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⛓️ lonely at the top ⛓️

☆ pairing: satoru gojo x afab!reader x true form!sukuna ☆ summary: you are the great ryomen sukuna's favorite healer from the heian era, reincarnated in the modern time. for centuries, you have also been his favorite lover. but when sukuna returns one day with a shockingly handsome blue-eyed sorcerer, you cannot help but feel threatened. no matter what sukuna's plans are for this newcomer, however, you're willing to do whatever it takes to stay on top. ☆ tags: slight canon divergence, smut with a lil plot ¬‿¬ ☆ warnings: MINORS DNI!!!! handjob, oral sex (m/f!receiving; yes this includes sukuna's abdomen mouth lmao); voyeurism; exhibitionism; fingering; p in v; anal; overstimulation; masturbation ☆ a/n: ok the promised (and voted upon) sukugo fic is FINALLY here my loves :3 i had to add reader in the mix too though bc girls just wanna have fun. also writing this kinda made me a sukuna truther :/ maybe i understand gege and sukuna kaisen just a little bit more now :/ ANYWAY ENJOY!!! ☆ wc: 8k

when you had heard of Lord Sukuna's imminent duel with the infamous Satoru Gojo, you knew it would be prudent to practice your Reverse Cursed Technique. you had always been Lord Sukuna's favorite healer (among other things), but that had been the Heian Era. this new time was as foreign and strange to you as the delicate new body into which you had been reincarnated.

and so, when Lord Sukuna re-enters the compound you share with his other most trusted servants and loudly calls for you, you are prepared. flexing your practiced fingers and preparing to channel positive cursed energy, you hurry to the threshold from which his voice had emanated and immediately sink to a kneeling position, your head turned to the floor. as expected, Lord Sukuna had come straight to the healing quarters.

"you summoned me, Lord Sukuna?"

Lord Sukuna approaches you; his footsteps sound heavy and slow. he is exhausted, you can tell, but he does not seem grievously injured as you had expected. so why did he call for you?

your head still inclined downwards, you stifle a gasp as you notice rivulets of blood darkening the floor beneath you and staining your pristine robes.

"you will heal him," Lord Sukuna says simply. you hear a heavy thud hitting the bed you had prepared so carefully for your lord. actually, mystifyingly, you hear two thuds. you chance a glance upwards, and your heart drops when you see that Lord Sukuna has indeed deposited severed halves of some unfortunate sorcerer's body onto the bed. from his pallor, you can tell he has already lost quite a lot of blood. this is beyond any healing you have ever performed in any era. you briefly wonder whether your beloved lord is setting you up to fail when he speaks up.

"i trust you understand that failure is not an option."

"yes, my lord."

"y/n," he says more quietly. you nearly shudder at the sound of his tongue lavishing attention on your name. "i keep you in my employ because you are the only healer worthy of serving me."

it is a statement of arrogance, but it is also one of reassurance. someone who has served as his trusted servant for as long as you have learns how to understand his sometimes esoteric cues.

you feel a firm hand grip your jaw and tilt your face upwards. you are greeted by a sight you have not seen in centuries: Lord Sukuna in his true form, in all his magnificence. his tattoos stand starkly against his glistening torso. his arms, now four in number as you recall, are corded with muscle; the grip his massive hand has on your face could easily crush your windpipe — and yet, it does not. it never would, so long as you serve your purpose. you cannot help but bask in his glowing charisma. this was the sorcerer you were so proud to serve.

"it is my honor to serve you, my lord. i will heal the sorcerer, i swear it."

noticing your desirous eyes raking over his form, his cruel mouth forms a lazy smirk, which is mirrored in the mouth of his stomach. the effect is equal parts unnerving and disarming.

"come, y/n," Lord Sukuna says, pleased with your reaction to his true form. "let us see your patient for the evening." he seizes your shoulders with his second set of arms, and indelicately pulls you to your feet before marching you towards the bed.

Lord Sukuna must still be unused to inhabiting his true body after possessing so many weak mortal vessels, you muse, for he is being far rougher with you than usual. you find that you do not mind, however. in spite of the grave situation, you feel heat embarrassingly beginning to pool at the apex of your thighs at the feel of Lord Sukuna's thick fingers and their crushing grip on your narrow shoulders.

the man in the bed is muscular, although nowhere close to Lord Sukuna's physique. that said, he looks youthful, and strong enough to have put up a good fight. perhaps he would even be strong enough to recover from his horrendous injuries under your expert healing hands.

but who was this man? why was Lord Sukuna so insistent upon healing him? and how was he injured like this in the first place?

your eyes wander to his upper half, and you pause on his face. handsome, with delicate features and a shock of messy white hair. his eyes are slightly agape, and you note that they are the uncommon blue of a summer sea.

blue?

you gasp in spite of yourself and turn to your master, momentarily forgetting that propriety dictates that you not maintain eye contact with someone so many levels above yourself.

"forgive me, Lord Sukuna, but...Satoru Gojo?"

Lord Sukuna does not seem to mind your lapse in etiquette, as he meets your gaze with a grin.

"he put up a marvelous fight. talent like that should not be extinguished, even though most sorcerers doubtlessly dream of being defeated by somebody like the great Sukuna," he says.

Lord Sukuna was always able to make such grandiose statements about himself that would sound asinine coming from any mere man. with the great Lord Sukuna, statements like these are simply the truth. he has always been so far above any human you have known, which is why his fascination with Satoru Gojo is leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. mortal humans, including you, need to know their place. that maxim should include Satoru Gojo, too.

Lord Sukuna's voice shakes you from your reverie. "oh, and y/n?" his normally commanding voice is alarmingly soft, and laced with...something. something typically reserved for his favorites, like you.

"yes, Lord Sukuna?" you ask, carefully keeping your head angled downwards towards the bed so as not to repeat your earlier eye contact gaffe.

you watch as Lord Sukuna reaches a hand out towards Satoru Gojo's listless face to slap the young man's elegant cheek.

"do be gentle with your technique. i want this one staying pretty for me."

ah.

so that was why Lord Sukuna had taken such pains to rescue Satoru Gojo.

with that, Lord Sukuna turns on his heel and leaves you to your patient.

you anticipated healing Gojo's injuries to be your greatest challenge yet, but it is far more taxing than you ever could have known. your Reverse Cursed Technique was meant for healing injuries, but what had happened with Gojo's body was almost beyond an injury.

it had taken you hours in the first place to even figure out a way to use your RCT in this situation, until you had realized that delicate threads of cursed energy still emanated from Gojo's body. even if it was physically severed, his cursed energy still lived, if only barely. it is a testament to the sheer magnitude of Gojo's cursed energy that some still survives; no wonder he had impressed Lord Sukuna so.

you use your RCT to trace the threads of cursed energy from one half of Gojo's body to the other; in doing so, you are able to treat the severing merely as a thinning of cursed energy, and thus as an injury rather than a full separation. you breathe a sigh of relief as you observe one thread of his torso knit itself back together under your watchful eye.

now to repeat the process for the entire circumference of his body. you stretch and sigh; this would be a long night. at least you have a way forward now, though. disappointing Lord Sukuna was never an option.

as you continue reconnecting the flesh and gristle that makes up Satoru Gojo, you find yourself increasingly unable to ignore his objective beauty. as a healer, you always possessed great admiration for the physical form, and Satoru Gojo just happened to be a prime specimen. perhaps the fact that Lord Sukuna had found him to be a worthy adversary (and prize, you remind yourself) also influenced your judgment.

you feel a strange intermingling of lust, jealousy, and envy at the thought. you are well aware that Lord Sukuna has a prodigious sexual appetite that requires countless mortals to satisfy, but you have long been secure in your position as his favorite plaything. now, however, compared to Satoru Gojo, you cannot be so certain; he possesses beauty and power in spades.

you shake your head. this is neither the time nor the place to be evaluating Lord Sukuna’s judgment; favorite or not, it is your duty to complete the task he so graciously entrusted you with. you are not sure of how long you continue to sew Satoru Gojo’s body back together, but you are aware that the sun’s citrus glow has long faded.

Lord Sukuna had always reminded you of the sun, although you have never been bold enough to tell him such a silly romanticism. but in its radiant beauty, burning power, and distance alike, you see your liege. much like the sun, Lord Sukuna had shone on you, and in his light, you had blossomed. you had been an obscure village herbalist’s apprentice until he had found you; you had hardly even been aware of your latent healing powers. it had been Lord Sukuna who had seen your immense potential, and who had honed your sorcery to the level it was today.

even the fact that he had burned down your village the day he whisked you away had done little to dim your fervent gratitude.

the moon begins to rise higher in the night sky now, its light filtering through the shuttered windows of the healing quarters as you continue working. Satoru Gojo’s natural beauty takes on an ethereal glow when bathed in moonlight. the battle between him and Lord Sukuna must have been a sight to behold; as you reconnect his body, you feel his cursed energy growing and twisting into itself with taut strength.

Finally, when his halves become whole again, you sit back and admire your handiwork. The full moon that night meant you did not require a lantern, but the moon is setting now, and you want to give Satoru Gojo’s body a final check.

as you rise to leave the room for a lantern, you feel a hand clasp firmly about your wrist. you gasp softly.

“have i died? am i dead right now?” Satoru Gojo’s voice is hoarse with disuse. you had not expected him to be conscious again yet given the state of him; you suppose the fact that he is is a testament both to your healing ability and to his innate strength.

you sit back down, noticing that he does not loosen his grip on your wrist.

“you are still alive, Satoru Gojo, for i have healed your wounds,” you reply matter of factly.

his blue eyes, now that they are fully open and conscious, are even more shocking than they were when you first glimpsed them earlier that day. they seem to glow from within; they look like they hold full worlds within their depths.

“that’s weird,” Gojo continues. “i could’ve sworn i died and went to heaven seeing as i’m looking at an angel right now.” only when you see that he is grinning impishly at you do you realize he is flirting with you.

your lip curls in distaste, and you extricate your hand from his grasp.

“i am no angel. i am a sorcerer, as you are. you were as good as dead, split clean in half, but i channeled my Reverse Cursed Technique to heal you,” you conclude with pride.

Gojo looks down at his stomach, shiny and pink with fresh scar tissue.

“you must be some sorcerer, then. i was positive i was a goner back there. i’m not sure even Shoko could’ve healed me like this. really nice work,” he muses. he is right, of course. you are unsure of who Shoko is, but Gojo is correct that very few sorcerers could heal such severe injuries. all the same, you loathe the warmth you feel at his admiration; Lord Sukuna’s confidence should be enough for you.

“anyway,” Gojo continues, “who are you exactly? where am i?”

“Lord Sukuna brought you here,” you say. “I am his healer.”

surely the mention of his formidable foe would shake Gojo’s arrogance. you relish the fear that Lord Sukuna’s name seems to inspire in other mortals.

this was unfortunately not the case with Gojo.

“that’s sweet, the ol’ guy wanted me healed up, huh?”

you bristle. “you will address Lord Sukuna with respect!”

Gojo merely laughs at your response, which infuriates you further. “i, for one, fail to see why he deigned to save such an insolent whelp like you,” you snap, succumbing to your rising temper.

“really?” Gojo asks, his blue eyes full of mirth. “guess you don’t get the old guy the way i do. i’m pretty sure I understand why he wanted me alive.”

“then be so kind as to enlighten me,” you say sardonically.

“i’ve been the strongest sorcerer around for basically my whole life,” Gojo says. in spite of the sarcasm in your voice when you asked him to explain himself, he seems sincere. “fighting Sukuna was the first time i felt even remotely challenged. he even technically beat me, i guess.”

he watches you, waiting for you to respond. when you are still silent, he continues.

“i’m sure he feels the same way i do. i know i challenged him the way he challenged me, and for sorcerers at our level, finding a true adversary is hard. once you do find one, letting go can be just as hard.” Gojo sounds wistful; you wonder if he speaks from experience.

“i guess what i’m saying is that it’s lonely at the top,” he finishes; his earlier amusement is gone, and he seems somber now.

you find that you pity Gojo. to be a sorcerer can be a lonesome existence. Lord Sukuna, while alone in his caliber, at least has you and his other servants and devotees to warm and distract him. does Satoru Gojo have anyone?

you reach a hand forward and begin tracing the planes of his pale face with your fingers. he lacks Lord Sukuna’s raw power, but his beauty is exquisite. Gojo leans into your comforting touch.

“how can i ever thank you for bringing me back to life?” he murmurs. as your hand passes near his lips, he stills it with his own and kisses it softly.

you gasp sharply and withdraw your hand as though burned.

“that was wrong,” you say urgently. “you cannot touch me like that.”

Gojo sighs. “you really are devoted to that old man, aren’t you?”

“we both belong to Lord Sukuna,” you reply, emphasizing his proper title. “you must respect his authority over us both.”

“maybe you belong to Sukuku,” Gojo says; you cringe at his inane nickname for Lord Sukuna, but you suppose anything is better than merely calling him an old man. “i, on the other hand, only belong to me, myself, and i.”

you exhale in irritation. no matter how great a sorcerer Satoru Gojo is, his arrogance is certainly grating. part of you wishes you had left him severed in two — at least he was quieter that way. you recall Lord Sukuna once saying that the greatest sorcerers always seemed to possess even greater mental eccentricities; Satoru Gojo certainly proves that theory.

to your annoyance, as he speaks, he takes your hand in his again. you are bemused to find, however, that you do not wish to remove it. his hands are wiry, yet so powerful. there is power within your hands as well, you muse as you intertwine your fingers almost instinctively. your irritation, admiration, and pride are all coalescing into a confusing burn of…passion. how inconvenient.

“you are rather presumptuous, are you not?” comes a voice from the doorway. you gasp and tear your hand from Gojo’s once more, immediately prostrating yourself before Lord Sukuna. Gojo makes no move to even bow his head, meanwhile. typical.

“rise, y/n,” Lord Sukuna continues. “you must be giving our guest a rather unsavory impression of me with your theatrics.” slowly, you raise your face from the floor and see Lord Sukuna has crouched before you. he takes your face in one of his hands. you shiver — it has been so long since you have felt the touch of his true form. “am i not a benevolent master to you?” he murmurs; his face is so close that you can feel his warm, humid breath on the shell of your ear. it is all you can do not to tremble from desire.

with you still reeling from the close contact, Lord Sukuna rises smoothly back to his feet and saunters to Gojo’s bedside.

“you seem in high spirits, Satoru Gojo. i feared i had gone too far with you,” Lord Sukuna says, his tone casual as though he had not cloven the younger man’s body in two just hours earlier.

“oh, i can take much more than that, old man,” Gojo says, innuendo easily discernible from his tone. you cannot stop yourself from rolling your eyes; from what you had seen thus far, Satoru Gojo seemed to flirt with everybody he meets. that said, the image of Lord Sukuna and Satoru Gojo, of what Gojo’s playful tone was implying…your mind’s eye is running amok, loathe as you are to admit it. doubtlessly Lord Sukuna’s true form and the sleepless stress of the evening are perverting your mind in unforeseen ways, you reassure yourself.

Lord Sukuna seems tickled by Gojo’s irreverence, and you try not to feel envious. “is that so?” he inquires.

“a credit to your lovely healer, i gotta say,” Gojo continues, his shocking blue eyes twinkling as they meet yours. “she has a rare talent. you sure you need her? i have half a mind to take her with me when we’re done here.”

you know Gojo is being insufferable right now, and moreover irreverent to Lord Sukuna. you know that. but he’s just so handsome, and so appreciative, and so talented in his own right…you feel powerless to stop the breath from catching in your throat, flustered at his attention.

you find yourself thinking about how his smooth skin felt beneath your touch; cool, then warm as you breathed life back into him with your reverse cursed technique. taut, pulsating with the cursed power and blood in his veins.

so lost are you in your meditations of Gojo’s flesh that you nearly miss what Lord Sukuna replies.

“y/n certainly is a first rate sorcerer,” he says, flinging a fond look over his shoulder at you; predictably, you preen at his praise.

“what i enjoy most about y/n’s skill,” he continues, “is her fastidiousness. she leaves no stone unturned. in healing, jujutsu sorcery…and everything else. isn’t that right?” he asks you.

“y-you are too kind, Lord Sukuna,” you bluster, trembling like a newborn fawn. you are usually so comfortable with him, but the presence of a stranger is making you look upon Lord Sukuna with new eyes again.

“and i trust you have been equally thorough with our guest?” Lord Sukuna proceeds.

“of course, Lord Sukuna.”

“how disappointing to hear you lie to me, y/n,” Lord Sukuna tuts. “i know you have not been fully attentive to Satoru Gojo’s recovery.”

your face grows hot. what did you do wrong? you take pride in your work, after all; you would never do a sloppy job no matter the patient, but especially not for one so important to Lord Sukuna.

“my lord? i am afraid i misunderstand you. i have followed only the most careful healing protocols,” you say; this is as close as you dare come to talking back. Lord Sukuna is kind and merciful and great, but much like the fire he commands, his warmth can flare uncontrollably and singe everything in its vicinity if you are not cautious.

“have you made absolutely sure, for example, that Satoru Gojo’s new body is completely functional?” Lord Sukuna prods. he has now turned to face you. one set of his arms is crossed over his chest, while the other is crossed behind his back. his face looks stern, but the mouth on his stomach betrays a smirk.

“Satoru Gojo seems to be functioning as i would expect, my lord,” you reply.

“show me,” he says, stepping aside from Satoru Gojo’s bed. his body had been obscuring Gojo from your view, but you see now that the younger sorcerer has been watching the exchange with a hungry grin. there is clearly a subtext you are missing, but you dare not speculate what it is.

you approach Gojo and perform an examination of his body, as you would any of your patients. you test his reflexes, and check his pupils’ dilation and contraction (during the latter, they look like just a pinprick lost in an ocean. nobody ever warned you of the six eyes’ beauty). when you palpate his ribs, he groans slightly; you feel the sound vibrate through your fingers.

“he is recovering as i might expect, Lord Sukuna. of course, we must keep him under observation, but —”

Lord Sukuna cuts you off with an impatient click of his tongue. “i will not tolerate your inattention to detail!” he growls. your heart starts beating violently, feeling like it’s throwing itself against your breast from within.

you fight to keep your voice steady.

“please forgive my stupidity, my lord,” you grovel, prostrating yourself once more. “i truly am unsure of what more you want me to check. please, if you could just help me, i promise this will never occur again.”

you are mortified to feel the white-hot prickling of tears at the corners of your eyes. Lord Sukuna had never spoken to you this way, not even when you had just begun working for him. back then, you had known next to nothing compared to your knowledge now. you rack your useless brain for something, anything, you might have missed, and come up empty. stupid, stupid girl. you just know this is the fault of Satoru Gojo, that irritating, gorgeous interloper. it is even more humiliating to be berated like this in his presence.

at Lord Sukuna’s silence, you direct your eyes as high as they can go from your position on the ground. you cannot see his face from this angle but you see his broad second mouth has gone from smirking to smiling outright with all its teeth. is he…not actually angry?

you raise your head a little further, emboldened by the sight, and see Lord Sukuna himself smiling down at you, his two expressions identical.

“what a pretty sight you make,” he coos, “on all fours looking up at me like that. my pliant, obedient girl.”

he lowers one of his hands to cup himself through his loose pants, and you clench your thighs together; you are immune to neither the effect of his words, nor to the sight before you.

he seamlessly bends down and raises you to your feet; as he holds you against him, it’s all you can do to hold yourself back from rutting against his massive body. but Lord Sukuna has always valued your restraint, and you know he has something planned for you.

he rotates you now so your back is to him, and cages you tightly to his body with all four arms. you gasp; you have forgotten this delicious sensation, of being so thoroughly engulfed by Lord Sukuna that it is almost as if he has subsumed you entirely. he has turned you to face Gojo, who has been watching the scene unfold with great interest. you feel Lord Sukuna’s hardness growing behind you, but you resist the urge to grind into it and remain perfectly still. his pliant, obedient girl.

“now, go attend to our guest,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a finger.

“yes, my lord,” you breathe, so aroused that you are nearly in pain.

he then bends down until his lips tickle the back of your ear, making you shiver.

“show Satoru Gojo that that mouth of yours is meant for greater things than just making pretty little apologies to me,” he murmurs; you feel his voice reverberate through your whole body. the last thing you want to do is detach yourself from Lord Sukuna right now, but you know what he desires of you, and you are always so eager to impress him. this is one of the things he loves about you, you know.

you return to Satoru Gojo’s bed as though to continue your examination; this time, however, you straddle him, desperate for just an ounce of friction to relieve your throbbing arousal.

“i thought you had forgotten about me,” he pouts.

“stop speaking, you stupid, beautiful man,” you reply, before tearing a kiss from his mouth. his lips are still slightly chapped from his hours of unconsciousness, and you rake your teeth across them. he groans into your mouth as you roll your hips until you feel him beginning to grow hard beneath you; the sensation sense frissons of pleasure through you, but you are single-minded in your task. you break your kiss abruptly and sit back, smirking at the pathetic whine Gojo lets out at your sudden absence.

Gojo is only wearing a simple robe you had dressed him in after repairing him; this provides you with convenient access to conduct your examination. you withdraw a vial of oil you had kept in the pocket of your own robes (admittedly in anticipation of Lord Sukuna’s arrival), spread it across your hand, and begin stroking him. “it seems that everything is in working order,” you remark as his erection grows under your expert ministrations. he moans and bucks into your hand.

“p-please…” Gojo pants. the sound of his neediness goes straight to your core, which is rapidly growing wetter. this is not the time to pay attention to yourself, though; not when you’re attending to a patient.

“‘please’ what, Satoru Gojo?” you tease; you know he has wanted to feel your mouth around him ever since Lord Sukuna alluded to it. you are enjoying watching this powerful sorcerer squirm by your hand, however. you glance over your shoulder and see Lord Sukuna is stroking himself off as well, his pants doffed entirely. you gulp; it has been so very long since Lord Sukuna has been in his own body; the sight of his girth is making you flush with desire.

meeting your gaze, Lord Sukuna blows a kiss in your direction, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from whining in sheer need to have him inside you. the sooner you obey him and pleasure Satoru Gojo, the sooner you may have the honor of feeling him stretch your walls; and so, you turn back to your guest.

Gojo has the most pathetic look in his stunning blue eyes, driven half mad by yet unfulfilled lust. his plush lips are twisted in a pained grimace. you see him moving his hand to give himself the pleasure you are denying him, but you hold it in place firmly.

“you’ve been such a patient boy so far; don’t ruin it now,” you coo, nipping his lower lip. you then undo his robe and crawl backwards until your face hovers over his engorged cock. you place a light kiss at its warm tip, licking off a bead of precum, before looking back up at him through heavily lidded eyes. Gojo tilts his head back, exposing the delicate white expanse of his throat.

“Please, y/n!” he cries. “i need you!”

the sound of your name on his needy tongue is having quite an effect on you, and you finally take pity on him; he only just recovered, after all. in one smooth motion, you take as much of his length as you can in your mouth. Gojo groans at the feeling of the warm wetness engulfing his cock, and you begin moving your head up and down, complementing the motions with your tongue as you cup his balls with your free hand.

“feel free to gag her,” Lord Sukuna calls from his corner of the room. “her little throat can take it.”

Lord Sukuna instructing Gojo on how to fuck your mouth is turning you on more than you can handle, and you moan involuntarily around his length. Gojo threads his fingers through your hair and pushes your head down on him; you swallow and feel him filling your mouth, his tip battering your throat mercilessly. you can tell from his increasing pace, from the guttural growls the feeling of you is drawing from him, that he must be getting close.

finally, finally, you feel a strong, calloused, beautifully familiar pair of hands dig into the flesh of your hips, and you could cry in relief.

“you have been such a good girl for me,” Lord Sukuna hums sensually. “and i always reward loyalty.” you buck your hips backwards into him, raising them to provide him readier access to your dripping cunt. you feel the pads of his thumbs stroke over your ass as his tongue begins lapping at your folds. his second tongue, you can tell, from its breadth and roughness plundering you. for all its added size compared to his primary tongue, however, Lord Sukuna is no less exacting with it, and he is soon circling your clit with painful accuracy. he does not wait long before giving you the pleasure you crave, and almost embarrassingly quickly, you come all over his massive tongue with a wanton moan.

with the sound of your orgasm, and the feel of your moan vibrating around him, Gojo fists your hair even more tightly and releases hot ropes into your throat with a growl.

“swallow it all,” Lord Sukuna commands, reaching forward to stroke your hair. “swallow it down for me.” you are nothing if not obedient, and you dutifully swallow Gojo’s whole load, not letting a single drop go to waste. Gojo leans back on the headboard, spent, and relaxes his vice grip on your hair. you pop your lips off him, licking them clean and smirking to yourself at your ability to have someone like Satoru Gojo at your mercy.

“i believe our guest needs time to rest before we continue,” you hear Lord Sukuna say from behind you. you turn and see that he is leaning back casually on one of the other beds in the healing quarters. “let us leave him for the time being, y/n.”

you are a little disappointed to be stopping already, but you comply; Lord Sukuna is probably correct that too much excitement for Gojo could hinder his healing process. you make your way towards the doorway, yawning a little, when you feel a firm hand close around your wrist. before you have a chance to react, you’re roughly tugged backwards, spinning directly into Lord Sukuna’s firm chest.

“i don’t believe i dismissed you, did i?” he purrs into your ear, and a thrill of excitement slithers through your body.

“did i?” he repeats, pinching the tender skin at your waist at your silence.

“n-no,” you gasp, hardly able to focus over your excitement for what will inevitably follow.

Lord Sukuna twists his hand, making you hiss lightly at the pleasurable pain.

“‘no’ what, y/n? how is it you should address me?”

“no, Lord Sukuna,” you manage to breathe out. he lets out a low chuckle that reverberates through his chest before bending you over an empty bed, holding both your wrists behind your back with one of his hands as he pushes your head down with another. you are already incredibly aroused when you feel a third hand begin to explore your slick folds.

“already so wet for me, are you?” he teases; you can hear the smirk in his voice. you can only whimper in response. he easily inserts two fingers into you, eliciting a sharp cry when he hooks them around and lightly tickles the sensitive spot that can make you come apart.

“now,” you manage to grind out between your teeth. “please, my lord…i need you inside me now…”

“making demands now?” Lord Sukuna taunts. “we certainly are feeling cheeky this evening, aren’t we?”

in spite of his words of chastisement, however, Lord Sukuna seems intent on granting your wishes, and you feel his stiff head, moist with precum, brushing once, twice, thrice against your entrance, building up friction. then, in one decisive motion, he enters you at last; Lord Sukuna was, by all definitions and especially mortal standards, extremely well-endowed; however, you have been ready for him for so long that his length faces little resistance. you sigh in relief at the feel of his massive girth stretching your walls, making you feel so full and complete. at times like this, you feel that your body was created to accommodate him, that being used like this by him was your most sacred purpose.

you push back against him, trying to seat him even more deeply within yourself. in response, he strokes your hair affectionately. he then pulls out slightly, and with one more thrust, he bottoms out in you with a groan.

he begins to drive into you with greater speed and urgency, two of his hands holding your hips in place so tightly that you know his broad fingertips will leave bruises. he adjusts his angle, pushing your face into the mattress and bending over you until your bodies are flush, and he continues at an unrelenting pace. your pleasure continues to build as he bottoms out again and again inside you, his massive second tongue slavering lasciviously over the curves of your back, until you come for the second time that night. you cry out in ecstasy without shame, feeling your walls clench even more tightly around Lord Sukuna. he groans at the sensation and sinks his teeth into your shoulder as he empties himself into you until his come drips down your thighs.

utterly sated, you begin to crawl out from under Lord Sukuna’s massive form, your legs trembling with exertion, pleasure, and pain alike. your shaky breath leaves your lungs all at once when he abruptly flips you on your back. he is so imposing and beautiful, hovering over you like this, with an inscrutable look in his cruel, narrow eyes.

“i believe i already told you, y/n,” he growls, “you are dismissed only when i dismiss you. and i am nowhere near through with you yet.”

holding himself up with two arms, he takes your hand with a third and draws it down until it is around his cock, which is already hard again.

“look what you do to me,” he murmurs, before using your hand to brush his tip against your still-tender vulva.

“i’m not yet ready, my lord,” you whimper weakly, trying to wriggle out from his grasp to no avail. you gasp as he grinds himself between your thighs and against your slickened entrance, growing harder still. the friction almost surpasses pleasure to pain after your powerful recent orgasm, and you keen loudly, unable to help yourself. “i-it’s…too much…i can’t take it,” you protest, tears rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation.

Lord Sukuna promptly silences your noisy cries by clamping a swift hand to your throat.

“i alone dictate what you can and cannot take,” he declares, gently pressing on the sides of your neck and slipping a hand between your thighs as you squeeze them together. with uncharacteristic tenderness, he then kisses the tears from your cheeks.

“and i know you can take this.”

he stares into your eyes until you assent with a silent nod, and he smiles.

“good girl,” he whispers, before using his hand to pry your thighs apart and positioning himself properly. he buries himself inside you again, this time with minimal resistance — between your and his combined juices, you are sopping wet now. encouraged, he hitches your leg over his shoulder for deeper access to your core and begins thrusting into you in earnest. from this new angle, he drives right into your most sensitive inner point, and you are sure your cries can be heard throughout the compound. you hardly care who can hear you now, though; you hardly even pay attention to Gojo, who is now looking fully alert and wide-eyed at the show he is getting.

you dig your fingernails into Lord Sukuna’s sinuous shoulders and cry out again and again until your voice grows hoarse.

“say my name,” Lord Sukuna commands between his own grunts of pleasure.

“L-Lord Sukuna,” you moan, your voice shaking as his thrusts increase in pace. he wraps his hand around your throat again.

“my true name, y/n” he growls. he drives into you faster; you know he is close, and it is your privilege to bring him over the edge.

as soon as he releases his grasp on your neck, you reach up, stroking your hand through his unruly hair before pulling his ear down to your lips. “as you wish, Ryomen,” you purr into his ear. he moans and nearly folds you in half as he drives into you at a diabolical pace. as he reaches his peak, he withdraws his length from you and unleashes his load all over your stomach, marking you as his own; the thought that you had this effect on him, this power over him, multiplies your own pleasure, and you climax once again, your legs shaking and toes curling in sheer bliss.

Lord Sukuna rolls off of your body, both of you breathing heavily.

“now, y/n,” he pants, “you are dismissed. i shall attend to our guest in your stead.”

your exertions have exhausted you, but you are still obedient to him before anything else. and so, covered in both of your comes, his saliva, and a sheen of your own sweat, you bow deeply, and excuse yourself from the room. you are so utterly sated, so pleasurably sore, that all you can think of is taking a hot bath and resting.

well…almost all you can think of.

Lord Sukuna’s final statement has piqued your curiosity, however. and that is why, rather than returning right away to your own quarters, you find yourself kneeling on the floor peering around the curtain closing off the medical wing. if you are perfectly silent and still, you can remain undetected. besides, you reason, Gojo is still your patient, and so it behooves you to keep a close eye on his recovery.

(why leave everything to the imagination, after all?)

by the time you are settled in from your covert viewing spot, you see that Lord Sukuna is standing by Gojo’s bedside. the younger sorcerer is fully awake and alert now, peering up inquisitively with those blue eyes of his.

“is it finally my turn now, then?” he asks; you note that he sounds slightly petulant and roll your eyes. was he really jealous now, of all times?

You can only see his muscled back from where you sit, but you know from how his shoulders shake that Lord Sukuna is laughing at Gojo’s insubordination.

“you have seen what i demand, Satoru Gojo,” he says, crossing both sets of arms. “do you believe you can keep up, even in your state?”

you know that Lord Sukuna’s line of questioning is only pretense, of course. you recall why it was that Lord Sukuna had brought back Satoru Gojo for you to heal. and you remember his request — i want this one staying pretty for me, he had said.

“of course i can ‘keep up,’” Gojo scoffs. “can you keep up, old man? you seemed to get pretty tired just then.”

you grimace at Gojo’s disrespect, but Lord Sukuna is made of sterner stuff, and he just laughs even louder before clapping a pair of hands around Gojo’s beautiful face. you note that Gojo flinches, if only for a split second.

“such a mouth on you,” he hums, brushing a thumb across Gojo’s bottom lip. “just look at you. we will have to do something about that attitude.”

“like what?” Gojo asks, his eyes glimmering with anticipation that you can see even from where you sit. “what exactly is it you would do, Sukuku dear?”

“you seem to have your own ideas already. what is it you would have me do?” you can hear Lord Sukuna’s grin, even if you cannot see it.

Gojo simply winks.

“here’s an idea. why don’t you split me in half again?”

Lord Sukuna laughs heartily before leaning forward over Gojo’s bed, slightly obscuring your view.

“what an idea, Satoru Gojo. would you enjoy that?”

for some reason, Gojo does not answer right away; you try to crane your neck around to see what is happening, but he speaks again soon.

“y…yes…” he responds, suddenly breathless. “i believe i w-would.”

suddenly, you realize that, while you cannot see all of Gojo’s body from this angle, you can see one of Lord Sukuna’s arms moving rapidly up and down, and you can see a blush beginning to color Gojo’s delicate cheeks. your breath catches in your throat as you put together what it is you are witnessing. scrambling for a better view, you decide that both men are occupied enough that you can creep back into the corner of the room and hide behind one of the beds for a clearer angle.

“and are you certain you can truly take me? all of me?” Sukuna inquires, continuing his businesslike tone as though he is not currently stroking his rival off.

“mm-of course,” Gojo keens.

“‘of course’ who?” Lord Sukuna prompts, repeating the routine he loves to do with you.

“forget your own name, Sukuku? you gettin’ senile?” he pants with a grin that is equal parts lascivious and mischievous. this is bratty behavior Lord Sukuna never had to suffer from you, so you wonder with eager anticipation how he will respond.

Lord Sukuna merely tuts in response. “what a shame. whether you can accommodate all of me or not, we will have to fix that smart mouth of yours first.”

he fists a hand in Gojo’s fine white hair, easily palming his full skull as he pulls back until the blue-eyed sorcerer is looking straight up at him.

“i happen to know the best cure for a smart mouth,” Gojo says with a feral grin. he darts his tongue out and swipes it swiftly across Lord Sukuna’s swollen tip.

“get on with it, then,” Lord Sukuna growls, roughly forcing Gojo’s head onto his length. you grimace at the vigor with which Lord Sukuna rams himself down Gojo’s throat which looks so dainty to you, but he slurps eagerly on it; it seems Satoru Gojo is never one to shy away from a challenge.

watching Lord Sukuna use Gojo’s throat so mercilessly, and Gojo meeting the task with such enthusiasm, you find yourself unable to resist snaking a hand down between your legs, where you feel heat and tension building once again. as you toy with yourself, careful to remain as quiet as possible, you see Sukuna pull Gojo’s mouth from his still-hard cock with a wet pop.

“you have proven yourself to me,” he says, releasing his grip on Gojo’s hair to caress it tenderly back from his face. “and it is time for your reward.” you hold your breath; this should be a treat for you, as well.

with a grip on Gojo’s shoulders, he raises him from the bed; Gojo, still a little shaky on his legs, braces himself back against Lord Sukuna’s body. Gojo is by no means a small man, but his form is still engulfed when he is up against Lord Sukuna; you bite your lip at the thought and rub yourself faster.

Lord Sukuna reaches around Gojo to the bedside table, where you had deposited your vial of oil, and lubricates his fingers with a few drops. his hands should still be slick with all of your combined secretions, you reason, but Lord Sukuna always takes extra precautions given his immensity. then, gently bending Gojo back over, he inserts one finger. Gojo throws his head back against Lord Sukuna’s chest and groans as he gets accustomed to the feeling, and he moans outright as Lord Sukuna inserts his second finger.

the sight and sound send hot coils of pleasure through you, and you have to clap a hand to your mouth to keep yourself from mirroring the sounds Gojo is making.

“are you prepared for me to split you in half again, as you so eloquently put it?” Lord Sukuna purrs against the shell Gojo’s reddening ear.

“yes!” Gojo cries without hesitation.

“would you beg for it?” Sukuna prods, not one to give his rival what he is asking for so easily.

“please!” when Sukuna makes no moves to proceed, Gojo cries out again. “please, Lord Sukuna,” he breathes. “please make me yours.”

“good,” Lord Sukuna says, leaves a bruising bite at the nape of Gojo’s neck. “well said.” then, preparing his length and using both sets of his arms to position himself and Gojo optimally, Lord Sukuna enters him with agonizing slowness. you are unsure of whether you even thought to hold yourself back from moaning this time, but it is drowned out in any case by Gojo’s own needy vocalizations.

as he pumps in and out of Gojo, all three of you are overcome by your own pleasure, by the complicated dynamics you have brought into the medical wing and worked out in such a raw and wild way. your earlier feelings of confused irritation for Gojo dissipate as you watch his beautiful form twisting in paroxysms of pleasure; in him, you see yourself. as the two men climax at nearly the same time, scattering their pearly semen across the sheets and each other, you find yourself peaking soon after, tears streaming down your face in sheer joy.

As Lord Sukuna settles Gojo back down into the bed for him to continue his recovery, he gives him a fond pat on the head.

“you were magnificent, Satoru Gojo.”

the sorcerer gives a little self-satisfied smile before falling into a deep slumber nearly immediately, and you make a mental note to ensure that all the exertion did not compromise his healing in any way. before Lord Sukuna can turn back around, you gather your earlier discarded robe around yourself and quietly crawl back out of the room and behind the curtain, pleased with yourself for not being caught.

or so you thought.

“there is no need to exit on my account, y/n,” he calls, not turning around. you gasp before re-entering sheepishly.

“i apologize, my lord. i merely wished not to disturb you both, so i did not make myself known,” you explain rather weakly.

“i am pleased you… enjoyed yourself,” he says, finally looking over his shoulder at you with a knowing smile that makes you shiver with shame.

“you seem to have enjoyed yourself as well, my lord,” you reply; your envy of Gojo for earning Lord Sukuna’s attention is building back up, and you are unable to keep it from your voice.

“oh, y/n,” Lord Sukuna chuckles fondly, closing the space between you with long strides before he is clasping you to him.

“Satoru Gojo is a novelty.” he leans down until your mouths meet, and your breath catches.

“you, however,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot, “are mine. do you understand?”

“yes, my lord,” you breathe back into him, hardly daring to move.

he steps back from you first, calling for Uraume much to your confusion. the soft spoken chef, a long-time friend of yours inside the compound, appears with their characteristic quiet swiftness. much like yourself, Lord Sukuna has implicit trust in their devotion, and so often depends on them for personal tasks even beyond their formal role in the kitchen. as such, you have both built a mutual respect for one another. you nod a cordial greeting at them, which they return.

“you called for me, Lord Sukuna?” they ask with their careful diction.

“please draw a bath and get y/n cleaned up for me,” he says.

you look at him inquiringly, and he chuckles darkly, his previous tenderness all gone.

“you and your pleasure both belong to me, y/n,” he reminds you. “and i know i did not give you my permission to…enjoy the show.”

you gulp, and he turns back to Uraume.

“get her prettied up for me,” he continues with a devious grin of anticipation, “and bring her back to me so i may discipline her appropriately for her disobedience.”

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midnight-eras · 2 months

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Nsfw Headcanons. Naoya Zen'in

Naoya Zen'in x Female!reader

Just some general nsfw headcanons

Warnings — female bodied reader, Naoya is kinda misogynistic, rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (giving), fingering, biting, spanking, Dom!Naoya, sub!reader

Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated

Naoya really really enjoys being in charge. The feeling of being superior and dominant is one of the main things that turns Naoya on.

He likes having you on your knees, while he towers over you, watching you take his cock into your pretty mouth. He loves to shove your head back and forth and control your movements.

There hasn't been any time that you have been intimate with him that he hasn't forced you on your knees to suck him off.

Naoya has such a pretty dick too. He's long and thick and curves a bit to the right when erect. He gives you a nice, comfortable stretch each time he's inside you and he always reaches the right spots.

Naoya’s favorite position is definitely doggy style. He loves spanking you while he takes you rough from behind all while spitting out dirty comments at you.

His favorite part of your body is probably your ass. He loves touching it, spanking it, groping it, looking at it. He's pretty pervy too.

He loves to breed you too. He hates condoms, the feeling of coming inside of you and thinking of possibly knocking you up is so thrilling to him. And he just loves the feeling of going in raw.

Naoya also has such a dirty mouth. He will always, always degrade you. But that's exactly how you know he's enjoying ramming his cock inside of you.

Naoya doesn't really do oral sex, in terms of receiving, absolutely, yes, but giving? No. Not even with foreplay will he give. The most he will do is finger you until you're wet and ready for him.

Naoya lets out the hottest sounds ever when he's close. He groans and growls and lets out low moans. And he absolutely has to be squeezing your ass and biting into your shoulder when he's on the brink of release.

His cum is so salty. It's almost hard to swallow. And it's really, really sticky. Naoya likes it when you swallow it, though.

Naoya does not do aftercare. He will want his partner to take care of him, but he will never do the same as he expects you to look after him.

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minimoxha · 1 month

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You’re mine. (Drabble.)

summary: (I can’t remember who requested this im working through my inbox!) When you and your sugar daddy, Sakuna get into an argument over you and your ‘infidelity’ you just can’t seem to keep your mouth shut. that calls for punishment.

Pairing: young, Sugar daddy!Sakuna, Sugarbaby!Reader.

“All you do is use my money and you think I won’t fuck you?” Sakuna moans, giving rough thrusts into your hips. He had been talking like this for a while. Repeating how useless you were, how he hated gold diggers like you, the whole nine yards over an argument where the both of you (mostly you) just couldn’t seem to find the wrong in your argument. It started off with you saying how you were still fucking other people because he doesn’t own you. From there, a lot of the moment was just smoke that ended or well is ending in him taking *his pussy like he’s never fucked before.

This was currently your second time cumming and not your last. “Kuna’ ‘m so sorry. Stop- please-“ You moaned, trying your best to move away from the man but he grabbed your hips every time and pulled you back to getting split on his cock. “Please-“ ‘Kuna was too dam focused on the rutting of his hips to even pay attention to your useless moaning like a fucking slut.

“You get a fucking allowance, an apartment, a car, a damn mutt, and you still aren’t- ngh- grateful for what I fucking do for you?” He asks, which is more of a moaning shout as he thrusts again and again into your cunt. Other than his curses, you could hear and feel your juices getting blended around in your pussy. “You’re fucking other dudes as if my cock doesn’t satisfy you enough!”

“Maybe you don’t- oh fuck baby more.” You moaned, trying to get more of his thrusts, the overstimulated feeling now changed with pleasure as yet another orgasm was ripping through your core. Until he pulled out…

Dazed, you turned to look at the demon; eyes as big as saucers. “Wh-Why’d you stop?” Sakuna stared at you with an unreadable face. Instead of answering your lust driven question he grabbed you by your hair, forcing you off the bed and to your knees. You wince in pain.

“You think you can just disrespect me in my own fucking home? Then you won’t cum again until you realize that you’re mine for the rest of fucking eternity.” He screamed as he dragged you into your designated ‘play room’ with a rough hand. “I’ll show you and that fucker you fucked who the fuck i am, bitch.”

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Hi! i hope you just enjoyed and if you did you can request more in my asks. I answer all of them and love to have more ideas for what to write. Make sure to eat two meals and drink water!

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Nobara Kugisaki Gets Possessive Over You

Pairing: Nobara Kugisaki x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, possessive sex, jealousy, dressing up, protectiveness, marking, semi-public sex, dressing room sex

A/N: Where are all the Nobara fics? Really where?!

Nobara loved our shopping dates. You'd get matching outfits if you were feeling extra cute and wanted to rub it into everyone's face that you were a couple. She held your hand the whole time, again showing that you were together. When you'd try on outfits she knew you'd draw quite a few eyes. You were the prettiest girl there, of course you got a lot of attention but it wasn't the kind Nobara, or you, liked.

"They all keep staring at you. I know you're hotter then all hell but fucking rude! They're not dating you, I am. And you know how much I love looking at you. Clothes or no clothes, you blow my mind. Just cause you're showing a bit of skin they're all like animals in heat."

She pushes you into the changing room when she hears another remark thrown at you. Nobara can be both gentle and rough, usually the second follows the first but this time the gentleness was skipped all together. The clothes you picked looks good on you but she's moving to the side to get to the skin underneath. She wants to leave marks where they will be seen for sure, where there will be no mistake that you belong to her, that you're her girl.

"You picked out some really cute clothes. I don't wanna ruin it with what I'm about to do to you. The only ruined part on you should be your panties. Ruin them for me sweetheart, and I'll buy you new ones when we get out of here. I promise."

Wants you to look at her while she rubs you through her panties. She can perfectly see your pretty clit, she wants to see the moment you come from her fingers. It's such a pretty sight, and she's the only one who gets to see it. Furthermore she's the only person who gets to make you feel this good isn't she? Because you're her girlfriend, she loves you, and she will make sure everyone knows it.

"Not too loud now, we don't want to get kicked out. Or arrested. I could always shut you up if you can't control yourself. Good girl. When we get out of here and we're alone you can be as loud as you want. You know how much I love listening to you come."

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aaron-m-geist-ff · 2 months

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Hi, I hope your day is going well! 🫶🏻Omg the zodiac ask is such a cute idea!! If it's still open can I do one? 🥹 tiny 5'2 libra, she/her, love Halloween, just waiting for a man to toss me around like a ragdoll and not be afraid I'll break in the process tbh lol

Omg hello!! I also love Halloween ;) it’s my favorite holiday 🕷️🎃 and these asks started out with just a zodiac sign and a pronoun, now everyone has been sending me their hobbies and kinks and I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH LMAO.

You want to be treated like a ragdoll?? Sounds like you already know who you’re getting, Libra 😅 holy shit you’re gonna eat this up, I already know 🔮

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Toji Fushiguro takes you to Spirit Halloween (smut)

You got…🥁🥁🥁

Toji Fushiguro!

“I don’t even think that Spirit Halloween is open yet. It’s September,” Toji said flatly. He was busy eating some dumplings as you rambled on and on about preparing for Halloween.

“Oh, trust me. They’re open. We have to go now, Toji!! Come on!” You weren’t above begging. You knew that Toji was weak for you and would give you whatever you wanted if you begged for it. He seemed like such a rough man, and maybe he was, but he had a soft spot for you.

The two of you did end up taking your little shopping trip to Spirit Halloween. Toji followed you down the aisles aimlessly. He clearly didn’t know where to go so he just allowed you to take the lead. He totally wasn’t doing that just to stare at your cute ass 👀

He did pull a slutty nurse costume off the rack once, smirking as he handed it to you.

“Wanna take this one home?” He asked. You ended up swatting at his arm as you rolled your eyes.

Toji would definitely try a few of the animatronics, but he would just stand there with his hands shoved into his pockets. Completely unfazed by the jumpscares.

“What’s wrong, Toji? Aren’t you scared of those?” You questioned sweetly.

Your boyfriend scoffed.

“I’m scarier.”

…That was probably true. You had no idea what Toji did for work, but he did tell you that it was a dangerous job. That was kinda hot though. Jesus, you’re fucked up for liking that 😅

Eventually, the two of you would wander into the mask aisle. Toji jokingly put on a Michael Myers mask. He did it to be funny. But once he saw the insane blush on your cheeks, he started to catch on. His tiny girlfriend wasn’t just interested in Halloween for innocent reasons. She had a goddamn mask kink.

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You stared up at the Michael Myers mask, panting desperately as Toji’s cock drilled into your tight pussy. Your legs were spread impossibly wide to make room for him.

Toji’s waist was huge compared to your own, his chiseled abs glistening with sweat. He was breathing heavily as he fucked you good. But the panting sounds only reminded you of Myers even more. You could see your boyfriend’s sharp gaze peering down at you through the mask.

“Fuck, you’re such a whore,” Toji growled. “Thought you were innocent. Guess I was wrong.”

He held your waist firmly with his large hands. You wouldn’t be able to push him away if you wanted to stop. The thought of that made your brain turn to mush.

“Y-yes! I’m a whore for you, Toji…P-please don’t stop!” You begged even more. Your voice sounded so shrill and weak. You gasped with every sharp thrust.

Toji moaned lowly from the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his shaft. He was slamming right into your G-spot with every movement. It made you arch your back from the sensations.

“Shit…Can’t even fit all of me inside, huh? Such a pathetic little girl. I could break you, y’know.”

Toji knew how much you liked the size difference. He always brought attention to it whenever you had sex. It was difficult for him to achieve an orgasm with you due to your small pussy. Therefore he could last a lot longer, which you never complained about. You loved feeling him inside. And…That Myers mask was insanely hot.

“Y’er so fuckin’ wet from this mask,” Toji hissed. He grabbed your breast roughly and squeezed it with his powerful hand. You keened, whimpering and yelping as he picked up the pace.

“Ya like gettin’ fucked by a murderer, huh?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, unable to form words any longer.

Toji smirked behind the mask. Little did you know, you actually got fucked by a murderer every night. ;)

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ohitsjustgen · 3 months

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Gojo x Reader

"You don't want this and I know you don't, women can never hide their feelings well, can they?" He jokes which it immediately earns him a glare to which he holds up his hands defensively.

"Hold on sugar, it's for the good of our clans isn't it? I think we should think of it that way. You don't HAVE to love me but just pretend you do." The white haired man says while shrugging.

The two of you, being the next heads of your respective clans, have been forced into an arranged marriage. It was supposedly made to help "build bonds".

Your eyes are filled with fury at the mere word 'sugar'. You wanted to punch his smooth, pale face right then and there. But this idiot was necessary for the sake of your clan and it's future so, you had to hold back.

Gojo saw the look on your face and chuckled before reaching out his hand. You wanted to tell him to shove it but you knew it wasn't 'proper' so you reluctantly shook it.

"By the way, my names y/n not

'sugar'."

you say taking your hand back. The corner of his mouth tugged upward into a smirk.

"It's a habit of mines I suppose, although it's a cute nickname, is it not?" He teased not caring about the visible annoyance. In fact he finds your irritation amusing.

You walk away knowing that if this conversation continues for longer you would most likely burst into a fit of rage. While going into the kitchen you grab a cup of wine, a wine glass and a seat. You sit at the table and pour the maroon colored liquid till it reached the rim. Gojo, who is not too far behind, follows you into the kitchen and leans onto the modern fridge, eyeing your every movement. Despite his confident outward demeanor, his insecurities were starting to surface. The blue eyed man hoped this wouldn't be as difficult as everyone said it would be.

Usually all the girls would be gawking over him, and normally he would ignore them. He likes the attention. But you're the very first girl to have no interest in him whatsoever. Technically, this was forced, but who knows, maybe you can have a change of heart?

"So" you say finally breaking the silence.

"How long does this shit hole of a marriage last?" He raises his eyebrow at this question but response with:

"Until one of us dies, or breaks the agreement. Though if we play our cards right it'll be over in no time." He brushes his pure white hair back with his pale hand.

"Great now I have to deal with you for the rest of my life" You mumble under your breath and roll your eyes.

"The feeling is mutual" was his snarky reply. His lips curl up into a horrific grin.

"And besides, I don't bite~"

You shudder at his response. Directing your gaze away from his pearly white canines, You examine the man in his standing position, actually getting a good look at him this time. He was fairly tall, maybe 5'8? The only times you'll see him is when he had that black satin cloth over his eyes. You were amazing when you first gotten a glance at him. When your parents introduced each other. His eyes are a beautiful crystal blue. You've never seen any eyes like his before. Makes him stand out from the rest. But as you've learned before: All guys are the same.

"Hasn't your parents told you it's quite rude to stare?" Asks the man giving another snarky remark.

You avert your gaze and take a sip of your wine.

"So what exactly do we have to do?" You ask ignoring his question.

"Oh that's the easy part, you and I just have to pretend that we're madly in love in public and then I guess I'll try to win your favor in the privacy of our own space, simple as that" he says fiddling with his snowy white hair.

You get up from your seated position and take your glass with you. "So what I'm hearing is, I don't have to put up with your childish antics." You waltz into a spare bedroom and lock the door behind you.

Despite the situation at hand he found your outburst rather entertaining. He sits outside the room leaning his head against the door, waiting for you to eventually come out.

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It takes a few hours but you eventually come out to eat. You're just as stubborn as he thought you'd be.

"Ah, there you are darling, it took you long enough" the white haired man says dusting off his trousers.

You come out of the room completely changed. Wearing a hoodie and some shorts you found. Not something you'd usually wear but it'll do for now. Your hair, semi wet from when you took a shower, was the first thing Gojo touches as a sign of affection. Just to see if you'd allow it. Which you did.

"I'm just a bit hungry, I'm not out here for you" you say coldly

"Well that's fine, but it just so happens that I've already prepared a meal for you"

He takes your wrist and drags you to the kitchen.

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While Gojo places a plate in front of you filled with (your favorite dish) and a cold glass of water next to the plate, you both exchange glances.

"How do you know my favorite food?" You ask reluctantly

"I happen to know a lot about you y/n"

Well that took you by surprise.

First he calls you by your actual name and not some cringe nickname, and second he knows your favorite food?? Who is this guy?? Have you known each other before? Crossed each other's past? Who knows.

With a sly smile he gestures at your plate wanting you to eat. You weren't sure if you should be genuinely impressed or creeped the fuck out. The lack of information you've given him made you wonder how well he really knew you.

"Hm" was the only thing you hum as you brought the fork to your mouth, letting the food slide off the fork and onto your tongue

"Not bad, although it needs a little seasoning"

"So?, not bad for my first time?" He says grinning.

"Nope not bad, not bad at all"

A/N: Part 2 coming soon 🫶🏾

#gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujitsu kaisen #Goio fluff?#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujusu kaisen gojo #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru

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nighttimescribbles2 · 2 years

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spare keys

You gave Kento the spare keys to your apartment in case of emergencies. He defines emergencies differently. nanami kento x reader; fluff wc: 2584 a/n: inspired in part by Queen @shrekisshrimpthesimp 's uni gripes. fight on, girl! there's a light at the end of the academic tunnel! written for shrekky and for octoberians graduating this month (are there still any of you???). congrats, babes! i swear i intended for this to be no longer than 1k or so 😬 also unedited because i aint got time for that rn 😬😬😬

Nanami spent all weekend helping you move in.

You protested; said you could handle it yourself over concerns that you were eating up his weekend, the only time he had to rest and decompress. He waved your worries away, said he wouldn’t be able to rest anyway until he was sure you were all right and fixed up.

True to his word, by Sunday evening, the last of your boxes and modest furniture had been crammed into the tiny studio apartment you rented on a graduate student’s budget, your futon and a few basic things unpacked, and all your sockets, gas ranges, and fuse box thoroughly checked. Nanami said goodbye at the door and you saw him off, admiring the way he looked in a work shirt and jeans.

“If you need anything at any time, call me,” he said. “Anything. Any time. Understand?”

You nodded. You were so full of affection for man that if your heart had to expand any more to contain it, you were sure it’d burst.

He offered you a slight smile and couldn’t resist reaching out to pat you on the head. “Good night. I’ll see you at the station at eight o’ clock tomorrow morning.”

He was turning to leave when you remembered and suddenly caught him by the sleeve. He paused. “Something else?”

You nodded sheepishly and from out of the pocket of your sweatpants produced a key. “I had a duplicate made,” you explained, “and was wondering if you’d keep it for me. You know…for emergencies?”

Your scatter-brained tendencies and occasional clumsiness were widely known. Nanami didn’t have to think twice.

“Of course,” he said, and as both of you stared at the silver key so relatively tiny in his hand, promised, “I’ll keep it well.”

—

The first emergency occurred a few months into your residence at your new place. You’d suddenly dropped off the face of the earth without any warning whatsoever, and after a week of only seeing your perpetually online status without hearing anything from you, Nanami’s increasingly morbid intrusive thoughts finally prevailed.

He called you. What followed was an outpouring of desperation over the most hectic week of your semester, and relief at finally speaking to another human being after back-to-back days spent only with your laptop and the looming deadlines for several big papers.

Nanami kept you company that night, listening to your academic tirades and talking you down from overwork until, several hours past midnight, you dropped off at last at your desk, cup of extra-strength coffee unfinished.

The following day, you crawled back from study group to a dim apartment fragrant with honeysuckle. Slightly concerned, you flicked on the light to find a small vase of gerberas and your favourite honeysuckle scented candle on your desk. It had run out right before you moved, and in the ruckus of life that followed, you hadn’t yet had time to replace it.

In the opposite corner beside your collection of stationery was your favourite bubble tea, still ice cold and thoughtfully parked on a coaster. Tacked to it was a sticky note with Nanami’s careful handwriting,

Put away the coffee for tonight and rest well.

You called him, bawling.

“You were here today.”

“Only for a little while, love.”

“Why didn’t you stay?”

“You weren’t home.”

You blubbered about how that didn’t matter; he should have, anyway. “How did you get in?”

“You gave me a spare key, remember?”

“Oh.” And still exceedingly touched by his gesture, “I thought it was only for emergencies.”

“It was an emergency,” he said, extremely serious. “You were unhappy. I had to do something about it.”

You had only sweet bubble tea instead of coffee that night, but your heart pounded away like you’d just gulped a triple-shot espresso.

—

Over the next year or so, you had a few small emergencies that necessitated a spare key. Every time, Nanami came to your rescue and wouldn’t hear of your apologising for it.

“That’s what a spare key is for,” he’d say. “I’m happy you call me when you need help.”

Then the day before your graduation, Gojo surprised you just when you were leaving campus after picking up your toga and guest invitation cards. He literally materialised at the gate and grabbed your arm. You started, and would have screamed were it not for Yuuji’s popping out from behind his mentor with the widest, most ridiculous grin you’d ever seen.

Like a double negative, the succession of surprises neutralised each other, leaving you sighing exasperatedly (affectionately) at Gojo and his antics.

“We hear you’re graduating tomorrow,” he said, indicating the rest of his students. Nobara and Megumi hung behind, one visibly more excited than the other.

“Thank you for remembering.”

Gojo beamed. “I always told Nanamin he should learn from you. That should sweeten his temper.”

You laughed and surreptitiously tried to edge away. You got as far as a few inches before colliding into Yuuji, who grabbed you by the shoulders and gleefully declared,

“Sensei, we better get a move on. The celebrant is attempting to escape!”

“What?”

The bag containing your toga slid down your arm. With a long-suffering look, Megumi loped forward and took it.

“I’ll hold it for you,” was all he said before he started down the street, leaving the lot of you behind.

“What is going on?” you demanded. Both Yuuji and Gojo looped an arm around each of yours and cheerfully hauled you down the street after Megumi. Nobara grinned encouragingly and chanted a cheer about some party as she skipped along.

You tried digging your heels in to no avail. Both men were infinitely stronger than you; you’d only wear yourself and your shoes out. Alternatively, if they grew tired of dragging you along, they could choose to simply lift you between them instead. That would be an infinitely mortifying experience.

“Where are you taking me?” you gasped.

“Roppongi,” Gojo said.

“Karaoke,” Yuuji helpfully added.

“Karaoke at Roppongi,” Gojo confirmed.

“At this hour?” You had stuff to do. You had made afternoon plans, and getting kidnapped to accompany Gojo and Co. on one of their zany pastimes was not on the calendar. Besides - “It’s high noon, Satoru! The karaoke lounges aren’t open yet.”

He grinned at you. In his hand was a shiny bit of ultra-exclusive membership card.

Your heart sank.

“I have special membership perks,” he announced. “And I made reservations. We’ll get in without a problem.”

There was no use arguing. Making a face at him (Gojo laughed), you dug in your heels all the way to your destination.

—

Despite your protestations, you did have fun. Satoru was genuinely lighthearted when he wasn’t called upon to work. He knew how to throw a party and knew how to enliven them to fever pitch. Before you knew it, you had drunk more than you intended to (drinks mixing was apparently another secret talent up Gojo’s sleeve) and sang until your throat began to hurt. The afternoon passed without you noticing and it was only when you casually glanced out the window during a bathroom break that you realised with a jolt of panic how pitch-black the sky had become.

You slammed back into your private room (startling the first few regular customers who had begun to trickle in and interrupting Nobara mid high note) wide-eyed and guilty, and hurriedly gathered your things.

Gojo tried to persuade you to stay.

“I have to go,” you kept repeating. “I got nothing done today!”

“You partied with us.”

“Oh, Satoru,” you wailed, loaded down with coat and bag and things and nearly out the door. You felt awful about coming off ungrateful for everything.

“Thank you, “ you said, and meant it. “I enjoyed myself and it was wonderfully thoughtful of you to do all of this for me -”

Gojo grinned, expecting you to stay after all.

“- but I really, really have to go.” And before he could say anything more, you gave him a brief hug and dashed for home.

Yuuji banged out the door to try to chase after you, yelling something about having to carry out their orders. His teacher stopped him with a hand on his shoulder and instead beckoned for him to rejoin the party that, by now, even Megumi had deigned to let loose at.

“We did our best,” he said. “Nanamin had all afternoon to finish the job.”

—

Nanamin stared at you with a deer-in-the-headlights look. He was perched high on top of a step-ladder, head nearly grazing your ceiling.

The whole place blazed with light. The floor was carpeted with bags in varying stages of being unpacked, all apparently filled with party decor. Hands full of tape and scissors, your boyfriend had no choice but to hold a blow-up balloon between his teeth. He was still in his workday suit, though sans jacket and tie and with his sleeves rolled up.

Your apartment door slowly clicked shut behind you.

With the straightest face, Nanami retrieved the balloon (transparent, decorated with curlicues spelling out ‘Congratulations!’ and filled with gold, star-shaped confetti) from his mouth, trapped it between his wrists, and intoned,

“Welcome home.”

Behind him, the mismatched ‘Happy Congratulations’ banner (obviously from two different sets - ‘Happy’ originally intended for a little boy’s birthday) came away from the wall and fluttered to the floor.

Soundlessly, your mouth still gawping like a fish’s, you staggered into the nearby wall for support. All your things clattered to the floor.

It had been a really long and incomparably weird day.

—

The Great Scrambling followed where you bore witness to Nanami’s true power. Never before had you seen a human being move so fast putting up (yet again) banners and streamers, pumping balloons, and warming up food. You were still processing everything when you were thrust at the speed of light into a two-person celebration complete with party hats and flutes of champagne.

You looked at Nanami completely bewildered.

He was perplexed. He wanted to surprise you to make you happy. But perhaps he was doing something wrong? Deficient in some way? Admittedly, party-planning was not his strongest suit.

“Should I…sing?” he tentatively offered, though the only song that came to mind was ‘Happy Birthday’.

Your expression contorted into deeper confusion. “What?”

He cleared his throat. “People…people sing at parties, don’t they? And this is your…” he gestured helplessly.

You stared at each other. And then, quite unexpectedly, a giggle began to form in the pit of your stomach. It travelled up, higher and higher until you were chortling and then laughing and then bent over double with amusement.

Nanami smiled.

“I don’t need a loud party with the works,” you told him when the giggles died down and you were able to speak again. “Celebrating with you is more than enough.”

That was how you found yourself cuddled up with him on your beanbag in a dimmed apartment lit only by the twinkling fairy lights he put up and the leftover brightness from outside filtering in through the glass doors of your balcony. Champagne and a pair of glasses sat on a tray on the floor beside you.

“I can’t believe it was you who put Satoru up to that.” You shook your head, smiling as your recounted your strange day.

“I asked him to keep you busy and away from home. I didn’t know he was going to keep you at a karaoke bar for hours.”

You leaned back into Kento, resting your head against his collarbone as you admired the decor. ‘Happy Congratulations’ glowed from the wall, the effect of the surrounding fairy lights reflected by the balloons around them.

“You almost can’t see the tape from here.”

“Hm?” He bent to press his lips to the top of your head. An arm wound around your waist and drew you even closer to himself.

“The tape,” you repeated, pointing to the multitudinous bits of plastic criss-crossed on the string between every letter of the banner. He’d used up nearly a whole roll of tape to keep it up, but now they faded into the soft shadows of the fairy lights. “You can’t see them anymore.”

He hummed again, distracted with nuzzling into you. You reached up to cup his cheek.

“Thank you for all of this. It’s perfect.”

“As you deserve.”

“I can’t believe you took a whole day off to set this up.”

“Needed time. I had to make sure I got everything right.” Then he frowned at himself. “In the end, all shops ran out of ‘Happy Graduation’ signs.”

Laughing, you twisted out of his grasp, wriggling until you had planted yourself sideways on his lap. The mental image of your stern, serious Kento going door-to-door around the all the party supplies shop in town, totally absorbed over a selection of party hats and balloons just for you, made your heart throb in the nicest way. You leaned in to be nose-to-nose with him, his face in both your hands.

“You must know that I appreciate the effort. Very much. But on earth did you manage to break in to do all this?” you wondered. You lived on the fifth floor of a residential building.

Nanami’s lips quirked up. Hands roamed your thighs and settled on your hip. “You gave me the spare key, remember?”

“Oh, right!”

He closed the distance to kiss a corner of your mouth, his nose brushing over your cheek. You returned the favour, pecking him back with short kisses as felt all over his chest.

“There was no emergency this time, though,” you teased in between kisses. Your nails caught on the buttons of his shirt so you absently began undoing them, slowly popping open one button after another and dipping your fingertips into the warm skin underneath.

Kento grunted appreciatively. “There was an emergency,” he retorted. “You’re graduating.”

“Tomorrow. So?” You moved across his face, kissing first one furrowed brow and then the other.

“Today’s the eve of it.”

“What then?”

He struggled to find the words. The hands on your hip tightened their hold, digging in deep you covered him with affection. His shirt was open halfway down his stomach already, and the little hands that pressed over his abs and dragged up to his chest were wildly distracting.

“I -” he began when you cut him off with a feather-light breath under his earlobe that made him shiver.

“I needed to see you -” he tried again, and again was halted when your wandering hand tangled in metal. Bewildered, you drew back, and looked down to discover a white gold chain around his neck. Hanging from it like a pendant was the spare key you’d entrusted to him for safekeeping.

“For efficiency,” he explained, hand closing over yours. “In case of emergencies - mine and yours.”

You tilted your head in question.

“So that when you need me, I can come right away.”

You beamed. That was terribly sweet of him. “And what’s your emergency?”

He paused to squeeze your hands. “So that when I need to see you, I don’t have to climb five stories and break into your apartment.”

Your peals of laughter rang around your tiny studio. They were silenced only when Nanami, grinning and self-satisfied, pulled you to himself and finally kissed your mouth shut.

You wound your arms around his neck. And as you pressed up against him, your heart stammered until it finally burst with a wash of bright warmth against another of its kind - one key-shaped and snug between your bodies.

#jujusu kaisen #jjk fic #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami fluff

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gav-san · 2 years

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Here's a Free Prompt

Gojo Satoru is the worst roommate ever. He leaves his clothes everywhere, doesn't do dishes and every other night is a new girl and the walls are too thin to ignore.

Not to mention he's super rude and always in your space when you had tried to seduce your professor, Nanami Kento (who once he saw Gojo hasn't come within ten feet of you since!)

Not only does Gojo exude the vibes of an overbearing ex-husband, but he also treats you like his stubborn ex-wife! He won't stop teasing about your 'marriage' and all that's left is to make it 'official'.

And it turns out that when you get to your newest class, you realize that he not only shares the same name with the highest lauded professor on campus...

He is that professor.

Add in that sketchy adjunct Suguru Geto (who decides he also has a thing for you), and this semester is going to be a disaster.

#gojo speaks in my head #gojo x y/n #getou suguru x reader #geto x y/n #love triangle #but really it's #bad roommate #badroomate!gojo #college!gojo #jjk au #jjk x reader #jujusu kaisen

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modifieduchiha · 1 year

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♡Fan Fic Masterlist♡

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sukunasfavoritehole · 7 months

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his hole is not on the best terms with him rn

#sukuna #jujusu kaisen #jjk #jjk spoilers #ao3 #wattpad #fanfic #jujutsu sorcerer #jujustsu kaisen x reader #sukuna ryomen

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anacarolinaalove · 2 years

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#art #gif #amor #nature #star #kawaii unboxing #kawaii #jujusu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo angst #gojo hcs #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x geto #japan #japancore

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etherealepiphany · 2 years

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Currently playing....

POV: You and your favourite have broken up for good </3

GO - Cat Burns

2:09 ─────●── 3:25

↺ |◁ || ▷| ♡

It hurt. It did,truly. So why weren't you crying? Hysterical screams with a violent rage to paint over the hurt and destroy his things like he broke you. Where was it? It was over. Maybe thats why you were so calm it had always been there and you knew. You did. You should have listened to your friends they always know best. It was empty now. His toothbrush gone and your favourite mug set from the carnival you went on your third anniversary. Huh he took both. He took a bit of you with him didn't he. Something you won't get back. The time, memories packed into neat boxes with a cold signed paper on the shared table where you had experienced it all. The end of him and you. Your friends were always right. But you tried and he fucked this up, there was no way out of this one.

"Goodbye to us. Don't call this number anymore. Pack up your shit and go"You told him and there he was gone.

Guess I'm back lol

Never proof reading ngl

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midnight-eras · 2 months

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Catching you with a sex toy. Jjk.

Satoru Gojo x afab!reader, Naoya Zen'in x afab!reader

Their reaction to catching you with a sex toy (drabbles)

Warnings — oral sex, sex toys, degradation, slight manhandling, usage of pet names, female reader, sub!reader, Dom!Gojo, Dom!naoya

Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated

Satoru Gojo

Gojo is the playful, teasing type. When he found your little vibrator in your closet, he wasn't mad or even surprised. Having a sex toy seemed completely normal to him. But oh my, he was very very eager to play around with it. When you came home that evening it wasn't hard to see that Gojo was hot and bothered. He's rather open about it. He gave you a cheeky smile and held out the little vibrator, “Look what I found, honey~.” He let out a low chuckle.

It didn't take long at all for you both to be laid out on the bed, both stripped of all clothing material. Your delicious thighs were parted and thrown over Gojo’s shoulders and he was having the time of his life, swapping out between eating you out or playing around with the vibrator.

Gojo gave one last flick of his skilled tongue before lifting his head, humming, “mmmmh~ you like that, sweetheart~?” He whispered. You were so sensitive, so wet, and you laid out in front of him, panting, your cheeks flushed. But you know beyond the shadow of a doubt that he wasn't nearly done with you yet.

Turning on the little vibrator, he gave you his signature grin before pressing it against your very sensitive nub, earning a whimper from you which was music to his ears. “Ah… s-satoru…” you were already close from his playing teasing with his tongue and you felt like you were able to fall apart any second. Satoru could definitely see just that from the way your thighs began trembling. “Cum for me, my sweet girl~” he whispered as he upped the setting of the little vibrator. And finally you felt the knot in the lower stomach snap and you spiralled into the delicious orgasm you were craving since you got home and looked at Satoru…

Naoya Zen'in

Naoya is the kind of man who screws around with women. You were one of those women. But he found you to be particularly cute and charming. He waited at the hotel you agreed to meet at, and you both knew where it would lead. He sat on the bed, for once he wasn't wearing his traditional Japanese clothing. He was in a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. When finally he saw the door open. “You finally showed up~” he gave you a charming smirk as he patted his lap, “Come here. You've kept me waiting long enough~”

Nodding, you placed your overnight bag down. Naoya eyed it, “You bring anything with?” He asked. You turned to look at him, shrugging, “Just clothes” you said. Opening the bag, you wanted to show him what you had, only for your favourite pink vibrator to fall out of your bag and onto the floor. Where Naoya could see it. Instantly a grin came to his face as he swiftly reached down to pick it up. He pressed the little button and felt the device vibrate in his hand. He only grinned even wider.

“And why would you hide this from me, hmmm?” He chuckled. Again, he patted his lap. Nervously, you went to straddle his lap, looking into his golden hues. Your cheeks turned red, you felt… kind of embarrassed that he had to see your little toy.

“Aw, don't get all shy now~” Naoya let his hand travel under your skirt, and immediately he pushed your panties aside, to feel that you were already wet, “so wet already” he whispered. Naoya reached for the vibrator, that was still on and he began to experiment. Pushing the strong vibrations against your most sensitive spot, your cute little clit and immediately you were writhing and moaning, “Naoya~” you began grinding yourself against the toy, seeking more pressure. Naoya was definitely enjoying this, you could see it from the look on his face and that lustful glow in his eyes. “You like that, little slut?” He whispered in your ear before abruptly turning it off. You whined, “Naoya, please…” you pleaded, only for him to shove you on the floor, into your knees, “Be a good girl and I'll think about it…~”

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujusu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo #naoya #satoru gojo #naoya zenin #satoru gojo x reader #naoya zenin x reader #satoru gojo smut #naoya zenin smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #naoya x reader #naoya smut

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gorejo · 2 years

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 (𝐈𝐍) 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 - hq edition pt. two : an anthology.

≡ miya atsumu, miya osamu, bokuto kotarou, akaashi keiji x f!reader

↳ strong and capable men, never falling short in physicality or drive, individually coming undone — unraveled and vulnerable to their inner tender lover — as they hold you in their arms.

tw/cw: smut. unprotected sex. reader is called: pretty, my girl, princess, babe, baby. minor biting. explicit language. penetration. light cunnilingus.

✉ : these can honestly stand as short individual drabbles... but it’s a pain in the ass to post one by one. this is the second part of the hq edition!! i hope you enjoy!!! ( ੭ ˙ᗜ˙ )੭

jujusu kaisen version | hq pt. one

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

Pushing you onto the bed, both of you frantically stripping off your clothes as your lips feverishly pushed against each other. Moans muffled as teeth clashed against one another, both seeking to take dominance over the other.

You find your hands immediately attempting to unbuckle his belt, as he pulls his shirt off with one hand, chuckling as he sees you unable to succeed as you gawked at his physique when he was able to unlatch your bra in go — with one hand.

“Careful angel, I’m expensive, gonna have to pay up to see all of this,” he teased as he caged you in, peppering soft kisses to your jaw, going down to your collar bones only to run his tongue swiftly against your skin up to your chin.

His hand grasping yours, cupping your palm to feel his clothed member pucker within his boxers, getting harder and harder, bigger and bigger with each dry hump he made into your hand.

"you make me so fucking hard," he breathlessly groaned into your ear.

Inhaling your natural scent, with his face plastered into the crevice of your neck, “fuck even your smell makes me horny,” Atsumu mumbled as he nibbled onto your earlobe, now thrusting slowly into your clothed pussy.

“‘Tsumu… hurry,” you softly moaned, pulling him in as you combed through the back of his hair, legs wrapping around his thin waist as the crevice of his ass teasingly peeked out of his pants.

“Yea yea baby, on it,” quickly placing a kiss on your lips, groaning as he reached over to grab a condom, tearing it apart with his canine.

“Thought we were gonna do it raw?” He joked.

Pushing his pants down, the thick glory of his cock slapping against his toned lower abdomen, where the sparkle of his precum and the two pretty veins of his member protruded out angrily. the beauty of his physical facade caught your eye especially when he would slowly palm himself and wrap his length with the rubber.

“Shut up ngh —”

Before you got the chance to argue back, obviously impatient from the lack of action within these couple of sections, frustrated that your boyfriend had the audacity to stall time and tease, Atsumu quickly silenced you with a kiss on your lips, inserting his tongue into your mouth, pushing down so that the only sound resonating the room were your muffled moans and the sloshing of your feet rubbing against the comforter.

Unlatching his lips with yours, where a string of saliva connected you both as he looked into your eyes, sweetly looking down as he took a lick up your lips, “I’m joking,” Atsumu lowly chuckled.

And pulling himself up, caging you below as his knees anchored down your waists, “rubber or raw,” pushing himself to sink into your sweet hole — tight and just so fucking warm — as he watched his length visibly shorten only to immediately increase in length with each time he pulled out, groaning as he plastered his body firmly over yours, thighs pushed down by his weight onto your chest, his tongue trailing up your neck, “I’ll still fuck you good.”

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

Kneeling on his knees, his cock standing proud — mildly twitching with his head red and tip glistening with a pebble of his precum — his hand brushing down from your breasts to your clothed pussy, gently pushing on your skin as he glid past your lower belly.

Mumbling soft affirmation under his breath as he slowly palmed his member, Osamu’s eyes usually gray and gentle, had a glint of fire in his eyes as his fingers slightly trembled — his mind telling him to go slow, yet times like these, his body reacted too fast for him to contain.

The padding of his fingers grazing the hemming of your panties, softly tucking his index finger into the fabric, “Hips up angel,” Osamu softly ordered.

Taking a gulp of his thick saliva, his adam’s apple prominently throbbing as he let out a heavy breath thereafter, his hard length teasingly grazing against your thigh as you watched it twitch up and down, mumbling to himself as he got a peek of your wet core, “fuck…”

Removing the last fabric of clothing from him being able to fully see you naked, the one skimpy piece of panty that always seemed to get in the way from him fucking you, Osamu fisted his cock as he watched you from above, absorbing every fiber of your bare body lying vulnerably before him.

Osamu was thick. The type of thick that needed extra prepping, needed that extra finger or two to stretch you out before he could actually get himself in. He wasn’t necessarily long, but the width of his length and the perfect strokes of his hips grinding into you never failed to make your eyes roll back and your body tremble in ecstasy.

Covering his cock with your slick, running his length against your puffy folds, lightly slapping his sensitive head against your cunt as he hissed out his breath, chest heaving and stomach clenched in as he watched you with carnal desire.

The cool of his gray iris’ looking flamed and heated as watched you squirm at his tease, “Samu… hurry I want you,” you mewled out.

And chuckling as he finally caved in to your cute whining, never intending to strip you access from his cock for too long, simply adoring everything — absolutely — everything about you.

Bending down as he positioned himself to hover over your body, kneeling as his torso and firm arms — triceps flexed and forearms bulging of his veins — caged you in his frame, Osamu always kissed the top of your forehead before pressing forward, muttering under his breath an honest confession — a stamp of assurance that in all that he did, it was because he “love(s) you.”

Angling the tip of this throbbing member into your pussy, pressing firmly in as his length framed the outline of your tight walls to fit his girth, cradling his body to hover over yours as he cupped your face.

“Baby, look at me,” he softly let out, groaning deeply in his throat as he brows furrowed, scared that he was hurting you, “just a little more," he whispered out while his cock slowly sank inside.

And feeling your small hands wrap against his wrist, slowly opening your eyes to meet gaze with his, Osamu feels as if the world set in place, revolving along an axis designed for you both, where nothing felt more right and everything seemed to fall in perfect alignment when he was deeply connected with you — inside as one.

He feels his features soften the moment he hears his name trickle out of your pretty lips, “Samu…”

That’s when he’ll give a hefty thrust, the one that vibrates your inner organs and makes you gasp with all the wind knocked out of your lungs, gripping onto his wrists even tighter as you forced yourself to look at him, nails drilling crescents into his skin.

“That’s it baby, that's my girl. I’ll take care of you now,” Osamu promised before planting his lips onto yours, "always taking me so well."

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔

“Fuck you look so pretty,” Bokuto moaned while his fingers gripped onto your hips, making small dents into your skin with his nails.

Running your hand against the plush of your stomach, grinding your hips in short repeated waves, staring down at your boyfriend — sweaty, frazzled, a beloved mess, where the streaks of his hair lightly shined in the dimmed midnight room.

“Look Bo… you’re filling me up to here,” softly smiling with hazed eyes, you pointed to where you felt the tip of his cock knock against your soft walls, where nothing but the euphoric connection between you both filled the room, completely blinding you from your supposed reality, where it was nothing but you and him in the stuffy room fragrant of sex.

Gulping as he watched you from below, his lips loosely open as if he was hungry for a meal, as if he was restraining himself from unlocking an inner demon raptured inside his core, his fingers tingling as it craved for more, “Baby… you can’t say things like that,” Bokuto groaned.

Thrusting his head back into the pillow with a lowly growl, his hips unconsciously bucking forward, his brows deeply furrowed while pebbles of sweat dripped down his temple and coated his broad chest, “makes me want more than I can have.”

“Bo! Too deep!” you softly cried out yet the sloppy squelches of your wet pussy, filling up the room with each desperate move of your hips to reach your climax, said otherwise. His thick member pushed against your walls as you clenched tightly on him in return, your thighs aching, your arms slightly trembling as you pushed down onto his chest, you quickly felt the momentum change.

The weight of the bed dipping down, and the force of his body pushing you up, “C’me here,” he mumbled into your breasts as his thick calloused hands cupped your mounds into his mouth. His hot tongue swirled against your nipple, absolutely swallowing the plush of your fat, pushing his face into your tits while his other hand massaged your unoccupied breast.

Unlatching like a newly infant, with a trail of spit running down his lips, “Fuck… so warm angel,” Bokuto mumbled while showering soft kisses to your aching swollen flesh, ending it with a teasing lick to your sensitive nipple as his fingers softly trailed down your body.

“Bo…it’s t-too much…” you whispered into his ear, your arms clinging around his neck, trembling as desperately held onto him, feeling his calloused palm press down on your stomach.

“Yea, pretty?” Chuckling as he peppered soft kisses around your naked chest, “let’s see if I can fill you up even more.”

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈

“Are you alright, love?” Akaashi’s soft voice loomed over your vulnerable frame, where the darkness of the room except the dim light of the bedside lamp illuminated the place, “tell me if anything is too much,” his words whispered against your skin as he lightly kissed the edge of your shoulder.

“I-I’m okay Keiji… j-just go a little slow,” you murmured out, as you accidentally bucked your hips forward and felt his hardened member, “sorry,” you quietly apologized.

“Shh… ‘s okay, nothing to be sorry about… it’s normal,” Keiji encouraged, softly chuckling as he kissed your temple, “you want to take my glasses off for me?”

Gently nodding as you reached up to remove his frames, his dark blue orbs never letting go of eye contact, “thank you angel,” he praised, reaching down to match his lips with yours, softly kissing your lips, being extra gentle to not do anything beyond your comfort, never daring to trespass any measure of trust yet still boldly proclaiming his love for you, in his own way.

You felt his lips travel down your needy body, kissing open mouthed kisses as he took his time to appreciate, to love, to adore every crevice of your body, to hear your short angelic mewls as his tongue grazed against your sweet spots.

Making his way down the lining of your neck, teasingly stroking his tongue against your naked collarbones as he lightly bit on your skin, his cock lightly brushing against your thighs as he made his way down. Pressing his thumb against his small bite mark, spreading the remnants of his spit on your skin as he lightly blew on the area.

Groping your breasts, cupping them from below as he latched his lips onto your nipple, while he massaged the other, tenderly making love with your hardened buds as he lightly grinded his hips into the crevice of your thighs, making you immediately feel a rush of heat travel through your body — was it exhilaration, was it pure nervousness, was it anticipation, you couldn’t quiet decipher.

But one thing you knew was with him, everything felt right — perfect — and everything felt safe.

And trailing down your body, your tits feeling exposed and lonely as the cold air hit against his saliva, and by instinct your hands traveled to your breasts, touching your mounds as you eagerly waited for your lover, “you’re so beautiful,” Akaashi murmured into your skin.

Lightly kissing your belly, down to your pelvis, and into your inner thighs, tenderly biting your skin as he positioned himself comfortably in front of your naked womanhood. Where the rush of embarrassment mixed with the desire for wanting more fueled your next move, you immediately clenched your thighs together only for Keiji to stop you as he used his arms to keep you open.

“Are you nervous?” He breaths fanned over your entrance, his voice allowing you to feel secure in his presence.

“N- not anymore… a-are you, Keiji?”

Interlocking with your fingers to have you comb through his short hair, brushing lightly through to watch him melt into your touch, “you can pull if it’s too much, okay? I promise it won't hurt me.” he bargained when he saw a measure of hesitance flash in your eyes.

“And, I always…” Akaashi murmured just before stroking his tongue on your needy cunt, blowing cold air as he used two fingers to brush circles against your clit, spreading out his spit to lubricate your pussy.

“W-what did you say?” You breathlessly moaned out as your inner thighs hit the sides of his face, his side burns ticking your sensitive skin.

And looking up to lock gazes with yours, eyes still soft yet urging desperately for more, using his fingers to spread out your labia, “I always get nervous with you,” he let out before sucking your hardened bud, pulling you closer into his mouth by catching your arching back and caging your thighs in his strength.

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Hi your writing is amazing and i just wanted to ask if you could make a top geto x top male reader x sub Goji where you and geto make satoru jealous so for revenge he flirts with nanami so reader and geto punish him. It'd be amazing if you could accept my request but it's fine if you don't. Thank you so much either way.

(I think this might've been a little bit too much)

Geto Suguru x Top!Male!Reader x Gojo Satoru [Smut]

Warning; top!geto x bottom!gojo x top!reader, threesome, double penetration, spit roast position, deepthroat, rimming, nipple play, overstimulation, degradation, praising, mind-break.

Masterlist.

Jujusu Kaisen

Gojo was mad, well, more like jealous. He couldn't help but observe Geto and (M/n) as they flirted, so clearly into each other, of course, Gojo didn't know they were already dating, but that didn't stop him from heading over to Nanami, who was silently sitting at one of the tables, reading a book.

The first one to notice Gojo's flirting was (M/n), who nudged Geto and signaled toward the white-haired male.

Suguru frowned but soon smirked when he saw (M/n)'s expression, he was clearly pissed off, even if he didn't actually have the right to feel jealous, since neither of them had asked Gojo out just yet.

Both Geto and (M/n) knew that Satoru was into them, but they were still making sure that this was what they wanted, that this kind of relationship wasn't going to ruin what they already had. They agreed on first courting Gojo separately before both going for it, but it seemed like Gojo was a little bit more desperate to have them than they thought, his light-blue eyes constantly sneaking glances at them, making sure they were both watching him shamelessly flirt with Nanami, who wasn't too opposed to it, weirdly enough.

However, he didn't have to handle more of Gojo since his senpais came by to drag him away, each one holding Gojo by an arm.

The white-haired male was kinda mad at them, exclaiming about how they ruined what he was trying to get from Nanami, but his words soon cut off when he felt himself being pressed between (M/n) and Geto's chest, just now he realized they were in Suguru's room. His face turned red and his skin tingled where he felt (M/n)'s hands, touching his body as he kept a loose grip on his hips.

"You thought we wouldn't notice how you kept eyeing us while you bothered poor Nanamin, eh, Satoru?" (M/n) whispered in his ear, noticing the red tip of his ears as he stood behind Gojo.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with both of them, but Geto held Satoru's face, making him look at him as he leaned closer, "We know how much you want us, Satoru, both of us, taking you at the same time~" Geto's face was inches away from Gojo's, close enough for their lips to gently grace.

(M/n) leaned down from his ear, placing a small kiss on the pale skin of his neck, "We're just gonna give you what you desire, Satoru," he whispered, moving closer. Gojo felt (M/n)'s erection against his ass, and Geto's erection pressing on his thigh. He squirmed where he was standing, rubbing his thighs together but (M/n) placed his leg in between his, making him whimper when (M/n) pressed on his hardening cock, "Sugu, you know what I'm thinking, right?"

After briefly making eye contact with (M/n), Geto smirked, "I thought you'd never say it."

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(M/n)'s hands had a tight grip on Gojo's ass, keeping his cheeks spread apart as he ate him out. Geto was gently touching the smooth skin of Gojo's thighs, his tongue swirling around his leaking tip, taking his twitching cock in his mouth.

Gojo's eyes were filled with tears, covering his mouth with his hand as he maintained eye contact with Geto, who had every inch of his cock down his throat, staying still for a few seconds before pulling back, wrapping his lips around the tip, pressing his tongue on his slit and slowly sucking on it.

With trembling legs, Satoru's body bent at his waist, his free hand tangling in Geto's long hair, holding him still while he deepthroated his cock, his hips squirming under (M/n)'s hold every time his tongue pressed further inside him. Gojo wasn't sure what feeling he liked the most, he just knew he wanted it, he wanted all of it and more.

Taking his hand away from his mouth, Gojo pulled on Geto's hair, a high-pitched moan escaping past his lips. His hot cum dripped down Suguru's throat, both males backing away from him, (M/n)'s grip still holding him to prevent him from falling as his legs trembled.

Both of them stood up, Geto swallowed the cum that was still in his mouth, licking his lips to pick up what had dripped out. Holding Satoru's hands, Geto took him to his bed, sat down on it, and pulled his pants down, taking his cock out while he made sure that Gojo was looking.

The white-haired male gulped at the sight of Suguru's hard cock in front of him, his hands holding himself up on the bed, his legs shaking as he was sitting in a mermaid-like position.

"C'mon, it's waiting for you, Satoru~," Geto said while trying to hold back a smirk. (M/n) got in the bed behind Gojo, reaching for the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head, letting it fall to the floor.

(M/n) gently held Gojo's face in his hand, turning his head to face him, his blue eyes having an almost innocent look in them, as if he didn't know what he had to do.

"Sugu is not the only one that wants you, baby," Gojo's eyes opened wide when he felt (M/n)'s hard cock pressing against his lower back, and his sight shifted back to Geto, who kept looking at him with expectant eyes, "You know how Sugu and I are so close and like to share a lot of things, don't you?" Gojo nodded, his eyes observing Geto's twitching cock.

"Well, we wanna share you too, Satoru."

(M/n) slowly traced his touch down Gojo's body, his fingers gracing his nipples, making him gasp. Using his index and thumb of both of his hands, (M/n) started gently pinching the sensitive buds on Gojo's chest, his breath turning uneven as his hands gripped the bedsheet, his cock getting hard again. He closed his eyes and tilted his head down, but soon he felt (M/n)'s breath on the back of his neck as he inched closer to his ear.

"Open your eyes, baby, look how much Sugu wants you," slowly opening his eyes, Satoru glanced at (M/n) first, who kept his sight fixed on Geto's cock, "He's leaking so much too~"

Suguru's face was red, his breath uneven too, even when wasn't being touched or stimulated in any physical way, but seeing (M/n) teasing Satoru was enough to get so close to cumming untouched...

Gojo saw the state Geto was in, and he felt his mouth watering at the sight of his throbbing, leaking dick. He wanted to taste it so badly.

He opened his mouth and started leaning down, placing his elbows on the bed to hold himself while he reached a hand to wrap around Geto's cock, making him take a sharp breath as his body shuddered. Gojo stuck his tongue out and licked the drop of pre-cum that was sliding down the tip, stimulating a sensitive pulsing vein on the short way. Geto held onto Gojo's white hair and forced him to take every inch of his cock down his throat, keeping him still while he came in his mouth.

"Sugu, try to be a little bit more gentle with Satoru, he's not used to it yet," Geto closed his eyes tightly, sighing as he let Gojo back away, struggling to breathe as all the cum still left in his mouth slid down his chin and on the sheets.

"I've been... wanting, desiring to have him for so long, (M/n)... I couldn't resist," he mumbled making (M/n) smile and inch closer to him.

"I know, love, is okay," Gojo observed with a flustered expression as both of them kissed, and despite the surprise, seeing that kiss turned him on more than he'll like to admit, "Let's keep going, okay?"

Nodding in silence, Geto stroked Gojo's face gently, slowly guiding him to his once again erect cock, reassuring him with his gentle touches. Satoru wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking it before he started bobbing his head up and down, letting out soft noises while he did so.

And well, (M/n) also wanted some attention, so he didn't just sit there and stared. He lifted Gojo's hips, earning a muffled gasp from him as he made him kneel on the bed. His hands held his cheeks and spread them apart, observing his pink, puckered, and twitching entrance, begging to be filled and fucked roughly over and over again by his cock, their cocks.

He pulled his erection out of his pants and pressed his wet tip against it, pushing it inside him until his full length was buried deep, tightly squeezed by his muscle walls.

Gojo let out moans and whines that sent vibrations to Geto's cock, making him grip the sheets and grit his teeth. Gojo's body quivered as he came, his cum dripping on the already stained bedsheets, his hands squeezing Geto's clothed thighs.

"It's so good... so tight and warm inside you, baby," (M/n)'s hands gripped Gojo's waist, starting to move his hips back and forth at an even pace, increasing his speed with every sound the white-haired male released, muffled by Geto's cock.

Gojo's eyes rolled into the back of his head, whimpering whenever his prostate was stimulated, his cock twitching when Geto would pull on his hair to keep him focused on what he was doing. Suguru kept his eyes on Satoru most of the time, enjoying watching how his cock disappeared in his mouth, observing with a smirk the tears that dripped down his flushed face and how his glossy eyes would look up at him with a pleading look.

Whether it was for him to stop or to go faster, he wasn't sure, but he was aware of how much Gojo was enjoying being fucked from both sides. His back arching and pushing his hips back like the slut he was...

"Look at you, taking our cocks so well... you trained for this, didn't you? You're such a whore, Satoru," Gojo whined, blinking a few times and causing some tears to fall down his cheeks, he tried to nod, whining out noises that sounded like 'Yes!' being said over and over.

"A good boy, aren't you?" (M/n) leaned down, his chest pressing against Gojo's back, "You're our good boy, Satoru, fantasizing about us and making sure you could take us both at the same time, right? So good, baby~" he whispered in his ear, making Gojo's eyes flutter close as he came once again, his body quivering at the praise, "Sugu."

The long-haired male looked up at (M/n), who winked at him, and he nodded, pulling on Gojo's hair to make him release his cock. (M/n) pulled out of him and wrapped his arms around his weak body, setting him on his lap.

Gojo's body was limp as he lay on top of (M/n), their chests pressed together. Unsure if the pleasure or the lack of air caused it, Satoru felt he was gonna pass out any moment, but (M/n)'s hard cock penetrating him again made him open his eyes wide and gasp, his walls pulsing around him.

"It's okay, baby, you're safe with us," Gojo hid his face on (M/n)'s neck, feeling relaxed for a few seconds, until he felt something else pressing against his entrance, wanting to make space inside him, "Slow, Sugu."

"I know..." Geto muttered while slowly pushing his tip inside Gojo, his cock rubbing against (M/n)'s. Satoru's breath got stuck in the back of his throat, wondering if he was feeling pain or pleasure at that moment, he just knew that his mind was gone.

His body was held up by both males, unfocused, glossy blue eyes rolled into the back of his head and his mouth was open, the tip of his tongue out as he gasped for air, moaning and whining, mumbling about how good he felt.

"Your cocks a-are... so b-big, I lo-love them~!" He said between nonsense blabbering, his hands holding onto both of them as if his life depended on it.

Geto and (M/n) looked at each other for a second before joining their lips in a short kiss, holding Gojo's face to kiss him too.

Satoru's tongue moved around messily, unsure of who he should kiss first, but neither of them minded, after all, Gojo was finally theirs and no one else's.

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