about last night?" You nod at him while he ties his blue clothing around his waist. "He texted me earlier, saying something came up with one of our other closer friends, and they need my help. He tried calling me, so I had to leave the room to let you sleep."
You hum at his confession. "I see..." How considerate.
"Hey," He climbs on the bed to be close to you. "Sorry that I can't take you back home or treat you to breakfast or something. Maybe next time."
Now that he's close to you like this, you can make out the implications of his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, blue orbs honed in on you and you alone. Your cheeks gradually go warm. "Next time?" You didn't mean for it to be a whisper, too entranced to notice.
He chuckles at your comment, and you swear your heart's beating irregularly. "Yeah, princess. I'd love to see you next time." He draws closer to kiss your forehead, and it takes every nerve in your body to not melt then and there. He then removes himself from the bed, the dent returning to normal now that his weight is off.
Gojo straightens himself and turns away from you. "Alright, I'm off. I'll leave my hotel card by the door. Text me if you need money for an Uber, 'kay?" You hear the door open. "Be good, ya hear!?" He shouts to you from the other side of the room, practically already in the hallway.
"Same to you!" You reply back in the same manner.
"No promises~." And with that comes the sound of the door closing, confirming your isolation in the now quiet hotel room. You're left to properly rekindle everything that led you up to this point, yet even then, you feel so at a loss.
As far as blind dates go — or dates in general — it's safe to say that this was the most bizarre one you've had. Not because anything dire happened. And that's probably the reason why it felt so surreal. You came into this date to release yourself from the shackles of a bet, knowing that you wouldn't see the end of it from your friend if you didn't take care of it with haste.
Nevertheless, thanks to Gojo, it didn't feel like a bet. Not at all. It felt like an actual, fun date with a new person. With a great person at that. Not once did you express any uncomfortable feelings or ill will towards Gojo. And if you did, you're sure he tended to your worries without your knowing.
"I'd love to see you next time."
His words ring in your ear once more, and they resume to do so when you exit from the bed to grab your bag on the chair next to you. You grasp the most necessary item inside — your diary — and sit at the hotel room desk to document your concluding statements appropriately.
...What happened last night was something that I had no vision of seeing. So, now that it did happen, I just feel a little...empty? Probably because I took care of Nobara's bet and don't have to worry about going on another date again.
But, deep down, a part of me wants to do it all again — Not with just anyone, but with him. What we shared yesterday was one of the most refreshing days I've had all summer. Although he was a bit childish for his mature age, maybe that made me like him even more. He was kind to me, funny, and, dare I say, an attractive guy, both in personality and physical appearance.
Thanks for the date, Satoru Gojo. And if you wish to see me again, any time at any place, know that my heart will accept with glee.
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Gojo exits the hotel room and walks down the hall to the elevator, whistling a tune that only he could understand. He presses the button to summon the machine to his floor, and it comes in a few seconds with the soft ding to mark its risen state. And before Gojo could fully get inside, he sensed his phone vibrating in his right jean pocket.
He grabs for it and stops whistling, tapping on the green call button and placing the device to his ear as the elevator doors close. "Morning, you man-bunned prick."
"It's midday, you blue-eyed sheep." A voice comes from the other side of his phone. "Judging by how you didn't know that, you went out last night, didn't you?"
"That's none of your business~," the white-haired man says in a sing-song manner.
"Shut the hell up~," The one on the phone returns the sentiment. "It's not like I don't know practically every person you screwed in the streets with."
The elevator door opens to the main floor, and Gojo exits to head for the entrance. "Yeah, yeah. I will say this: I had a great time with them."
"You say this about everyone who opens their legs for you."
Gojo sucks his teeth. "Well, this one really had me enjoying myself from start to finish. They were fun to be around. Shit, they even made me drink alcohol."
"Really? And you didn't barf on the spot?"
"Fuck off, Suguru." The one from the phone line — now named Suguru — chuckled at the curse thrown his way. Gojo walks out to the parking lot and enters his car. The phone call is transferred to the car's Bluetooth when the engine starts. "I don't know...They were just great to be around, ya know? Haven't had that in a while."
Suguru hums, vibrating the car with the bass systems. "Think you wanna hang with them again?"
"Mmmmm, I'd like to."
The one on the phone chuckles. "Well, don't get to whipped. Especially since you promised to be at Shoko's beach house this month, we don't want you canceling on us again because someone scheduled you for a dick appointment."
Gojo smirks at the comment. "Yeah, I won't. You'll see me." A few seconds of silence follow through until Suguru asks another question to his friend.
"So? How was the sex this time around?"
With a twinge to his lips, Gojo snickers to himself from reminiscing about the events of last night.
"Man, let me tell you..."
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Renewed
Fate (Gojo x Fem! Reader)
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Violet eyes shrinking in horror once more as Suguru pushed past the heavy double doors of the church. His gaze immediately locked on his best friend. Satoru was sorrowfully carrying Riko's lifeless body towards him, a white sheet draped over her, while white-gown-clad church members smiled and clapped in an unsettling celebration.
"Satoru? Is that you?" Suguru shakily questioned as his longtime friend neared him. "Looks like you saw Shoko," Satoru noted as his gaze lingered behind Suguru in search of you.
"Yeah... I'm fine. (Name) is—" Suguru paused, his voice faltering as his violet eyes clouded over in dismay. His mind flashed back to the moment he was dragging the two of you towards the medical sector in search of Shoko.
"Suguru... we have to help Satoru," you wearily murmured as blood rushed past your lips, and coughs wracked your fragile frame.
"Shoko's doing everything she can to help her," Suguru replied, his voice heavy with sadness as his eyes caught Riko's lifeless hand falling out from underneath the covering.
"I'm the one who messed up," Satoru regretfully remarked, a pitiful sigh escaping his lips. The atmosphere in the room was heavy with grief and despair. Satoru's voice quivered as he made a grim suggestion, his eyes reflecting the pain that weighed down his heart. "Should we kill them all? The way I am right now, I wouldn't feel a thing."
Suguru, ever the voice of reason, shook his head slowly, his expression a mix of sadness and understanding. "No," he began, his voice low and filled with sorrow, "it would be pointless. We, as Jujutsu Sorcerers, must always have a reason."
With a heavy heart, Suguru reached for Riko's lifeless form in Satoru's arms. The two of them were caught in a painful moment of loss and helplessness, the significance of the situation weighing heavily on their souls.
Suguru tried to offer Satoru some consolation. "Go see Shoko," he advised, his voice gentle but laden with sorrow. "She'll help you once she's done with (Name)." The room held a sense of profound grief and despair as they grappled with their losses and the harsh reality of their world.
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Satoru returned to school with a heavy heart. Guilt gnawed at him as he entered the med sector. His gaze fell upon you, and a deep sense of remorse washed over him. You lay in the bed, looking incredibly frail, your face pallid, and red splotches of pain marring your cheeks. Each slow and labored breath you took felt like a dagger in his chest.
His fingers hesitated above your limp hand, the guilt making it hard to bring himself to touch you. Just then, the door to the room creaked open, and Satoru turned to see Shoko entering.
"The blade that pierced through her chest had been tipped with poison," Shoko explained as she walked out of the storage closet, a pack of cigarettes in hand. Her words struck Satoru like a blow to the chest. "I've done all I can for her," she continued, her voice grave. "She's strong, though. I'll patch you up when I come back."
With those words, Shoko turned and exited the room, leaving Satoru alone with you. The weight of his guilt and the uncertainty of your condition hung in the air as he stood by your side.
Satoru was surprised when he arrived at the medical ward as usual, only to find your bed empty. Suguru had been sent on a mission, so he was alone. Shoko approached him, seeming to anticipate his concern.
"Yaga moved her back to her room this morning," Shoko informed him, her tone calm and professional. "Her wounds have completely healed. We're just waiting for her fever to break."
Satoru watched her walk off to the storage room. The news was somewhat of a relief, yet anxiety still gnawed at him, wondering how you were faring in your room. Quickly finding himself in an unexpected position, holding a tray of medical supplies in his arms, as Shoko suggested he go check on you.
"Why me?" He quirked an eyebrow at her, not exactly known for his caregiving skills.
"Because you care about her," Shoko replied matter-of-factly. "She's comfortable with you around. Now go."
Satoru sighed and made his way towards your room. This was not a situation he was accustomed to. But he couldn't deny that he cared about you, perhaps more than he'd care to admit.
Opening your door with a hesitancy he didn't usually experience. Inside, Satoru found you, lying still in your bed. As he got closer, he couldn't help but notice the returning color to your cheeks. The slow, steady rise and fall of your chest was a reassuring sight, and he took a deep breath, feeling a hint of relief.
Moving a chair next to your bed, he took a seat and set the tray of supplies aside, before watching over you. It was an unfamiliar situation for him. He wasn't used to caring for someone in this way. Satoru's usual self-confidence wavered as he sat there, silently willing your fever to break and for you to awaken.
He continued to remain in your room as the minutes stretching into hours. His usually composed exterior concealed the swirl of emotions he felt as he kept a vigilant eye on your peacefully resting form.
In a moment of somber realization, Satoru sat alone in your room, his gaze methodically moving across the minimalistic decor. It was a room void of the usual family photos and mementos, and that absence spoke volumes about the painful truth. His knowledge of the tragic night when Toji Fushiguro had brutally taken your parents' lives and nearly claimed your own had added a heavy layer of understanding to the room's emptiness.
As his piercing aquamarine eyes roamed your room, he couldn't help but marvel at your tenacity. You had faced the man who'd slaughtered your family and tried to take your life a second time. It was a story that gave new meaning to the word "strong."
Satoru found himself contemplating the meaning of strength. Until now, he had often defined it by raw power and cursed techniques, but your story had offered a different perspective. He couldn't help but have newfound respect for those he had once deemed weak. In your courage and resilience, he discovered the true essence of strength – the ability to confront the darkest aspects of life and emerge stronger.
The minimalistic decor of your room, the stark emptiness, seemed to resonate with the profound void that your heart might have felt after losing your family. The room felt almost too quiet, a stillness that mirrored the absence of those you loved. Yet, amidst this emptiness, a childishly decorated picture frame on your nightstand drew Satoru's attention.
As he picked up the frame and gazed at the photo within, a subtle, melancholic smile graced his lips. The picture showed you, your face lit up with pure joy, alongside two other children who were clearly not related by blood. Yet, the bond you shared in the photo was unmistakable. He assumed these must be your siblings despite the lack of any family resemblance.
It was an image of carefree happiness, the three of you captured at a lake, enjoying a beautiful day together. The laughter and pure joy on your faces were infectious. In that single photo, Satoru saw the essence of what you had been fighting for – a world where such moments of happiness and innocence could be preserved.
As Satoru sat by your side, a sudden, painful moan escaped your lips, immediately snapping his full attention back to you. He carefully set the picture frame aside and brought the back of his hand to your forehead, checking your temperature.
His brow furrowed with concern as he noted your fever was still elevated. He reached for the cooling towel that lay nearby and gently placed it on your forehead. He planned to change it shortly when a sharp gasp from you made him pause.
In an instant, his silent prayers were answered. Your eyes sprang open, still dark and hazy with sleep, but it was a sight that filled Satoru with immense relief.
"[Name], you're awake," he whispered, his voice laced with both surprise and happiness.
Concern filled his bright blue eyes as he noticed the panic in yours, and soon it was replaced by pure fear. He was about to ask if you were okay when you suddenly threw your arms around him.
"You're alive, Satoru..." you sobbed as you tightly held onto him, your cries quickly reminding him of the horrifying events that unfolded three days ago.
Satoru's heart skipped a beat at the mix of relief and fear in your actions. His arms slowly encircled you, holding you close. He knew that he had survived Toji's brutal attack, but the pain and trauma from that experience still lingered. In this moment, you were his lifeline, grounding him in the present.
"I'm here," he whispered, his voice trembling with raw emotion, as he gently stroked your back. "I'm alive, and so are you."
Your [e/c] eyes filled with fear, and your heart raced as you anxiously questioned, "Where's Suguru? Did Toji get away?" Your breaths came out in frantic, panicked pants.
Satoru, with a protective instinct, pulled you even closer while you were already sitting in his lap. He held you tightly, his voice a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos. "Suguru's fine," he said with a calm yet comforting tone. "I took care of Toji."
You felt a mix of emotions flooding through you, and your voice trembled as you questioned, "Toji, is he...?" The words trailed off, the unspoken fear still lingering.
Satoru nodded reassuringly, confirming your unspoken fears. "He's gone."
Relief washed over you, and you felt tears of gratitude welling up in your [e/c] eyes. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of emotions, grateful that your friends were safe. In that moment, you clung to Satoru, thankful for his presence and protection, and the world began to regain its balance.
The atmosphere in the room shifted as you became more aware of your position. Flustered and embarrassed, you couldn't help but take note of the way his arms held you securely. Cheeks burning as you glanced down at the situation, realizing you were nestled in the crook of his neck, perched atop his lap.
Lifting your head slowly, you met Satoru's gaze, his aquamarine eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Your cheeks flushed, and you stammered, "I'm so sorry, Satoru, I didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't realize..."
He interrupted with a soft chuckle, "No need to apologize, [Name]. You just woke up, and you were scared. It's completely understandable.” A mix of embarrassment and gratitude washed over you as he continued to hold you in his strong, reassuring arms.
Satoru's thoughts were in turmoil as he held you close, your presence stirring something deep within him. He couldn't quite explain why he felt such a strong connection to you, drawn by an inexplicable warmth that seemed to radiate from your very being. But for now, he kept those feelings to himself, silently relishing the simple pleasure of having you safe in his arms.
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A whole year of intense training had passed, during which you, Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru had dedicated yourselves to honing your jujutsu skills. Under the guidance of the skilled Satoru Gojo, you had not only become proficient but had also developed a deeper understanding of your abilities. Days filled with relentless practice and nights of studying had gone by in a flash, and your progress was evident.
During this year, you had not only grown more powerful but also closer to Satoru. His expert guidance had become a beacon of inspiration for your development. You admired him not only for his incredible powers but also for the warmth he carried around him, a stark contrast to his often cheeky and carefree exterior. Your training sessions often felt more like bonding moments, and you had shared stories, laughter, and even moments of vulnerability.
Satoru's eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint as he stood before you, instructing the three of you to throw the stationary items you held at him, you and Shoko exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and curiosity in your eyes.
With a synchronized motion, you, Shoko, and Suguru hurled your items toward Satoru. What followed was nothing short of spectacular. Each item you threw hit an invisible barrier, stopped in its tracks. Your amazement was undeniable, and an enthusiastic "Wow!" escaped both you and Shoko as you witnessed this incredible display of power.
Satoru couldn't hide his cheeky grin as he revealed his ability to use Limitless nearly constantly. It was an awe-inspiring feat, but Shoko couldn't help but voice her concern. "You're gonna fry your brain like that," she skeptically noted.
Satoru, however, remained carefree and confident as ever. "I can also use my reverse curse technique around the clock, so I’ll always have a fresh brain," he cheekily informed you all.
"Now, [Name], show them what you've been working on," Satoru encouraged as he gestured for you to come forward. With a deep breath, you knelt down, placing your hands on the dry, dusty ground. A tingling sensation surged through your fingers as you channeled your curse energy.
In an instant, the earth beneath you transformed, blooming with fresh and vibrant flowers. Their sweet scent filled the air, intoxicatingly delightful, and Shoko and Suguru couldn't resist the allure of the blossoms. They happily walked among the vibrant petals, brushing them with their hands. Laughter bubbled from their lips as they fell to the ground, rolling in the flower-filled field, their giggles of joy filling the air. It was as if they'd been transported to a dreamlike meadow.
With a gentle smile, you ceased using your technique. The intoxicating haze of the flowers lifted, and Shoko and Suguru gradually returned to their senses. Their dreamy expressions transformed into confusion, and they jointly asked, "What just happened?"
"It's my ability! I can create a field of intoxicating flowers that will distract and, hopefully one day, subdue my opponent," you cheerfully explained, your newfound abilities a testament to your dedication and growth over the past year
Giggling as Shoko hugged you tight, she praised you, "Great job, my little [Name." Her laughter filling the warm summers air as she added, "Apparently, that idiot can actually teach, who would've thought?"
Satoru, annoyed by her playful jab, retorted quickly. The two of you shared a giggle, relishing the camaraderie. After slipping out of Shoko's hold, you made your way toward Suguru.
"Great job, [Name]," Suguru tenderly praised as he gently placed his hand atop your head. You flashed him a warm smile, feeling deeply grateful for the support from your friends.
"I couldn't have done any of this without you guys," you confessed, recognizing the integral role your friends played in your growth as a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
For a split second, you saw longing in Suguru's eyes. Concerned, you asked, "Are you okay, Suguru?" His blank gaze made you worry even more.
"Do you enjoy being a Jujutsu Sorcerer?" Suguru's quiet question hung in the air. His hand moved down, gently caressing your cheek before falling to his side. "Of course I do," you replied, concern evident in your tone as you met his gaze with your [e/c] eyes. "I'm able to learn and grow with all of you while helping those who are within my reach." You wanted to reassure him.
"You've lost weight. I know something's up. Talk to me," you tenderly offered, urging him to share his burdens.
"It's been extra hot out lately. I guess I'm just tired from the heat," Suguru softly answered. A wistful smile pulled at his lips before he turned to make his way back toward the dorms.
Your stomach twisted with knots as you watched him walk away, sensing that something was bothering your friend. Satoru couldn't help but notice the exchange between the two of you. His sharp eyes missed very little, and he had observed the conversation with a knowing look in his aquamarine irises.
As Suguru walked away, Satoru sauntered over to you with his usual swagger. "Something on Suguru's mind?" he inquired, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear, tone low and suggestive.
You sighed, your shoulders drooping as you glanced back in Suguru's direction. "I'm not sure. He's been acting strange lately, and I can't help but feel like he's hiding something. He said it's just the heat, but I don't think that's the real issue. Could you talk to him?”
Satoru, with a wry grin, responded, "Oh, don't you worry. I'll have a little chat with him. Suguru's a stubborn guy, but he can't resist the charm of yours truly."
His confidence was almost infectious, and you chuckled at his casual cockiness. "Thanks, Satoru. I appreciate it."
With that, he strolled away, headed in the direction Suguru had gone. You watched him for a moment before heading back towards the dorms, your mind filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.
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It was your first day alone in the medical sector, Shoko being away on a mission. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on your shoulders as you tried to maintain your composure.
As you prepared the metal table with a heavy heart, the room felt stifling. Shoko had taught you well, but today was a grim test of your abilities. The pale, lifeless figure of Haibara lay before you, a cruel reminder of the unforgiving world of curses.
Nanami, known for his calm and collected demeanor, had slumped into a chair, the loss of his best friend clearly shattering his composure. "Damn it, it was supposed to be a simple grade 2 curse..." his voice trembled with regret and anger. The weight of what had happened hung heavily on him, and you couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow for the man who had always been there to help you.
Suguru, too, bore a heavy heart.This loss had struck at the very core of your group, a stark reminder of the dangerous world you lived in. It was a somber moment, and as you prepared to do everything you could for your fallen comrade, a profound sadness settled over you all.
Your hands moved with a practiced precision as you began your work. As you operated, the memory of your younger brother, his kindness and innocence flashing before your eyes, creating a lump in your throat. You pushed your emotions aside, concentrating on piecing together what remained.
The room felt heavy with grief as you and Suguru worked together, covering Haibara with a white sheet. Suguru taking the initiative to gently suggest to Nanami, "Go get some rest, Nanami. Gojo is taking care of it."
Nanami, still overwhelmed by the loss of his friend, sighed heavily. "Why doesn't Gojo just take care of everything on his own? He's the strongest, after all."
As you washed your hands, you couldn't help but wonder to yourself, "Must he shoulder everything?" You knew Nanami’s words held no malice, but it left you wondering what being the strongest truly entailed in the world of Jujutsu Sorcerers.
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“After Geto's curse exorcism mission, there was no one left alive in the village. Evidence of Suguru's curse technique and its residuals were found at the scene. These disturbing events have led to him being labeled as a curse user, now facing execution.”
Yaga's grim revelation sent a shiver down your spine. You and Satoru exchanged incredulous glances. "What?" Satoru questioned, his voice filled with disbelief.
Yaga continued, "From the looks of it, his parents' home is also empty, and with the leftover remains we found, it appears he had done the same to them as the villagers." He concluded with a heavy sigh.
Your stomach coiled with dread, as you hurried down the hall and out of the doors, yearning for the solace of fresh air. It was hard to comprehend the shocking revelation about one of your most trusted friends. The information swirled chaotically in your mind, leaving you feeling uneasy, was it really the Suguru you knew who had committed such a heinous act?
The weight of everything that had transpired since your move to Japan suddenly bore down on you as you rushed back to your dorm room; found your running shoes, quickly changed, and headed to one of the parks Suguru had shown you on one of your off days. His words from that day echoing in your mind as you rushed there.
"The next time I come here, I'll have made my decision."
You were nearly out of breath as you raced around the expansive park, tall green trees surrounded you as their leaves blew peacefully in the wind.
"Hey [Name]," Suguru softly greeted as he approached you from behind. Tears welled up in your eyes; your friend looked so different from who you had come to know and love. His usual warm violet eyes were now dark and distant. Tears welled up in your eyes as you questioned him, "Did you really do it?"
The silence hung in the air for a moment before Suguru let out a heavy sigh, "It was me”
His confirmation sent fear coursing through your veins. Suguru had always been the voice of reason, the one who showed kindness even to those who didn't deserve it. You had looked up to him as a pillar of strength and morality, and now, that image was shattered.
“Your own parents? How could you, Suguru?" Your voice quivered, laced with a mix of disbelief and sorrow.
Suguru's eyes, once warm and kind, now seemed cold and distant. "I want to create a world of only Jujutsu Sorcerers. Those who can evolve and awaken their curse energy should survive, and those who can't... they don't belong. My parents couldn't be exceptions if I was going to make this a reality."
Your voice cracked as the painful memories rushed back. "You've seen how cruel and painful it is. I had to witness both my parents get murdered and endure near-fatal injuries to awaken my curse energy. How can you be so heartless, especially to your own parents?"
The park's serene surroundings felt like a surreal backdrop for this heart-wrenching conversation. Suguru's indifference contrasted sharply with the peaceful nature that surrounded you.
"To live in a world without curses... a world of true peace," Suguru began, attempting to rationalize his actions.
But you couldn't accept this justification. "I understand that our lives as Jujutsu Sorcerers are filled with pain and far from fair," you said, your voice steady, "but I've also seen human lives that endure their own forms of cruelty. It's not for us to pass judgment on the innocent. Our existence is simply the luck of the draw."
As your words hung in the air, it was clear that Suguru's path and your beliefs had irrevocably diverged.
"Please don't go," you tearfully pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. But Suguru had already turned his back to you, and he walked away, disappearing into the bustling city streets.
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Returning to campus as the sun began to set, you were greeted by Satoru as he waited for you by the gate. The two of you walked back toward your dorm in heavy silence, the weight of Suguru's defection pressing on your shoulders like an unbearable load.
Standing by your dorm room door, you turned to face Satoru, your eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. Tears welled up in your [e/c] eyes, and your voice quivered as you made a heartfelt promise. "Satoru, I promise... I'll bear the burdens that I can for you," you confessed, your voice heavy with the weight of the situation and your determination to support him. Tears streamed down your [s/t] cheeks, revealing the depth of your commitment.
Satoru's tender, teasing voice reached your ears. "You're such a crybaby, [Name]," he remarked as he gently wiped the tears from your face, his touch reassuring and affectionate. Then, he enveloped you in his arms, and your body instinctively relaxed into his embrace. In that moment, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you reciprocated by hugging him back, finding comfort in his closeness.
The warmth of your connection, the tears, and the shared pain all formed a powerful bond between you two. It was as though your hearts were intertwined, providing solace and understanding in the face of the overwhelming future that lay ahead.
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Hi loves! I hope you enjoyed this chapter,tell me what you think in the comments and thank you for all the love this story has received I’m overwhelmed but all the support!
As always, much love xoxo
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sei-rq · 1 year
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Gojou Satoru fucks around with so many people, but once he saw you he couldn't get you out of his mind, that tight dress that would perfectly flaunt your figure, those heels that would make you look so much taller than you actually are and those lips..god they were so fucking gorgeous, he wanted you.. really really wanted you, and he could have you! after all who doesn't fall for his charms right? it was so embarrassing that everytime he fucked someone now he would imagine it was you.. it was you who was making those sounds, it was your body that he was holding.. it was your cunt that he was fucking, he was down bad.. so when he finally made his attempt to flirt with you.. imagine the shock on his face when you just say "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested.. you're not really my type" .. you were not interested? haha! nice joke, you're so cute.. wait are you really not interested?.. he is in a very delusional state.. you're not "interested" in THE Gojou Satoru?? he is not your.. "type"?? well [Y/N] you're fucked for good now because he's even more invested in you.. just to make you like him.. just to fuck you.. just to prove to you he's more than good enough for you and then drop you.. or maybe.. just maybe, make you his bitch
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cierramaee · 2 months
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The absolute disgusting diabolical filth I just thought!! Y’all I- 😵‍💫
OH THE FILTHY SHIT I GOT PLANNED FOR THIS MAN!!
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yes-i-am-a-sinner · 2 years
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masterlist
disclaimer: all works are black!fem!reader unless stated. the reader can be implied, out right stated, or include visuals of black people!!
︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵
MY HERO ACADEMIA
Pure Divine Energy 1 2
(Aizawa x black!spiritual/witch!reader with locs)
Aizawa with a Cottage Core!GF 🌸
I Want It That Way 🎤
(Aizawa x black!reader)
My Hands Are Tied 🔞
(Aizawa one shot; no reader insert)
Bakugou with a Cottage Core!GF 💕
Bakugou the Hairstylist 🦋
(Bakugou x black!momma!reader with baby girl)
Bakugou with a Chunky Baby 🍼
(Bakugou & his kid)
Domming Sub!Bakugou (18+) 🧡
Making Rotel for Bakugou 😋
(random thought)
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JUJUTSU KAISEN
Baby Doll 💵
(Nanami x black!reader)
Pussy Piercing (+18) 💋
(Gojo x black!reader)
“Take them tiddies out” tiktok 📱
(Gojo x black!reader) / random thought
GAHH DAYUM 👴🏽🕶🤏🏽
(Gojo & Namani x black!reader) / random thought
“Get Out of Work” Free Card 📱
(Nanami x black!reader)
ATTACK ON TITAN
Possessive Eren 🫦
Don’t take Eren to the hair store 👀
(random thought)
OTHER
Milk, Gold, and Honey 🍯
(your fav x black!gn!reader)
Duke it out with Sophie 🔥
(Howl x black!reader) / random thought
Eve (18+) 🍎
(no specific character; writing practice)
tag: @ofblckwriters
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qissu · 2 years
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   ᐢ⑅ᐢ ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ ./づ~ ♡
sUMMARY  ▶ Just random scenarios with you and both of your boyfriends ˃̵ᴗ˂̵
▶  Chubby y/n
You still feel insecure despite the fact that you always act naughty, thus it doesn't mean that your insecurities will go away during sex. Gojo and Geto continue to praise you and love the aspects of you that you still find difficult to appreciate despite this.
Gojo enjoys it when you ride his face while Geto is watching yall having sex. He enjoys the lewd face you make when you're on top. A major turn-on for them is seeing you vulnerable in front of them.
They take turns showing you how a genuine man loves you, and they don't just concentrate on one area; they want every part of your body to feel them, even to the point where your toes curl and your nails sink into their backs.
After having sex, they take wonderful care of you by massaging your entire body and kissing you on the face, neck, and stomach.
“You know your beautiful right?” 
No frown should ever cross your lips; they always give you encouragement when you're down.
They could never take their eyes off you when the three of you went on date nights, especially when you wore a skin-tight dress that displayed all your curves. "You know that dress is coming off when we get home." Geto stated.
“Oh no, geto, I doubt we'll get past the parking lot without devouring her.”
When relaxing at home geto and gojo are always fighting over who gets to lay between your thighs, it’s so warm and peaceful, and always makes them fall asleep. 
“I let you go last week, this week is my week!” Gojo shouts at Geto
They always attempt to stay under you because you are their forever home and happy place.
▶   General Head-canons 
You never learnt to swim, but now that you have two boyfriends, you can learn! Gojo and Geto alternate turns holding onto you in the water until they can tell you've gotten the hang of it. “You can’t become Michael Phelps in a day, we can come back as many times as you want until you master it.” Geto says as he pulls you into a hug.
“Are you not including me?!” Gojo throws himself between you and Geto
Since you don't often get sick, it would be the end of the world for them. Gojo would typically cuddle you as you slept so his body heat could keep you warm while Geto was in the kitchen preparing soup. You'd have to be coerced into drinking the soup by Geto.
“You have to get better for us, If you can’t drink the whole thing at least try to drink half.”
Gojo and Geto adore the way that when you're inebriated, you loosen up, gain confidence, and sing heartlessly in your underwear in the living room. “We can never let her see these pictures we take. let’s put them in the secret stash.” Gojo said as Geto agrees with him.
You're dating someone, but your mother and father didn't realize it was two people until they arrived. They make an effort to get along with your parents, persuading them that both of them are more beneficial to you than harmful.
Hope you enjoyed! - (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
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sugurusluts · 2 years
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Comfort
Type: sfw, hurt/comfort
Including: Gojo Satoru x reader
summary: when Gojo finds you a mess from your own overthinking he does his best to comfort you.
Satoru opened the door to your shared apartment, setting down the bags of groceries he held on the counter.
“Since someone was too lazy to, I went out and got stuff for dinner!” He called out, expecting his lover to call back with some witty line that would make him roll his eyes and fight back a smirk of amusement. But his taunting was met with nothing but silence.
“Sweetheart? You there?” He poked his head around the doorway to the living room, seeing your shaking form rubbing your eyes aggressively on the couch. Over come with worried he quickly walked up to you, still rubbing your eyes and turning away from him.
“Are you..ok?” Satoru grabbed your chin, inspecting your red face flushed with tears.
You ripped your face back from his grasp, continuing to wipe the tears back, “yeah yeah, sorry it’s nothing, what did you get for dinner?”
Completely ignoring your question he kneeled infront of you, eye level to your chest. He grabbed your hands, pulling them from your face and intertwining them with his own.
“What happened?” He was completely serious as he stared up at you, fighting back the urge to comment on how beautiful you looked when you cried.
“…I said it was nothing”
“I don’t believe you Y/N, did I do something?”
His worry for you only made your tears fall faster. You kept your hands in his larger ones, simply turning your face to hide the tears.
“You’re gonna think it’s stupid” you chuckled to yourself with a bittersweet tone.
“Come on, just tell me.”
You finally looked him in his eyes, his sunglasses and blindfold no where to be found.
“Are you sure you want to..like be with me?”
He didn’t answer you, simply stared with complete disbelief and confusion. Seeing his confused puppy expression made you wanted to kiss him, and hold his head against your chest.
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s just..I know you were with a bunch of girls before me, and it’s not like I don’t trust you, I do.” As you spoke you couldn’t ignore the look of heartbreak in his eyes as you continued. “I don’t care about that stuff, it’s just..it’s so obvious to me and everyone else that you could do better than me.”
He kept staring up at you, not a word leaving his mouth.
“Satoru..come on..you’re so funny, and sweet, and beautiful, it’s like you’re out of everyone’s league, especially mine! You could be with someone better than me, and we both know it.”
He kept staring at you, stuck in silence. You stared back. You had no clue what was going on in his head. After what felt like an eternity he spoke.
“Can I admit something to you?”
“You know you can”
He took a deep breath, still looking in your eyes.
“This is the first relationship I’ve ever been in”
It was now your turn to be shocked into silence.
“Like I’ve slept with girls, but I’ve never been with a girl the way I’m with you.”
He looked for you to say something, but came up short. This was harder for him to admit than you could imagine. So he continued talking.
“This relationship has been so many firsts for me, this is my first time buying groceries for someone else, first time living with someone else, first time running baths for someone, first time cooking breakfast for someone..”
He once again stared up at you waiting for you to say something, yet you were still so caught up in comprehending his words.
“All this stuff if new to me Y/N, I don’t want to do this domestic bullshit with anyone who isn’t you. There’s no one better than you in my eyes. Trust me, I’ve never looked at anyone the way I look at you, and I don’t think I ever will.”
“..really?”
“Really.”
His confidence in his answer made your heart flutter. Finally you wiped away the lasts of your tears, pulling your hands from his with a small smile.
He stood, helping you up along with him, walking to the kitchen.
“Since I picked up groceries I think it’s only fair you make dinner”
“Fine, if it’s anything harder than heating up a frozen pizza I’ll be so pissed”
You gave him a quick peck on his lips, he held your cheek, stroking it lovingly with his thumb, smiling down on you with such admiration your knees felt weak. His hand lingered for a couple more seconds before he turned, making his way back to the couch, finding something for the two of you to watch while you ate.
You watched him walk away, before turning away as well, walking farther into the kitchen.
“Love you Satoru!” You called out, with just as much confidence as had.
“Love you more!”
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nanivinsmoke · 1 year
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nothing for kink tober, like nothing at all. sorry, maybe next year. probably do something for Christmas tho.
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sanjisblackasswife · 11 months
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“𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕐𝕠𝕦”
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𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
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Black Fem Reader in Mind
CW: PussyDrunk!Gojo, SoftDom! Gojo,Kinda Aftercare , Oral Sex, Fingering, Praise, Established Relationship, It’s Modern AU, but it’s implied Gojo left you a long time like yk….in the manga
Bad Summary: Finally after being apart for so long your big strong boyfriend shows you how much he missed you.
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It was like he was a new person—
“Sat—-!!”
“Need you…”
Not physically by sight—-however his kisses—-so needy but not as teasing and rough as it was from the last time you kissed.
His lips were softer than you remembered, there wasn’t a part on your body Satoru didn’t miss to feel.
It was as if you weren’t real to him.
However, you didn’t know whether to stop him to kick him out, or let him keep going as he placed your body on your fluffy bed.
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When he came to your door at the late hours of the night you didn’t even have time to process it.
Seeing him leaning on your door, having to kneel a little since he was always so much taller than average door, all black outfit, hair down and messy, his piercing ocean blue eyes revealed to yours, and his reaction was priceless.
“Y/n…”
“Satoru…”
It was a mixture of shocked and happy, sad yet relieved?
When he captured you into his strong arms, one large hand behind your head and the other on your lower back.
You tried pushing away to make sure that was him, that he was really back to you, but he kept you close against his chest just for a moment longer.
He couldn’t let you see the tears that escape his eye.
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So, you’re here, (his) night shirt being slowly taken off your now nude body, his eyes marveled. Nearly drooling at how much you’ve changed.
“You’re hotter than before.” A snarky remark from Gojo, as he looks down at you basking in your form, yup. That was him alright. “C’mere.”
“Gojo you—!”
“Just…please…” Gojo cut you off with a tinge of urgency in his voice, he was kneeled between your legs rubbing the sides of your thighs, “Just let me have this…” His final words were muffled against your lips, “Please.”
You nod slowly, maybe it was his abs showing from being shirtless, or you still being in shock, but you let him do what he wanted.
It never ceased to fail you how small you felt under Gojo. He was 6’7”, and had a strong build, the man can tower almost anyone, but in this particular time you felt trapped under him.
As his lips lingered all over your chest you hum out his name, just how he likes, you can hear a muffled groan vibrate against your nipple from your reaction as he sucked on one breast and fondled with the other.
You could hear him unbutton and unzip his pants to toss to the floor, his print against his boxers made your eyes almost pop out your head.
Gojo noticed. Smirking a little at your cute reaction, he crawls to you placing your hand on his bulge and you squeeze it teasingly earning a small whimper from his mouth and a smirk against your lips.
You knew you had to talk about this with him, he has been gone for 3 years. 3 long years of no calling, texting, anything. You can’t remember the amount of tears you shed when you thought he was possibly dead or in trouble and thinking about the pain of it all stirred a fee sniffles from you.
But almost as if Gojo read your mind he cupped your face, his thumb wiping your tears as he didn’t cease to let go from your kisses.
“I know..” he mumbled as he traveled to your neck and that same hand that was once on your cheek now intertwined with your hand to hold tightly. “I know, baby I know..”
Gojo remembered your sweet spot on your neck, kissing that to get another sweet mewl from you. His opposite hand moved between your warm, wet thighs to rub wide circles on your clit with his three fingers.
“S’wet for me…”
He couldn’t take it anymore he needed to taste you now. Gojo’s darken eyes stayed on your cunt, moving down to kiss your slit, almost making out with it the same way he did with you at your door.
“S-sato!”
Gojo’s tongue was always something you could never fight against, he always had a love for sucking on your clit as his middle and ring finger dragged in and out of you. You took it upon yourself to hold your thighs up to your chest, giving him more acess to your (his) pretty little pussy.
He looked up at you with low lidded eyes, winking as his mouth hidden inside in your slit. You bit your lip seeing being still be so lewd. He spits on your clit, taking his fingers out to trace more circles before latching right back on with his soft lips.
“M’ so! M’ so close!”
Your moans were something that Gojo just COULDN’T handle. The way your body was grinding against his tongue, the way your hand massaged your breast, the way how your legs shook so much as you kept saying, “Yes yes yes yes yes Sato yes!”
It was enough to make him cum until touched.
And that he did.
Pulling away from you as you were panting from your first orgasm of the night you notice the small stain in your boyfriend’s underwear as he stood up.
“Well that’s a first.” Satoru let out and airy chuckle as he sucked on his fingers as if he was licking off some kind of dessert.
His underwear was tossed, leaving his pink tip standing painfully hard and leaking to your viewing, he crawls back to cage you in his strong arms.
Usually, Gojo would have just bottomed out after some teasing, but no. Not now, he admired your flustered face, you were always so beautiful to him, pushing back your curls, to let you taste himself on his tongue you pull back a moment, “Sato..I missed you.”
He smirked, forehead to forehead he was about to align himself, but you pull up his face with your shaky hands to cup his cheeks, “Tell me. Tell me you missed me too.”
His cheeks turned pinker than they were before, you brushed his white bangs to see his eyes completely and he paused.
“….I missed you….so much y/n.” The words were not above a whisper, he couldn’t say it any louder in fear he may cry. Right now, Gojo just wanted to be inside you. He needed to be inside you.
He needed to show you how much he missed you.
The night was filled with creaky bed sounds, skin slapping, and moaning.
“I missed—you!”
Gojo strained out as many times as he could as his hips snapped against yours. His hand never letting go of yours, his lips barely leaving your lips, he was so fixated on you and only you he didn’t even realize how many times he have already came himself.
The sting of overstimulation as he was on top made his arms weak, his entire body weight as he kept grinding his dick inside you drove you mad. His hot breath in your ear of praise of how tight you were, how warm you were, how much he didn’t go a day without thinking about you, how it ached for him not to just call you and tell you where he was.
He laid it all on the line and more to show you he missed you.
You both were a mess, your body shivering of sensitivity as Gojo rode out your 4th orgasm.
First from his tongue and fingers
2 from his dick
and the last of him cleaning you up with his mouth.
His body was sweating and hot against yours. Gojo didn’t care he threw you on top of him and kissed your so slow and sloppily he almost started to riled himself back up as he rutted against you from below.
“….I love you….I love you y/n….” He whispered breathlessly looking at your tired face, “Do you love me too?”
His voice was tinged with worry, you caught your breath with his and looked at him for a moment, capturing the sad look in his eyes. He knew deep down, even after tonight if you don’t forgive him he will understand, but he still needed to ask for his own selfish reasons.
“Do you love me?” Gojo asked again, this time his arm around your waist squeezing you tighter as you laid on his chest.
“….I always have and will love you, Satoru.”
His lips curled into a smile. You’ll never know how much he needed to hear those words.
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shisnhou · 2 years
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TW: smut! cum play (?), cum eating, unprotected sex, pure fucking filth, do tell me if missed any
gojo satoru who doesn‘t want kids but doesn‘t pull out either.
mindlessly, he thrusts into you as if his life depends on it. his eyes are closed, head thrown back with his hands on the small of your back pressing it down, forcing your back to arch.
it hasn‘t been remotely long since your last orgasm, and another one is loading inside you. it’s all caused by the natural arch of his thick cock that keeps hitting your g-spot, causing you become delirious with every passing second.
"‘tooru—" you sweetly moan, tongue already losing it‘s place in your mouth. meanwhile, the white haired man behind you keeps moaning, barely hearing your voice over his as he whines.
"j- just a bit more pretty." he pants, both hands moving to your waist as his thrusts become rather sloppy and deeper as he shudders with every thrust, feeling your walls tighten around him sweetly.
you shudder, feeling his cock pulse inside you, going deeper with every thrust, his hands clawing at your waist as he chases that sweet release that washes over him in no time.
you both moan so lewdly. his sweet voice leaving past his lips as he stills, dumping his cum inside of you. you stop as well, feeling his liquid inside you. all that stickiness feeling well inside of you, spurting and painting your walls white.
"fuck baby," he moans.
though he did dump himself inside of you without a care, he doesn‘t want kids, and you don‘t feel prepared yet. you‘re not on birth control, and neither is he.
you sigh in pleasure as you feel him pull out, white cum that belongs to him and you wrapped around his pretty cock. gojo swallows thickly before he grabs your waist and flips you to your stomach.
"alright baby, you know what to do," he looks up at you, your tired yet smutty eyes meeting his lust filled ones as you nod.
his hand moves to the lower part of your stomach as he watches your cunt with lust in his eyes. you prop yourself on your shoulders as you look down at him between your legs, you smirk lightly before you push.
with one hard push from you and a light pressure from his hand, dribbles of his cum drip from your pussy. you moan, feeling his fingers ghost on the lips of your cunt, opening it to reveal more of you pushing all his seed out of you as best as you possibly can.
and when you feel like can‘t anymore, he‘ll sweetly smile at you, saying "oh don‘t worry, i can help you with that." then, his long, slender fingers will delve into your pussy.
your throw your head back as his fingers rake the walls of your cunt, bringing the remnants of his cum out of your pussy. and when he sees his middle and ring finger glisten with cum when he takes them out, he‘ll waste no time and put them into his mouth. he does that all while he looks at you, looking lewdly before his fingers go back in.
when he finds that his fingers can no longer pick out anything, he‘ll prop his mouth before you glistening cunt and stick his tongue straight into you. best part is when you‘ll take his hair and push your cunt straight to his mouth. he‘ll smirk, grabbing your thighs and straight up lick you in the inside. he calls this process 'just making sure' to make sure that there is no more cum in your cunt, to ensure that there will be no babies coming your way.
and when he‘s down with taking all remnants of his white potent seed out of you, he‘ll crawl over to you and dangle his cock before your mouth. of course, you naturally will eat up and lick him. you‘ll eat the mixture of yours and his ecstasy clean.
and when you‘re done, you two will share a cute deep kiss, tasting each other. <3
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yellowflowerbub · 2 years
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Preparation
꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷
summary. A casual night of preparation for an event with gojo
wordcount. 0.4k+
pairing(s). actor!gojo x makeupartist!reader
warning(s). reader is a bit of a tsundere, teasing
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By far, your favorite thing to do when invited to events is prepare for them.
Yes, seeing all the actors you worked with dressed in their best attire after not seeing them since finishing the first season’s production was nice. However, nothing quite compared to the preparation of the event. 
You always fussed about taking a trip to the store to find a makeup product for his skin that'd never seen the light of day. Saying things like, "You know we can't order something in your shade online. They don't have your shade in the online stores." When you know it's not true at all. You truly just enjoyed spending the time dragging him throughout the isles of beauty supply stores.
You'd then complain about the extra time you would have to spend doing his makeup when you really didn't mind at all. He didn’t actually need much, just some touch ups here and there or coverage of a random pimple that appeared the morning of. Being so close and intimate with him was what you really enjoyed. And having an excuse to "blend the product" a bit more roughly if a snarky remark came from him.
He was well aware of this. Yet he still complained.
Every. Time.
“If someone would’ve told me, two years ago, that I’d be willingly sitting down to have my makeup done outside of set; I would call them insane.” He'd always say something along those lines. You roll your eyes and hold his face still.
“I guess I’m lucky you love your partner so much, hm?” You would always reply back.
Gojo would then turn to you again, “Very. Lucky.”
Then you'd smile and continue to touch up his makeup despite being very much done with it. You really just wanted to stray away from his teasing gaze knowing your entire face felt like it was on fire.
He probably couldn't see it but he knew the effect he had on you. And you knew he knew. You both knew each other so well, inside and out that you could tell by a simple glance what the other felt.
You would eventually pretend you finally finished and step back to admire your work through the mirror. Suddenly standing up, Gojo would stick his hand or hold out his arm for you to grab onto.
"Are you ready, my lovely, talented, gorgeous, stunning, head turning-"
"Yes." You'd cut him off, "Yes, I am very much ready."
"Alright then. Off to the car we go."
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a/n: a little actor au with gojo
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fanficdelulus · 6 months
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Greetings
Fate (Gojo x Fem! Reader)
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As the three of you arrived at your destination, Satoru turned to [Name] with a mischievous grin and asked, "If you could choose any seat in a classroom, where would you sit?"
[Name] considered the question for a moment before replying, "Hmm, front and center." Her response reflecting her eagerness to learn.
An eager grin spread across Satoru's lips as he playfully took hold of the back of your uniform. A small yelp escaped your lips as your body suddenly fell forward, and surprise was evident on your face as you realized you were practically floating in Satoru's hold. Your [e/c] eyes turned toward the explosion on the side of the building.
Swiftly, Suguru leaped into action. He summoned one of his curses and skillfully caught Riko in the process, displaying his expertise and quick thinking. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as the danger was averted, but it was quickly replaced by a squeal. Your stomach felt like it was in your throat as Gojo swiftly advanced, propelling the two of you toward the next target.
"Phew! Just in time," Gojo stated with a touch of cockiness. He had swiftly stopped an onslaught of knives from piercing the two of you, showcasing his incredible combat and protection skills in the nick of time.
Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you watched in awe as Satoru easily pushed the knives to the side. As the tension in the air grew, the Q Soldier Vayer made himself known. "Ahh, the famous Gojo Satoru, hmm, and who's this foreigner?" he inquired, acknowledging your presence in the mission despite the palpable disgust in his tone. The encounter marked a critical moment in the unfolding mission, where you, a foreign sorcerer, were stepping into the spotlight and engaging with a formidable adversary.
Before you could react, a cocky laugh escaped past Satoru's lips, and his gaze hardened on their opponent. "Of course, you'd think in such an archaic way. Apologize now for what you've said, and I'll let you live," Satoru reiterated, his confidence unwavering. His imposing presence and the demand for an apology created a tense stand-off, setting the stage for a decisive moment in the mission. The Q Soldier Vayer had a choice to make, and the outcome was far from certain.
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“Gahhhhhh!”
"Would you two let go of her? That's not how you treat a lady!" You worriedly exclaimed as you and Kuroi swiftly made your way towards the trio. Your concern and assertiveness in defending Riko were evident.
"Kuroi!" Riko gleefully exclaimed, "My lady, they are our friends," Kuroi happily explained as Suguru's cursed spirit carried her along. The warmth of their reunion was palpable.
A warm smile graced your lips as you stuck out your hand. "I'm [Name] [Surname], but you can call me [Name]! Those two idiots over there and I will be escorting you for the merger. It's nice to meet you," you kindly introduced yourself. The introduction marked a moment of camaraderie, with you extending a friendly hand of welcome to Riko.
"You're so pretty," she softly muttered as she gazed at your voluminous curls and the golden hoops that accentuated your look.
Riko's soft compliment made you blush, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth. Your heart melted at Riko's cuteness. She reminded you of one of your foster sisters, and the connection between the two of you was immediate.
Unable to contain your affection, you swiftly pulled Riko into a sisterly hug. "Riko, you're so cuteee," you squealed with genuine delight.
Tender smiles formed on Satoru and Suguru's lips as they observed the heartwarming moment between the two of you. "You know she's spunkier than I thought," Satoru softly commented, revealing a newfound appreciation for Riko's spirit and energy. "Aren't you supposed to be all gloomy because of the merger?" Satoru questioned, genuinely curious about Riko's optimistic attitude.
"I am Riko Amanai, so you better listen up," she confidently began as soon as she finished hugging you, her determination shining through. "I am Master Tengen, and Master Tengen is me! So there's no need for me to be sad about the merger." Riko's resolute words demonstrated her strength of character.
"Well, that's good. I guess was worried about you for no reason," Satoru nonchalantly informed, his demeanor relaxed but clearly relieved by Riko's conviction. "You talk as if the merger and death are the same thing, but they are not! I will live on with Master Tengen!" Riko confidently declared, emphasizing her faith and resolve.
You couldn't help but be impressed by Riko's unwavering dedication, but it also brought a bittersweet realization. Beneath her strong front, she was just a middle school girl, facing a profound and challenging destiny. Your smile faltered in the slightest as you pondered this fact.
Determined to support and protect her, you quietly vowed,
"I'll make the time we have with her as memorable as I can."
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roseloon · 4 months
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JJK BOYS X VIRGIN! FEM READER
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a/n: thank you for 2.1k .. like literally there are no words. i’m speechless.
GOJO: the teaser
“you said you’d put it in already gojo .. you’re just teasing me,” you whine out, pussy clenching around nothing when your boyfriend rubs the meaty head of his cock through your folds. the friction is so good, so mind numbingly delicious it has you practically cumming before you’ve even been fucked.
“how do you know i’m teasing hm?” your boyfriend smugly protest, bright blue eyes loving the way you can barely keep your eyes open each time he slap! slaps! the head against your sloppy, wet folds.
he repeats these motions until you’re having a. dry orgasm .. body trembling violently as you cum, little creamy beads of slick dribbling down those pretty brown thighs, the sight is beautiful honestly.
“now, you’re ready.” he exclaims, gently pushing the tip through your wet lips. you and gojo both let out a moan when he’s able to get the tip and just a little more past the tight ring of muscles in your cunt.
the white haired man places his hands on either side of you as he flexes his hips, thrusting them up and pushing his cock deeper into your tight walls. you squeeze him, legs threatening to close around him as the stretch has you going mad.
“ohh my god ..” you breathe out, as gojo’s hips don’t stop. he pushes and pushes and pushes, inching that thick girth of his cock through your walls slowly. and it hurts, god does it hurt so fucking much.
“i thought you wanted me to stop teasing? thought you wanted me to put it in that tight cunt .. what changed hm?” he teasingly asks, absolutely reveling in the way you’re unable to answer him .. completely lost in the pleasure of finally getting that cunt fucked open for the first time.
“how’s it feel hm? tell me y/n.” he urges with a smirk, pulling his cock out with a groan. your pussy grips him, holding onto him tightly before he leaves your cunt empty, pussy hole gaping from loneliness. you’re left whining and mewling for him to put it back in, body instinctively missing being filled up so deliciously.
“gojo, put it back—nhgg!” he cuts you off with a hard thrust! filling out your cunt completely with one swift movement.
words die at your tongue from the impact of his hips hitting against yours. your tongue darts out as the pleasure begins to go to your brain, turning it into straight mush as your cunt practically gushes around the cock fucking in and out you.
GETO: the loving one
“g-geto i’m scared,” you admit, breathing in shakily as geto pulls his fingers out of your pussy. he’d been stretching you for 30 minutes straight, you’d just been so tight he had no choice. if he didn’t, there was no way he’d be able to fit his cock in you.
“lovey, you know i won’t let anything happen to you .. just relax f’me.” your boyfriend urges you, hand pressing on your stomach to lay you back onto the bed.
you breathe in harsh breaths of air, heart thumping in your chest as geto settles in between your legs at first. he kisses his way down your thighs until he reaches your needy cunt, lips placing a soft butterfly kiss to your clit.
you jump! letting out a frustrated moan when geto parts your legs. you wanted him to just be in you already, he promise that tonight would be the night.
“hey, don’t make that face .. you know i’ll take care of you. cmere.” he leans up, pressing a kiss on your lips. you let out a whimper as you taste your slick on your lips, the taste completely foreign to you.
“open your legs, darling.” he speaks, warm palms running up and down your outer thighs. your legs are shaky as you part them for your boyfriend, brown eyes threatening to flutter shut from embarrassment when geto pulls the waistband of his pants down.
his dick slaps up to his stomach, and suddenly you’re very very scared. you gulp, staring at it with wide eyes as geto maneuvers you into a comfortable position.
“nothing to be scared of lovey, i’ve got you..” his tone is soft and calming as he pulls your body to the edge of the bed. you feel all of your senses go into overdrive as you feel the tip of his cock pressing at your folds, geto presses a thumb at your clit as he pauses to let you accustom to the small stretch. he rubs the sensitive nub slowly, trying to get your focus on something else.
geto’s unsure and cautious as he moves his hips, slowly sheathing his cock into your walls. he manages to fit the tip in through your cunt before you’re squirming impatiently, trying to push your hips down onto him.
“hey, none of that. stay still, or i’ll stop.” he threatens you with a soft slap to your thigh before his hips pull back, hissing when you clench around his cock tightly in response to his threat.
“ohh,” you whimper, when your boyfriend’s hips snap up to yours. he fills you up completely with his girth, hands pressing your thighs down onto the bed beneath you as he begins to slowly move his hips in a rhythm.
CHOSO: the one who is also a virgin. (lol)
“am i doing this right? i don’t want it to hurt,” your boyfriend’s words are unsure as he watches you above him, eyes glazed over with pleasure from the previous blowjob you’d given him earlier.
“n-no, i’m okay.” you assure him, placing your legs on either sides of his, getting into a squatting stance. choso big hands guide onto his cock, waiting until you give him a nod to push you down onto his cock.
you go lower down a little too quickly, body snapping rigidly as choso cock fills you up to the brim. his dark eyes twitch from pleasure as he feels your cunt wrap around him, and it is a feeling like no other. his hips stutter involuntarily as he tries to get used to the feeling the wet tightness around his cock .. it almost has him going delirious.
“oh my—fuck..” your boyfriend harshly curses, hands holding the fat of your hips as he sees your face scrunch up in pain. he immediately feels bad, lips turning into a frown as he stop all his movements .. allowing you to get used to the feeling as well.
“how’s it feel? do you want me to stop?” he asks you, hand darting up from your hip to gently touch at your face. his touch is careful and comforting, making you close your eyes briefly before you open them again.
you finally give him a shake of your head .. pretty brown eyes fluttering as choso grinds his hips up against yours. the feeling of sex for the first time is exhilarating, for him and you. it has your heart racing and your body warming up as a foreign tension builds in your abdomen. it’s only now after the pain slightly subsides do you realize how deep he was.
it has choso’s brain actually melting, as he feels you slick his dick up. you’re so, so wet tonight .. he’s never felt this good in his life before. his heart thrums in his chest as he looks at your fucked out expression.
you looked like such a slut.
“it’s good .. s-so good.” you stutter put the response weakly when choso begins to lift you and up down, dragging your tight little cunt up and down his girth. the pain now subsiding completely as you can only focus on the way choso fucks you up and down on his cock.
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