JJK 270 being titled Dream’s End is so fudging ominous. That’s some Umineko type beat. I’m not sure if I should even judge this chapter as presented because of this. In fact, I'm holding off on posting the other analysis I had for today since I no longer am certain of what JJK 268–270 are.
There's two lines of thought I have:
1) Gege suffering from burnout and bad working conditions plus rushing has caused the writing to decline.
2) Gege still has a hidden ace saved for the final chapter and the weird writing is deliberate.
I'm going to humor Option 2, but only because the title of this chapter is called Dream's End.
(The most 'hear me out' discussion under the cut. Using TCB scans and leaks. Click images for captions/citations.)
Preface
"Without love it cannot be seen."
This is a phrase and philosophy I have borrowed from Umineko since I've started these JJK yapfests. It essentially boils down to 'discard your negative biases and try to examine things in good faith.'
JJK 268 & 269 have fudging tested that for me. I've been giving Gege and the characters a pretty hard time with the caveat of knowing how exploitative the manga industry is. I initially rejected the idea that these chapters were to be taken at anything other than face-value because of this. In fact, I cited the JJK 268 chapter title of Finale as a reason I've accepted things as is.
And with that same logic, I'm now doing the opposite... So hear me out! I've got some pretty good reasons to be doing this.
What's wrong with JJK 268–270?
There's a lot of things in these chapters that are fundamentally inconsistent with what's been established in throughout the manga. If we use Option 1 to explain these contradictions, these are last second retcons because Gege forgor.
Option 2? We're about to have the rug pulled the hell out from under us because the last 3 chapters have been delusions.
What first tipped me off to something possibly being wrong on purpose was the fate of the incarnated culling game players in JJK 270. Not too long ago it was established that the souls of non-sorcerers in vessels were unsavable.
The souls are suppressed in a way that distorts them permanently or their consciousness is outright destroyed. They were gambling on Megumi's survival due to him being a sorcerer and Sukuna's incarnation method being unique. 99% of them will die and those who survive will likely be vegetables, so why is there a sudden gamble on their survival in JJK 270?
It's such a neat and fine bow to tie this mess up that goes directly against existing lore. It's so ideal that it has me suspicious.
Brain damage from sorcery on non-sorcerers has been established as extremely taxing. I think about Gojo's Unlimited Void (UV) the most when it comes to this. Non-sorcerers were hit by it for 0.2 seconds and required medical intervention for 2 months to fully heal from it. Sukuna, the absolute strongest, tanked some of it and it affected him for the rest of the battle. ...And then we have Megumi who was under it for about 6 minutes and seems to have very little problems from it.
This is bizarre. Someone who underwent the month long bath and UV without Reverse Curse Technique (RCT) should be struggling to even stand after waking up. Sukuna had RCT and the Gojo brain damage still took him out. This screams of inconsistent writing unless...this is a deliberate hint that something is amiss.
I want to draw attention to the panel Megumi's UV damage is addressed. Just about everyone has been seemingly waiting around in the same spot for him to wake up. It's a bit weird given that sorcerers don't usually do that. They usually get a move on asap. And after the destruction of Shinjuku and the Culling Game Players still running about, why would they take a breather to discuss their plans that worked?
But that's not what started bothering me about that panel after reading JJK 270. It's that characters who aren't in the room, start appearing without warning. Look who is behind Maki and to the left. It's Kusakabe. And to her and Yuta's right? Inumaki. So why is it that Hakari, Kiara, and Ino are in Kusakabe's place while Todo spawns where Inumaki is? (And Yuta is facing the wrong direction too.)
That's pretty fudging weird right? You can chalk it up to Gege forgor but it doesn't stop there. Higuruma enters the discussion in a way that causes Yuji to pause.
Why is Yuji surprised to see him? (And where the fudge did he come from?) Shouldn't he know of his survival by now? And why is he in a cast? Higuruma had learned RCT and fully restored his arms before leaving the battlefield. If he's conscious, then he should be able to heal himself fully no problems.
And that got me thinking... Why is Yuji still missing his fingers?
It was established that he kept his fingers unhealed to help with Yuta's plan. This means that if he won, he has no need to keep them missing. Yuji has fully regenerated missing chunks of his face, including his eye, and stomach. He has RCT just like Higuruma. But it doesn't end there either. Yuji's number of fingers on his left hand keeps changing.
4 fingers, 3 fingers, dubious amount of fingers, 5 fingers. Once again, you can chalk it up to Gege forgor, but JJK 270 came out and the same problem started happening with Megumi's scars.
The same mistake is made within the same set of panels and very big page. That's weird.
ONCE AGAIN, you can chalk it up to Gege forgor, but when these errors occur, like with Yuta mistakenly having his ring on in JJK 251, Gege will note the mistake outright. Gege has made no such comments for Yuji's fingers or the scars. This many “errors” in row when Gege has otherwise been careful with these features could indicate it really is on purpose. (Kind of like Sukuna's everchanging mask. The thing was just moving around and pulsing. That was deliberate not inconsistency.)
What does this mean?
I think it means what we are seeing isn't reality. After all, the most common way to tell if you're dreaming is being unable to count the number of fingers on your hands. Another way to tell is the distortion of faces.
Readers have noticed that something is wrong. The weird timeskips, the lack of lasting consequences, design inconsistencies, characters behaving like similes of themselves, death and pain being glossed over like it's nothing. It all feels so off. But it's still close enough to the original to be somewhat believable. ...Is that not what it's like to dream and not know you are dreaming?
Why is it that the chapter titled Dream's End ends with the hunt for a curse user whose ability is to distort the perception of reality?
Dreams and Delusions in JJK
We already know Gege weaves Buddhist symbolism and ideas heavily into JJK. I'm not an expert in Buddhism at all, so there's a lot of it that goes over my head. I decided to look into if dreams are significant in Buddhism and boy howdy are they. Quoted directly from the source:
"Dreams can be a message from a Bodhisattva, an ancestor, or a god, The intent of the dream may be to test the dreamer’s resolve: is he non-retreating (avaivartika) from Bodhi (enlightenment) even when sleeping? The purpose of the dream visit may be to communicate information vital to the dreamer’s well-being. The Buddha himself had five dreams of catastrophes, falling stars and worlds in collision just before his enlightenment. The dreams were sent to him not by a benevolent Dharma-protector, but by an malevolent sorcerer, intent on disrupting the Buddha’s samadhi and preventing his awakening."
In summary, (correct me if I'm wrong) dreams appear to be seen as another state of being just as valuable and impermanent as reality.
There's also this other bit I'll quote directly.
"The most common use of dreams in the literature of the Mahayana, or “Northern School” of Buddhism in China, Tibet, Japan, Korea, and Vietnam is to see dreams as a simile for sunyata, (emptiness) the hollow core at the heart of all component dharmas (things). For example, in the well-known Vajra (Diamond) Sutra, the Buddha taught that:
“All conditioned dharmas, are like a dream, like an illusion, like a bubble, like a shadow, like a dewdrop, like a lightening flash; you should contemplate them thus.”"
That's starting to sound like what Yuji's Domain does, right? He projects memories that did happen and mixes them with delusions and dreams. Sukuna and Megumi both experience this in full.
It's incredibly suspicious that it hasn't been named yet. Yuji is the son of Kenjaku who has a domain based on the Womb Sutra/Realm...which is paired with the aforementioned Diamond Realm to encompass the entire Dharma. It's very likely this is what Yuji's domain is—a realm of dreams and reality combined as one.
Unreality Runs in the Family
When Sasaki Setsuko "wakes up" as the Culling Games begin, Kenjaku explains her situation with this:
What follows is a sequence that cannot be described as a dream. It seems to be a blend of reality and hallucinations. But that's not anything strange, Sukuna does it too with Kashimo in reverse.
As you can see, both the positions of the characters and even the backgrounds change suddenly from reality to ??? and from sequence to sequence. It's all incredibly dream like.
Another strange thing about this space is Kenjaku creating it as a part of an escape route Binding Vow. You know, the kind Sukuna uses for Malevolent Shrine.
What I want to draw attention to here is this reality-dream state somewhat requires consent (in the loosest possible definition) to appear. The person entering this state has to desire it themself. We see this with Jogo and Gojo who are mutually interested in having a relationship of somekind with Sukuna. (Same with Kashimo.)
(It's also very hard to tell if they are dead or still in the process of dying during this.)
This is where the delusions Yuji projects differ. They are forced onto others when he is near death or severely injured, seemingly as a defense mechanism.
And would you look at that...the syntax is identical for Todo and Choso's Brother Yuji Delusions. "At that moment, a memory was born inside X's brain...of a past event that never happened." It's kind of like how Yuji replaces Gojo in Megumi's memory to reach him. It's also very strange that Sukuna, Choso, and Jogo go "What is this?" to this in-between space.
My point here is that Yuji having access to this space has been hinted at since the start of this manga and that it was inherited it by blood. (Totally Not Kenjaku showing up with Takaba Mr. Reality Warping CT in JJK 270 supports my case too I think.)
What does this mean for JJK 268–270?
The battle ended in JJK 268. Of that I'm certain. What I no longer know is if anyone survived.
A common complaint about Sukuna's death is his lack of an afterlife scene. Everything ended so abruptly. And then Megumi wakes up.
It's so jarring in out of place. ...But that's how all scenes involving the space between dreams and reality begin. Sasaki Setsuko "wakes up" once and then again. Most of us have experienced those kind of dreams right? (They made a whole movie about it called Inception which is based on the movie Paprika.)
There's one other thing I need to draw attention to. Yuji's Domain shattered after Sukuna cast Domain Expansion (DE).
When a sorcerer withdraws their domain voluntarily, it does not shatter. Gojo has demonstrated this for us in quite clearly.
When a domain is broken by force, it will shatter and shards will scatter. When a domain is withdrawn, no shards are left behind. Yuta uses these facts as a part of his plan. In JJK 252, it's revealed by Kusakabe that Yuta shatters his own domain on purpose to trick Sukuna into thinking he won.
What this means is that some kind of violent action needs to be taken to shatter a domain. Yuji's domain is massive and his attacks only targeted Sukuna. What could've shattered his domain all at once? He's not had the time to practice shattering parts of it like Yuta.
Gojo has shown us what a uniform domain shattering looks like—it happens when Malevolent Shrine activates. (Please note that the sfx used for Sukuna breaking Gojo's domain is カシャア. It's the same one used for Yuji's domain shattering.)
I'm proposing that we've been in unreality since the end of JJK 266. Sukuna and Yuji are both severely injured, on the verge of death, and have a connection with each other. These are all conditions that trigger the space between dreams and reality.
And I must remind you that Yuji first triggers this event with Todo after a severe head injury. Right before Sukuna casts his domain, they do this to each other.
Everything that has come after has been perfect for Yuji to a unbelievable degree. Everyone whose death was uncertain is alive and the living are getting exactly what they wanted. The effort behind it and the logistics are all missing. And yes a rushed ending can explain that, but that too can be part of the ruse.
Another massive complaint is that mourning has not occurred. Not for Gojo or Choso despite how much Yuji cherished them. It's like they're being willfully forgotten by the cast despite being crucial to their success in Shinjuku. It feels out of character, especially since Yuji is of the few that showed concern for them no matter what.
But if this is a delusion on the brink of death designed to bring happiness, why would Yuji think of the dead? He's always been so avoidant with it. When his grandpa is dying and trying to talk about his parents, Yuji tells him to shut up. When Nanami dies, he thinks of him then and then never again directly leading up to his talk with Sukuna. When Megumi tries to discuss Nobara's fate, Yuji ends the conversation as quickly as possible.
The only people in this world are the ones who may or may not be dead. He saw Yuta in Gojo's corpse. The only way that can happen is if Gojo is dead. Yuji has no choice but to believe it. Choso burned away before his eyes. Yuji has no choice but to believe it. He went through some of Megumi's memories and saw Tsumiki's corpse. Yuji has no choice but to believe it.
And since Tsumiki is the only person Yuji wasn't close with, she's the only death that has been outright acknowledged. But not for too long! That would make Megumi sad.
Another complaint is that Sukuna really didn't kill anyone in the final battle outside of those two and Kashimo. The dudebros call it Disney Kaisen. But the fairytale-like idea that everyone is ok? Todo was the one who put that idea in Yuji's head.
And Yuji has always been one to fall to story-like logic when things look like they're finally wrapping up.
"And then everything will be just fine." (Yuji before the worst possible outcome for both him and Megumi happens.)
This is similar to the line Gakuganji uses in JJK 270. "Everything is fine." This line is the whole reason I sat down and wrote this all out without stopping. I know Gakuganji. He'd never say that. This man has been in a state of worry over Jujutsu Society since his first appearance. He doesn't even fully believe in Gojo's cause as someone who values tradition. He's a stickler for details and will do everything in his power to ensure stability. For him to toss Sukuna and Tengen's remains in a shrine and call it a day? Who is that? He's changed but not that much.
And so I compared the raws.
It is very much the same 大丈夫 (Daijoubu). These are Yuji's words.
What I'm proposing is that JJK 267–270 are Yuji's delusions of the happiest possible ending. It's a picture perfect little end where all the trauma and death has no effect on the living and people move on like nothing happened. I don't know if this means he's dead or if Megumi's dead or if they're all dead. But what I'm seeing now? I don't think it's real.
Reexamining JJK 269
CW: Brief discussion of suicide.
Even if this turns out to be a part of the smokescreen, I'm always going to hate JJK 269. But I do want to give it some grace under the assumption this chapter titled Examination (which can also be translated as Reflection) is about Yuji's guilt. Both him and Megumi's tbh. I think their feelings for each other and their situations are driving these delusions. That's one thing about this space that's real—the feelings behind them.
Yuji has a lot of guilt surrounding his existence after ingesting Sukuna, Megumi does too. Straight up Yuji has been seeking death over it since JJK 9.
He struggles to forgive himself for being the centerpiece to violence he had little to no control over. The only thing that upsets him more than that is knowing that his death will break Megumi's heart. He doesn't want Megumi to feel any guilt for it whatsoever.
The kicker is, Megumi already knows Yuji is planning to die. And he wants to do everything to rid him of that guilt. Up until they connect inside of Yuji's domain, they were unaware they shared the same goal for each other.
And that's what JJK 269 is. It's a very cold and harsh breakdown that allows them to forgive themselves. Blame is passed around and ultimately pinned on a combination of Gojo and Kenjaku. (It's really weird Sukuna isn't blamed either, but that's not the point of this for now.)
Kusakabe's comment is especially harsh. Telling Yuji point blank he should've died and that both sides on the issue were valid? He may have believed that to an extent, but he made a point of not telling it to his face. Why have a whole chapter discussing how kind he is only to turn around and do this?
If this is all a delusion, a manifestation of Yuji's guilt and trying to absolve himself of it for Megumi's sake, that makes sense. This version of Kusakabe is what Yuji feels guilt over the most—Everyone's lives being better if he died.
In the same breath Kusakabe tells them to solely blame the adults. It's very reminiscent of Nanami telling Yuji that being a child is not a sin.
It should also be noted that every single time Megumi tries to apologize for being possessed, he's stopped. Maki tears into Yuta without checking in on him, but she asks if Megumi is ok and tells him to not blame himself. JJK 270 is full of this too. He tries to apologize to Tsumiki at her grave and Shoko tells him not to sweat it. He tries to apologize to Hana and she hits on him instead.
This delusion is crafted out of love. It allows Megumi to live in a world where he can move on from the guilt surrounding his possession and saving Yuji. It's all Yuji has ever wanted for him. And now that Yuji knows Megumi wants him to forgive himself, he has no choice but to do that too.
It's a perfect ending for Megumi that's too good to be true.
It must be a dream...
There's another thing I can't reconcile about JJK 269 unless it's a delusion—Todo's explanation for Yuta's plan. It's another one of those glaring contradictions.
In JJK 269 Todo claims Boogie Woogie can't target Maki. But in JJK 259? Todo makes plans with Mei Mei knowing that it works with her.
Either Todo lied...or Yuji never fully knew the plan and that Boogie Woogie could target Maki. Otherwise she would be dead. Her surviving Sukuna's flames would be impossible.
I've already talked about how Yuji believing those who may or may not be dead are alive is Todo's doing. He's always been the one to save Yuji from his breakdowns. But let's talk about his speech in Shibuya.
"Looking for meaning or logic in death...can at times defile the memories of those we've lost!"
Everyone who has read these past 3 chapters has really felt the defiling of Gojo's memory. And it was all in service to a strange logic that helped them cope with all this death. Acknowledging how massive Gojo's sacrifice was would riddle both Yuji and Megumi with immense guilt, so it's best to ignore it for Megumi's sake. (And perhaps that's why Yuji replaces Gojo in that memory.)
"What have you been entrusted with? You don't need to answer right now. However... Until you find your answer, never stop moving."
In a way, JJK 269 is an answer to the question Todo proposed. Yuji was entrusted with saving Megumi. Saving Megumi requires Megumi and Yuji forgiving themselves. And Yuji won't stop moving until it's done. All these time jumps and rushed developments are Yuji moving Megumi forward. He's getting that happy ending even if it's to the detriment of everything else.
What about Sukuna?
When Sukuna respects his opponents and they have a connection, he gives others these dreams before they pass. He's been very impressed by Megumi since JJK 9. It's not out of the ballpark for him to allow Megumi to die satisfied in the way Gojo did. Yuji also seems to understand that Sukuna was manipulated by others just as much as he was. I think that's why Sukuna is spared of the blame for the most part.
I don't think Sukuna won. He's probably dead. But he did warn Yuji not to underestimate him. I think the worst absolute last fudge you to Yuji he could give is this happy ending dream before ripping it all away as he dies.
In Conclusion...
I'm not sure that we're going to get that happy ending. Reggie Star warned us not too long ago.
"...it all comes down to a sorcerer's lies."
Reggie is a lot like Sukuna here, outwitted by modern sorcerers and dying to someone he loathes. Sukuna is good at tricking people. He let Gojo think he won before tearing it all away. Yuta did the exact same thing to him. Or did he?
"Can you do me a favor? After all, you've killed me. Let fate toy with you, become a clown, then die."
If the last 3 chapters are delusions...Megumi will be playing the part of a clown.
Gege said the manga would end with either 1/4 or 3/4 of Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and Gojo surviving. This of course, could be changed throughout its development, but Gege said the manga is ending in its original vision. There's a real chance that it's only Yuji or Nobara surviving.
Remember, Gege is a troll first and foremost. Somehow Gojo was revived, but in the worst way possible (Yujo). Somehow Gojo did tell Megumi about Toji, but in the worst way possible (dead man's final letter).
Gege also said this about the final chapter:
"I am working hard to create a final chapter that will (hopefully) satisfy as many people as possible who have supported Jujutsu Kaisen. So everyone, please bear with me!"
I can't think of a better way to appease everyone than by making the last 3 chapters nothing more than dream.
Synopsis. “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?”
“Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?”
In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, foursome (but they’re all Satoru + you LMFAO), NSFW, unprotected sex, double penetration, spit-roasting, face-sitting, doggy, missionary, anal, pet names (sweetheart, pretty, babe), oral sex (male + female receiving), overstimulation (female), swearing, slight breeding kink, cum (like lots).
Word count. 3.0k
A/N. A lil' sum while I get on with a 10k arranged marriage fic. H O R N Y >>> actual JJK technicalities.
Jokes, but idc what that technique was, I took that one chapter and ran with it. Art by @_3aem on X.
Cross-posted on AO3
“They just nerfed Naruto in Boruto cuz they knew he’d be too DILF-y.”
“Amen.”
Sprawled out on Satoru’s couch, both of you were fixated on the Naruto episode playing on-screen. It wasn’t anything new for a Friday night. His soft hairs tickling your chin, and legs dangling off the other end of the couch as he lay atop, cuddling you like a 6’3 housecat.
Times like this, it’s easy to forget that your boyfriend constantly bears the burden of being “the strongest”. That is- until Satoru, eyes still locked onto the screen, speaks up “I can do that too, y’know.”
You turn to look at Satoru, “Do what?”
He nods his head towards the screen - now showing young Naruto mastering his iconic technique. “You could call it Shadow Clone Jutsu.” he hums.
Raising a brow, “So you could make tens of thousands of Satoru clones? The world may never know rest.”
Eyes brimming with smugness, he grins “Something like that.”
You cock your head, wanting to know more, “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?”
“Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” he wiggles his brows in a way that would definitely be creepy if it was anyone but Satoru.
“You wish.”
Satoru huffs out a laugh, before going back to using your breasts as his personal cushions. “Not quite clones or holograms, they’re still me. But also not really, y’know?” he murmurs.
“Ahh. No.”
The conversation dwindles into a comfortable silence.
Or so you’d think. But the air was charged with something, and - knowing Satoru - you had an inkling it didn’t bode well for you down there.
As quickly as you suspected, he turns the TV off and turns to you with twinkling eyes.
“Toru...” you reproach.
He whines dramatically, “Come onnnn. Don’t they say the best way to learn is hands-on experience?”
“You just have ulterior motives, Toru.”
“Hell yeah, I do.” he mutters into the valley of your breasts. Satoru peeks at you through his thick lashes, eyes bright with mischief.
How could you say no to those eyes? And, well, you’d be lying if you said that the idea of multiple Satorus didn’t make your pussy clench in excitement.
That’s how you found yourself here.
Shirts thrown across the room and splayed out on Satoru’s overpriced silk bed sheets. You gasp in pleasure as he leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, he rocks into you, pushing you deeper into the plush bed. Your pussy drips with anticipation as you feel the outline of his rock-hard cock straining against his sweatpants.
Hooking two fingers under your waistband, he swiftly pulls off your panties along with your shorts. “Already so wet and ready f’me…” he groans out. Quickly shuffling your bodies around, “C’mon sweetheart.”
Now, Satoru knows he has a pretty face - too well, in fact, he uses it to his advantage to get his way with you too much. And he thinks there’s nothing that makes his face prettier than you on it.
It’s why he has you bent over and straddling his head. The tighter you squeeze him, the better.
One arm holds you in place while the other spreads your folds. Satoru teases your entrance with a finger, gathering your wetness before popping it into his mouth. He groans sinfully as he tastes you. “Fuck- always so good for me.”
You slowly put your weight onto him, failing against the strong arm that pulls you to sit on him properly.
Satoru moans around your cunt as he finally dives nose-deep into it. Languidly, he licks long stripes against your folds, purposefully catching your clit in the process. “Hah- Fuck. Toru, more!”
Satisfied with your whines, he finally slides his tongue inside your dripping pussy, fucking you with his mouth till his cock twitches for friction.
You notice, and urgently shuffle his sweatpants down. Satoru’s cock stands achingly hard, precum dripping enticingly along the vein on the side of it. You lean down to kiss the shaft, delighting in his noises that send vibrations down to your clit.
As you take his blushing red head into your mouth, Satoru increases his abuse on your cunt.
You arch your back further into his face - moaning around his thick cock. He starts fucking into your mouth steadily, forcing you to take more and more of his length. Drool drips down the corners of your mouth, “Mmm Toru- Feels so good.”
If one Satoru makes you feel this good…what would two feel like?
As if reading your mind - you wouldn’t be surprised if he actually could - Satoru pulls away slightly, ropes of spit still connecting him to you.
“Ready, sweetheart?” he murmurs lowly, hot breath making your cunt quiver.
And before you can respond, the hairs on your body raise as the air stills with the crackle of jujutsu. You remove yourself from Satoru’s cock with a wet pop! Looking up to see…those cerulean eyes.
Another set.
“Toru…” you drone out, turning behind to glare at Satoru - who was now placing innocent kisses to your dripping pussy. His eyes peek out with visible amusement, “Jus’ say the word and I’ll stop.”
Satoru knew he had you cornered. He’d fully felt the way your walls clenched around his tongue once you saw the other version of him. This was going to be fun.
Harshly rolling his tongue against your clit, he lightly smacks your ass - signaling you to pay attention to the other Satoru in front of you now.
So you do.
It was quite surreal seeing an exact copy of your boyfriend grinning down devilishly at you. He cups the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. “Don’t be scared, pretty. It’s jus’ me.”
At first, you were unsure of what to do, the only thing you know being that - clone or not - this one was just as well-endowed as your boyfriend.
Experimentally, you press soft kisses to his hot tip, relishing in his drawn-out groan. You take him in deeper, tonguing the slit in the way you knew your boyfriend liked. “Yeah- Jus’ like that.”
He tightens his grip on your head. Pumping your Satoru with one hand, you use the other to steady yourself as your mouth gets used as the other’s own personal fucktoy.
Shit. This was heaven.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you pull away, “Hngh- Toru, feels so fucking good.” Mewling at the stimulation on your cunt as well as the depravity of the act, you grind your hips deeper into Satoru’s mouth - searching for your high.
Soon, you feel that familiar snap in your stomach. Satoru uses his fingers to spread your lips as you cum all over his tongue. He laps up your juices with lewd squelching sounds as his clone fucks your face deeper. Nose meeting his snowy white pubes and balls hitting your chin, you choke from both the position and Satoru’s relentless tongue.
“Yeah, cum all over my tongue, sweetheart.”
You ride out your high on Satoru’s pretty face, slick spreading all over his mouth and nose. With a final kiss to your cunt, he shifts your legs and moves to tower over from behind.
Removing yourself from the other’s cock, you look over your shoulder to see your boyfriend sensually pumping himself, readying to enter your eager pussy.
“Hey now, eyes on me, pretty.” A long finger moves your chin so that you face the Satoru in front of you. Seems that no matter what, every Satoru was a little possessive over you.
He rubs his dripping tip on your face, smearing his precum as a gloss before fucking into your mouth once more.
Almost at the same time, Satoru fully rams his cock inside your pussy without any warning, tip kissing your cervix.
“Shit. Always taking me in so good, sweetheart.” he huffs out as your walls flutter around his length.
You groan loudly around the cock in your mouth, partly from the pain of being unprepared and partly from the pleasure of getting what you wanted the most - both ends filled by your loving boyfriend.
Your eyes were dazed as you stare doe-eyed up at the Satoru that was plunging into your mouth mercilessly - the other fucking your hole at a similar pace. Strangled yelps leave your mouth as his balls sinfully slap against your clit.
The room fills with loud, wet noises, and the slapping of skin. Both Satorus hunch over you in pleasure, muscles rippling. Your cunt quivers in an almost-animalistic way at the small grunts falling from their pretty lips.
You whine as he finds that one spot inside you which makes you see stars every time his hips meet yours. One hand - you were too far gone to recognize whose - reaches under you to draw harsh circles on your clit.
Tears spring to your eyes at the sheer overstimulation, and you rock your hips to meet his powerful cadence. One of your hands reaches for the other’s hip for stability, nose meeting his pelvis nails dragging along the soft skin. He grips your hair tighter, lips bitten and swollen at the stimulation.
From the way your pussy was clenching, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were cumming again.
Now, throughout his life, Satoru has been called crazy many times. Crazy powerful, crazy handsome (in front of the mirror), and just downright mad. But it’s right about now - watching as you choke and cry around his own dick as he plows into you from behind - that he truly thinks he just might actually be a little crazy.
Slowing to shallow rocks, he focuses on his technique.
Satoru basks in amusement when your whines of disappointment at his slowing pace die down as you register the tugging and sucking on your nipples from below.
You gasp as you break away from the Satoru in front of you and look down, breath catching in your chest as you realize that your boyfriend has conjured up another clone of himself.
He was going to be the death of you.
“Pay attention, sweetheart.” you hear from behind you as Satoru starts up his relentless rhythm once more, hand now moving to squeeze and spread your ass.
You knew where this was going, and you didn’t mind it one bit.
The stretch of your cunt as it adapted to Satoru’s length burned almost as much as your nipples as his clone continued to bite and tease them. “Feels good, babe?” he sighs around your breasts. Yet your whines of pleasure are quickly muffled by the flushed tip kissing your lips once more.
“Hope you didn’t forget about me, pretty.”
“More- Hngh, Toru!” you whine, not sure which Satoru you were addressing anymore . All three of them speed up their motions, the pleasure from all points pushing you over the edge.
You as you cum fast and hard.
But your Satoru(s) don’t let you have a moment’s rest as your orgasm is quickly overshadowed by your boyfriend’s hands on your ass. Teasingly drawing circles around the rim. You shiver, hole quivering at the cold feeling of his saliva hitting you.
His cock still ramming into your abused cunt, Satoru enters a finger into your ass. Using his spit and your slick from before to stretch you out till he’s satisfied. “Fuck- Taking me so good, sweetheart.” he moans out at the sight of you being stretched out from all ends by him and only him.
You continue mewling as the pleasure overtakes you. He was going to ruin you.
Half-delirious from all the stimulation, you barely hear the lowly “Ready, babe?” from below you before Satoru pulls out and suddenly you’re flipped. Easily manhandled by your boyfriend, your head lolls against his replica’s strong shoulder as you’re caressed from three sides once more.
“Feeling alright, sweetheart?” your boyfriend rasps from above. Now hot and bothered once more from how your loving boyfriend was using you like a ragdoll, you gasp out “Yeah, Toru. Need you so bad.”
“Oh yeah?” he grins, lining himself up with your pulsing pussy. “Tell me how badly you want me in all your tight lil’ holes.”
You choke out a sob at the way your Satoru was teasing your folds with his thick cock. “So bad- Need you so bad Toru. Want you to fill me up everywhere.”
Arching your back, you grind your ass against the furiously hard cock prodding at your asshole. Hearing choked gasps from below you, your pussy clenches in anticipation around nothing. To Satoru, your arousal is almost palpable - as strong as the cursed technique in the air surrounding you two.
And that seems to be what finally makes Satoru snap before he sheathes himself entirely in your dripping cunt. Your strangled moans are cut off by the other Satoru slowly bullying himself into your other hole.
“Ah- Ah!” you yelp in both pain and pleasure as you’re stretched to your limits. You feel full. So full. You were going to snap - like a rubber band - and your boyfriend was going to be reveling in his success. The man in question furrows his brows, groaning at the sweet feeling of his pretty lil’ girlfriend being so tight.
A single tear streaming down your face is gently brushed away as a pair of muscular thighs come to rest beside your face. “Shhh, pretty. You can take it.”
Both of them start moving carefully.
Satoru would never admit it, but feeling his own dick stretch you out twofold has been a little fantasy tucked in a deep, dark corner of his mind ever since he realized the nefarious purposes his technique could be used for.
He could feel his other version pumping into you from behind as he ruts into your cunt mindlessly. The friction mixed with the gummy wetness of your pussy was mind-blowing - fuck, he really should have watched Naruto with you sooner.
Satoru gazes at you through half-lidded eyes as you press kittenish pecks to his clone’s cock above you. You stare right into your boyfriend’s eyes as you take the length into your mouth once more, inch by inch. Nose meeting his pelvis.
Shit. Satoru feels like he could pass out - whether from seeing the sinful image of all your holes filled by him or from the excessive use of his cursed technique, he doesn’t question. Your walls flutter, struggling to take him both.
Fuck, he really feels like he’s gonna explode.
Satoru pulls out fully before harshly thrusting into you once more, keeping up a pace that has his abs burning and you struggling for air. He sees another tear fall delicately down your cheek.
“My girl takes me so well, huh? Fuck. Made jus’ for me, sweetheart.”
The air was stagnant with the smell of sex and jujutsu.
All three Satorus thrust into you fiercely, the bed creaking furiously. Satoru has half a mind to worry about whether it would break down in the middle of all this. How inconvenient that would be, he’s so close.
It was animalistic, the way you could just sit there and take it as your boyfriend used you in all sorts of ways you never deemed possible.
You’re pretty sure your body is completely bruised and raw at this point. Eyes fluttering shut, tears cling to your lashes as you’re filled up. Your brain, as well as your holes, were overwhelmed with only Satoru Satoru Satoru. If your mouth wasn’t suckling on his length, you’re sure you’d be screaming loud enough for Satoru’s neighbor’s to file a noise complaint.
Good. So good.
Feeling that sharp tug on your stomach again, your legs flail as you steadily reach your climax. Held down by three sets of large hands - all caressing you relentlessly in various ways - you finally cum with an exhausted whimper.
Brain foggy and eyes unfocused, you barely feel the twitch of Satoru’s cock.
With a throaty moan, all three versions of your boyfriend cum - not one pulling out. Your senses are overtaken as Satoru doesn’t relent his pace, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into your abused pussy.
Ah- He felt he was gonna fuck another Gojo into you. Carry on his legacy. Shut those old cows up about a Gojo heir.
You’d look so round and beautiful with his kids.
“Only I get to cum in this pussy.” he drawls out as he keeps rutting his sensitive cock into you. Low whines get stuck in his throat as he loses himself in the feeling of your tight walls coated in his semen. His other versions were also at their limit, shooting out thick streams of cum to paint your face and ass.
You were so beautiful like this. Fucked out and covered in his seed.
His and only his.
As you slowly come to your senses, the first thing you feel is wet. Not from your own slick, but from Satoru’s thick cum - it was everywhere, decorating your lips, your tits, all the way down to your holes below.
The second thing you feel is raw. You weren’t too sure anymore that you’d be able to make it to that family dinner tomorrow, Satoru had absolutely gone all out tonight.
Laying there, willing yourself to move, you flinch as something soft and wet touches your legs. “Shhh…easy there, sweetheart. Get some rest, I’ll take care of it.” you hear the soothing whisper of your one and only boyfriend.
You muster up the strength to look up and see his gentle smile. “Rest.” he breathes out as he continues to wipe you down. In the back of your mind you register the distinct lack of the other presences of your boyfriend.
“T-Toru...” you were too fucked up to formulate proper sentences.
“Shhh it’s okay.”
At his tender whispers, you easily drift into a fatigued sleep. You dream of shadow clones and blue, blue skies.
Waking up after your brief nap, you find yourself dressed and cuddled by Satoru on a fresh set of sheets. “You okay?” he mutters in-between innocent pecks to your bruised lips.
At your affirmative nod, he probes further “Learn anything about my technique?”
“Absolutely not.” you sigh, pulling him in closer. As you snuggle into the crook of his neck, you almost miss the devious grin spreading across his face.
“Then…wanna try six next time?”
A/N. No Part 2 till I figure out better ways to differentiate these bitches LMAO.
synopis: Gojo is a bad teacher, but it doesn't matter when you're his favorite girl
pairing: teacher!gojo! x student!reader! content: dark content, MDNI (18+ ONLY), smut, nsfw, dubcon/noncon, teacher-student relationship, fem! reader, porn with a plot, fingering, degradation, protected sex, pussy drunk Gojo, dirty talk, age gap, obsession wc: 5k
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From day one, Satoru knew you’d bring him trouble. You were, by no means, a saint, but with a skill good enough to fool others, you might as well have looked like one.
In a way, you did remind him all too much of his own younger self, perhaps what made him adore you so much. Too much.
He could only try and deny it for so long, but the more he did, the harder it weighted on him. Besides, was it really so bad that he craved you, now that you were all grown up? From all your stages of maturing, this one surely has become his personal preference.
You were, what he’d call an epitome of a woman. To him, you were everything a woman should be.
You were fucking perfect.
He never lacked self awareness on how fucked up it truly was, considering not even months ago you were barely legal, still technically are.
But nothing could help this madness, especially not when you’d be just so damn sweet. Asking about his well being, you cared for your old man this much, right?
Leaving behind those adorable colorful scribbles - little drawings of him, each of them staying safely secured in his drawer, although they weren’t exactly meant for him, but it still counted, didn’t it?
It was bad enough that he wanted you. Hard enough to pretend like he didn’t have all those lingering thoughts about you, hard enough to keep up the facade around everyone else.
Satoru Gojo is the strongest, but not invincible. He’s still just a man.
And he knew, he knew you made everything even more aggravating for him, all deliberately. Because as much as he wanted to keep telling himself you were oblivious to the turmoil you created in his life, he knew better than that.
Above all, you were a cunning girl. One that wanted a piece of him for her own.
Capable of understanding the meaning of his lingering gaze, of those subtle touches. Satoru secretly hoped you’d make him stop, tell him he’s the bad guy, feel repulsed by the idea of a grown man doting for you.
Tell me I’m a monster, please. Hit me, yell at me, push me away and don’t let me get close.
You didn’t. It was already bad enough he wanted you, but even worse now that he could actually have you.
Still, he could never actually wish to be away, not when you were a literal dream come true, a perfect, sweet dream.
A dream he keeps on coming back to, a truth he wouldn’t deny. It was too late for him to keep all that hidden, but hey, maybe he didn’t want to? No, he wanted you, he craved you, he imagined you every night. Every single night.
Whispering your name as if it’d save him, in the dead of the night, it was you, only you.
And you made it so fucking easy to get you. You were too willing.
He didn’t expect that from a third year student. He didn’t expect it from anyone, for that matter, but there you were, daring him to make a move.
Take me, and I’ll let you. I’ll be good, promise.
The temptation was enough to pull him down the moment he gave into it. He knew it was wrong, taboo, forbidden.
Everyway there was, it was a mistake. But who was he kidding?
Satoru was a fool. A fool for you. For that pretty face, that body, perfect in each of it's imperfections. You were the most priceless thing he had ever set his eyes on, and he knew it, he felt it inside his core. His heart swelled whenever he looked at you.
He knew; every time he touched you in a way only lover could, every kiss he’d press against your soft flesh. You were his crave and need, a delusion he’d never wake up from. A dream he’d never want to part with.
Despite the taboos and the wrongs, he didn't feel it that way. You were the epitome of gratification, and he got to taste you, to hold you, to make sweet love to you.
In the beginning it was all forbidden, but forbidden always tastes sweeter. You knew it too, didn't you?
Each glance and each stolen kiss was done carefully, carefully yet passionately, Satoru wanted you so bad. He knew your body, your mindset, your weaknesses and strengths.
It was more than just lust, Satoru cared for you, adored you. He wanted to be there for you, love you.
He loved the idea of having you.
A sweet, stolen kiss in an empty classroom, then another during practise while your peers fell too distracted to notice the lingering hand of the older man on the small of your back, those stolen moments became a routine.
Kissing you there, his hips teasing against your behind, rubbing rhythmically, before once again pulling himself a respectable distance away.
He was a deviant, a pervert, but you were worth it all.
Satoru was apologetic towards you, but at the same time greedy. He wanted to take all of you, he desired you so much.
Every now and then, he couldn’t help it. He was getting careless too quickly.
Satoru could feel himself getting hard, it was almost painful. He had a reason to be scared, it was madness he was taking part in.
He never wanted to stop, he wanted more. More of you, more of your lips, more of your touch, more of every inch of your body.
He started going out of his way to see you, always finding those opportunities. Even if it was only for a cup of tea together. He found a reason, an excuse, just to touch you. He loved how you’d laugh, your infectious laughter was something he hoped to never forget.
It was worse that the thought of getting caught drove him deeper into his desire, although it wouldn’t take a genius to figure it out anyway. Everyone thought you two were too close for it not to come out, sooner or later. He’d have to atone for every moment he had with you in the past, in front of the dean, if it ever came to that.
He couldn’t resist you, though, he was and would always be a selfish man.
In love with a fuckin’ student.
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Satoru was the one who taught you the meaning of pleasure. Each touch deliberated purely to satisfy you, the man was nothing less than a god in bed. He’d make you scream out his name, over and over, every single time, wanting only him. Pushing you towards ecstasy, each touch more intimate than the last.
Nobody could hold a candle to him, no one.
As if that wasn't enough, he'd wrap you up in his arms, a man who was 1.5 times your size, and you loved it. Basking in his smell, skin, everything.
There was no way to deny the thrill of forbidden, as you'd sneak out every chance given, only to find yourself in a mess of heat behind the closed door in crannies of building.
Places where anyone could walk in to, really, and reveal the dirty secret you took pride in keeping, the thought almost making you sink in guilt. Almost.
Because the guilt would always downsize as he’d capture your lips in a heated kiss, pressing his warmth against you flush, keeping all those sane thoughts far away from your worries.
“Sir,” your breathed ragged in your chest, teeth sinking into your lower lip in futile attempt to keep quiet, feeling a wave of giddiness wash over you. Your breath only hitched more as his palm slowly brushed over your neck, teasing the skin of your jawline, demanding more out of the open mouthed kiss that tangled both your tongues.
“I really-“ taking a sharp breath in as his grip switched to your hair, palming the back of your head, swallowing down each word with generous flickers of his warm muscle, slowly washing away all the resistance you had in your mind.
Because even if you knew it was wrong, you could not dismiss the fact that the man in front of you had to be the most breathtaking one you ever got to be in presence of, and now having his whole attention, made it nearly impossible to think normally. “should get going” your words felt half-assed as you whimpered into his passion, a blunt lie in the light of you gripping his jacket on both sides, doing a poor job at pulling him away, instead welcoming his touch with undeniable eagerness.
You could hear him click his tongue at your hesitance, rolling his eyes playfully beneath the blindfold he wore, as if you could see it.
Even if you couldn’t, his eyes never left your face anyway.
The glossy lips of your own throbbed, but you didn't want him to leave, only letting him inch you further into an empty classroom, away from prying eyes.
"Hush now," using his finger to trace along your jawline, following the curve of your cheekbone down to your chin where he rested his thumb against your plump lips, Satoru had no problem shushing you down. "you can skip one period, no biggie"
His voice carried just the right amount of gentleness mixed with command that always managed to calm any storm brewing inside you whenever it targeted you specifically.
You sighed deeply, closing your eyes, letting him guide you back towards normalcy—or at least attempting to regain control over yourself. "and i told you to call me by my name," his words made it sound as if you were insulting him, that childish man.
But in his defence, it did struck as weird having you call him with formalities in privacy, especially considering he had you bend over his desk more times than you'd like to admit - or was appropriate, if it was at all.
Despite knowing better than to enjoy these moments, there was something comforting about being close to him like this, feeling his warmth radiating through the thin fabric separating you. His touch alone had the power to quieten the chaos raging within you, replacing it with a strange sense of peacefulness and acceptance.
Seeing you lean into him, unable to resist anymore, brought out another side of him; the perverted one. His fingers traced downwards along your shoulders, slipping beneath your uniform to cup one of your breasts lightly through the bra.
His voice lowered further, almost a whisper now. "Look at you though... so innocent, yet so fucking tempting." His words sent shivers down your spine, making you squirm slightly beneath his hold as he continued to knee your chest with his palm, deliberately working his way through the buttons of your shirt, letting it fall to the floor with little to no care.
Sighing in delight as his eyes drew to the plump of your chest, his hand gripping tentatively around the dip of your waist, forcing your belly to come in contact with his. "And to think, I thought I had seen it all.'' With practised ease, he tugged gently on one strap of your bra, revealing your perky breast, thumb circling over the nipple, watching as it hardened beneath his ministrations, begging for his attention.
He leaned closer once more, lips brushing against yours, demanding entrance even though you tried to protest him verbally. This kiss felt different from their usual ones.
More possessive, more hungry.
His hand moved lower, sliding up your thigh, stopping just short of reaching the hem of your skirt, brushing it upwards the curve of your hip, getting himself a good view of pink laced panties that only added up to the sweetness of it all.
You said you loved pink on me, so I’ll wear it always, for you.
His eyes, they always seemed to be drunk on you. The constant flutter never left them, even covered. And as you tried to resist, as you tried to push him away, he effortlessly pulled you back closer each time.
"Shhh," he shushed again, pressing the pad of his thumb on your lips, silencing any further attempts to speak, “you’re making me crazy, don’t do that, I know we are meant to leave, but damn, I can’t...I can’t stop myself, how can you?”
His hands explored your back, leaving not a single part of your skin untouched.
“Now let’s just have an hour, okay?" he intimated. His lips found yours, his tongue bringing you to life, "Let me love you."
Grabbing a handful of your ass, Satoru savored in the feeling of his fingers digging into it's fat, a smirk growing on his face, eyes flickering with lust before locking onto the lingerie piece that barely contained your pussy hidden from his view.
His thumb teased over the edge of it intentionally, the wetness soaking through slowly. "Ugh, you're so damp already."
Your lips gradually found its way towards his adam’s apple, sucking a patter against his throat with intensity Satoru could greatly appreciate.
The greed of this man knew no limits, and with his eagerness to be pleased and show you how needy he is to be bashed in your attention, his whimpers slipped out shamelessly.
"You're killing me," There was nothing better than hearing his whines grow needier, grasping onto your hips more firmly, tugging you closer as if hoping for more of you in order to alleviate the unbearable ache rapidly spreading throughout his body.
Yet, he refrained, knowing better than to take what he wanted, it was about the chase; it was about the buildup, until finally you'd explode in his hands, like a candy bomb.
His jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight, his cock was desperate for release. The need was getting to him, and he could no longer conceal his groan when another wave of lust traveled through his body. "Gonna cum in my pants if you keep doing that," Satoru chuckled sheepishly, feeling your warm breath against his skin as you suckled at the sensitive spot under his jaw.
The heat from your mouth added to his already rising arousal, causing his pants to feel tighter than before, aching in it's awkward confinement. With a last peck on his throat, you reached a steady hand to pull off his blindfold, instantly met with those baby blue orbs already looking at you.
Grinding into your pelvis, corded veins at his neck stood out in relief to the passion shared between you. The sound of his heart pounding directly against your ear coordinating with your lungs visibly surging in and out, attempting to keep up with the new rhythm your bodies had established.
His other hand traced down your spine, rubbing little circles on the side of your knee until he found the back of it, then pushed up gently but firmly, spreading you open for him.
Dipping down for another heated kiss, his tongue pressed against your bottom lip, groaning at the contact, the vibration of it making it's way to the tips of your toes.
He looked like he was in pain and his breathing was harsh and unsteady.
His free hand reached around your waist, pulling you closer until you were half on his lap, half leaning back against the table, all while placing soft kisses along his jawline, sucking gently at the skin where it was most tender.
Fishing underneath your legs, he placed you on his desk with a hard thud, roughed up palms massaging over your quadriceps, preying your thighs open for his eager eyes.
His other hand continued its journey northward, lifting one of your legs over his hip, making sure both feet were firmly planted on the wooden surface.
Your skirt rode up higher, exposing more flesh then you should feel comfortable with, hands grasping in a futile attempt at his uniform jacket, as if begging for reconsideration.
But there was none, at least not while his fingers slid the edge of your panties aside, groaning in delight at the sight of your swollen pussy lips.
Stunned silence filled the empty classroom as he stepped away, admiring the vision in front of him: You, completely exposed and ready for him to devour.
He knew how much you hated being exposed in broad daylight, but there was something about it that drove him insane with lust. The way you squirmed beneath his hand, begging for him and yet so unwilling to give yourself completely was a sight that almost made him cum then and there.
Ignoring any lingering doubts or morals, he slid his thumb over your labia, spreading it slightly to find you already hotter than he expected. Wetter too, slick with anticipation as you moaned his name.
His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of your dripping entrance; he couldn't help but groan deeply, tongue running across his lips in anticipation.
"Look at this pretty pussy, pretty leaking all over my hand," he teased, leaning closer again, his face mere inches away from yours as he spoke. His breath tickled across your neck, sending shivers coursing through your veins.
“Gojo” you huffed, squirming in your seat from embarrassment, your cheeks glowing red while you tried to title your head away.
Seeing your uneasiness made him shudder, a wide grin spreading over his features, dimples appearing along with a short snicker from his side. “I know.”
With infinite care, his thumb brushed against the small entrance, feeling it pulse and tighten at his touch.
As if in a response to your words, he started to rub up and down, paying extra attention to your pearl, rubbing it gently, causing you to whimper, when his middle finger slipped inside, dipping deeper in with a slight twist, feeling the wet walls around his digit, holding onto him like they were never going to part.
Unable to handle it anymore, you pushed weakly against his chest, trying to force him off, only for your hips to rise to meet his finger, betraying your own self-control, as his thumb started to circle your clit, increasing the pressure with each circle until you were shuddering slightly beneath him.
His fingers dipped into you, feeling how slick you were from your arousal, watching how you succumbed to his touch, even as he squeezed your hip, occasionally pinching the fat, letting his gaze venture up to your eyes that were half-lidded from pleasure.
His lips grazed your neck, nibbling softly and leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin, rubbing your thigh slightly rougher than intended as his eyes greedily examined the treasure laid out for his viewing pleasure.
His finger poked at the entrance of your pussy again, observing your wetness, in awe of the tiny pearls of slickness lining it. His cock throbbed with an intensity he could barely contain, knowing full well what lies ahead of him.
But patience won over, spreading your folds with great interest, examining the size and insides as he traced each one of them. Satoru loved the way you were, and his eyes rewarded in the rare sight of seeing all those goodies.
Every single twitch of your muscles around his digit, every whimper from you egging him on further, made him harder each second.
Pressing a firm hand against his desk, Satoru leaned his body weight impossibly closer to you, thriving in the sight of his fingers sliding in and out of you which was more than enough to douse his cock in pre-cum. His balls drew up tightly against his body, a strange combination of relief and frustration washing over him.
Parting your mouth in a breathless gasp, your thighs spread further, encouraged by the guilty pleasure the man had you going through. You were enjoying it too much, feeling him thumbing at that sensitive spot inside of you, making you gasp into his mouth. Surely it was obvious how much this was all getting to you?
He added another finger inside you then, causing another spike of pleasure-turned that lodged deep in your core.
"I’m never getting tired of this," purring into your ear, he moved his fingers faster, thrusting deeper each time until he felt your walls wrap around each digit - an indication of approval from this tight pussy of yours.
Yelping against his lips at the sudden change of pace, your head fell back, your eyes wide with surprise.
Another wave of desire gnawed at him as he thrusted again; this time rougher than before. You cried out against his mouth, your hands digging into his uniform jacket, gripping his shoulders in attempt to ground yourself, begging for mercy on one hand and more on the other.
Biting down on his own lower lip, his free hand travelled up to your neck, pulling you close once again as he started kissing along your throat again, each touch sending another wave of pleasure cascading through your body.
Managing to choke out quiet pleads, you tried to keep your voice steady yet failing as it cracked, your fingers coming to hold onto his forearm, slightly dragging your nails over it.
"Sir please” your words had him let out a dry laugh, amused in the way you’d still call him by formalities, even in the state he got you in- breathing out laboured sighs, arching your hips with a low mewl, looking at him through wet lashes.
“Just a moment,,” he cooed, feeling your walls milk each of his long digits, wanting to prop you so you’d be able to accommodate him later on without much trouble. "I'm considerate of your pussy, see, you should be glad.” he mumbled into your hair, gradually stopping the movement of his digits.
“Now, you were so eager before,” Gripping the curves of your ass firmly, adjusting position so that you were sitting right on edge with thighs wide open for him, Satoru murmured, taking pleasure in shaking you up “undress me?”
Maintaining eye contact with you, he rummaged around his pants, retrieving a condom, all while letting your trembling hands unclasp his belt, getting through the layers of clothes, pants and underwear, letting him relax for a moment while observing the sight of your need before him.
Satoru took his time tearing open the foil package carefully, rolling protection onto his throbbing member, watching your eyes follow it's path.
You took deep breaths whilst attempting to maintain eye contact - always important when having eyes closed could mean the end.
You could tell how much he was holding back; it was clear as day on his face, clenching those jaw muscles and grinding his teeth together while trying not to let out too much noise.
His eyes met yours for what felt like an eternity, slapping his angry red tip against your pussy lips teasingly before pushing into you slowly in clean motion.
You could melt then and there; he matched pace with each thrust, making sure not to hurt you, lightly kissing across collarbone and shoulder blades while he anchored himself with one hand firmly on your hip, the other adjusted his length once more at your entrance.
Your walls were tight, but his size was insistent-pushing its way deep inside you without any hesitation.
"There we go, nice and slow," he leaned down between thrusts, his lips catching yours in a bruising kiss-half demanding half apologetic.
His own pants echoed around the empty classroom, until both of you found a comfortable rhythm, just like he liked best- deep and sensual.
"Clamping around my dick like it's yours, huh," he huffed out a groan after several thrusts, voice cracking under the pressure. "your pussy was made for me, fucking perfect."
His hands moved upwards tracing the scar on your back while kissing parts of your neck intensely.
You were overwhelmed- savoring every touch and thrust while still feeling guilty about it all which drove him further into insanity, making him thrust deeper, filling every inch inside out until only his balls slapped against the base of your ass.
With each brush of his hips, you felt equal parts violation and ecstasy intertwining within. A small voice told you he had lost control henceforth, but it was drowned out by lust and need - needs he seemed eager to fulfil in every possible way, grunting between heavy breaths, pulling back slightly before plunging into you once more.
“Do your best to take it all baby," he groaned before burying himself deeper within you; your body felt like it was consumed by him entirely for an instance.
His free hand moved to your hair again, tugging slightly so your head titled back, giving him a perfect view of the way your neck arched elegantly. A simple show of submission that only made his cock twitch in need.
His growl was a mix of pleasure and dominance as he thrust hard enough against the table beneath him, making you both gasp slightly.
"Feel good?" He asked hoarsely, watching your pupils dilate and your mouth slightly parted - a sure sign of being on the edge.
You nodded blissfully, reaching between your legs to spread your labia with both pointing and middle finger, letting him create a more fluid tempo. "y-yeah, its, fuck-"
Your brain felt too high on pleasure to actually think of an answer, reduced to short and mindless blabbers, not that he cared anyway.
Your back arched into his touch, looking at those baby blue's all love sick, and if Satoru didn't know any better, he'd assume its only you being cock drunk, which still was the case. "hah, s'feels good yeah"
But there was time yet; he didn't want this to end too soon... he wanted you screaming his name in sheer bliss before he could let go himself - he needed it more than anything.
Clasping down on your hips again, his kisses traveled lower on your neck, sucking gently before moving up once more, his tongue exploring exposed skin between each thrust.
With each thrust he watched how inflamed yet sensitive smile remained plastered upon your face from sheer delight, not leaving any part untouched until every last ounce had been taken.
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Even the strongest has his weaknesses. Especially if one of them is persistent on getting him deeper into madness. The thing is, Satoru really doesn’t mind letting you ruin him in the process of it.
He’s after all, a simple man, and if reduced to his primal needs, well, there’s only one thing he really craves.
And he'd count down each pass by second, waiting for the next small opportunity to come. He may not be the most patient, but never enough not to wait for you. Even if he wasn’t aware of what you were up to most days, that wasn't an issue, he knew you'd always come back regardless. You were never gone for too long. He didn’t really want you to, either.
Standing near the training field, he busied himself with supervising the first year students, arms crossed over his chest, stripped out of his usual uniform attire to a simple dress shirt, your favorite, he knew, perhaps why he chose to take off his jacket in the first place. Not because of the heat. Just so you’d see him and maybe, maybe-
“Wasn't expecting to run into you here, sir,” There it was, and although he knew it was coming long before he even felt your familiar presence, he still acted surprised, because why wouldn’t he?
“Something on your mind?” your question made him bark out a laugh, as if you didn’t know what was on his mind already. It always surprised him how natural you could act in public, it was nothing but a beautiful act on display. Your words were all sugarcoated lies, and he knew that very well. Still, he’d entertain you by going along, and would let you have fun as long as you wanted.
He’d never been able to get enough of your presence anyway, breathing the same air as him, sometimes it's all it too to forget the heavy stuff and just enjoy it, or you.
"Hm?" Letting out a soft chuckle, his gaze never strayed from you, giving you his undivided attention.
Turning on his heel, Satoru made sure to block his students' view, facing you while his back provided a shield from others who might have witnessed the exchange between him and you. “No, not really,” A teasing glint was now going through his eyes, leaning his face closer to yours, just a small breath away from yours. “nothing you'd need to know of, anyway.”
A grin spread over his features involuntarily as he teased you, hands coming to rest on both sides of his hips, as you pouted at him, frustrated with his dismiss.
You were bold enough to engage him even with others nearby. He’d fuck the shit out of you later for it.
“You going back to others, or do you need something more?” He asked, reaching a hand to squeeze you by your waist, his thumb gliding down to your lower back, wiggling his eyebrows, daringness now evident.
Satoru couldn’t deny you your silly little games, but who was to say he wouldn’t indulge in one of his own? That's what made it fun, after all. Playing coy yet unapologetic, and crossing boundaries neither of you should.
“Satoru,” nibbling on your lower lip, you creased your brows, almost warningly, more than so, provocatively. The one day he can’t have you to the side, you decide to use his name. Cliché.
His laugh was low, sultry and newfound as he looked at you. “You're not trying to get me in trouble, are you?” Satoru asked, his voice filled with dark amusement. Cadence and tone telling you everything you needed to know.
“No sir. I wouldn’t think such way.” you puffed out your cheeks, attempting to look more innocent than you were. Liar, you and him were both aware of that.
His eyes slowly drifted downwards, taking in every inch of your body—your chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric, the slight curve of your stomach, and those enticing thighs that seemed to call out to him. His free hand reached out, tracing lightly over your abdomen before stopping at your waist like the other.
“I swear, I can’t keep my eyes off from you,” he whispered, his voice smoky, not as loud as he usually speaks. "It’s almost a problem. Pity I can’t think about anything else but you, right?"
The man had audacity, but so did you.
Glancing over his shoulder to reassure no one was looking, you let your fingers trace a slow path down his chest, stopping just above his belt buckle. "You're the one who's always flaunting yourself around here like a goddamn peacock. Why should I be the only one suffering?"
And it did things to him, you know it did because the man was a whore for attention, especially one you were able to grant him.
Groaning softly, his eyes drifted shut momentarily as he relished the feeling of your touch on his skin. "Because I'm your teacher, and it's my job to torment you, silly girl," he muttered, and it was your turn to laugh now.
“Oh, really?” Reaching out, he brushed a loose strand of hair away from your forehead, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "Well, aren't you lucky?" You retorted back, arching your eyebrows in mock surprise, flaunting your chest, as if to provoke him further.
A slow, seductive smile spread across his lips as he stepped closer, his imposing presence looming over you, making you feel small yet desired. His erection made a visible tent in his pants, straining against the fabric.
"Oh, I'm lucky alright," he humored, reaching up to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.
As he spoke, he continued massaging your scalp, his fingers moving from your hairline downwards, tracing slow circles near the base of your skull where nerves concentrated heavily.
He’s already trespassing by even standing so close to you, but lately, you had him be reckless more than ever.
Heat crept up his face as you cupped his cock, the tip of it straining against his pants. He hissed as you stroked it through the material, head throwing back in frustration.
"T-the luckiest" a scoff left his mouth in attempt cover up the pleasure seeping through his veins, the corner of his mouth twitch nervously with each breaths he took, hand cupping your waist in the same manner your own wrapped around his crotch, giving it a good squeeze as you grinned into his face.
He knew it was wrong. He couldn't deny it, nor did he want to. It was already established long ago he was a monster of his own. You both knew it. But how could he resist such temptation? He wasn’t even trying anyway. "Not here, not now, but baby...fuck, I want you so much."
"Come on, after I see you off to your dorm, I promise, baby, I'll make sure you come so hard you'll be crying from it," He winked, peering down at you from under his expensive black shades, capturing your gaze with intensity.
"You know I don’t disappoint.” fanning his breath over the shell of your ear, a devious idea already formed in his mind, knowing full well what he was about to put himself through.
Satoru Gojo is a bad teacher, but with you being his favorite student, he really doesn't care.
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a/n: my first ever work! did it go smoothly? absolutely not, but hey, i tired my best alright.
Soft Rain: Gojo Satoru x Reader (SMUT! Mature/Explicit) Part 2
I want to first say I usually try to find a photo that fits the aesthetic of the story but this one was way too good to walk away from. Everyone enjoys this gem <3. Also, this fic because it's too damn long is split up into two parts. Part 1 is already up and is linked here. Highly recommend reading it first before this one so you don't get confused.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Rating:Mature/Explicit (Sexual scenes)
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Summary: You are in a coffee shop one rainy day when a sad beautiful stranger enters. Slowly, you open up to each other in the warm confinement of the cafe. Little did you know that you would fall in love with this man, and he with you.
I wrote this from the perspective of seeing Satoru with his barriers down. No masks, no facades, just him when he's alone with his haunting thoughts. I wanted to give him a more human perspective and touch on some of the things that plague his mind. I know I have been MIA for quite some time, if you were someone who was waiting for this I am sorry! Life has been a rollercoaster recently but I am finally back to being in a place of stability. This is certainly a longer fic, so I hope you all enjoy it. As always feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments below!
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Word Count: 25k+
October: Halloween, Shibuya
I know it’s Halloween, but does there have to be so many people outside?!
You began pushing your way through the crowds of people, ignoring the press of anxiety in your chest. All you needed to do was make it to the train station so you could go home, but it seemed as you got closer to the Shibuya Hikarie Building the throng of bodies got tighter.
Ugh, maybe I should just find a hotel for the night.
With a huff of air passing your lips, you make to turn around, but you hear something strange through your headphones.
Doubting yourself, you pull out one bud.
“ Bring Satoru Gojo. ”
Satoru… Gojo?
People chanted these words over and over again, stretching down to the train tracks.
What the fuck is going on?
Swallowing your anxiety, you begin pushing your way inside the building. The clusters of bodies became thicker. Their skin brushed yours as you continued to the center. You ignored the foreign touch, pushing your intrusive thoughts to the back of your mind.
Is it who I think it is? Or am I just being delusional?
Once inside, you couldn’t believe your eyes.
There he was, hands in his pockets, hovering right in the middle of the building, staring straight down to the train tracks.
“I can fly!”
Your eyes widened. Running to the edge while elbowing through sweaty bodies. You needed to be closer; to confirm what you are seeing.
Is it him? Am I hallucinating right now?
As soon as you’re at the edge, you call out his name, but the crowd drowns out your voice. You shout as loud as you can, but you might as well be whispering. The crowd's anxious chatter washes out your voice, rendering your desperate shouts useless.
Then he descends to the basement, a murderous aura following in his wake.
An article from 2006 pops into your head.
Satoru Gojo, head of the Gojo Clan, pinnacle of the Jujutsu world.
Without a second thought, you break out in a sprint to the stairs. People stare at you in confusion, but you ignore them, shoving your way through their bodies. His words play in your mind, puzzle pieces falling into place.
“I am the strongest sorcerer of this generation.” “…my role is incredibly isolating.”
Something is wrong.
You run, taking two steps at a time, hand ghosting over the railing for support. You knew you were useless, and if he was in any trouble you wouldn’t be able to do anything. But you also couldn’t do nothing . Not when he was right in front of you, not when you spent weeks thinking about him.
He lingered on your heart like a tattoo – permanent and painfully hard to get rid of. If you loved him, you didn’t know. But you do know your soul yearns to be with him.
Please be safe. I don’t give a shit how strong you are, don’t be stupid.
Bursting through the doors of the basement floor, you’re met with a sea of bodies. You couldn’t see anything other than people dressed in Halloween costumes for miles.
Cursing inwardly, you push past them, elbows out to your sides. Their bodies brush your skin, and you ignore your itching flesh. The only thing on your mind was getting to him, was seeing him.
Sweat coated you from head to toe, you could hear a commotion up ahead, but you were still too far away.
Your heart raced against your chest so hard, you were afraid it was going to burst. Faint screams filled your ears, but you ignored them. It was like you were possessed, the burn in your legs didn’t matter, the thin air in your lungs didn’t bother you, you just wanted him.
People started pushing their way into the tracks as the screams became clearer and clearer. Then suddenly, they stopped.
Dead silence rang out.
Huh?
Bodies stop moving in an instant, but you don’t. You see Satoru move at a blinding speed. Blood splatters all around you, coating your skin in its warm, sticky substance. You don’t even have time to process anything. The world seems to be fast-forwarded, and you can’t comprehend the sight before you.
Then the area clears.
He stops, breath heavy with blood on his cheek as he takes in the carnage along with a small box in front of him.
“Satoru–”
“Gate open,”
The cube box opens, revealing its fleshy body with an eye that stares right at Satoru. He makes to move away but a man with long black hair and a stitched scar across his head steps into view, calling out warmly to him.
You watch as Satoru freezes, disbelief in his wide blue eyes.
He asks the theatrically dressed man who he is, anger and confusion dancing in his tone.
The moment the answer leaves the black-haired male's mouth, all air evaporates. The eye sticks to Satoru’s body, rendering him helpless.
Suguru Geto?
Satoru’s words flash in your mind.
“I haven’t talked to anyone about Suguru since it happened…” “No, but you could see it that way. He… Was like the other half of me. Someone I could trust. I knew with him, I could let go and be myself. I could breathe…” “He’s dead. It’s been a year,”
There’s no way. This is fucked. I need to do something, maybe a distraction–
Satoru’s eyes flash to you, only meeting yours for a second, but he makes it count by mouthing:
RUN.
You stagger back a step, foot catching on the rail as Satoru starts shouting at the other male – his dead best friend, asking who he is.
Turning around, you move your leadened legs, each step feeling as if you were pulling a freight train.
“My six eyes tell me… That you’re Suguru Geto. But my soul knows otherwise! Hurry up and answer!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!”
The anger and pain in his voice was so guttural, that it rattled your soul.
What the fuck is going on?!
You cry silently, forcing your body to run away, even though everything in you told you to turn around. You knew you’d die if you did, so you kept moving through the tears.
Dead deformed bodies were littered all around you with blood staining the tracks red. You had to force your eyes to the sky, afraid you’d vomit.
He’s only subdued, sealed. Not dead. Not dead.
Despite yourself, you return your eyes to the floor to search the dead bodies' faces, fearful that one of them will be his.
You were panting when you reached the stairs, but you continued pressing on, only repeating one thing to yourself;
Not dead.
—
Shibuya was pandemonium.
People, who you assumed were curse users, are fighting everywhere. You couldn’t see what exactly they were fighting, but you could feel it. The wrongness.
Your mind was racing, you didn’t know what to do. Anxiety and bile crawled up your throat, as your body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Your legs were numb and your heart was beating erratically.
I need to get out of here.
Eyes scanning your surroundings, you move, aiming for downtown, away from the central fighting point. But when the edge becomes clearer, you see that people are frantically pressing against an invisible wall.
A barrier of some sort–
“NANAMIIIII!”
This name is being shouted from the top of a tall building seemingly in the middle of the sector.
Whoever is yelling has some lungs on them… I can’t get distracted, I have to move.
Panic began bubbling up in your chest you ran as fast as you could, ducking into a small department store, immediately pulling down the metal guard gate and locking it.
You pressed your back to the glass doors, head tilted to the ceiling, breaths heavy and uneven.
Am I going to die here?
You look down at your body.
Blood covered you, staining your khakis and shirt. It clung to your skin and matted your hair. The feeling is disgustingly sticky and the smell of iron assaults your senses, nearly making you gag.
Moving away from the doors, you explore the department store while your body shakes. You needed to move, otherwise countless strangers' dead faces would flash in your mind, making your only thought about their mixed blood covering you.
It seemed as if you were the only person in the building, so you located the seat behind the front desk and sat down.
So many people died, and Satoru… He’s in a box.
You felt so incredibly numb.
You came to Shibuya to buy a few things from your favorite thrift store, but then this happened. Nothing made sense and you couldn’t wrap your head around why so many people passed out and you didn’t.
Leaning back in your chair, you loosed a shuddering breath.
“What the fuck.”
Then the world shook.
—
Megumi was on duty for the evacuation team after the Shibuya Incident. Gojo was sentenced to death and so was Principal Yaga, along with the reinstatement of Yuji’s execution.
This is troublesome.
He entered a department store on the edge of town, fully expecting no one to be present due to having to break the locked gate.
“Hello, is anyone here?” He calls out, voice tired and raw from the night prior. His eyes disinterestedly scan the aisles, until something moves.
A woman, covered in dried blood from head to toe, steps out behind an aisle, hammer poised to attack him. Immediately he puts up his hands, summoning his cursed technique for protection.
“I am not here to hurt you, just here to help you out of the disaster area,” Megumi spoke slowly, but the woman only tightened her hands around the handle of the weapon.
“The name Satoru Gojo, what does it mean to you?” Her voice, soft and calm, asks him. There was no edge to it, despite the murderous intent of her body language.
“He’s my teacher.”
What is wrong with this lady? Is she asking because she was forced to ask for him last night? But all that blood… There’s no way she was at the tracks, she wouldn’t be here if she were.
The woman nodded once, then set down the hammer, approaching him with caution.
“I am… I know him, in a way.”
Oh no, not another one.
“Last night, I followed him down to the basement. I am a normal person, so if he was fighting curses, I don’t know. But I saw him get put in this ancient box covered with eyes. The person who did it is Suguru Geto, but… I think someone is inhabiting his body. That’s all I know, I hope it helps.”
The woman spoke clearly without any fear, but Megumi only became more confused.
“There’s no way you would be here though. We’re still removing the unconscious bodies of civilians from the station. Why were you not affected?”
She simply shrugged her shoulders.
“I don’t know, don’t ask me. The rest of Japan, is it safe?”
The way she spoke caught him off guard. So matter-of-fact and clear, but her body shook. Clearly, she was disturbed but trying not to show it.
She’s not a sorcerer, but she knows about Gojo’s significance. Were they close? Did he tell her everything?
Megumi tried to remember if his teacher mentioned any non-sorcerer woman he was interested in, but nothing came to mind.
“For now, but the situation is unstable. There’s no telling what’s going to happen with that guy gone. We’re going to do everything we can to save him, but I am not sure if it’s possible.” He spoke honestly and the woman nodded, grabbing a piece of paper and writing something down on it.
“This is my number. I’ll do my independent research. In a week, call me and we’ll check bases.”
With that, she gave him a warm smile and left.
Who is she?
November:19 Days After the Incident
You were sitting on your couch, petting Noir anxiously when you got the call.
Did it work?
Sliding the green answer button, you shakily pressed the device to your ear.
“Miss L/N? This is Yuji Itadori. He’s free.”
Thank god.
“Thank you.”
The weight on your shoulders lifted and the anxiousness died.
Not dead.
“I’ll let him know you helped us.”
“Don’t worry about it, he’s out. That’s all that matters. Be safe.”
Hanging up the phone, you press your nose into Noir’s fur. Her soft warmth seeped into your chest as her purs tickled your skin, relaxing you.
You cry softly, hugging her body close to yours. Knowing that this changed nothing, he still had so many painful troubles. But he is free, he is alive , and that’s all that matters to you.
Regardless of what your place in his world is.
—
“You said a civilian helped you guys expedite my release?”
Is she safe? Was I distracting enough for them not to notice her presence?
“Yes. Fushiguro found her and she relayed what she saw on the tracks during your fight.” Yuji explained brightly, even though his friend was now Sukuna’s vessel.
There’s no way anyone saw what happened. No one except…
He shot out of his seat, surprising Yuji.
“What’s her name?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s Miss L/N? She said she knows you.”
Satoru scrunched his brows.
She never told me her last name.
“Her first name, what is it?”
Yuji looked at him as if he lost it but he didn’t care.
“Y/n, I think?”
He was already moving.
“Eh? Where are you going?!”
“I’ll be back!”
—
Rain fell heavily from the gray sky, but not a drop touched him.
She’s dead. You killed her, just like you did to Suguru. Your strength is a curse – not a gift. You’re cursed to be alone.
I am not my past. It does not define me.
Running as fast as he could, he ignored the thoughts invading his mind, pushing them away with her shared mantra. Images of her body, bloodied and disfigured threatened his vision, but he blinked it away; refusing to let his fear control him.
Soon he reached the familiar home that is tucked away from the noise of the city – a sanctuary. He hesitated, the familiar feeling of dread washing over him, making his legs leadened.
Confirm her safety then leave.
Taking a deep breath in, he forced himself to move, mentally putting in the effort to place one foot in front of the other, until he reached the door.
Satoru raised a shaky hand and knocked, but there was no answer.
Fear crawled up his throat, making it hard to breathe.
Please.
Swallowing his dry saliva, he twisted the door handle, surprised to find it unlocked.
He closed his eyes and held his breath. If she wasn’t here, he would search all of Japan until he found her.
He had until December…
Stepping inside the house, the familiar scent of her flooded his senses, making his legs feel hollow.
Be here, be safe .
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
There she was as if nothing happened.
She had fallen asleep on the couch, the soft glow of golden lights kissing her skin as Noir curled against her body. They looked peaceful enough to make him sigh in relief.
However, when he stepped closer, he saw the tear streaks on her cheeks.
That peaceful image shattered.
Satoru moved closer, not trusting his eyes to tell him the truth.
Noir woke first, big blue eyes recognizing him as she moved out of her owner's arms, careful to not wake her. The feline came up to him, nudging his shaking legs as if telling him to go to her.
Why are you crying?
Holding his breath, he approached her sleeping figure. Anxiety swirled in his chest as he tried to make sense of his feelings.
Should I turn around now? You’d be happier without me, right?
Noir nudged him again, pulling him from his thoughts.
Biting his inner cheek, he crouched down so he was now eye level with her body. For a moment, he allowed himself to take in the sight in front of him.
Soft even breaths kissed his cheeks and he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest. It deafened his thoughts, replacing them with overwhelming relief.
She’s alive. This isn’t a dream.
“Y/n,” he called and she stirred.
Satoru watched as she blinked away her sleep, eyes adjusting to her surroundings, confusion on her face until finally she looked his way.
Her lovely eyes met his, soft and kind – the eyes that made him feel seen .
“Satoru?” she breathed, taking his face in her hands, eyes searching his as if confirming he was real.
You’re alive. They seemed to whisper, relief swimming in her irises.
He nodded, wrapping his hands around her wrists, and leaning into her warmth. His blood sang from the contact, tension ebbing out of his body.
Her presence alone was enough to calm his soul.
“You followed me, even though you knew it was dangerous.”
He wasn’t sure if was breathing. His eyes scanned every inch of her body, checking for injury, any sign of pain, thankfully finding nothing. But it didn’t quell the anxiety in his chest. The uneasiness still pressed at his throat, stealing his breath, making it hard for him to think let alone speak.
His only worry when he was in the damned box was that she was alive. That she wasn’t split apart into a thousand unrecognizable pieces. Ash consumed by Sukuna's fire, or buried under the rubble, or worse…
The woman smiled sadly as if she could read his every thought. Sitting up so she could fully face him, she gently rubbed the pads of her thumbs along his cheeks – an attempt to soothe him. He let himself fall to his knees, strength leaving his body. Her hair softly fell in a curtain around them as lightly calloused fingers played with the tips of his ears anxiously.
Running his thumbs along the soft skin of her wrists, he took in her features. The serene allure was still there, but it was now mixed with something else – and it was far more beautiful. It’s something that existed only when she looked at him.
“How could I not when you were all I could think about?” her answer finally came, cutting through the silence.
She traced his face in wonder and he shuddered under her touch.
“You could’ve died,” he whispered, fingers digging into the flesh of her wrists.
He’s seen people he’s cared about die. He killed his only best friend with his bare hands. However, it was different with her. All those people knew that they could die with every mission. But this woman, who had eyes that whispered soft serenity, and a smile that made his heart melt, if she died – he didn’t know if he could come back from it.
“I know.” her words, a broken croak, pulled at his deep-rooted fear.
He saw his reflection in her eyes. He looked like a desperate man praying to his God; wonder, awe, and disbelief tracing his features.
“I wouldn’t have been able to protect you.”
Satoru hated those words. Admitting that he was helpless, noticing her presence too late to save her from the sight of countless dead bodies. He let himself get consumed by his emotions, by the thrill of a good fight, to the point it rendered him useless.
I’m useless. She could’ve died, and it would’ve been all my fault. It would have happened all over aga–
With fingers sinking into his skin, she forced him to meet her glass eyes.
“But you did, Satoru. I got away. I am alive because of you.”
What?
“While you were powerless, you saved me.”
His eyes widened as her tears flowed down her cheeks onto his. Wet rain kissing his flesh, just like when they met.
“I… Saved you? I don’t understand, I only told you to run.”
She shook her head, taking his hand and placing it over her beating heart. Her warmth, raw and real beneath his fingertips, chased away his fear. With each beat of the muscle grounding him to reality, to her.
Alive, breathing, real.
“I was frozen. If you hadn’t told me to run, I would’ve rushed to your side out of desperation. You saved me.”
Her fingers tangled into his hair. The pads of her fingertips lovingly pressed into his scalp, easing his anxiety.
“You. Saved. Me.”
“When it mattered the most, I was unable to save those who I deeply cared for.”
I saved her?
The truth of her words clanged in his chest, stitching an old wound on his heart, stealing his breath away.
Blinking, he met her eyes fully.
Run away. His mind whispered.
Let go of your fear. His heart screamed.
And like a man possessed, he grabbed her face, closing the gap between their bodies.
Desperately, he pressed his lips to hers. Salty tears coated his tongue and her hands fisted into his hair. The soft, warm press of her lips against his drove him mad, making him grab her body, pulling her closer to him. She fell to his lap, legs lightly wrapping around his waist as he deepened the kiss. He allowed his fingers to tangle in the strands of her silken hair, tongue pushing past her lips, drowning in everything that is her .
Soft rose and sandalwood flooded his nose, the taste of bitter-sweet coffee caressed his mouth, muffled moans teased his ears, as her warmth, tranquil and serene, eased his body. Her tears continued to coat their flesh, and he was sure he was crying, too.
For the first time in years, his heart felt light. At this moment, in her arms, he is just Satoru Gojo, nothing else.
It was then, it hit him.
Pulling away from her, he breathed heavily. Saliva coated her swollen lips as she stared into him with eyes hazy and half-lidded. Soft, uneven breaths heated his skin as he ran his thumbs along the flesh of her cheeks.
“I love you,” his voice came out as a quivering whisper. Because he knew this changed nothing between them.
Foreign tears fell from his eyes, pooling at his chin. Y/n only smiled softly, thumbs lovingly wiping away his tears as he did the same to hers.
“How long do we have?”
Sweet lips kissed away his pain, cracking his heart.
“The end of December,”
He traced her features, warm rain coating his skin as he began committing every detail of her to memory.
A small whimper left her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, still pressing soothing kisses to his heated cheeks.
Allowing that last iron barrier around his heart to crumble, he buried his face into her neck, arms enclosing her torso, hugging her like a child. He cried into her, clinging onto her small body desperately as years of bottled-up emotions began washing over him.
After Suguru, he never let anyone in, convinced that his strength would always push people away. That he would always be envied, seen as the strongest, never as himself. He drew a line without even knowing it. There was him, and there was everyone else. The touch of others had become so foreign to him, that he forgot what it was like to be embraced – to be loved without expectations.
Here he was, in the arms of a woman who saw the ugliness of his world, the truth of his power, and still looked at him with the same amount of kindness that she did the first day they met. She didn’t falter or become enamored with him. Instead, she just saw him and accepted it without hesitation.
She disregarded her well-being and did everything in her power to help him. The woman, who couldn’t stand the touch of others, pushed her way through hundreds of people for a chance to save him. It wasn’t to gain anything from him, it was purely to ensure he was alive, so her restless soul could be calmed. She didn’t broadcast her efforts, instead, she cried, silently and alone, relieved by the sole fact he was breathing.
That’s all she wanted from him; she wanted him to live .
“Thank you,” he croaked, words incoherent and muffled against her soft flesh.
One hand rubbed his back, as her other stroked his hair. She pressed light kisses to his temple, whispering comforting safety. He wasn’t breathing, his breaths came out in heaves as his chest felt like it was caving in. He became putty in her hands, molding his body to her, needing all barriers between them to cease to exist.
Overwhelming complex emotions continued rushing through him; relief, regret, jubilance, despondence, hope, fear, love…
He allowed these emotions to spill out of him, knowing that he was safe. He knew that with her, it was okay to be human.
To be normal .
—
Satoru’s body, for all its power, trembles beneath your fingertips. He’s on his knees, silently crying into your arms as you soothe his mind.
“It’s okay.”
Soft whispers against his skin as your lips pepper his temple.
Your tears, though feeling like an endless well, slowly stop as his scent comforts you. Fresh summer rain, bright and soothing, coaxes your soul; calming your heart.
I love you.
His broken confession swirled in your mind, making your heart sing in both joy and despair. You wanted to return his feelings, but they got stuck in your throat, refusing to spill from your lips.
Taking his face in your hands, you met his beautiful eyes. Like the clearest sapphires, they peered at you, almost sparkling as his tears coated his long eyelashes.
Ever-so-gently, you wipe away his pain. He smiled sadly at you, turning his cheek to kiss your palm.
“I need you to listen to me,” you whisper and he nods, hands finding your waist, rubbing soft circles into the fabric of your shirt.
Closing your eyes, you let yourself breathe, focusing solely on the rhythmic motion of his fingers and the feeling of his blush-kissed cheeks in your palms.
Taking a deep breath in, you open your eyes, finding your resolve.
“I am not delusional enough to think that I could ever live comfortably in your world. I am also not clueless. I know whatever is going on, you play an important enough role in it that they tried to take you out of the fight.”
His eyes searched yours as you tried to formulate a sentence under his raw, naked gaze.
“But?”
It’s really unfair how beautiful you are.
Inhaling sharply you continue.
“But, I would also be stupid to let you go. I don’t care if it’s selfish, and whatever time I am granted to be with you, so be it…”
Pausing, you place a hand on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat – reminding yourself that he is alive. That this is real.
You’re alive. I won’t let you walk away a second time.
“It’s worth it, you’re worth it. And you can try to hide behind the strong nonchalant exterior, but I see right through it. I see you, Satoru. I accept you, invisible scars and all. Let’s heal our hearts together.”
Satoru smiled. A real smile. One that is unpracticed, and it is just for you.
“I could get hurt, you know that don’t you?” some confidence returned to his wavering voice as his hands slowly traveled up your waist, distracting you from his words.
“Of course. But if I can handle watching you get put into a fleshy eyeball box by the source of your trauma, I can handle you getting hurt.”
Scoffing lightly, you run your fingers through his hair, pushing the strands back from his face, fully taking in his lovely features.
“What if I lose my ability to walk?” he asks sweetly, nuzzling his nose against yours as his hands travel to your bare arms. They ghost over your skin, causing goosebumps to follow in his wake.
“Apparently, you can fly. I suppose if you’re too lazy I can push you around in a wheelchair.”
You run your hands along the length of his chest to his shoulders, feeling the muscle beneath the fitted black t-shirt.
“Hmm, and what if my handsome face gets ruined?” the man mused, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
You were wearing a shirt, but the contact made you jump. You felt him chuckle against you as his hands found your back, fingers dancing up your spine.
“Well, I recall you telling me that you got stabbed square in that pretty face of yours. As it turns out, you’re still very handsome. So while I think the likelihood of someone harming you to the point you are forever maimed is low, I will still love you regardless.”
Running your hands down the length of his arms, you watched as your words settled over him. Then realization sparkled in his eyes as he searched your face for answers, almost as if he didn’t believe the words he just heard.
“Sorry, could you repeat that last part for me? I was a bit distracted.”
Familiar playfulness kissed his tone as his hands cupped your neck, forcing you to hold his stare.
“Which part? The one where I said I think someone scarring you is not very likely?” batting your eyelashes innocently, you smile.
“No no, the good part. Where you said you’re in love with me.”
One hand came to caress your cheek. Long fingers tangled themselves into the strands of your hair, tickling your scalp as your pores drank in his warmth.
“Hm, did I say that? I don’t think that’s what I said.” making a show of biting your bottom lip, you looked elsewhere, pretending to think.
Satoru’s thumb tugged your bottom lip from your teeth, causing you to quickly snap your eyes to his. His lips are pursed into a soft pout as he looks at you expectantly.
“Just once, let me hear you say it.” his words are a soft plea as his fingers dug further into your skin.
Not fair.
Smiling, you bring your knees to the carpet, raising your body so you can take his face in your hands. You feel him shudder under your touch as his eyes never leave yours, desperation consuming his features.
“I love you, Satoru Gojo.”
With those words, the last dark wisp of fear that clutched your heart disappeared in his light.
His lips met yours, hard and fast, all desperation pressing into your body. Your surprised gasp gets swallowed by him as his tongue reclaimed your mouth, filling you with the taste of him; sweet with the undertone of green tea.
His tongue danced with yours, swirling and teasing, relaxing you further into the intoxicating taunt of his muscle. Warm, calloused hands pressed into your cheeks, angling your head so he could further capture your lips. His kiss is passionate and smooth, making your stomach flutter with butterflies as anticipation travels down your spine.
Satoru pulls your tongue deeper into his mouth, sucking on the flesh. You gasp lightly, taking his upper lip between your teeth, slowly running them down the plump skin. He lets out a heavy sigh, and you take the opportunity to return his gift, sucking diligently on his swollen muscle.
Feeling him smile into the kiss, he runs his hands down your arms, to your waist, making you shiver. Fire slowly starts to coat your veins, turning the kiss hungrier – there was a need that wasn’t there previously.
The tips of his fingers dipped under the hem of your shirt, brushing against the bare skin of your back. The light touch made you whimper, body tingling where he made contact with your flesh.
Losing yourself in him, you take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting playfully as you run your hands over his muscled chest. The feeling of him, perfectly soft and firm, beneath your fingers felt heavenly. Satoru let a satisfied groan escape his lips, which you hungrily swallowed, kissing him harder.
Desire replaced innocence as you sank your hips, pleased to find his hardened length brushing your growing need. Satoru sharply bit your lower lip, a shaky breath escaping him as you let your full weight settle on him, enjoying the slightest bit of release it gave you.
Pulling away from the lull of his lips, you meet his heated stare. You both were breathing heavily and Satoru looked too good.
His eyes, though normally bright and alive with brilliant blue, were nearly black due to his dilated pupils. They gazed at you, hazy and half-lidded as his eyelashes fluttered softly against his deeply flushed cheeks. His lips are red and swollen, glistening with your mixed saliva.
The sight alone made your core throb, sending a delicious chill throughout your body.
Satoru removed his hand from your waist to grip your face, squeezing lightly as his thumb traced your lower lip. The way he was looking at you made your knees weak. No man had ever looked at you this way. Not only was it blatant desire, but there was a predatory feel to it, with the undertone of unwavering need .
“If you keep kissing me like that, I won’t be able to stop,” he warned, voice low and gravelly. The words traveled straight to the apex of your thighs as he pressed his thumb harder against your swollen lip.
“Who said I want you to stop?”
Holding his stare, you take that thumb between your lips, pressing your teeth down on the pad, swirling your tongue on the bit of flesh. Satoru inhales sharply as the hand holding your waist tightens – a clear attempt to control himself.
You see your reflection in his eyes, the same primal desire looks back at you.
“Are you sure?” though he asks, his hand is already moving to the hem of your shirt, waiting for you to confirm what he already knows.
“You getting cold feet?” you tease, dipping your hand between your bodies, ghosting your fingers over his abdomen.
You were itching to touch him, to taste him, but you were also going to have fun.
He smirks, slipping his fingers under your shirt, and swirling a gentle finger around your navel. The feeling makes your muscles jerk as fire trails where he touches you. You refuse to let any of that show, only returning his smirk, dragging a nail over his muscled stomach, and taking his tiny little black shirt with you.
“With you,” he pauses, voice a hushed whisper while he splays his palm flat on your stomach, fingertips just barely pressing under the lining of your bra.
“I would never. Besides ,” dragging out the last word dangerously slow, he pushes his length up into you, placing the hand that held your face on the back of your thigh, making you moan. The quick relief jolts through you, but disappears quickly, leaving you wanting more.
Bringing his lips so close to your ear that his hot breath tickles your skin, he whispers,
“ You’re the one who’s trembling. ”
Cocky bastard.
Smiling, you slowly run your lips over the expanse of his neck, lightly licking it with the very tip of your tongue. You feel him shudder beneath you as he breathes heavily in your ear. Licking the shell of his ear, you take the lobe between your teeth as you wrap your hand around the hem of his shirt.
“Hm, I must be cold. Why don’t you warm me up ?”
Giving your ear an appreciative nip, Satoru sighs satisfactorily. The deep sound traveled south, making you place your lips to his neck to hide your noise.
“ Gladly .”
He began pressing slow, hot, wet kisses to the supple flesh of your neck. He trailed his way down to your collarbone as his hands, re-finding the hem of your shirt, tugged at the fabric playfully. The tips of his soft hair tickled your cheek, heightening your sensitivity to his touch.
“You know,” his words are a soft murmur against your skin, but you catch them, humming in response as you run your fingers over the dips of his well-sculpted back.
“I read that the fastest way to warm the body up is when two people are naked. Why don’t we test it out, hm?”
Pressing a kiss between the juncture of his neck and shoulder, you smile into his skin.
“I could learn a survival tactic,”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you press another kiss to his neck.
“Or two,”
Licking your way to his ear, you whisper.
“ Or three. ”
At your words, Satoru swiftly captures your lips as his hands go to grip the backs of your thighs. Before you knew it he was on his feet, kissing you feverishly while making his way to your room. He shuts the door with one foot, making you laugh against his lips.
Your body comes in contact with your mattress, but you hardly register it as Satoru grinds his erection into you, greedily swallowing the moan he stole from your throat. Your hands find the hem of his shirt, and you tug as your signal. Satoru groans into you, but pulls back at your command, removing his hungry lips to allow you to expose him.
“This is too tiny, I think I should remove it, don’t you?”
Satoru held your smile, spreading his arms wide as you came up to your knees, pulling the thin fabric off his body, revealing the masterpiece beneath.
Sinewy muscle covered the entire length of his torso. His skin, pale and kissed a soft pink, covered various dips and ripples that you wanted to rake your nails down. You drank him in, from the power of his biceps to the dip of his defined adonis belt, mouth growing dry as you thought about what lurks beneath his concealing white pants.
Selfishly, you ran your hands along his body. Starting from his chest you worked your way down to his navel, relishing in the warm feeling of his soft, smooth skin. Satoru tilted his head back, sighing as you continued to marvel at his beauty, tracing every outline of his hard work, memorizing each detail of him as he trembled beneath your touch.
“You really are like a painting, you know,” you murmur in awe and wonder.
It baffled you that you could even remotely hold this man’s interest, let alone be the one on the receiving end of his love. The thought made your heart squeeze, encouraging you to place a kiss to his bare chest, right above his pounding heart.
His hand ran down the length of your hair, as his other came to cup your face. He lovingly stared into your eyes, all the desire of earlier there, but they now gazed at you softly.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/n.”
The sincerity of his words makes you smile like an idiot. You bury your face in his chest, listening to the sound of his low laugh. Lovely butterflies tickle your stomach as you lace your hands around his neck.
Slowly, he makes you meet his eyes. You’re both grinning like children, but he had a devilish hint to his.
“Why hide that smile from me?” pouting, he brings his face close to yours, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
Laughing lightly while leaning into his sweet gesture, you nuzzle your nose into his soft hair.
“Because you make me happy.” the answer is honest and you press a kiss on his head.
He hums into you as his hands find your shirt, playfully pulling it up to your neck, but not over your head. He blocks the fabric from leaving your skin as he trails feather-light kisses along your jaw.
“Do I? Why’s that?”
His words are soft against your skin, tickling you, making it hard to think.
“I–”
Pulling back from his lips, you meet his eyes.
“I used to think that people who fell in love quickly were idiots blinded by rose-colored glasses.” biting your lip, you consider if you should continue. Satoru catches your hesitation and lightly rubs your lower back, silently encouraging you.
Let go of your fear.
“But now I know, there is never a ‘right time’ to fall in love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single moment. You make me happy because you could’ve had anyone else in this world, and you chose me. The average girl who you met in a coffee shop on a rainy day. You make me feel seen Satoru. I don’t have to pretend with you.”
Satoru smiles, bright and alive. His hands come up to your cheeks, cupping them gently as he holds your gaze.
“Before you, I was convinced that I would live my life alone. That I would never find someone who would ever make me feel whole again. But… You are my sunlight, which I stand in, warmed and seen.”
With your heart feeling like it’s going to burst out of your chest, you press your lips to his.
“You see me so poetically,” those words, which he had once said to you, leave your lips in a soft murmur.
His laugh tickles your lips as he lightly shakes his head, thumbs rubbing your heated cheeks. Satoru deepens the kiss, tongue sweeping past your barriers, sweetly dancing with your own. You melt into him, leaving every worry behind you.
Slowly, he guides your body to the mattress. You feel his warm stomach press against yours as he settles himself between your clothed hips. He doesn’t do anything except kiss you.
It’s a slow, passionate kiss. One full of love and appreciation, conveying emotions that words fail to capture. Your whole body felt alive, attuned with every breath, moving with each rise and fall of his chest, reacting flawlessly to the press of his lips. Your blood sang, electrified by his touch, eager to desperately drink him in.
Satoru’s hands move from your face to the crumpled fabric of your shirt, removing his lips from yours momentarily to rid your neck of the cloth. The music of the kiss changes – now singing a more sensuous tune.
You feel his thick member throb against your thigh as his hands run down the lengths of your arms, fingers enclosing your wrists. He moves his lips from yours to your cheek, kissing his way to your sensitive ear. Then he licks behind the shell, making you audibly gasp as he brings your hands over your head, holding them down with one hand as his other trails the side of your waist.
Shivering beneath his explorative touch, you clench and unclench your hands, trying to ground yourself to reality. With each brush of his fingers, your muscles flinch, pure excitement and anticipation coursing through your touch-starved veins.
“You’re so responsive~” he coos hotly into your ear. You shift under him, hoping to find relief in the friction, but he removes his lower body from yours. The movement makes you pout, but it opens the space for his hand to ghost over your bare stomach.
Wet lips kiss their way down your neck down to the length of your collarbone. You bite your lower lip when he runs his teeth lightly against the bone. Your body jumps at the new feeling, earning yourself his chuckle as his hand dips under the band of your bra, brushing your left breast ever-so-lightly.
Long fingers slowly make their way behind your back, easily unclasping the concealing material to only partially remove it from your breasts. He pushes the fabric up to your chest as his lips trail your sternum. His hair brushes against your breasts, and you clench your hands, nails biting into the flesh of your palms. The sensation not only tickles you, but it shocks your hyper-sensitive nerves.
You meet Satoru’s eyes. He’s drinking in your every reaction, a smirk on his lips as he watches you squirm beneath him. Readying to say a smart remark, you begin to push back on his hand, but he trails his tongue to your nipple – effectively replacing the words in your throat with a shaky sigh.
Satoru swirls his tongue around your rosey bud, slowly and expertly warming your breast with his mouth. He takes more of the plump flesh into his mouth, sucking diligently as he lets his teeth graze the sensitive peak. You gasp at the feeling, and he groans in response. Each of his intoxicating movements goes straight to that firey pit in your stomach, which only grows hungrier at his touch.
“Mm, Satoru,” you moan breathlessly as he takes your nipple between his teeth, applying the right amount of pressure to the bud as his free hand comes to work your unattended breast.
He hums into your skin, sending delicious shivers down your spine as you close your eyes, losing yourself to the lull of his lips. Long nimble fingers work your breast harmonously with his mouth. They roll, pinch, and tease you as his tongue flicks and swirls. You mewl lightly as he switches breasts, giving the same treatment to your other that he gave the first.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs into your skin, biting into the flesh of your breast, causing you to yelp in surprise.
You open your eyes, meeting his intense blue. He’s smiling against your skin as he ghosts his lips over your ribs, tongue trailing the outline of your tattoo. Your body shivers under him, eager for more as his head dips lower, closer to where you want him the most.
“You’re the beautiful one,” the words come out as a sigh as he presses a kiss to your hip, right above the band of your sweatpants.
“Hm,” he hums, trailing an elegant finger from your sternum to your navel, dipping the digit under the band.
Satoru makes a show of kissing his way across your stomach, from one hip to the other, soft strands of his hair tickling you along the way.
You squirm under him, wishing desperately to touch his hair. Longing to run your fingers through it, to ground yourself to this reality. He senses it, too. Because he gives you a knowing smile as he dips his hand under your pants, just barely brushing the top of your pelvis.
“Getting impatient, Y/n?” he asks playfully as he takes his finger, lightly tugging a corner of your pants, exposing more of your hip to his tempting mouth.
“I want to touch you,” finding some confidence, you push against his restraining hand, silently cursing his immeasurable strength.
“Let’s see,” Satoru pauses, places his head on your thigh softly, then looks up at you innocently. The pressure is dizzying. So you count your breaths to stay alert, to not close your eyes and lose yourself in his presence.
“I’ll release your hands as long as you stay still, can you do that for me, baby?”
There was a mischievous look in his eyes, one that made your throat dry and had you clenching your thigh muscles.
“Y-Yes?”
You couldn’t hide your confusion, but he only smiled at the sight. His hand released your wrists and you immediately moved to shake out the numbness of your arms.
“May I?”
His fingers dance around the edge of your sweats, eyes patiently awaiting your response.
Eagerly, you nod your head.
Satoru, still with his devilish smile, removed your sweatpants from your body. He then slid off the bed, dropping to his knees as he dragged your body to the edge. You rose yourself up on your elbows, not hiding your want from him. But also, you took in the sight – Satoru Gojo, half naked, and on his knees for you.
His hands spread your knees for him, opening your legs wide. You, though still clothed in only your underwear, feel the air hit your heat. It was then you noticed how wet you were, and you know he noticed it too.
Gently placing your legs over his shoulders, Satoru places a slow kiss on your calf. You watch as he drags his wet lips up your leg, pressing kisses to your tender skin. The higher he goes, the more sensitive you become, finding it increasingly difficult to not shift as muscle-jerking tingles hit you.
Your hands find the soft strands of his hair as he reaches your inner thigh, now dangerously close to your need. You feel his breath kiss your heated skin, forcing you to clench his hair so you don’t move. Smiling, he presses his lips to the crease between your thigh and pussy making you sharply inhale. You cross your toes as the shiver runs through you, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“You’re already so wet for me,” Satoru hums appreciatively, then he places a kiss on your clothed mound.
You barely have time to register the feeling, because he licks a zig-zag stripe up your heat, stopping just before meeting your clit. He moans into you as your taste lightly coats his tongue. The vibration makes you squeeze your eyes shut as you moan softly, bringing your hand up to your mouth, and biting down on your pointer finger.
“Mmph!”
Your yelp gets muffled into your skin as Satoru lays his tongue flat against your entrance, pressing his hot mouth against you, then drags it up .
The brief pleasure of him brushing your clit has you trembling. He doesn’t stop till he reaches your navel, tongue dipping into the crevice, swirling around the sensitive skin only to retrace its path down, stopping just above your throbbing clit. His tongue moves left and right lazily, and his saliva coats the cloth of your underwear, intensifying the feeling, but it’s incomplete.
“Ah, Toru’ – please.” your desperate plea fumbles out of your mouth as saliva begins traveling down your chin. You want – no, you need him on you, without any barriers.
“Use your words for me pretty girl~” his words are hot and heavy against you, making you moan. And just for emphasis, he gives your needy clit a light flick of his tongue, making you bite your finger harder.
He knows what you want, but he wants to hear you beg for it.
“Please,” you breathe, unable to think.
His hands join the party now. One goes to remove your finger from your mouth as his other presses his thumb to your entrance, goading you as his tongue continues to just barely flick your bundle of nerves.
“Please what?” he encourages, intertwining his fingers with yours.
“I-I want you,”
You weren’t sure what you wanted exactly. Part of you wanted him to make you see stars with that dangerous tongue of his, but the other half wanted to know exactly how full you’d feel with him in you.
He laughs lightly against you, planting a kiss on your clit as his thumb pushes past your panties, entering your dripping entrance. All air leaves your lungs as he wraps his mouth against your clothed clit, licking while sucking you as his thumb gently pumps your walls.
A broken string of curses leaves your lips as pleasurable fire dances down your legs. The sudden relief leaves your thoughts tangled and incomplete. It’s sweet and taunting, but you’re stuck, muscle taunt, and breath uneven as you try to keep your body still, unable to fully lose yourself to the pleasure.
“S-Satoru,” you throatily moan his name. He groans into you, fingers gripping yours harder as he replaces his thumb with two long fingers, curling them up into you.
Oh fuck.
“Ah, shit just like that,”
You tilt your head back, enjoying the way his calloused fingers feel against your velvet walls. Again and again, his digits just barely brush against that spongey spot in you, heightening the feeling of his ministrations against your clit.
“Deeper,” you plead, needing him to hit your spot.
Slowly, you open your eyes to see him smirk at you. Then, at your request, he pushes his fingers further into you while curling them up. Your eyes roll back as the new feeling courses through you.
“Like that baby?” he asks, though he knows the answer.
“Mm, yes, fuck just like that,” you answer, barely able to think straight. Your feet start to become unbearably hot as your stomach tightens. Your whole body trembles from both pleasure and restraint, and your leash on yourself is slowly slipping. Your back arches as he continues working you, eliciting obscene noises from you.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he praises and you bite your throaty moan back.
Pressing your palm flat against his scalp, you push his head further into you. Taking your silent plea, he releases your hand to push your soaked panties to the side, tongue finally coming into contact with your bare skin. The intense feeling crashes upon you and you lose control of your limbs. You lock his head into place as you dig your fingers into his hair, grinding yourself against his tongue. His fingers match your unhinged pace and he moans into you, sending sweet vibrations down your clit to that growing bomb in your stomach.
You feel your walls tightening as your high threatens to crash over you. Your moans are now strangled and incoherent as everything now feels so good . Finally, you open your eyes, daring to see the sight in front of you.
Satoru’s lovely eyes burn right through you, heated desire evident on his features. The sight of him, on his knees, between your legs, giving you his devout attention, has you shaking uncontrollably.
“Be a good girl and come for me, Y/n.”
His words are your undoing.
You come violently around his fingers, moaning his name like a prayer, walls clenching and unclenching as your body trembles sweetly. Satoru smiles up at you, removing his fingers from you only to replace them with his tongue.
Bringing those two glistening fingers to your mouth he commands:
“Suck,” then his tongue is back into your entrance, fucking you with the stiff muscle.
And so you do, wrapping your mouth around his fingers, whimpering as you suck diligently all while your orgasm rips through you.
He swipes his nose against your hyper-sensitive bud as he laps you up, tongue swirling and curling inside you. You cry out helplessly, fisting your hands in the sheets as your stomach jerks. The pleasure is numbingly good, but it’s too much.
“S-Satoru– Ah sto– Jesus fucking Christ,” The last part of your broken sentence comes out in English, which grabs the man's attention. Amused blue eyes peer up at you, taking in the sight of the mess he created. His lips glisten with you and they’re pulled into that familiar smirk. You couldn’t help but think he was beautiful, like that of a fallen angel.
He removes himself from your heat, finally taking your ruined panties off your body as you close your eyes, breathing hard and unevenly. You try to collect yourself, but the after-effects of your orgasm still linger in your veins, stealing your attention.
But you are far from satiated, if anything, it left you wanting more .
Blindly, you reach out for his body. Your fingers find his biceps and you tentatively run your hands down his smooth skin, despite the tingle in your fingertips. Satoru plants a sweet kiss on your cheek, then your temple, then your forehead, until he’s placed kisses around your entire face, leaving you with light giggles. His weight returns to your body, and you’re happy to feel his bare legs brush against your own.
“Feel good, baby?” he mumbles dreamily into your skin, still placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin.
Smiling as you trace the outline of his tricep, you open your eyes to find him looking at you sweetly. The sight makes your heart lurch. So you return his kisses, pressing your lips to his heated skin, tasting yourself on his flesh.
“I think,” whispering, you bring a shaky hand to his chin, wiping away some of your desire.
“This speaks for itself. But,”
Kissing the corner of his mouth, you run your other hand down his abdomen, nails lightly digging into every dip and ridge of his defined muscles.
“But?” he hums, and you feel his lips pull into a smile.
Your hand travels south till it reaches his length. You take the girthy member in your hand and pump him once, relishing in the way it jumps in your palm as Satoru inhales sharply.
“I want to taste you, too.”
With your hand that held his chin, you turn his face to you, capturing his lips. Your desire coats your tongue as his muscle dances with yours. You slowly pump his throbbing member, thumb swiping over the tip, coating his soft skin with a bead of precum. Satoru steals your tongue, sucking on your muscle while groaning.
Hooking your legs around his, you flip your bodies so you are now on top of him. You pull back from the kiss to admire the sight. Soft white eyelashes flutter against his red cheeks as you continue pumping his cock.
You watch as his throat bobs up and down and he licks his lips. The image added fuel to your growing fire, filling you with determination to not only please the man before you, but to make him as much of a whimpering mess as he made you.
A playful smirk tugs at your lips as you place a kiss on his neck. You continue working his shaft, focusing mostly on the head, but with only enough pressure to move his skin, but not to truly stimulate him. Your lips travel south, your tongue joining the mix as you admire his body, ensuring to greedily trace the skin where your mouth doesn’t explore. Satoru shifts under you, slowly growing more impatient as lick your way down the line that separates his abs.
You hold his stare, watching as his eyebrows knit together the closer you get to his cock.
Giving the male a knowing smile, you pull his shaft back, allowing yourself the space to flatten your tongue on his pelvis. You feel the light prickle of his growing pubic hair as you drag your muscle to his hip bone, tracing the outline of it with the tip, enjoying the way his body shivers under you.
Goosebumps pepper Satoru’s skin as his hands find your arms, rubbing them lightly. Smiling, you press your lips to the crease of his thigh, then lick the skin beneath. You feel Satoru’s thigh muscle tense and you chuckle, applying more pressure to the tip, earning yourself a low groan.
“So responsive~” you tease him with his own words, pressing your thumb to his tip, admiring the way his desire coats your skin.
Bringing your face close to his need, you breathe lightly onto his heated skin, knowing full well what the light sensation did to him. You watch as his eyes roll back slightly, his large hands now wrapping around your biceps as he shudders.
“Say,”
Pausing, you swirl your tongue around him once, then flick the head lightly. Satoru half moans, half chokes from the sudden sensation. But you pull back completely, returning to your taunting hand movement.
“Tell me what you want,” you whisper seductively, licking your way up from his base to the tip, this time allowing yourself to taste him. The salty yet sweet taste coats the very tip of your tongue, and you moan appreciatively.
Satoru tilts his head back and bites his lip. You feel his hands tremble, noticing his restraint.
“Your mouth. Now .”
You click your tongue.
“Here?”
Pressing a kiss to his thigh, you feel his cock jump in your hand. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but you were also drunk off of the sheer power you held over this man. Who’s body is sculpted like that of a Greek god and holds the title of the strongest, yet yields to you.
“Y/n,” he warns, voice low and strained. His hands now move to your hair, tangling themselves in your strands, pulling lightly.
I like it when you say my name.
“Ah, you’re right. Here?”
Pushing his skin up so that his precum leaks out, you press a slow open-mouthed kiss to the tip, licking your way across the bulk of the head. You continue this exact motion, pumping him just as slowly as you were kissing him. Satoru watches you intently, hands shaking in your hair as you hold his gaze.
“More,” he urges desperately, bucking his hips up to go deeper into your mouth. You relent, but only for an inch.
Removing your hand entirely, you rub the sides of his thighs as you slowly suck that inch of his cock, swirling your tongue at the tip with every motion. You watch Satoru go mad, both hating and loving your tease. There was desperation in his eyes along with restraint, and you took advantage of that.
As soon as he knew exactly how well you could take it, well, the game would be over.
“As much of me as you can Y/n,” Satoru is breathing heavily, hands still in your hair but he doesn’t force himself in your mouth. Instead, he holds fast, letting you continue your slow torture.
You hum around him, allowing half of his cock into your mouth, the tip now reaching the back of your throat. His eyes roll back as you suck a little harder, but not any faster. You bring one hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them as you work his shaft. A soft moan leaves Satoru’s lips as it goes to your core, urging you to forget your game and give him your all. But he’s not near the point where you were when he finally gave in, and that alone makes you hold out.
Continuing to softly hum into him, you start to add slurping noises to your song. Satoru’s eyes roll shut and a small whimper leaves him.
“Can you take more of me, baby?” his fingers massage your scalp, feeling the slow bob of your head.
Oh, you think you're too big, do you?
With an inward smile, you let your thickened saliva dribble down to his base, then you quickly take all of him in. You hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat, letting his impressive length travel down your esophagus till your nose is touching his stomach.
“S-Shit–” Satoru curses, strong hands holding your head in place for a moment. Once he releases his grip, you return to your previous position on his shaft, sucking his member slowly.
His eyes shoot open, looking at you with both shock and confusion. You flutter your eyelashes sweetly as you continue your torturing pace. Satoru sucks in the air between his teeth, the realization of you not being as innocent as he may have thought settling over him.
“Please,” he breathes heavily, eyes transfixed on the base of his cock where your mouth was just moments before. You could hear the desperation in his voice, and it was delicious .
Taking him out of your mouth with a satisfying ‘ pop ’ , you stick out your tongue, slapping his cock against it. His eyes turn dark at the sight as his mouth falls slightly open, a satisfied smirk pulled on his wet lips.
“Please what, baby? What do you want? Don’t be shy.”
You trace the outline of his red tip with your lips, eyes never leaving his. His throat bobs as he considers his words, clearly, he still views you as fragile, and you have every intention of breaking that image.
“Please let me fuck that dirty little mouth of yours,”
You smirk, planting a kiss on his head, and then you hop off the bed, taking him with you. Satoru silently follows your lead, eyes raking your frame as yours watch the way his member stands proudly against his stomach. Angry red and glistening with your saliva.
Sending your confused lover a wink, you get back on the bed, laying on your back, hanging your head over the edge.
You now have a full good view of his perfect body. You hungrily look at his length, happy to find that it has a light curve. You clench your legs together at the thought of him in you, and Satoru smiles. He spreads your clenched legs while his other grabs his shaft, giving it a pump before he slaps it against your lips.
“Open up baby,”
At his command, you open your lips, making a show of stretching your neck and sticking out your tongue. Satoru leans forward, bracing himself with one hand as his other guides his cock into your mouth. He slowly pushes himself down your throat, giving you a moment to adjust to his thickness. At this angle, your throat is tighter and it's harder to breathe, but that’s what you wanted.
He begins moving his hips. His start is slow, allowing your saliva to coat him. You take the time to find the right position, hands going to cup his ass for the support you knew you were going to need. Then, just like you thought, Satoru moves. His hips snap forward with just enough force to push himself down your restricted throat, but not enough to crush your nose. You moan into his skin, happily hollowing out your cheeks, slurping and choking on him.
“God you’re so fucking perfect,” he moans while his free hand goes to massage your clit.
Rough fingers work your sensitive bundle of nerves, moving the soft skin with each thrust of his skillfully controlled hips. Your tongue moves with him, licking and wrapping around what it can. You begin to lose yourself in his soft moans, enjoying them as the air in your lungs becomes thinner and thinner.
It gets increasingly hard to breathe and you love it, sucking down what bit of air you can in between each of his thrusts. Your mouth pools with your thick saliva and it trails down your chin, spilling onto your neck, but you pay it no mind. You simply angle your head further, digging your fingers into his ass to give him better access to your abused throat.
His hand moves to your entrance, two fingers plunging into you, fucking you at his relentless pace. Satoru's palm rubs against your harden clit and tears prick your eyes. Strangled moans fight to come out of your throat between his movements as abrupt pleasure courses through you, motivating you to please him further.
Satoru’s thrusts become more erratic and you begin to feel the base of his cock twitch in your mouth, prompting you to moan around him. You send sweet vibrations down his cock, and he curses under his breath, fingers in your pussy delving deeper, brushing that spot, making your stomach tighten.
“Fuck,” groaning, Satoru thrusts himself deep into your throat, pausing entirely as thick ribbons of his seed shoot down your pipe. His fingers that pleased you move to your throat as he feels himself come in you. You hold still, licking him with your tongue until he readies himself to slowly pull out of your mouth.
Turning so your belly is flat against the mattress, you start to swallow his seed, ensuring your gulp is audible so he hears you. He watches you with a smile on his face, hand coming to cup your cheek, thumb sweeping over your near-bruised lips.
You take note of his cock, still very erect against his chiseled stomach.
“You’re full of surprises, Y/n.”
Your name left his lips in a breathless pant, and it was enough to make your walls clench.
Satoru smiles down at you, dropping to his knees so he can capture your lips. The kiss is tender and soft, and it sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
“You hurtin’ at all?” he asks between each press of his lips. You smile into the kiss, playfully nibbling his lower lip.
“Not at all, I could do that again.”
He chuckles, shaking his head as his hands run down the length of your spine. The touch is light with no intention other than feeling your skin. Satoru pulls back from the kiss to press his soft lips to your forehead.
“We can stop here if you want.” his voice is full of practiced calm.
His hand runs down your hair, soothing your mind all while your body is still burning with desire.
It had been so long since you had shared a kiss, let alone your bed with someone. The touch of others felt so invasive until Satoru. You would be damned if you let him go now.
“Satoru, you’re not going to hurt me.”
Nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, you sigh. You knew he had insecurities, and you know it’s only amplified by you being entirely, well, human. But you want to ease his worries, in every way you possibly could.
“You don’t know that, Y/n.”
Pulling back, you force him to hold your stare.
“Our time is short. I don’t want to live my life with regrets. I want you, Satoru, in all senses of the word.”
You lovingly hold his face, thumbs gently sweeping over your cheeks like he had done for you. The quiet tender gesture lingers between you as your breaths intertwine. You see him considering your words in those knowing blue eyes, ever-calculating and so full of thought.
“Promise me you’ll tell me if I hurt you.”
A laugh almost escaped your lips. The serious look on his face would make anyone stop cold, but it only made you smile.
“I promise. But you won’t hurt me, I trust you.”
At those words, Satoru captures your lips, tongue sweetly passing through your lips, immediately claiming yours for his own. Tentative hands explore your body, fingers lightly brushing over your sensitive skin, making you shiver. Moving to tangle your fingers in his hair, you run your teeth along the expanse of his tongue, smiling at the groan that leaves his lips.
Satoru’s hands guide your body up as he stands, his lips never leaving yours even as he presses your back to the mattress. Gentle hands spread your legs for him and you hiss. The feeling of cool air hits your wet need followed by the feeling of Satoru’s still slick member rubbing up against you. His warmth shocks you and he smiles at the gasp that escapes your lips. He pulls back from the kiss to meet your eyes.
Primal desire stares back at you.
You can’t help but let your eyes travel south, watching as he rubs himself against your slickness, hand on the base of his cock. His tip just barely brushes your clit and you moan, feeling your walls immediately clench at the swift pleasure.
“You want this dick, Y/n?” Satoru’s gravelly voice asks as he slaps his cock against your clit.
Dear lord help me.
“Y-Yes,” you half breathe, half moan out.
“Look at me,”
You do as commanded, tearing your eyes away from his impressive length to find his heated gaze.
“Use your words,”
He rewards you with another slap to your clit and you moan, the brief relief making your toes curl. Mindlessly, you run your hands down his arms, raking your nails down his triceps as you try to formulate words.
“Please fuck me,” you watch his face, eyes full of hope, but he only clicks his tongue and shakes his head, prodding your entrance. His taunt is maddening, and you try to shift your hips down, but a strong hand holds you in place.
“You can do better princess. Tell me exactly how you want me,” he smirks down at you, tip still just barely pushing at your entrance, all promise of everything you want.
Biting your lip, you swallow your pride.
“I want you to fuck me so hard that every time I sit down I can only think of you.”
A small breath leaves his lips and he smiles, shaking his head. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting that answer.
“So full of surprises,”
“Surprised are you–”
Before you could finish your sentence he pushes himself into you, stealing all the air from your lungs.
His thick length pushes past the first ring, and the feeling is so sickeningly sweet. Relief floods your veins as he fills you, your walls stretching to accommodate and hug his member, pulling him further into you.
“Holy shit,” you sigh, digging your nails into his arms as you spread your legs wider, giving him all of you.
“God, Y/n, you’re so fucking tight even after all that.” his voice is strained as he grabs your right thigh, fingers digging into the plush of your skin as he bottoms out in your pussy, holding completely still, allowing you to adjust.
You feel your walls clench and unclench happily, he stretches and fills you so well it is dizzying. You press kisses to his sculpted chest, a silent plea for him to move. He picks up on your hint well, slowly pulling his hips back to only push them back into you. Even a heartbeat of him not being in you made you feel so incomplete, the way his body fit with yours was almost too perfect.
“Fuck Satoru,” you moan closing your eyes, letting your head fall back, focusing solely on the blissful feeling of him.
His hips keep a steady slow pace, allowing your bodies the chance to adjust to one another. Satoru shifts your leg to prop it over his shoulder, making him go just a little bit deeper into you, pulling a throaty moan from you.
“Hold onto something baby,” he warns and you barely register his words, hands enclosing his wrists as he picks up his pace, pulling his cock out of you to the tip to snap it back into you.
“Oh my fucking God,” your eyes snap open as you watch Satoru rail your pussy. Your breasts bounce at his pace and you moan loudly, unable to hold back your noises.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good, Y/n.” he praises breathily and you moan, happy for the praise.
“Mmph– Fuck so do yo– ahh” your sentence is broken, unable to speak due to the dizzying speed of his powerful thrusts.
Each snap of his hips is expertly controlled. He angles himself up so he doesn’t hit your cervix as he ensures not to fully crush your body. One hand holds your thigh in a fixed position as his other holds your hip, moving your body with his seamlessly. Heavy breasts bounce against your chest as your body feels electric, alive, and taught; like you’re walking on a live wire. Pleasure kisses your nerves, promising new, but terrifying heights.
“Open your mouth,” Satoru’s strained voice commands, and your pussy pulses in response.
Swallowing thickly you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for dramatic flare, trying desperately to keep your eyes open. Satoru smiles at the sight, leaning over you further, then spits in your mouth. Your mixed taste coats your tongue and you whimper as his thumb goes to circle your clit.
“Hold it in your mouth till I tell you to swallow princess. Can you do that for me?” your stomach tightens at the sensation of his thumb, but it’s almost faint due to the overwhelming pleasure his cock brings you.
Feeling entirely submissive and breedable you nod your head, your saliva already beginning to build in your mouth.
“Good girl. Now, on your knees.”
Satoru completely releases your body, allowing you to flip over and get on all fours. A whimper leaves your lips due to the loss of him, but you shake your ass for him. The action earns you a slap to your ass, his fingers dig into your plump skin as he shakes the flesh for himself, and you curse, feeling your desire drip down your inner thighs.
You feel his nimble finger trail your wet slit, and he whistles. Then, his mouth is on your ass, tongue circling your tight ring. Strong hands shake your ass as he continues to lick and probe your hole, making your legs shake. The feeling is entirely new, and it feels good. Not as good as when he eats your pussy, but it's enough to have your walls clenching and clit throbbing.
The spit in your mouth begins to push out of the corners of your lips as you try to hold your moans back. Your hands are fisted in the sheets as Satoru trails his way to your dripping entrance, tongue dragging down till his licking your sensitive clit. As if it wasn’t enough, his thumb pushes into your tight asshole, pumping the well-lubricated hole.
I am not going to survive this man.
“Swallow baby, let me hear you.”
You gratefully swallow your combined spit, moaning loudly as your first breath leaves your lips.
“Satoru fuck me please,” you plead, feeling so empty it’s maddening. Now that you’ve gotten a taste, you were certain your body wouldn’t grant you release unless he was in you.
You feel his head pull away from your pussy as his fingers enter you, just barely scratching your itch. It was laughable to compare the feeling of his fingers to his cock – it wasn’t nearly enough.
“Like this baby?” his thumb still plays with your asshole as he curls and pumps his fingers in you. Your thoughts are tangled, and words are hard to push out of your throat, getting caught in the thick layer of saliva coating your mouth.
“I want… Your cock. Please, please, please, I–” tears pricked your eyes, you were overstimulated.
Closing your eyes you took deep breaths, feeling as he pulled his fingers out of you to only wrap his hand around your hair, pulling your neck up. His tip pokes your throbbing entrance as his heavy breath kisses your ear.
“You want me, Y/n?” the heavy seductive words makes your spine tingle.
“I want all of you, Satoru.” though you tried to force your voice to sound normal, the words came out in a quiver.
“Good,”
Then he was in you, cock plunging deep within your velvet walls, stoking the burning fire in your stomach. You arch your back, mewling harshly at the abrupt feeling of him filling you.
“You feel so good, fuck.” Satoru kisses your shoulder, pulling his hips back to then fill you back up, thick member stretching you too fucking good.
With his hand still wrapped around your hair, he pushes your neck down so your face is pressed against the mattress. You open your eyes, face rubbing against the bed, and watch the man above you. His head is tilted back, bottom lip between his teeth as he works to make you both feel good – hips rolling into yours, enjoying the feeling of your walls sucking him back in.
“You’re so beautiful,” you moan softly, completely entranced.
Satoru smiles, eyes opening and he pushes strands of your hair away from your sticky forehead.
“All you baby girl,” he pushes himself further into you, angling himself up, completely hitting that spot.
“Oh fuck!” you curse, letting the brief pulse of intense pleasure run through you.
“You like that baby?” knowing full well what he’s doing, Satoru grabs your hips, hitting your spot again, making your muscles jerk.
“Ah– Yes!” words were lost to you as white-hot pleasurable fire ran through your veins, making your entire body shake.
“Who’s pussy is this?” Satoru grunts, thrusts becoming more erratic.
“I– Mmph, yours!” with eyes rolling to the back of your head, you focus on your core, feeling your high threaten to crash over you.
“That’s right, Y/n.” fingers dig into the flesh of your ass “You’re. Mine.” he declares between powerful thrusts, still ensuring to hit that spongey spot, making your vision blot with white.
“I– I am so fucking close, Satoru,” the words are a cry and you feel your whole body become taught, preparing itself for its inevitable crash to earth.
“Come on my cock baby. Let me make you feel good.”
And as if the word was law, your body did as he asked.
Your second orgasm ripped through you, pulling a scream from your throat. It’s dizzying, disorienting, and far too intense. Your body spasms uncontrollably as electrifying pleasure coursed through you, making your toes curl. You try to run away, but you are locked into place by Satoru's strong hands. With each pulse of your orgasm, your walls clench and grip Satrou’s cock, dragging him to earth with you. He ensures to thrust harmoniously to the rhythm of your pulses as thick ribbons of his cum mix with your own, filling up your belly.
With breath heavy and uneven, you both fall to your mattress. Sartoru's sweaty body presses against your back as he rubs your arms all while pressing kisses to your temple. Your body shook as you came down from your high, thighs jerking with each breath and light movement from the male still plunged within you.
“You feeling okay, beautiful?” his words are a soft whisper against your skin.
Eyes still close, you nod. The intense pleasure left you light-headed and unable to speak. So instead, you angle your head and capture your lover’s lips. Soft and sweet, and entirely loving. Satoru smiles against your lips, hands lightly rubbing your sides.
“Let's turn over so I can hold you, yeah?" his words tickle your lips, making you smile. You let him move your body with effortless ease.
The male holds you close to his chest as he wraps his arms around your small frame, enveloping you in his radiating warmth. His strong heartbeat sounds in his chest, and you listen to it in earnest, thankful for the fact that he is alive.
You stay like that for a moment, listening to the sound of him while he kisses your skin, both being silently thankful for the other.
“I love you, Y/n,” Satoru whispers into your hair, lips still pressed to your scalp.
With a child-like smile, you peer up at him. Brillant blue peers into your soul, calling to you, to your bond, and your heart sings in response.
“And I love you, Satoru. My heart is yours.” his eyes fold kindly, just like that first night in your kitchen.
“And mine is yours. You’ve healed me.”
—
You spent what little time you had left with Satoru, soaking up every minute, second, and hour. You both decided it was pointless to dwell on the unknown, so instead you enjoyed each moment that you were allotted. Sharing stories of your adventures, travels, and struggles. You healed each other, in ways that one would think impossible. You renewed each other's souls, in turn binding yourselves together.
“You know, that day we met, I think my heart knew before I did that I needed you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t even know you, but seeing you was enough to wash away every ounce of my pain. My body moved before I could think. So I dropped the lamest pick-up line ever known to mankind.”
“Haha, yeah. But it worked out didn’t it?”
“That it did. You are my greatest treasure, Y/n. I love you.”
“I love you too, please come back to me safely.”
Satoru smirked, all of his bravado pulled into every atom of his existence.
“Don’t worry, I am the strongest. I can’t leave my fiance all alone now can I?”
“No, you can’t.”
“See? So don’t worry about me, baby.”
With that, the lovely male plants a passionate kiss on your lips, and then walks away.
♪ parental advisory: explicit content (MDNI), f!reader x gojo, hand-to-hand combat (they're just training together), pet names (sweetheart), semi-public sex, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, impact play if u squint, unprotected, pussy drunk gojo, multiple rounds implied, gojo is a cocky and competitive little shit
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“that’s two for two out of three — i win.”
satoru’s voice cut through the subtle ringing in your ears, the wind having been completely knocked out of you for the nth time as you lay flat on the training mat. you huffed out a breath of air, blowing a strand of your hair out of your face as you looked up at the sorcerer who was grinning down at you like a madman.
“you’re insane.”
“hey, you’re the one that wanted to train with me,” he snickered, extending a hand down to help you get back on your feet. “it’s not my fault you can’t keep up with me.”
you scoffed at him, swatting his hand away and slowly moving up into a seated position on the ground, your own breathing still a little unsteady as you did so. “this is not training, it’s just an excuse for you to kick my ass.” you grumbled at him.
“i never said anything about taking it easy on you.” he replied, laughing again when you rolled your eyes at him. despite resisting his help he still placed his hands under your arms, lifting you up off the ground and onto your feet with ease. “we could go again if you’re up to it… how’s best three out of five sound?”
you almost shook your head at the proposition, but it was too tempting for you to ignore. you were, naturally, as stubborn as he is. “you’re on, gojo.”
“satoru,” he corrected you, taking a few steps back as he positioned himself for a third round of hand-to-hand combat training with you. “i told you that you could call me satoru.”
you ignored the comment, positioning yourself again by bringing your fists up to block your face, your left foot steadily sliding behind you. when you didn’t respond he chuckled, taking a moment to glance at the clock on the wall before looking back at you. “we’ll be here all night before you tap out.”
you shrugged your shoulders, chuckling under your breath as you did. “good thing we have the training room to ourselves.” you snickered, earning a cocky grin from satoru as he started to circle you.
“yeah?” his voice came out lower this time, the teasing lilt still evident in it but it was laced with something more mischievous now. “you planning on wearing me out tonight?” there’s an air of flirtatiousness in his words, and you scoffed at him again to hide the way it made your heart skip a beat. he’d pretty much been talking to you like this all evening, from the very second you both stepped into the training room at such a late hour. it was the only moment in the day where your time-off aligned with each other’s busy schedules, anyway. “i’ll have you know if there’s anyone here that’s gonna be losing their breath, it’s gonna be you, sweetheart.”
“quit the flirting, gojo.” you muttered, your eyes following him as he circled you like a predator stalking it’s prey, waiting for the right moment to attack. he seemed to be waiting on you however, as if he was expecting you to take the first swing just like you had done for the last two rounds. but you were determined to win this one, and that meant approaching this with a different method altogether.
he caught on to this annoyingly fast, stretching his neck side to side before cocking an eyebrow at you. “you gonna make me chase you, then?” he snickered again, his eyes narrowing as he slowed down his steps. you could tell he was getting ready to swing at you so you braced yourself, and in an instant you were both at it.
he lunged forward, his fist flying in your direction as he began his attack. you were quick to block this one, but he was quicker — he maneuvered his way around you, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back before you could swing at him in retaliation. he pulled your back into his chest then, chuckling just behind your ear.
“c’mon, i know you’re faster than that.” he whispered, his breath fanning across your neck as he did so, and then he released his grip on you and you spun and swung your foot behind you, actually managing to make him lose his balance.
“eat your words.” you laughed, grinning triumphantly when he stumbled away from you. you’d caught him off guard, if even for a split second, but it was just long enough for you.
you started to swing your fists again, all of which he blocked easily — it is just training, after all; you aren’t actually trying to hurt each other — but the speed at which you were moving was making it hard for him to respond with his own attacks. this went on until you cornered him at the edge of the mat, and then you grabbed one of his arms and swiped your leg at his feet, successfully throwing him over your shoulder and winning the third round, and even the fourth after that. you and satoru were now tied.
“ahah! yes!” you cheered, leaning your hands on your knees as you caught your breath and stared at the sorcerer on the ground. he groaned in response, his brows furrowed with mild frustration “oh, don’t be such a sore loser,” you teased him, noting the way his face flushed when you knocked him off his feet. you’d assumed he was embarrassed after losing two consecutive rounds, but the way he smirked at you next made you start to doubt that assumption.
“i’ll admit you— hah… got me pretty good,” he huffed, his eyes flashing with something a little darker as he moved to stand up. “what say we take things up a notch for the last round?”
your gaze narrowed as you watched him stand, your eyes unintentionally landing on the unsteady rise and fall of his chest with every labored breath he took. when you tilted your head at him curiously, he continued, “why don’t we actually try to hit each other? we both can use rct anyway, so we’ll be fine.”
you laughed at his suggestion, crossing your arms over your chest as you did. “like hell i’ll let you lay a hand on me.” you snorted, though your tone was lighthearted. he laughed with you and stepped forward, standing within a foots distance from you this time.
“oh c’mon, it’ll be fun, and that way we can actually see who wins when we’re not pulling punches.” his proposition was tempting for you again, so you raised your eyebrow at the challenge and nodded your head eagerly.
“very well, may the best man — or woman — win.” you smirked at him, extending your arm for a good-sported handshake before you both pummeled the shit out of each other.
and when satoru said he wasn’t pulling his punches anymore, he was not kidding. the combat was much more strenuous now that you were both actively trying not to get hit, but satoru had at least turned off his infinity to make it a fair game. you each landed a few rough hits on each others torsos and arms, nothing too bad, but it only fueled the adrenaline in your systems as you both started to actually get into a full-blown fight.
you managed to throw a punch square against his jaw, and this made him growl in frustration at you, anger briefly flashing over his features. on instinct you’d almost thought to apologize, but then he was landing another throw that, when you tried to sidestep and dodge it knocked you back into the wall just a few feet behind you. you’d attempted to move out of the way to block his next attack but he moved faster than you, harshly pinning your arms at your sides against the wall. you wriggled underneath his hold but to no avail, huffing loudly in frustration as you met his eyes.
you were both breathing heavily, pupils blown with the adrenaline coursing through your veins as he held you against the wall. there was a clouded expression in his eyes, one you almost didn’t recognize, but then he inhaled sharply and closed his eyes before exhaling.
“tap out.” he growled, his tone breathy and almost sounding exhausted from the combat. he wasn’t taking the win, he was telling you to hand it over.
“fuck no, i’m still standing.” you retorted, regretfully so, because before you knew it he was pulling you away from the wall and knocking you onto the ground, his body hovering over yours and his hands resting flat on the floor at either side of your head.
“just tap out already.” he repeated, his lips now curled into a smirk. you pretended to consider the option, watching how he briefly let his guard down when he had falsely assumed the round was over. but then you caught him by surprise when you twisted your body underneath him and shoved him onto the ground, rolling over so that you were now the one pinning him on the floor instead.
his eyes widened when you raised your fist above your head, bringing it down to his face and stopping just before it hit him. when he flinched and closed his eyes, bracing for impact, you snorted and flicked his forehead instead.
“i win.” you giggled, leaning back and resting your hands on his chest as you smiled down at him. his eyes shot open and he stammered as he tried to come to his senses, but when he caught sight of you above him, straddling him on the ground, his face flushed a crimson red and he just groaned in response.
“whatever.”
he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands before dropping them along his sides, letting them land on your thighs instead. you were both still out of breath, and when he looked up at you there was that clouded look in his eyes again. his mouth parted with every breath he took before he licked his lips, and your eyes drifted down to his mouth when you noticed it from the corner of your eyes. there was sweat glistening on his face, droplets sliding down his neck and underneath the collar of the fitted black tee he’d been wearing.
you were faintly aware of the build he had, it was one he always hid beneath his oversized uniform, but the black tee and beige sweats he was currently wearing made it much easier to see just how much he was hiding. your eyes traveled down his neck, curiously, over his chest where your hands currently lay and down to his abs, stopping right where the sight of his waistline was blocked by your own body on top of it. subconsciously, your palms pressed into his chest a little further, as if you were trying to feel his pecs through the thin fabric.
you weren’t really fully aware of how you’d spaced out ogling him until you heard a soft groan underneath you. your eyes snapped up to see his face, now flushed a deeper red, with half-lidded eyes looking up at you. blinking in surprise, you shifted a little awkwardly, about to lift yourself off of him when his hands tightened around your thighs to hold you in place. you were about to question why when you felt it — the subtle boner he was now sporting that was starting to poke your ass.
“gojo, uh…” you mumbled, your own cheeks feeling warm when you realized that unfamiliar glint in his eyes was actually pure, unbridled desire. he was still laying there completely silent, which was uncharacteristic for him. he must have been torn between the embarrassment of popping a boner while you were straddling him and the unavoidable attraction he felt towards you in that moment.
you were also keenly aware of his fingers still digging into your thighs now, and you slowly slid your hands down his chest to reach your legs, making his breath hitch in the process. you grabbed his hands and lifted them from your thighs slowly, but then he just interlaced his fingers into yours and you felt your heart start racing at a mile a minute. you could’ve easily let go of his hands, he wasn’t holding you that tightly, but you didn’t feel the need to. you didn’t want to let go of his hands.
with that in mind you leaned forward, your entwined hands resting at either side of his head. you weren’t sure what was drawing you to him right now. perhaps it was the subtly mounting sexual tension that’s been building between the two of you since you stepped into the training room, or perhaps it was the way his eyes held this tinge of desperation when you started to lean forward. maybe it was the way his erection was now pressed firmly against your ass, straining his sweats and making all rational thoughts in your head go out the window. or maybe it was the fact you were feeling similarly, the heat simmering low in your gut when your face was a mere inches apart from his.
“gojo…” you whispered when your nose brushed against his, eyes threatening to close. you weren’t sure if you two should even be doing this, in the training room nonetheless — where anyone could walk in on you two.
his hands were back on your thighs now, sliding up the expanse of them until they landed on your waist. “satoru,” he corrected you again, his response breathy while one of his hands now slid up to your lower back. “please call me satoru.”
and then he was kissing you, hard. you aren’t sure when he managed to roll you both over again but you were too busy lost in the feeling of his lips pressed against yours to notice what he was doing. his hands were sliding along your sides, the pads of his fingers digging firmly into your love-handles whenever they brushed over them.
how did it get to this point? one minute you were both sparring and the next you’re both making out on the floor and panting heavily against each other’s lips, needing the break for air but not really wanting to take it. the edge of desperation in both your movements right now made your heart race faster, your fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer, closer. his chest was flush against yours, pushing your body further into the training mat below you, and you’d have complained about the heavy weight if his painfully hard erection wasn’t perfectly positioned right above your heat.
but before you could roll your hips up to meet his, his hands gripped them tightly and kept them still against the floor. he pulled his mouth away from your lips and inhaled sharply for a single second before he was diving back down, this time aiming for your neck. he started to move lower, sliding down your body as his lips trailed on your exposed skin, stopping just below your collarbone and then scooting lower to lift your tank top enough to expose your stomach before he continued the path of kisses.
his fingers hooked around the waistband of your pants and they lingered there while his eyes flicked up to meet yours, silently asking for your permission. you simply responded by lifting your hips off the ground, and he had to suppress a groan of content before he swiftly pulled your pants and underwear down in one motion, exposing your glistening cunt to him.
“fuck, you’re already so wet,” he groaned, leaning his head on your thigh and nibbling the skin as he stared at the slick coating your folds. he kept pressing kisses and small lovebites on your inner thighs, completely mesmerized with the way you squirmed and clenched around nothing whenever he left a particularly sharp one. “you gotta let me have a taste, sweetheart.”
you whimpered a little pathetically at his words, hips bucking up slightly when you felt his breath fanning over your cunt. “just d-do it already,” you stammered, not really caring that you were starting to get a little needy. he smirked and hummed contently, sliding his hands over your thighs to spread your legs a little further apart before he got more comfortable. he shifted his hips over the ground, his erection pressing down against the mat and giving him enough friction to make him feel like he might just cum in his pants with the sounds of your desperate whines alone.
he dipped his head forward, licking a stripe along your folds and grinning smugly when you choked out a gasp. he did teasing little kitten licks on your clit before swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub, wrapping his lips around it and then lightly sucking. just enough to make you start squirming after only a few seconds of his ministrations.
“goj— satoru,” you stuttered out, almost calling him by his last name again until he cut you off with a harsh suck on your clit, a subtle reminder of his simple request from before. your eyes squeezed shut and your hand flew down to his hair, holding his head in place as he started to eat you out like a man starved.
he switched between toying with your clit and fucking his tongue in your entrance, and your thighs consistently threatened to close around his head every time his attention switched between the two. your legs were starting to shake, breathy moans growing in both frequency and volume the longer this went on. at one point he pulled a particularly sharp whine from you and he moaned into your cunt, his hips twitching against the mat with the urge to grind his clothed erection against the floor.
the hand that wasn’t holding his head went up to your mouth when you became more conscious of the kinds of noises you were making. he wasn’t having any of that; one of his hands released your thigh to slide up your body, agonizingly slow, just to grab your wrist and yank your hand away from your mouth.
“let me hear you.” he purrs into your cunt, his eyes never leaving yours as he slides his fingers into the palm of your hand, interlacing them and closing his hand over yours after he did. “forget about anyone else hearing us, i wanna hear how good i’m making you feel.”
“oh ffuck—” you moaned out in response, your back arching slightly off the ground when his words sent your blood rushing all the way south. you’d always complained about his big mouth before, but right now you were quickly learning his dirty way with words was turning you on to no end. that, and he’s also eating you out in a way that’s making you see stars in your vision.
you barely had the chance to warn him of your impending orgasm from the way it snuck up on you. one hand in his hair and the other still holding his, you squeezed both tightly as you came, a cry of his name slipping past your lips while the thigh he didn’t have pinned down closed around his head. he drank up every bit of your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste, and he kept eating your pussy until your body started to twitch from the overstimulation, tugging hard at his hair to pull him off of you. the sight of his mouth and chin covered in your slick, coupled with the pussy-drunk grin on his face, made your whole body flush and your breath catch in your throat.
“holy shit…” you breathed out, your chest rising and falling heavily as you watched him scoot up your body again, one of his hands still holding yours while the other went up to the back of your neck. he pulled you in for a messy kiss and you moaned into his mouth when you tasted yourself on his lips.
he leaned back after a moment, kneeling in between your legs and letting go of your hand to pull off his shirt. the way you unashamedly stared at him made his cock twitch in his sweats, and he palmed himself for a moment as his head rolled back on his shoulder, tugging his lower lip in between his teeth. he lifted his head to face you when you started to sit up and pull your own shirt over your head, tossing it aside with the growing pile of discarded clothing. a moan slipped past his lips and he lifted himself up slightly to pull his sweats and boxers down, letting his cock finally spring free.
without him saying anything, you leaned forward and wrapped your hand around his length, collecting the pre cum that had started to come out and using it to ease the slide of your hand as you stroked him. his mouth dropped open into a breathy moan and his eyes were on your face the whole time, his heart pounding in his chest.
“if i told you i’d dreamed about this exact moment before would that weird you out?”
maybe in a setting where he didn’t just give you the most mind-blowing orgasm with his tongue alone, it could’ve weirded you out a little bit. you two were merely coworkers, after all. two powerful sorcerers with such busy schedules that the only time you both found to spar together was actually cutting into your rest time. but right now, the thought of him getting off to such scandalous manifestations of his subconcious was making the wetness between your legs start to drip onto the floor. you squeezed your hand around his tip, watching how his hips bucked into your hand as he moaned deeply.
“just shut up and fuck me already.”
his cock twitched in your hand, and he removed it from your grasp and interlaced his fingers into yours again, something that was oddly more intimate than the actual act of pleasuring each other. he wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you up onto his lap before he laid down with his back on the floor and you laying on his chest. you moved your hips over his and aligned him at your entrance, and he lifted his hips up to sink into your folds, making you hiss softly with the painful stretch from his girth.
“’m almost there, just take deep breaths for me.” he whispered soothingly, his hand sliding up your back to push you into his chest. you whimpered against his jawline once he reached your neck, and he pulled you in for a soft kiss, distracting you from the mild discomfort and helping you relax enough to loosen up around him. once he bottomed out he held still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size.
when you wriggled your hips impatiently, mumbling incoherently against his lips, he smirked and grabbed both your hands again, holding them against your hips as he pulled out all the way to the tip before slamming back into you. he repeated this slowly at first until he started to set a steady rhythm, the two of you moaning together with every roll of his hips.
“s-so fuckin’ tight, shit—” he groaned, his mouth hanging open as his gaze constantly switched between your fucked out expression and your pussy sucking him right in every time his hips thrust into you. “…taking me so well, hah— let’s see if you can h-handle a little more.” he added in a pant, digging his heels onto the mat before he starting to pick up the intensity of his thrusts.
he was fucking you with reckless abandon, inching you closer to another high with every snap of his hips. your body was flush on top of his, barely hanging on when the sweat on both bodies from your previous exertions was making you slide up his chest with every harsh thrust. you released his hands to brace yourself on the floor beside him, and he tightened his grip on your waist to fuck you even harder. the sight was like something from a pornographic film.
when he felt himself getting close his movements stuttered, and you both moaned in tandem when he brought a hand down to your puffy clit, rubbing the sensitive nub harshly with his thumb. you clenched hard around him as you came for the second time, and the feeling of your walls fluttering around him made him cum in you not long afterwards. he fucked his load into you, moaning your name repeatedly as he filled you to the brim, and then his movements slowed to a stop, his head dropping onto the mat below him as he took deep breaths.
you lifted your head up from his chest where you had collapsed on top of him, looking up at his fucked out expression and giggling breathlessly. “don’t tell me you’re already tired?” you teased him, tracing your fingernail along his collarbone.
he took a few more breaths before lifting his head again, grinning up at you and bringing his hand up to push some of your hair back. “far from it, sweetheart. should we do best two out of three again?”
let the record show that you both fucked way more than that.
(bonus: satoru had to remove the floor mat to get it cleaned the next morning, making all his students wonder why the training room was unavailable for the remainder of the day)
↺ song credits (tag list): @elusivemoon @forest-hashira
▸ ▸ the longer you keep it up, the harder you’re getting fucked :p - gojo satoru
synopsis: you make a bet, but your boyfriend is the one that needs to fulfill it. catch is, if he succeeds then you'll get half a grand, but if he can manage till his birthday, then you'll get even more. and before he settles on the bet, Satoru warns you with one promise he knows he will fulfill. because the longer the bet goes on, the harder you'll be getting fucked when he succeeds.
content: 11k words (what in the world). afab!/fem!reader, she/her pronouns. minors do not interact. half of gojo's pov mixed with yours, reader calls him baby girl, explicit smut — fingering, cunnilingus, creampie, squirting, unprotected sex but only because reader allows and satoru asks for permission, pet names (sweets, princess, babe), explicit language. Satoru gets morning wood and an erection during his meeting. Megumi and Tsumiki almost catch him in the kitchen, Satoru imagines reader in a dress, mentions of masturbation, satoru has a private album of photos/videos, soft!dom satoru, he cums multiple times — inside and on readers breasts.
happy birthday to my lover boy!!!! 🎉 (i posted this on his actual bday, but it got booted from the tags.... )
Satoru felt his vein pop.
He should’ve known by the way you approached him, called out his name with an unusually cuter ring to his name — the one that left him usually helpless in your palm — to hear it, he’ll sacrifice the world. He should’ve known something was up your sleeves, when you pulled at the bottom of his shirt, playing with the hem as you looked up through your lashes.
Normally, he’ll never reject your advances nor your desires, especially when you were being this cute, but for this?
Sometimes he needs to put his foot down — because you must be out of your mind.
How cruel of you to even ask him. Were the eight years of not being able to fuck each other not enough for you, that you just dared to ask him?
“Absolutely not.” his voice was curt, short of the usual chime whenever he responded to you.
“Why? It’ll make it that much more exciting when December comes around, ‘Toru.” you hugged him tighter, looking up at him in hopes that it’ll get him to give in — it always worked.
He had too, especially when almost half a grand was on the line.
“It’ll perfectly align you know? since it’ll be your birthday then, as well…” you seduced while riding on your toes to have him look at you.
“Do you want me to die?” Satoru cupped your face as he looked straight into your eyes, his large palms pushing your cheeks together, “and we’ve tried it, and guess what happened then?”
“Well no…” your voice muffled through pouted lips, “b-but it’ll be different now! You’re older!” your grip loosened around his shirt, disappointed that he wouldn’t give in.
“If you know, then absolutely not,” he scoffed while letting go of your cheeks, his hands immediately finding your waists, pulling you closer to him, utterly offended you would even dare to pull back from him.
“and no it’s not. I failed then, I’ll fail again now. I’ll probably fail even worse than last time.”
“It’ll be so quick, the month will honestly fly by!” you quickly retorted, leaning your body onto his.
“So you’re a liar now,” he crooked a brow, looking down at you with his jaws clenched from trying to stand his ground. Knowing he didn’t have the guts to really tell you no, especially when you looked so determined to succeed over something that had no means of any health benefits but potentially drive one insane — the experimental group? him — eight years prior when he tried the challenge.
conclusion: no nut november was unapplicable to one named Gojo Satoru.
Groaning into the crook of your neck, his breath gently ticking your skin, “I wanna be inside you all the time.” your boyfriend tended to always such perverse and ludicrous words with ease.
“D-don’t you think you’ll be so proud of yourself? We can do pilates or meditate together instead —” your voice stuttered from the sudden mesh of his lips on your skin and the gentle breeze of his breath coating your neck.
Annoyed that you were continuing with this, Satoru lightly nibbled on your skin, smirking when he felt you jolt in his arms, “I’m perfectly content with who I am now, princess. How much more perfect can I get?” he peppered kisses up your jaws and softly kissed the edge of your lips.
“... we can meditate together, become one soul and mind, through the art of sex. It’s good for you. You know like my cock inside you? How harmonic, how wonderful, how … much more rewarding can that get? Maybe we can finally try some new positions? Like those Kamasutra positions, Suguru sent me. He said that shit works. ”
“But ‘Toru —” you whined, the once animated chirp of your voice dissipated to nothing but disappointment and sadness at your boyfriend’s refusal to comply.
“Why are you pressing this so much?” Satoru furrowed his brows, absolutely confused as to why you would willingly be abstinent for not just one day, nor even a week, but for a goddamn month and a couple of days on top of it?
“B-because…” you lightly bit onto your lips, hesitant to spill the truth.
— flashback to a week prior.
“Say… have you and Satoru ever tried… you know… being abstinent for a bit?” she asked while twirling her straw around the rim of her glass cup.
“Well,” sighing while resting your cheek on the palm of your hand, your body leaning onto the coffee table, “we did try once in college,” humming with a light gleam to your voice, “but he failed within that week.”
“I see…”
“What’s up?” You kindly smiled, questioning her motive of asking, “are you and Suguru okay?”
“Yea, we’re fine! A little too good, I would say,” she laughed, a light glimmer of her eyes sparkling just where the sun radiating above you both, shining down warmth to excite you for the words she was just about to say, “just wanted to fuck with him, a bit you know?”
“How so?” intrigued with her sudden confession, biting your lips in thoughts of maybe – just maybe – you felt the same.
“November is falling soon, wanted to do the classic no nut challenge,” she shrugged before crossing her arms with her elbows resting on the table, “ wanted to see how far he could last…” rolling her eyes with a sigh, “he’s always so… so full of leisure. always teasing me when I know his nuts are about to bust.”
Giggling in response, “Well, if this makes you feel better, I have to get Satoru off me, or else he’ll cry.” Shaking your head, “you know, for being so similar to one another, they are weirdly so different.”
“Hey… do wanna make a bet?” her eyes gleamed, and her face contorted in excitement as she anticipatingly nibbled her lips.
“A bet?”
——
“... I made a bet,” you mumbled while playing with your toes, you couldn’t help but wince at the scoff your boyfriend gave you.
“A bet? Like money? Didn’t know you had a gambling addiction.”
“Satoru, I’m being serious.”
“I am too,” clicking his tongue against his teeth while running his hand over this hair, “So you’re telling me you made a bet… and that has to do with Suguru and his girl because…?
“Well… it was to see who would last the longest,” nervously pursing your lips as you watched his vexed expression.
“...Are you serious?” your boyfriend deadpanned.
“Mhm…” you nodded, “very serious.”
“How much?”
“Five…”
“Five dollars, youre joking —”
“Five hundred for the winner and an extra two hundred if you can last till your birthday…”
“And why is there an extra incentive for me?”
“Because… she didn’t think you’d be able to survive even a week, nor did Suguru when she texted him. Both thought it would be an easy win.”
"that dickhead," deeply sighing with his eyes firmly closed, “did you at least bet that I’ll win?” His fingers wrapped behind your back as he tiredly looked back at you.
“Of course!” you smiled, giggling while snaking your arms around his neck, “I know my boyfriend will win.”
“you're lucky that you're cute,” Satoru crinkled his nose with a smile, “but, do you genuinely want to do this?”
“Mhm, Imma treat my baby girl out,” reciprocating the crinkle while lightly pinching his cheeks, giving him the softest smile as he slowly loses his resolve.
“your baby girl, you say?” Satoru raised a brow while running his fingers against the plush of your lips.
“My own and only,” giggling while lightly prancing on your toes.
Slowly releasing a deep breath before clicking his tongue against his teeth, Satoru accepted your proposal. “Don’t get mad at me when I push you off for being needy,” your boyfriend smirked while pinching your cheeks, “and no more special good morning wake-up calls, even if you beg, I won't give it to —"
Heat immediately radiating to your face, your heart thumping increasingly at the remembrance of Satoru’s cheeky morning relief — in between your thighs, lips kissing your inner skin as he trekked his way to your cunt that looked just so pretty for him.
“I’m the one that always pushes you off, stupid…” you softly murmured, “but yes! I just want us to succeed at least once, and plus… don’t you want to beat Suguru?”
“He’s the least of my worries, princess. Because I’m going to make you regret ever making this bet,” he softly threatened, his smile masked with a hint of depravity in his voice.
“Because the longer I hold on,” giving you a wink as he pushed you towards his room, “the harder you’re getting fucked when I win, angel.”
“W-why are we going to —” your lips were pressed upon his, your voice melting into the dichotomy of urgency but also ease as you drowned in his touch, “ ‘Toru!” moaning his name, chest huffing as you clung onto with your fingers raking his hair as your bodies dropped to the bed, “we s-still have to run errands.”
“Fuck those,” Satoru groaned into your neck, caving his face into the crevice as he pulled down his sweats, the bulge of his cock nodding in his briefs. Kneeling on the edge of his bed, his fingers fastidiously pulled your shorts off, throwing them onto the floor, urgently pulling your cute panties off to the side. Exposing your hardened bud as he placed a tender kiss on your hardened bud, now wet with your juice,
“Your silly bet doesn’t start till tomorrow, so open up, gonna make full use of what’s mine.”
— Day one.
The morning felt oddly nice, a little too nice when the mornings were usually cold and dull. The winter breeze was just right as the leaves swayed by its lead, and Satoru was sleeping soundly following the rhythm of the wind gently blowing outside, with his limbs intertwined with his lover. Without a worry, as he slept with his breath steady, and chest rising and falling in a calm motion, from outside looking in, the view would've simply been a couple soundly sleeping during the early mornings.
But underneath the sheets as both slept peacefully was his cock rudely poking at your inner thigh, his length pressing deeper in as he shifted in his slumber, lips murmuring what he was dreaming.
Usually, it would be routine. Satoru would wake up first, reach over to bring you close as he wrapped his arms around your body, and then he’d take some time to admire you while you peacefully slept in his arms. Ten minutes thereafter, is when the suffocating discomfort of his dick became too unbearable, and the throbbing of his cock would prod him to anticipatingly lick his lips while making his way down the sheets. With his lips pecking small kisses down your body while his hands gently massage your curves, he’ll quickly station himself in between your legs, softly pushing your cotton panties to the side with his index finger.
Hearing you shuffle and innocently moan out in your sleep, he’ll tenderly comfort you with a slight gruff to his morning voice, “shh baby, just sleep… it’ll feel good.” With his vacant finger spreading out your folds, the sticky sounds of your cunt slowly became more viscous the more he played with your pretty clit, the bud hardening with each stroke of his finger in and out of your pulsing hole.
His goal wasn’t to wake you, but for him to taste you just enough so that you’ll wake up in bliss, totally unaware of your boyfriend’s servicing actions. And just before he’ll dive more aggressively to taste your cunt, Satoru always placed a sweet kiss at the base of your pussy before caging your thighs around his arms, softly blowing on your exposed womanhood as he felt you stir in sleep. His voice was soothing as he eagerly licked his lips with a smirk, he cooed, “no need for preworkout if I can eat this every morning.”
But today, despite the morning feeling too nice, Satoru woke up frustrated to the core. He did his usual cuddling session with you in his arms — guess that made him feel better seeing you twitch your nose and softly snore. Cute he thought, would be nice if he could eat —
Instead of anticipation, his cock painfully ached and his mood turned sour the moment he felt the usual nodding of his dick to have some action.
Usually, he was excited to start the day. Not because he was enthusiastic to go to work, slave his life away to his family corporation, attend those god-awful meetings, and sign the mountains of files that his secretary ordered to finish.
No, he woke up solely with the intent of eating you out — end of story, final discussion. If sleeping was the only avenue for him to enjoy having a taste of your morning cunt, he’ll go through mountains and sign those papers if he had to — hell, he’ll even stay overtime if he was guaranteed.
But, he couldn’t. At least for a month, he wouldn’t be able to.
Sex the day before was good — too good. With a balance of carnal urgency as he bullied your abused cunt with his aching length, meshing with some time to wind down in pillow talk or while he sovereigns every ounce of your body with his lips, only to repeat the cycle of fucking like rabbits with the sheets damp and body sore from prolonged sexual intercourse. sex was still so fucking good.
But today? Yea...
“Fuckkk,” Satoru groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillow with his arm thrown over his eyes, his hips mindlessly moving upward in a pensive desire to fuck you.
“ ‘Toru?” your voice softly croaked, totally unaware of the frustration your little bet caused him, “you okay?”
“Mhm,” he immediately swallowed you with his arms, his lips pressing delicate kisses on your naked shoulders but keeping a mental note to not have his dick too close to your ass — that was dangerous territory.
“Are you leaving soon? Stay a little longer, I’m cold,” your voice was slurred, while your consciousness slowly slipped into another stage of sleep.
“I can’t sweets,” Satoru grumbled, his hands mounding your innocent breasts, “not when I’m like this,” his breath tickled the edge of your lobes, just fanning against your jaw while the control of his hips was no longer in his jurisdiction but of a mind of their own as he dry fucked your ass, “fuck baby… Are you sure you wanna do this?
“You p-promised, ‘Toru…” you responded with your back snuggled close to his bare chest, the heat of his body making you feel safe despite the raging thoughts that were blaring in your boyfriend’s mind.
Getting out of bed was hard, but getting himself to work out despite his cock stubbornly staying tortuously erect was even harder. The moment he pulled himself out of the sheets, he knew today’s workout wouldn’t be of his fancy as he drank his preworkout making his way down to his basement gym.
And yes, sure as hell, today’s morning workout was a bust.
— Day two.
“They say starting is always the hardest, ‘Toru,” your voice, innocent yet ignorant of the turmoil he was going through, was soothing as you brushed your fingers through his hair, his face plastered on your breasts as he contemplated the existence of his life, “why don’t you join me for some pilates? A lot of couples come together!”
No, it’s not. And whoever came up with such a quote was a complete fuck, because Satoru could rebuttal it to his grave.
First, starting wasn't always the hardest. Getting over your nerves, or mustering up the courage to start wasn't difficult. Maybe it’ll apply to life circumstances like applying for that dream job or starting out a new hobby. But for Satoru, once you’re hooked, absolutely addicted to something, that’s when it’s the hardest.
Because like a dog conditioned to expect food after a stimulus, the same applies to sex. If he sees you blatantly walking around in those shorts that he just loved to watch you prance around the house in, he'll easily break. Where your cheeks just lightly land outside the rim of the fabric – it was adorable when you reached up the cupboard, exposing a hint of your belly and your ass jiggling when you jumped on your tippy toes. Like a starved animal, his cock would answer with its length pooled with blood, his stomach knotting in flames while his azul eyes dilated at the sight of you.
It was so easy — you made it so easy. Pushing you onto the countertop, getting you when least expected as he smashed his lips with yours while muffling your little yelp — your call of surprise but his invitation for more — was so, so easy. It was exciting, thrilling, utterly fulfilling his primal desires to just swallow you entirely as you clung onto him while crying out his name, your nails scratching against his back while his cock pistoled itself into you, nestling deep inside as he pumped out his seeds, shooting straight to your womb.
It was glorious, so divine when he felt his cum leak outside you. The warm clumps of his ejaculation thudded against the kitchen floor while he huffed out deep breaths with his head resting on your shoulder. It sent shivers down his back when you embraced him in his arms. And when he was lucky, you’ll look at him with desperate eyes, pulling more out from him as you whisper in his ears, a voice that almost strips all air from his burning lungs as you palm his length and swirl your thumb over his leaking head,
“I think you’ve got a little more in you, right ‘Toru?”
But instead, currently, with his head leaning against the shower wall, Satoru stood under the cold shower trying to cool off his cock. It’s almost laughable how his dick nods up and down as if it mocked his misery.
“You think it’s funny bastard,” Satoru groaned, voice spiteful that even his own body seemed to have betrayed him.
— Day three.
Kissing shouldn’t hurt. Right?
He was at least allowed to do that, right?
Maybe not when the kids were around. But an innocent kiss to show just how much he loved you, should be good, right?
Or so, that’s what Satoru’s sex-deprived head concluded when he saw you cleaning the dishes, softly humming an unrecognizable tune.
“I was going to do this, baby…” he lowly groaned into your skin while his hands snaked up your shirt, fingers immediately going to unclasp your bra while his lips trailed up your neck, his hand placed around it for eventual better access to your lips.
Oh how he wished to press you down onto the counter, push your cute little skirt up your waists while he measured the length of his cock to see how far he could fit himself inside you before ramming himself in — how admirable would it be to hear the synchronized moans coming out from you both simultaneously.
But he couldn’t. Even if he didn’t agree to this stupid bet, he wouldn’t — no, you wouldn’t allow it, not even dare let him touch you when the kids were around.
Huh? But to his surprise, he could feel you reciprocating back by pushing your ass onto his cock. Soaking in every touch and affection he gave you; just maybe he wasn’t the only one craving, barely surviving through this absurd bet, despite only being the third day.
It was three days too long.
Treating him out? Fuck, that was his job, not yours — well, occasionally he did allow you to buy him some ice cream, but even in that, too, he would rather buy it for you.
“You know we don’t have to continue —” he tempted, softly whispering into your ear, his bulge pressing against the valley of your ass — erection hard enough for you to feel over your clothes.
“But the bet,” you whimpered when his slender finger pinched your nipples, “it’s o-only been a full two days though,” your voice radiated barely of a whisper.
“Shhh, let's fuck the bet,” Satoru’s hand inched its way down your tummy, gliding to satisfy the aroused coil blooming in between your legs, “this is all so silly, princess. We can be fucking like normal? Enjoying each other, come on, let me make you feel good, yea?” your boyfriend’s voice was laced with an amorous note.
“M-maybe we could just call it qu —”
“What are you doing?” Megumi blankly asked, holding his finished plate of food while standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at you both with unimpressed eyes, “are you trying to eat her or suffocate her?"
“Ooo Gojo-kun’s in loveeeeee,” Tsumiki chirped, “that’s what Papa does when he’s with his girlfriend!”
“Fuck, we’re never having kids.”
— Day 12.
“So, you still on that bet?” swirling the fizzling drink, Satoru asked before taking a sip of his sugary mocktail — a drink he confidently orders despite the odd stares he gets from the bartender.
“The bet about not fucking?” Suguru sounded nonchalant about it. It was exactly twelve days since starting and why the hell does he look so smug about it? Fucking bastard… always so full of leisure when he was crawling, begging for scraps to simply survive.
“Yea, I guess,” the raven hair smirked, his tone taunting as he questioned Satoru, “surprised you’re even taking it this far, thought you would fail after the first hour with your horny ass.”
“What’s up with you and your girl both thinking that fucking is all I think about,” Satoru rolled his eyes, pursing his lips offended.
Suguru simply just stared back, the look of his eyes alone sending Satoru a million words as to why he knows fucking is all he thinks about.
“Rude, it’s not always…”
Shrugging, Suguru brushed it off, “Sure, whatever you say.”
“Okay… maybe like 90 percent of the time, no — 80 percent.”
“what an addict, I feel sorry for your girl, gotta tell her to run away when she can,” Suguru teased, pulling out his phone to text you, “like, how do you even concentrate at work?”
“It’s called multi-tasking, a trait only the elite have. clearly, its something you wouldn't know about."
“You know what Satoru?”
“What?”
“it still shocks me how so many entrust their careers with you, slaving their lives away to corporate for an elitely dumbass of a boss,” looking at his bestfriend with the kindest smile while tapping his shoulder, “don’t you think?”
There was no fucking way, he was going to lose to this prick of a best friend.
— Day 14.
Satoru wondered how he ever survived without you. Call it sentimental, call it deprivation, but one thing for sure was that he wanted you — and it very badly.
Shaking his leg, annoyingly biting onto the edge of his pen, it frustrated him that there was nothing else that could fathom to take space in his brain besides you. He exercised a hell lot more than his usual regimen and cut off on caffeine so that he could try and knock out when he got off from work.
He even tried doing those meditative breathing techniques that he searched for on the web. Said it was to calm your mind and soul. But god fucking dammit, being in silence made him even more hyperaware of his circumstance.
He can tell you are struggling, as well. He’s felt your touch linger on his body longer, trailing down to areas that you shouldn’t be trying to touch as your voice entranced him out of his free will.
As much as he wanted to throw in the white flag, and dump this shitty little bet over, he was two weeks in. Despite the last two weeks being an absolute shit show, it gave him an incentive to keep going. Why? Because one, you wanted it; second, because he could prove Suguru wrong that sex is, in fact, not the only thing he thinks about.
Gojo-san, hopefully everyth…
But my god, was waking up in the morning a struggle. It’s almost as if he’s forgotten the taste of your cum coating his lips, droplets dripping down his chin on days when he ate you out a little too hard. The pure ecstasy of being in your arms while your pussy fucked him dry.
The painful yet glorious tug of his hair when you screamed out, “‘Toru right there! D-don’t stop! Ngh fuck harder! Go harder!”
Reciprocating your needs, he’ll burrow his face into the crook of your neck, the weight of his body pressing your thighs down to your chest as he caved his member fully into you, the weight of his balls slamming against your puffy folds while your nails painted red along his back, “f-fucking shit… c-can I, princess? can I cum inside?”
Gojo-san?
Despite the years, Satoru always asked for permission. He would rather live dickless than know he spilled his seeds without consent.
Your hot breath stingy his ears covered in sweat, you mewled out, “Yes! Yes! ‘Toru hurry —”
Gojo-san… are you okay?
“What?” quickly waking from his daydream, his pen still in his mouth as a table of his subordinates worriedly looked at him with eyes all rounded from shock.
The infamous Gojo Satoru, the heir to Japan’s richest conglomerate, who has a keen eye for detail and business strategies looked like a deer in headlights in front of his staff.
“They’re waiting for your executive decision, sir,” Ijichi whispered, covering his mouth with a file, “you seem awfully pale, sir. Is everything alright?”
“I’m sorry,” Gojo cleared his throat, closing the folder as he prepared himself to make his way out, “ l-let me just read through the presentation once more, and I’ll relay my decision later. Good work everyone.”
Satoru was never one to get annoyed easily. Frustrated? Yes. Even the clicking of his dress shoes tapping against the graphite floor, a sound that he’d never noticed during his career at this office, irked the hell out of him. Hell, even the obnoxious chime of the elevator ticked him off.
“S-should I clear out your schedule, Gojo-san?” Ijichi broke the ice while he followed behind his boss.
“No need,” Satoru’s answer was curt.
“B-but sir, you don’t seem to look —”
Raising his voice, “Don’t make me repeat myself, Ijichi —” only to catch himself with a deep sigh as he brushed his styled hair back, large palms gripping the edge of his table as he leaned forward, “sorry… didn’t mean to sound harsh, guess i’m just a little tired, that’s all.”
“My apologies sir, I’ll organize your schedule accordingly.” Ijichi stated before taking a bow and making his leave.
“That’ll be nice, thanks.”
Sitting down on his chair, throwing his head back while closing his eyes, Satoru frustratingly moaned out with his thighs spread out, “I must be going crazy, I’m not some horndog teenager…”
But inside his pants was a bulge, a boner that hadn’t gone down ever since the start of his meeting.
— Day 17
“Fuck,” a lowly growl resonated throughout the room — desperate and sinful — the depth of his chest expanding with each staggered breath that he took. Clenching onto his bed sheets and shoving the wad of saliva down his throat, it burned from the tension of lubricating his dry throat.
Licking his lips, and furrowing his brows, Satoru pulled down his sweats, freeing his restrained manhood. When the tip of his head smacked against his lower abdomen, the pain of the cold air encapsulated his poor cock that lay barren on its own, Satoru’s hiss littered his skin with goosebumps when his groans soon turned into desperate whimpers while he vulnerably lay in bed with an erection.
Before all this, it was easy for him to release. Simply envisioning you while he fucked you senseless, or looked through his private album of photos and videos he’s taken of you. It wasn’t a common occurrence for him to fuck his fist, but hey, when push comes to shove, Satoru wasn’t one to deny masturbating — especially, if he could cum to you in mind.
Normally, he’ll rest his back against the backboard, topless and with gray sweats — that you'll argue was your favorite because it accentuates his cock and makes him look sexy. If his girl likes it, why not flaunt what he has?
Getting himself in the mood didn’t require much. When he felt his cock pooling with blood, constrained in the restraints of his brief, Satoru would pull down his sweat with a grunt while his member sprung forth.
Sweetly palming his length, and applying just the right pressure, he’ll start by going through past photos and eventually ending up with videos. Zooming into your sweet lips, hearing your whimpers while he fucked you from behind, watching you play with his fingers on a date, to seeing your breasts giggle with every force of his cock slamming inside you — he loved it all.
Stroking his cock, while bucking his hips forward, desperately moaning while he envisioned just how adorable you would look trying to palm his member. A grip so easy for him to hold with one hand, while you struggled even with two. How soft your tongue would feel around the edge of his leaking head, while your hands carefully fondled his balls, lightly pulling on the sac as you fisted his length, looking up at him through the whisps of your lashes.
It drove him senseless when you would call his name with a little purr, pulling him closer to you as you spread out your legs to invite him in. It drove him mad when he’ll feverishly press his lips on yours, stifling your cries as he pounded into you. The only sounds resonating from the room were erotic slaps of sweaty skin and your muffled cries.
It didn’t take long for him to cum. give and take fifteen to twenty, but it was nonetheless a euphoric expression because every session made him pulse and huff, desperately desiring more.
If you had asked to abstain from sex, maybe that would've been easier to manage. At least he could relieve himself solo.
But, completely stripping himself of the option to simply cum was cruelty on its own.
And no different from a prepubescent boy, Satoru lay in his bed with his cock raging with his tip a fiery red.
But unlike a teenager, that would get boners out of simply nothing, Satoru couldn’t relieve himself of it.
— Day 19.
Surprisingly, Satoru woke up feeling refreshed. He swore he slept agitated and exhausted especially since this past week you’ve told him, “no more sleeping in one bed together, Satoru.”
But this morning, he felt rejuvenated and light. Maybe not nutting did actually work —
… Did he? No, fucking way.
Quickly shredding off the sheets, his eyes barely adjusting to the brightness of the room, Satoru checked his groin and examined his hands for any signs that he might've masturbated in his sleep.
Nothing — spotless. Miraculously, he didn’t even wake up with morning wood.
With another thought springing to his head, Satoru fastidiously reached for his phone — face id unable to recognize his morning face with the white bird’s nest of hair he had on his head.
Google search history:
Can my dick break from not cumming?
What are the symptoms of a broken dick?
Reading that there was no correlation between not nutting and its health benefits, and receiving the assurance that one’s dick cannot simply “break” from not cumming, Satoru felt reassured that he, in fact, did not have a broken dick and that maybe he was finally getting the hang of it.
Surely, there’s always a light at the end of every tunnel.
And maybe he’s finally found his.
— Day 19 - 11:34 pm
Nope.
Wrong. So so wrong. Most utterly wrong.
Satoru was in fact very wrong of the presumption he had in the morning. Because he was not getting the hang of it. Especially not when his cock was bulging in his sweats, while he was frustratingly lying wide awake during the crack of dawn.
If he could just touch his dick, stroke its length with the perfect pressure, he knew he’ll fold.
Only if he could.
It was arguable that he could.
But the look of disappointment you’ll give him, with the cute pout to your lips when he tells you he’s failed, he would rather die than come to you as a lousy prick that just wanted his dick sucked.
So, sighing while trudging off his bed, guess it was time for another cold shower — fourth one of the week.
— Day 24.
“Sir, it seems to me that’s you’ve lost some weight.”
“I’ve been hitting the gym more lately,” Satoru chuckled, the veins of his forearms angrily bulging, clearly visible on his pale skin.
“There’s been talks…” Ijichi stumbled on his words, unsure how to bring it about to Satoru.
“Talks about?” Satoru questioned, barely taking the time to look at his secretary as he was focused on signing his documents.
“That maybe you’ve broken up with…" Ijichi couldn't even dare say your name in the same sentence, " or —”
“Yea?” Satoru put his file down, a smirk growing on his face as he twirled his pen around his slender fingers — guess those flirty good mornings and looks from his staff made sense.
“I’m no expert…” clearing his throat, hoping he wouldn’t offend his boss, “but I’m here to listen if you have any trouble with your relationship.”
“I’m glad I’ve got such a trusted advisor,” the man pushed back on his seat, resting his arms on the sides of his chair, “but don’t mind me, just haven’t been able to let off some steam, that’s all.”
“Okay…”
“And breaking up? Ijichi you’ve been there when she broke up with me.” The man hummed, reminiscent of the days when he was heartbroken and lifeless, “We’re fine… just trying out something new, I guess.”
— Day 29.
It’s been a little over two weeks of sleeping separately. Dates have been cut to sole dinners, and going over to each other’s places was prohibited — at least til the bet, as per his lovely girlfriend.
And weekends were the hardest for Satoru.
Typically before this all occurred, weekends were his golden days. He was able to do whatever he wanted when he wanted it with you. Whether it be going on a shopping spree, or taking you out of the country for a short getaway, you were always involved — his common denominator.
Surely, he was able to still enjoy those with you, but it was rather difficult for him to keep his hands off you.
He still doesn’t quite understand why committed to this stupid bet in the first place. It wasn’t something he placed for himself, but guess… guess he just wanted to prove to not only you but also himself that sex, carnal lust, wasn’t the only thing that kept him in this relationship. That even though he’s been waking up with blue balls, and his mind driving him insane, you were worth more than that — not that you would ever get disappointed with him for failing, in the first place, but still.
If he’s made it till now, he can survive till the end.
But times like these... damn it was fucking hard.
“You want to come in?” you softly asked, playing with his fingers that were rested on your thighs throughout the drive home.
“You tempting me?” Satoru glanced over at you, cheekily smiling as he pulled towards you to place a tender kiss on your lips.
His lips felt mildly chapped, unusual when normally they were soft and slightly glossy. The warmth of his mouth and the gentle strokes of his thumb rubbing against your jaw eased you into the kiss as he pulled you over to the driver’s side to saddle his lap.
But that was the extent to where his hands would be: cupping your face.
With his car parked on the streets of your apartment complex, and his windows tinted, it wasn’t an unusual rendezvous for him to shamelessly fuck you in it. And that’s what you presumed this make-out session would slowly turn into.
Because fuck it. You’ve missed him.
Missed the way he touched you.
Missed the way he held you in his arms.
Missed the way he just knew the parts of your body that made you squirm, right before pinning you in place with his strength.
Missed the teases and affirmations he gave when he prepped you.
And my fucking god did you miss the way he rammed his cock into you, pistoling his cock inside as he held you down with his weight. Having him cum inside you? That was a bonus.
“Satoru… let’s go inside,” you moaned out in the split second your lips disconnected, only for him to crash his mouth onto yours once more with a deep groan.
Before he wouldn’t hesitate to strip you off your clothes, many times even ripping out the buttons when he was in the rush. He’ll smirk while not meaning his apologizing, “sorry, but i’ll buy you it, focus on me right now.”
It felt unusual to only be making out. You’ve craved him, utterly wanted to devour him. Wanted something more than just his tongue inside your mouth and stagnant touches of his fingers on your face. it felt suffocating to be unable to touch his bare body that was rudely still covered with his clothes.
So without much thought, the burning knot burrowing inside, flaring in the pits of your stomach, had a mind of its own. your hands slowly made their way down his torso, gliding past his stomach. you've noticed he was much more muscularly defined than the last time you touched him.
“H-have you’ve been working out mor — ahhh,” his hands pushed your face slightly to the side so that his tongue could easily access your neck. The padding of his tongue sliding along the valley of your neckline, and his hot breath sticking to your skin.
“Mhm, can you tell?” he whispered in between kisses, mindlessly running his lips to wherever they landed.
“Yeah, I can feel it through your shirt,” your fingers wrap around his belt, slowly unbuckling the leather, “and your chest feels more squishy,” your slight giggle was no more than a moaning mess when he immediately bucked his hips to cause friction against your throbbing cunt.
“Gotta look hot for my baby,” Satoru breathed, “especially when it’s been so long since we’ve fuck… shit, you don’t know how much I want you right now.”
You finally got your hands to free his belt, unbuttoning his pants while unzipping his fly down, “how bad?” you taunted, your lips sneaky up to his soft spot — just under his ear.
Your needy breaths and the sensual overload always set him off. And you were determined to let him succumb to it.
“So so fucking bad,” gulping down his spit, the viscous wad burning his dry throat, “it’s all I think about, oh fuck —” throwing his head back onto the headrest, allowing you to suck at his skin as his hands now firmly held onto your waist.
And just when you were about to feel his pulsating cock, salivating at how warm and sensitive it would be when you could finally get your hands on his member. To swirl your tongue down just under his frenulum while you lathered his length with your spit. Maybe they’ll be time to suck at his ball while you pumped his meaty cock, and run your tongue along the lines of his pretty veins.
“W-wait baby,” his hands placed on your wrists. With his chest heaving, and hair frazzled, he looked at you with worry.
“Yes?” irritated that he would stop you — never had he stopped you.
“I don’t want you to make any decision that’ll you’ll regret tomorrow,” he confessed, softly looking into your eyes, while a small smile formed at his pretty lips, “I-i can take care of this at home,” slightly looking down at your hands just about to touch his groin, “and we have so much time to do it later,” he reassured while pulling your hands out of his pants, bringing them to your lips to kiss.
“B-but Satoru, I want —”
“I know princess, I know,” his voice mildly trembled, “you don’t know how bad I want you, it’s honestly torturous,” Satoru let out a forced chuckle.
“Let’s just break the bet then,” you pouted, sinking into his embrace with your arms wrapped around his neck, pressing yourself deeper into his body.
“Hey,” he gently tapped your bum, teasingly playing with your mounds when he heard you whine, “didn't I say…”
“What?” you annoyingly spat out.
“that when I win this bet,” his hands pulled you away, leaving you at eye level with him as he rubbed his thumb against the heat of your cheeks, “fucking is all we’ll do,” he reminded with a slight chuckle. It was undeniable that your boyfriend did not mean what he said as a simple joke. The tone of his voice could sound comical, but the underlying incentive of his statement was nothing but that.
It was admirable to see your boyfriend set his boundaries, doing his absolute best to honor the bet despite his pupils being dilated and cheeks rosy. The gruff in his voice when he called out your name and while he took his time to dress you up, were telltale signs that he too was at his wits. His wonton look of desperation was plastered over his face, even the slight tremor of his hands as he cupped your cheeks, one last time, to place a kiss on your forehead before leading you up to your apartment door, was nothing short of love.
— Day 35.
Satoru woke up, took a shower, and had a cup of his pre-workout before heading down to his gym. He felt light on his feet, absolutely flying through his sets. the pebbles of sweat on his forehead felt worthwhile, and the strain of his muscles made him feel alive.
He's been feeling good. his body was shaped just right — not too big but finely cut and carved to perfection. He's been putting more effort into his grind, and been more involved and fastidious at work with precision and strategy. while still being your dutiful boyfriend who sent thirst photos, of himself post workout, with a good morning text.
He goes to work sharply dressed, with his shoes freshly oiled. The slight spark of his watch, peeping out of his cuffs, was the definition of the wealth he assessed. With his thin waists but defined chest, it wasn’t hard for people to know just what he had packed under his clothes.
Satoru signed off on all his charts, attending every repetitive meeting, and joined in on important business deals with partnering companies. He made Ijichi’s life easier by working more thoroughly and leaving promptly.
The last couple of days of this newfound routine will soon come to an end. And the old will come again. Hopefully, he’ll be the victor between Suguru and him. Finally, a time when he could rub it in his best friend’s ego, that he was, in fact, the better of the duo.
Sitting alone in his office, signing off his last document before calling it a day, Satoru felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. In only two days, he’ll be able to touch you again, make love, and comfortably be himself with limbs wrapped together under the sheets.
Soon, he’ll be able to enjoy the goodness of love — sex, being the much-added benefit.
As he closed his final folder, leaning back on his chair, reminiscing about the past couple of weeks, it was no lie, the struggle of trying to keep his dick in his pants was no easy feat. Every morning was a mental battlefield of its own. But he’s grown to succumb to his desires and utilize that frustration in other aspects of his life — career, working out, meditating, daydreaming of his future with you and what he hopes to accomplish.
Sure, not being able to nut was tortuous – painful as his cock throbbed in his briefs every morning and with every thought of you. Not being able to even properly kiss you without being tempted to just have you face down on his whatever surface was near and fuck you good was even worse. Nothing has changed in how his dick reacted on its own, his thoughts still lingered in memories of how you would react when he would touch you at your sweet spots, how your body trembled when he inserted himself in, the warmth of your tight walls enveloping his cock. How good you tasted when you came in his mouth, body tense as he massaged your limbs.
But he’s been good, though he wanted to throw this useless bet out the gutter and selfishly act on his own will, you were proud of him — told him every day when he dropped you off. And that to him was enough.
Closing out his office, and walking to his car. Talking the elevator down while the clacks of his shoes echoed in the empty parking stall, where only his and a couple of other cars were present, Satoru couldn’t wait to get home.
To take a warm bath, and decompress while joining you on a Facetime call. These days, those sweet moments are what he looked forward to.
He felt the light vibration of his phone and immediately smiled when he saw the sender.
From: pumpkin <3
Babe have you by chance seen my favorite panties? I think I’ve lost them or left them at your place ):
To: pumpkin <3
I wish I had them But we haven’t fucked at my place in a while … … you sneaking behind my back? 😭
From: pumpkin <3
Awww I see! Those were my favorites You’re ridiculous -_- It’s probably under your carseat or something.
To: pumpkin <3
I’ll get you the same pair (: Let me know when you get home, i’ll be home soon
From: pumpkin <3
Okie dokie sexy
Chuckling as he rolled his eyes, he mindlessly placed his phone on the dashboard and started his car. The rumble of his engine loudly echoed in the dark basement, and the lights of his dash could almost blind a person. He shifted his car to drive, and while he stepped on the gas pedal, his phone slid off the dash and fell onto the carpeted floor.
Grunting as he reached over to grab his phone, he felt a soft fabric brush against the tip of his finger. That was odd. Satoru liked to keep his car clean. So he grabbed the dainty item and hung it on his finger as he registered what it was.
Truly, god liked to fuck with him. Because on his finger was your missing laced panty. A memory of your last car sex with him before you slammed him with the “let’s not fuck, and you can’t cum till blah blah blah.”
“Fuck…” Satoru hissed, letting out a gluttonous rasp as he spread out his thighs in his seat.
And beneath his slacks was his bulge painfully starting to outline, the size of his cock so obvious despite the dim lighting of his car.
Clenching onto your underwear, he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t help but unzip his pants and firmly hold his hardened cock, as he unfolded the memory of when he fucked you in his car.
Ten minutes later.
To: pumpkin <3
Ah babe, I think I’m going to get home later than expected. Heavy traffic
traffic was fine. Satoru just has yet to leave the parking lot.
— A couple hours before D-day.
Dinner reservations were set for 7:30 pm, which meant he needed to be at your place by the latest 6:45. There were countless times when you’ve both missed the reserved time because either one, you fucked one too many rounds at home before heading out, or two, you fucked in the car en route to the restaurant.
Satoru hoped he would stay sane tonight. All he had to do was endure a couple more hours and when the clock hit midnight, it was game over.
But when you open your apartment door, it wasn’t a surprise his body moved before his mind could register.
Because when you open the door, giggling while innocently tilting your head to the side as you put on your earrings, the ring on your promised finger sparkling from the backlight, something snapped within him. And despite your lips moving, he couldn’t hear a word you said but the annoying, monotonous ring in his ears as his eyes sharply fixated on you while you made your way to wrap your arms around him.
No, don’t do it. Don’t come.
And in that moment, everything within him exploded.
Before you both even know it, he’s rushing inside your apartment, prying off his shoes while he pushes you onto the wall with his lips desperately smashed on yours. With your wrists caged in one of his larger palms as the other quickly stripped you of your clothes, despite knowing you were on a time crunch, you didn’t necessarily feel compelled to be on time — better, maybe not even make it at all.
“Satoru —” you yelped, only for your voice to morph into wonton moans as his lips suffocated your lungs from the air.
The sound of teeth clashing, hands hunting for more bodily warmth combined with the lewd whines that dissipated from each lips heated your core — just enough to push you onto the edge with your juices pooling in your panties.
His hands expertly slide down your stomach and to the crevice in between your legs. His fingers shove the fabric to the side, exposing your wet cunt that’s just so ready to be played with and touched.
‘Tor —” you barely managed to call his name, his mouth overwhelming with strength as he forced his tongue into yours. With teeth clashing and his hands desperately stripping himself of both your clothes and his, he growled while tugging your lip with his teeth, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.”
“O-our reservation!” you cried out, desperately holding onto him with a leg hooked around his waist, relying on his strength to stand on one foot. With his shirt hanging off his torso, hair now messy and frazzled while he littered your skin with kisses that left you begging for more.
“Fuck that,” he growled, his breath sounding rough as he threw his freshly pressed shirt on the floor — one probably worth more than your rent itself.
“It’s nothing new that we’re always late, princess,” he taunted, with his palm placed at the base of your jaw, cupping your cheeks with his left hand while his right unzipped your dress, smirking when it landed on the floor with a thud.
“I told you, angel,” cocking his head to the side as he swiped his tongue upward on your lips, his eyes piercing straight into yours, “ the longer I kept this up the harder you were getting fucked.”
“It’s not over till tomo — ahhh, ” you moaned when his fingers finally played with your folds, and eventually your clit.
“Sorry, I tried, I really did, baby,” groaning as his lips dragged against your neck, his teeth hungrily nipping at your skin while he rubbed circles against your hardened bud. The erotic sound of your slick swirling against his fingers was a combination of embarrassment but also ease – you shouldn’t so readily give in, but oh you wanted to get fucked so badly.
With his vacant hand quickly unhooking your bra and groping your breasts, Satoru kissed his ways down to harshly suck at your nipples, “ but goddamn, i think you’ll actually kill me with this.”
“From not having sex?” you pulled at his hair, both legs automatically wrapping around his waists as he sloppily kissed your mounds, the slime of his saliva coating your areolas to replicate nature’s greatest gem.
“Yea, because my nut’s seriously about to explode,” unbuckling his pants while shimming them down to his ankles, pulling one of your hands down to stroke his heated member, while he pushed your panties to the side, swirling his finger around your clit.
“Gotta take good care of my future children, you know? This is very dangerous, so so dangerous.”
“You’re being r-ridiculous oh,” you moaned out when he pinched your clit, his darkened eyes watching your every expression as he opened his mouth in unison with wonton looks.
“Shhh pumpkin, aren’t you so cute, ” nibbling on your ears as his sensual breathing made your mind fuzzy and legs wobbly, increasingly more from the soaking sounds of your cunt being played with was ludicrous and naughty, “it’s always over when I say it’s over.”
Humming as he brought his wet fingers up to examine, “god, you’re soaked,” chuckling as he murmurs, “isn’t that fuckin’ cute.” the glimmer of his middle and ring finger enticing him more. “See, you want it too, no? Isn’t my silly girl just ready to be fucked.”
“yes, I want it. want it so, so bad—need it,” you mewled, letting out a soft whimper when he suddenly kissed you, grunting into your mouth.
“but let me release one real quick, ” groaning in between the kiss, "it’s a bit painful," as he palmed at his cock, “where do you want it, sweets?”
“Me…” with cheeks heated, you admitted.
“I asked where,” his words more strained and impatient as the pacing of his palms around his member was getting increasingly faster with more vigor.
And instead of answering, you pointed at the valley of your breasts, pooling your mounds together to catch every drop of his seeds on your skin.
“Fucking god, I love you,” Satoru cock twitches in his hand, “get on your knees for me, princess,” he ordered before slapping his hardened length on your cheek, “ what my girl wants, is what she gets,” hissing while stroking his shaft, looking down at your sweet position — just ready to take his load. It’s not a surprise that Satoru cums fast, and he comes hard.
When he catches you eyes anticipating for his seeds, to cover you with his release, the knot that’s been burning inside him finally starts to snap. The pleasurable, deep coil of his cum shooting through his slit meshed with your desperate desire to have yourself plastered with every essence of him was enough to drive him off the edge.
“Fuck ‘mma cum, gonna cum so hard baby,” Satoru made a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp, “gonna cum baby… i —i shit shit…”
And he does, straight on your chest, splattering bits to the floor and some to your chin, barely making its way into your mouth — a whole fucking mess.
Panting while he pulled out every ounce of his seeds, thickly splurting out of his sensitive tip, Satoru murmured under his hitched breath, “sorry baby, i—i don’t know what just happened there, fuck.”
“you made a mess,” you chuckle, smiling with a crinkle on your nose.
“Shit… sorry, let me just,” Satoru grabbed his shirt to help clean you off, “but damn such a waste,” you pouted. Annoyed that he didn't get to cum inside you, but also grieving for the loss of his precious seeds going into the trash.
“It’s your fault,” he murmured, concentrating on cleaning every ounce of his cum off you, “if it wasn’t for that stupid bet, we could’ve done this every day, as much as you wanted,” mimicking your voice with a shake to his head, “but nooo, you had to just bet on my demise.”
“then let me feel you,” you murmur, “let me have you,” cupping his cheeks and brushing a thumb over the skin, his soft lips that you’ve missed so much, “fuck me, ‘Toru, I want you just as bad — so so badly.”
—
“Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned when he felt the tightness of your hole firmly wrapping a ring around his member. Rhythmically pulsing his hips, slowly gulping down his spit while he closed his eyes, trying his hardest to concentrate so he didn’t pull another quickie and cum prematurely.
It was a couple hours after he came on your breasts, and a few sessions of sex thereafter that. After multiple positions and fucking in different spaces of your apartment, finally, you’ve made it to the bedroom.
Feeling your soft walls pulsing and warming his length, just so tightly embracing his cock, inviting him further inside as he settled into you — his home, a place of refuge as he’s held so carefully not only in your arms but also by your cunt.
He’s eaten you out. Fuck, you tasted so good. His starved appetite satiated with every sucking of your folds, and slobbering of his tongue against your pussy.
He’s watched you squirm and sprinkle the couch, squirting warm liquid while he fingered your cunt.
He’s seen just how far he can enter when he measured the length of his cock magically disappearing inside you, making you relish in his reign as you shuddered with every impact.
And he’s felt the warm gush of your cum coating his cock, making a white ring around his length every time he pulled himself out, only to slam it back in. Bullying your wet folds while he painfully swirled his fingers around your clit, satisfied that your cum meshed in with his prior ejaculations were stuffed deeply — fully — inside you.
Your hips buck in tandem with his, matching his rhythm but barely following his pace as he slams into you. His heavy balls slap against your swollen cunt with every thrust of his hips, mildly splattering remnants of his cum off your pussy. And as he buries his cock into you, going as deep as he can, with every thrust you can feel his tip kissing against that sweet spot in the depths of your caverns. your abused cunt continuously sucking him in and hugging around him, tempting him for more, as he groans into your neck, his lips now swollen and red.
You weren’t entirely sure if he noticed, but you sure did. The throbbing of his cock tightly wrapped by your velvet walls, with every move of his body, made your insides churn into a symphony of pleasure, making you desire more for his cock to bully your cunt — especially when his head brushed against your sweet spot.
The friction of your body meshing with his feels sickening. The thick air of the room makes him feel lightheaded as if he’s being baited in between the realms of reality and another infinite dimension, teasing between the boundaries of possibly falling into an unknown abyss or comfortably landing straight home into your arms.
It’s always been like that for him. Through all the years he’s been with you, he’s been the one that loved more, loved harder, loved desperately. He doesn’t hold it against you nor does he find fault in what type of lover he was. He just — just, doesn’t hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm, his soul flourishing in your sovereignty.
Heart lasciviously yearning for more.
“Right there ‘Toru,” you sob, “right there, give me more more” — of course it’s right there. He’s studied you front and back, but it wasn’t just right there. Because as his thumb finds your clit again, pressing desperate little circles to get you over the edge, he knows it’s actually right there when you squeeze on his cock, your eyes falling to the back of your head while your breaths start to stagger.
That’s — that’s when you cum again—harder than the last time, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him. “S-satoru,” you gasp, “fuck, k-keep going."
But that — that was a shocker.
Normally he’ll ride out his orgasm after he’s seen you finish off. But, strange… when he sees the needy glint in your eyes, the tremble of your lips as you used every ounce of your strength to pull him in while you cupped his face, your legs mercilessly bouncing with every thrust of his hips while your thighs were firmly pressed into your chests.
Murmuring under your breath while you encouraged him to keep going, the invitation has him quickly falling into his own — hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you, shooting in waves with every twitch of his cock, with every groan pulled from his throat that soon formed into sweet whimpers that he harmonies into your neck, while fucking his load into you and as you held him in your arms, purposefully clenching to edge him off.
But still, it’s almost embarrassing how fast he cums. Even more embarrassing is how he’s currently withering in your arms, trembling from the aftermath of pumping his hot seeds into you, desperately holding onto you with his face planted into the crook of your neck.
The way his cum spills out of you and coats his cock, it’s perfect and feels just right. Despite your eyes about to fall shut, you can’t help but think how perfectly he fits intertwined with your body, his slowly softening cock nestled just perfectly inside you as he slumps on top of you, panting from the prior tumultuous rounds of fucking like rabbits as he cages you in his arms.
It’s warm — not only inside you, feeling the clumps spilling out, but love.
Loving him was warm. Loving him was right.
Groaning on top of your body, “Don’t ever ask me to do this again.” You can feel his cock slowly start to take its shape again inside you, it was quick but the viscous lumps of his fluid quickly slipped out to make more space for his cock to fill you again.
More — he wanted more.
“B-but I could’ve treated you out —” your voice was almost gone. You’ll probably get a noise complaint from your neighbors the next morning.
“babe, the best way you can treat out your baby girl,” Satoru rasped as he fully slipped himself inside you again, eyes rolling to the back of his head for a short moment before carnally staring into your eyes, “is letting him fuck you whenever he wants —”
“Wait wait!” you covered his lips with your hands, cheekily looking up as you then cupped his face, amused as you watched the discontent growl plastered on his expression morph into a pout.
Grumbling, Satoru huffed, “That’s all I've been doing this past month —”
“I said wait!" stifling his whine, pulling him closer to your bosom to place a kiss on his forehead, delighted to hear the small ring of your phone jingle in tune.
“happy birthday loser,” you cooed.
“You’re the worst for making me go through this,” he chuckled while caging you in, his arms surrounding your head as he brushed his finger against your cheek, his thumb lingering against your swollen lips that were softly smudged with lipstick, “but thank you, 'm getting older, but i’ll fuck you even harder,” he proposed with a wink.
“Wow…” unbelievable that he still had energy, “even with a month of no sex, you’ll still so horny.”
“Yea, because we gotta make babies now,” Satoru chirped, his lips making its way to your swollen nipples, sucking on the tips.
“Thought you didn’t want kids?”
“Eh, I figured… having a little gremlin like Megumi or Tsumiki-chan wouldn’t be so bad.”
“Just admit it,” running your hands through his sweaty hair, “you like them a lot more than you’ll admit.”
Suddenly propping his head up like a groundhog, with spit trailing down his chin, he corrected, “False, I like them only to an extent because I get tabs on their dad.”
“Tabs about who he’s dating? Why are you going to sell that to the tabloids?”
“Exactly, Tsumiki-chan always spill the tea, and plus that fart needs some action.”
“Even though you’re my boyfriend, you really are something.”
“Eh, i’ve gotten better compliments,” he shrugged, his attention going straight back to your nipples.
“ ‘Toru… d-do you think Suguru made it?” a moan slipped from your lips while you positioned yourself more comfortably under him, getting yourself ready.
Letting go of your nipples with a sharp pop, “That fucker wouldn’t lie to me — oh fuck” your boyfriend released a gluttonous moan as he furrowed his brows, hissing while clenching his stomach from absolutely losing it right then and there, “d-don’t clench so suddenly like that.”
“Gotta keep up with the pace, baby girl,” licking your lips while cocking a brow. “So… are you going to fuck me,” clenching while you tugged his hips down to your pelvis, hearing him hiss on the impact made your guts tighten while you watched him melt from the pressure surrounding his heated length pulsing inside you.
Using all your strength to turn your bodies around, now saddling your legs against his hips as you watched his stunned expression from above, it felt nice being in control. and fully sinking onto his cock as you started rolling your hips in repeated motions, in between wanting breaths, you asked,
“or am I gonna have to fuck you, pretty?”
— next morning.
Ding!
From: Asshole
so did you succeed?
To: Asshole
nah, fucked last night. you?
From: Asshole
nice. but happy birthday, bro.
To: Asshole
thx so, you pulled through?
From: Asshole (5 hours later)
nah, we fucked the day after making the bet. fucked again just now, too :P
author's note: omg... first sooo sorry for the lack of editing on this. holy smokes, it was way too long and i didn't dare to read through all of this. but if you have, thank you! i greatly appreciate you
NOTE : i have no idea, i just wrote and wrote and then a 4k fic came out. i was supposed to be watching scream and totally got sidetracked with this daydream of watching a horror movie with stsg and then you and gojo just start making out when he leaves 🥴
SUMMARY — the three of you planned to watch horror movies all night, but instead you started making out with Satoru on the couch after a long tension built up between you.
WARNINGS — not proofread pls ignore errors, cheesy, spicy make out, dry humping, smutty, sexual tension, heavy flirting and teasing, something between u and Suguru 🤭, lighthearted jealousy, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, princess etc), gojo is so bratty, kinda sub!gojo stuff but he's also a bit dom??, lap straddling, Suguru walks in on you two
WORDCOUNT — 4k
🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)
"AAA ~ !! "
And the first character of the movie dies, of course, you already knew that because Satoru so kindly spoiled it minutes earlier.
"Seriously? I could scream more convincingly than that."
"I need proof." Suguru jokes teasingly, arm draping sultrily over the couch riiight around your shoulders. He stuffs some caramelized popcorn in his mouth. How can he make even the act of eating popcorn look so sultry and attractive?
"Shut up." you shake your head and smile. "This movie's so cheesy, which one of you picked it out again?"
"Satoru."
"Hey! Cheesy isn't bad. And besides, the killer's a hottie."
You chuckle with Suguru. "So we're watching horror movies because the killer is hot?"
Satoru shrugs like it's obvious, scooting closer to you as inconspicuously as he can. But he's not smooth like Suguru; you notice the increased proximity and roll your eyes.
"Yeah, why else would you watch a horror film?" Satoru says.
Suguru responds, "Ah... maybe because you want to get scared?"
"Eh!" Satoru waves his hand dismissively.
You decide to tease him a bit just to get a reaction out of him. He's so easy to tease. "I get it. Satoru's too scared to watch something that's actually scary."
He glares at you immediately. You laugh, Suguru stifles his laugh and habitually rubs his index finger back and forth across his upper lip. (And he even manages to make that attractive.)
"I'm not scared of anything! I can watch any horror movie, no problem." Satoru boasts.
"Okay, big boy, let's put in something that's actually scary." Suguru teases.
"Ooh, how about the Grudge?" You suggest.
"Nah, too scary for me." Suguru admits.
"Can't handle a real scary movie, huh big boy?" Satoru mocks spitefully.
Suguru looks over at him and raises his brows very high. There's a tension between them, but then it breaks when Suguru decides to swap out the movies. The cheesy one is tossed, and hello the Grudge; you're nervously fidgeting and curling up in anticipation when the intro starts rolling.
"Be right back, getting refills. Satoru don't eat too many sweets you're gonna go into a sugar coma." Suguru sighs right after he says that, because the white-haired menace shovels a handful of sweets into his mouth and chews.
And he chews as loudly as possible right next to your ear. Chew chew chew.
"Satoru, I swear to god."
He giggles mischievously, stealing a sideways glance at you.
Why does she look so good tonight? This isn't fair.
The movie's starting, Suguru's trying not to make too much noise as he rifles around in the kitchen for refills. Such a sweetheart, he's refilling your drink without you even needing to ask.
Before his best friend can reassume that suggestive arm-draped-over-the-couch-but-really-over-your-shoulders position, Satoru does it; you feel the warmth and slight plush press of his toned arm against the back of your head.
Suguru doesn't think much of it and just sits back down normally. Though you do feel a bit sandwiched between them. But that's not uncommon in your friendship; they've been sandwiching you between them since highschool.
Satoru audibly swallows, but covers it up by making obnoxiously loud noises; shifting his legs, tucking them, untucking them, putting them over your lap and cheekily smiling until you scowl and push his legs off and then he pouts. He pouts so genuinely that you apologetically allow him to put his thigh over yours, just how he likes to do when the both of you are sitting side-by-side.
The movie's rolling. All three of you have your eyes glued to the screen. Satoru can feel you start to scrunch your shoulders up, so he teases (and talks during the movie, like he always does).
"You gettin' scared, princess?" he smirks. "Should I hold you — "
"SHHH!!" you and Suguru hush him in sync.
Satoru rolls his eyes and shuts up, but only for a little while. Then he pipes up again.
"Man, this isn't even scary, we should put something else in — "
"SHHH!!"
He shuts up. And then, the funniest thing happens.
Satoru starts getting scared. Suguru notices it, but you don't; and it makes him quietly smirk. He would never expose his friend like that right in front of his crush, though. So he doesn't tease and just casually watches the movie, completely immune to the horrors.
You can feel Satoru tensing up, but then as if he notices you noticing, he relaxes his muscles. Then he clears his throat loudly.
"SHHH!!"
"Sorry! Jesus I can't even clear my throat? Bleh."
"Satoru, quiet."
He pouts. Now it's silent again, except for the movie playing and the rain beginning to hit the window softly. The room is dimly lit, and the atmosphere isn't eerie but horror movies always change that.
It's raining, raining, raining, the movie is playing, the three of you are sinking into the couch, invested.
Then there's a small, sudden thunder crack and it makes Satoru jolt like a cat.
"Haha." Suguru stifles his laugh.
Satoru pokes hard at his cheek. "Shut up."
You tease, "Gettin' scared, princess?" you mimic mockingly.
"Yeah right! I can feel you trembling besides me." Satoru grumbles, unexpectedly defensive.
"Oh yeah. I'm just so terrified. Hug me, Satoru, I'm scared." you joke sarcastically. But sarcastic or not, his heart lurches.
You don't notice until you're halfway through the movie, but Satoru was the one trembling; very subtly. You can even feel the thighs of his muscle tensing up — he's still resting his leg on top of your thigh, unmoving. Why would he move? He's comforted by your body warmth. He needs that right now.
There's another thunder crack, and it makes both you and Satoru jump this time.
"Haha. Wimps." Suguru laughs, playfully mocking the both of you.
"Ah shut up!" you furrow your brows.
"Y/n, if you're scared you can cuddle m — "
" — meee, you can cuddle me, baby." Satoru interrupts Suguru, resulting in a funny side-eye moment between the two of them. Suguru shakes his head.
Satoru's scooting even closer, pressing his body against yours. Side by side. Warm. Firm and soft. Basically cuddling. You're sure you couldn't be any closer, but then Satoru manages to become even closer.
Your words echo in his head and for some reason, get him feeling hot beneath the hem of his pajama pants.
Hug me, Satoru, I'm scared.
Seriously? Did you realize how hot you were? How dare you say something like that?
He craves more intimacy with you. And he's no stranger to just randomly rearranging your body or playing with it, he's always been touchy since high school. Like a cat, he only gets physical and comfortable with calm people like you and Suguru.
So he takes his thigh off your thigh, right? And then two big hands grab your thighs, press them together and put them right over his lap.
"What the hell...?" you laugh under your breath.
"Isn't this comfier?" Satoru murmurs sensually, lips grazing your cheek.
"Augh, get a room you two. Gonna make me nauseous." Suguru grimaces.
"You're just jealous!" Satoru giggles, trying his best to not look at the TV screen.
"SHUT... up and watch the movie. Your talking is distracting me." Suguru complains.
"Ughhh, but it's so boring I don't even wanna — " he pulls up the blanket over yours and his head. " — watch it anymore. Oh hey, this is intimate, isn't it? Hehe."
"Satoru! I wanna see the movie!"
"No you don't, you're scared shitless."
Suguru's just sitting to your left, shaking his head as he listens to you two flirt under the blanket as if it magically enclosed you into a space away from the world.
"I can hear you two." he grumbles. "If you're gonna make out, at least do it quietly."
"We're not making out!" you squeal embarrassedly, even though Suguru was clearly joking. There was no sign of making out happening under that blanket.
"...yet." Satoru winks, but you miss it because it's so dark now with the blanket draped over the two of you.
You can almost feel him blinking at you. Even if it's dark and impossible to see you, Satoru will still try to; he's just always been like that, ever since you first met him. In fact, on the first day you met him, he wouldn't stop staring at you, as if he was captivated or fixated on some aspect of your face or behavior. Completely spellbound, starstruck, heart-eyed...
Suguru excuses himself to the bathroom so you two can have your little moment.
You ripple the blanket off your head to look at him as he leaves. "Bring back those pretzel snacks."
"M'kay, angel." Suguru hums.
"Thanks, my boy."
Satoru looks at you very dramatically.
"What?"
"What the hell? I'm right here! You know I'm the one who's had a crush on you all these years, not him! RIGHT SUGURU?"
There's a hesitation, then Suguru confirms from the bathroom even though he didn't hear a damn thing. He just agreed because it's his best friend asking for a confirmation.
"YUP THAT'S RIGHT."
"See! What, why are you laughing?" Satoru starts to smile because you're starting to break down into laughter.
He's facing you now. And it makes the both of you aware of just how much bigger he is, and how much smaller you are. Daddy long legs aside, he's just bigger than you; the broadness of his shoulders, the size of his hands — even his ears, which he remembers you used to tease him about in high school. He's got those cute ears that poke out a bit.
"Satoru..." you murmur against his face.
His heart pangs. "Huh?" he's so caught off guard, expecting you to lean in for a kiss. So he surreptitiously wets his lips with a swift swipe of his tongue.
"...you know, I'm sorry for always teasing you about your ears in high school. Looking at them now, they're really cute." you admit, hand coming up to caress his ear; fingers just grazing his sharp undercut.
His stomach knots up, and he goes silent, too stunned to respond. "Oh... thanks..."
You're side-eyeing the movie for a moment, and poor you; it's at just the right moment for a terrible jumpscare.
You reactively grab for Satoru's shirt and arm, squeezing tight and nearly yelping because you were caught so off-guard. Your heart is racing and so is his; but not because of the movie.
"I hate this film!" you whine into his chest, and he thinks he's in heaven right then. Is his crush really holding onto him during a scary movie? Um, hell to the yes. This is his dream. This is exactly what he wanted out of this experience, as cheesy as it is, he doesn't care that it's cheesy in fact he likes that it's cheesy.
"Tell me about it..." he huffs under his breath, and it fans your face and he can feel it come back to him. That excites him so much.
"And it's all your fault we're watching it, 'cuz you had to show off your 'manliness' or whatever! So Stupid!"
"Yeah, but, it got you in my arms, so it wasn't such a bad idea." he flirts with a slight nervous shake in his voice.
"Huh?" you look into his eyes. Ooh boy, he's holding it in. He's refraining. He's tying his hands behind his back, metaphorically; but not for long...
"What? I've got a pretty girl clinging to me 'cuz she's scared of a horror movie. And it's a rainy night. Bonus points." he smirks.
"Oh shut up... stop flirting with me or I'll — "
" — you like it, don't you? Being this close?"
You look at him in surprise. Where did that serious tone come from? It's laced with something sexual that just raises the excitement in the air between you and him. He's on edge. He has to kiss you. He's thinking about it so hard that he's sure he'll just snap at any moment.
"Y-yeah..." you admit.
You're suddenly so conscious of the closeness. The slight press of his biceps as his arms ensnare you, how you're practically sitting on top of him — when did that happen? His breath smells like the sweets he's been snacking on all night.
His breath fans your face and now he's really thinking about it as he stares at your lips.
"You sooo wanna kiss me." he cheekily teases you.
"Ew, cheesy." you cringe at him. You playfully shield yourself by putting your hand over his lips. His pretty nose peaks over the edge of your palm.
When you cover half his face like this, you realize just how striking his eyes are. Even in the dim light, they're capable of holding your whole attention. The movie is just another background noise.
"Mmf."
"What was that, loser? Can't hear what you're saying. Speak up." you tease.
"Mmf mm-hmmf-hmf? hmf hmf." it sounds like he's offended, and then he's snatching your hand away and climbing on top of you.
He's soaking up your every giggle. And underneath his playfulness, he's trying to show off his strength. Not like you notice, you're just enjoying it; being pinned under him like you're the tiniest thing on the planet to him.
Now he lifts his hips away from you, so you don't feel how hard he's getting. He can feel himself throbbing in his pajama pants. Such cute pants for the fact he's got a big cock underneath them
There's very little space to think when he's so chokingly close to you. His scent pervades your senses. His whole essence invades your space. It's just Satoru Satoru Satoru, nothing else is in your head. And for him, it's just you you you, nothing else is in his head, either.
His eyes roam up and down your body in one small moment, it excites his fantasies. Now he's wondering not just about what your lips taste and feel like, but also about what your body tastes and feels like; he knows one thing's for sure, and that's your softness. He's hugged you like he's trying to crush your bones in the past, and muttered praises about how impossibly soft your little body is in his.
"See that?" he murmurs, blurting out his thoughts without thinking, "Our bodies fit together perfectly. 'sure our lips would, too."
"Wow... where did that come from... you just gave me butterflies, Satoru." you chuckle nervously against his lips.
He's so tempted. He's right on the edge. Why's he holding back? He's forgotten by now.
"Good..." he mutters suggestively against your lips, eyes beginning to become lidded with sultriness as he leans in for a kiss.
And oh wow... that's a kiss he won't forget for the rest of his life. It's soft. He melts against you like butter in the sun. He was so right; your bodies fit together perfectly, and so do your lips.
" 'Toru..." you mumble his sweet nickname into his mouth and it nearly makes him moan, but he holds it in and kisses you like a gentle boy.
He's trying so hard to mask his horniness, but it's showing through; he's starting to shake from how bad he wants you. This kiss is enough until it's not; and then he turns up the heat. His lips glide over yours, wet sounds fill the room and the horror movie keeps playing in the background.
Kiss kiss kiss. He's kissing you like he's scared he'll never be able to after this moment, like this is the only time he'll have the courage to kiss you. And that courage and confidence falters mid-kiss, because he wonders worryingly if you crave him as badly as he craves you.
"Don't pull away... " you mutter against his saliva-wettened lips.
He breathes excitedly, eyes lighting up at your words. "Nah, if you want more kisses... 'gonna have to come get 'em." he pulls back, and you immediately miss the feeling of his torso pressing against yours.
"Teasing bitch, damn!" you complain, "Come back — kiss me more — oh you're so annoying!"
He giggles, lips feeling tingly. His heart is beating so hard he can feel it all over his chest and cheeks. And those poor cheeks. He hasn't blushed this boyishly since the last time you gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"Come get your kisses ~ " he teases, beckoning you with his finger. Oh you hate when his confidence swells so suddenly like this, he becomes a menace. Well... 'hate'. You love it. He knows it. That's why he does it.
"Don't wink at me, you freak..." you crawl on top of his lap, and he didn't expect that even though he should have.
So now your face drops in surprise and amusement. "Oh... oh. Getting a lil' excited, big boy?"
A noise comes out of him, his face stuck with this embarrassed smiling expression. "Uh... uhah. Haha. A little bit? Shit don't blame me, you're fucking hot."
"Mmm, am I?" you lean close, lips grazing across his lips, eyes staring into his eyes. He feels electrified.
"Wow... uh..."
"Speechless, 'Toru? That's so unlike you." you tease him in such a low voice that he leaks a little precum. And you can feel it.
"W-wow... what... no... I'm not... holy shit... haha..." and then he laughs it off, nervously placing his hands on your hips. "D-don't straddle me like this, you'll make it worse."
"I'll make what worse?" you tease dirtily.
You give him so many butterflies right then that he starts feeling a bit lightheaded.
"My... uh... nothing..."
"...your? Continue. What were you gonna say? Now you've got my attention and we're all alone..." you keep teasing and it keeps making his heart flutter.
Wow. Call me lucky. She's straddling my fucking lap and teasing me? Am I dreaming?
"Wow... you're so speechless." you chuckle.
"Fuck off... what d'you expect... you're the one sitting on my dick..."
"... oh, sorry." you mutter a teasing apology and begin to move away, but his hands grip tightly and refuse to let you go.
"Stay."
"Ooh, now you're dom? Really thought you were sub for a second there." you cheek.
"Cheeky bitch..." he mutters before crashing his lips haphazardly against yours.
And surprisingly, the second kiss feels better than the first. It's electric. Your bodies are on fire and all the two of you are really thinking about is taking this to the bedroom.
Subconsciously grinding on his lap, feeling the outline of his cock, even feeling the wetness a bit as his tip digs between your thighs. You're starting to feel lightheaded now, too, with how he's kissing you.
"Trynna... t-turn me on or something...?" you giggle into his mouth.
His big hands come to cup your cheeks, trusting that those hips won't attempt to move off his lap again.
"... yeah..." he breaths heavily, looking at you so deeply that you feel like he's staring into your soul.
The moment is so hot and steamy that you feel like there's visible heat clouds hanging over the two of you. But then the moment is interrupted —
"Are you guys done making out — OH HAHA WERE YOU ACTUALLY MAKING OUT? I was just kidding — WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU GUYS ON TOP OF EACH OTHER! THIS IS HORROR FILM NIGHT NOT PORN NIGHT!" Suguru starts laughing, clutching his stomach.
"Party pooper!" Satoru frowns over at him from underneath you. You're mortified and laughing like a seal, slowly getting off Satoru's lap which makes him whine.
"What the hell! That's funny, were you two seriously fucking in front of a horror movie. Satoru, that's not classy at all."
"Shut! Up!" You throw a pillow at him, and he comes over to throw a snack packet at you, cheekily smiling. "We were not fucking!"
"Sooo... just dry humping?" Suguru teases.
"SHUT UP!" you and Satoru yell in unison, both completely embarrassed. Suguru laughs so hard that his cheeks hurt.
"And anyways, take this damn movie out, it's creepy! I'm not gonna sleep tonight..."
"...aw, big baby's scared of horror films after all. I knew you were bluffing. Y/n, will you sleep with my best friend tonight? I think otherwise he'll be sucking his thumb and not getting any rest."
"Oh you're sooo dead, come here." Satoru glares playfully at him and climbs over you to get to Suguru.
And the boys start playfighting, and you shake your head and get up to take the movie out yourself.
"I'm getting my own apartment one day, I swear. Living with you two is a nightm-AAAAHH!!' you whine, seeing the creepiest thing yet on the TV.
They laugh at you together, and it reminds you of high school so much at you feel a wave of nostalgia.
"No more scary movies!" you declare. "Never again!"
"Aw, but they brought you and Satoru closer together. I think next time you guys are too shy to kiss or fuck, just put in a horror film and it'll get the atmosphere right."
"Suguru, be careful what you say. Remember you don't pay rent."
Satoru cackles. "That's right!"
"Wow, what the hell... I'm never letting you borrow another hoodie." he retorts, purposefully bringing up the hoodie thing just to catch you and Satoru off-guard.
"WHAT! You what?! What??" Satoru is in between being playfully jealous and genuinely jealous.
"Suguru!" you cover your face out of embarrassment. You feel lightheaded from all the butterflies that the both of them cause in you.
"I didn't say anything." Suguru acts nonchalant, tearing into the snacks that were supposed to be for you.
"You! Gave her! Your hoodies!? This isn't gonna be a polyamorous thing, I'm possessive you know that!" Satoru's playfully battering his friend and his friend isn't reacting to it, which makes it all the more amusing. He's just languidly chewing on snacks.
"She asked for them." Suguru exposes.
Satoru stops and looks at you like he's been betrayed.
"Suguru!" You squeal, "Nono, Satoru he's lying — "
"YOU CAN HAVE MY HOODIES, WHY WOULD YOU WANT HIS!!" Satoru's getting louder and funnier by the minute.
"I'm sorry I didn't know I could ask for your hoodies." you blabber.
Suguru's watching you and Satoru like you're a comedy show, dusting the sugar coating of the candy off on his pajama pants.
"Of course you can have my fucking hoodies you idiot! I'll give you this one right now, damn it!" Satoru says.
"STOP TAKING YOUR SHIRT OFF — " you cover your eyes.
Suguru laughs, "As if you weren't planning to take it off earlier?"
"Exactly! Here, take it." a shirtless Satoru is shoving his red hoodie onto you.
"You two are ridiculous. I'm going to bed."
"TAKE MY HOODIE."
"NO."
"SO YOU'LL RUB YOUR COOCHIE ON ME BUT NOT WEAR MY HOODIE?"
"HAHAHA WHAT?"
"SATORU!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!"
Suguru's caving in with laughter after Satoru says that. His laughs always become soundless after a while, it's the cutest thing. His whole face is stressed into amusement.
"You love me!" Satoru's darting behind the couch for protection.
"You're so dead!"
"You're turning me on with this serial killer role you're playing right now!"
"GOJO SATORU!"
Suguru looks at Satoru, "Oh no, sh-she government named you, boy. Better run." he speaks through his laughter.
"I haven't done anything!"
"YOU SHIRTLESS FREAK, YOU EMBARRASSED ME IN FRONT OF THE ONE PERSON I WANNA BE COOL IN FRONT OF!"
"Aw." Suguru blushes for you a bit, "Cute."
Satoru stops, looks between you two, and gets riled up again. "What the hell!"
"I didn't mean it like that!"
And it goes on and on like that, until the three of you are too tired to keep laughing; and you're collapsing tiredly on the bed with Satoru after chasing him there. He said a lot of embarrassing things, but you got him back for each one.
You catch your breaths, and Satoru looks over at you, suggestively wiggling his brows.
"You scared from the movie? Need a big strong man to hug you 'n kiss you?"
"Satoru, kindly shut the fuck up."
"Wow, is Nanami rubbing off on you? You sound like him."
"You're a menace."
"My dick's a menace, too."
"Hahah, yeah right."
"I'm serious!"
You giggle, looking at him enticingly, "Then, wanna prove it to me?" you say just barely above a whisper.
Satoru's face gets hot, and what do you know he's already got a tent forming in his pajama pants.
summary : You've always been good at hiding your feelings for your best friend, but when Satoru finally manages to land a date with the girl of his dreams, something seems to shift inside you. But don't worry, you have another best friend there who's more than willing to care for you.
word count : ~ 11K for all routes that are out, ~ 2.8K for this part.
tags : best friend!to lovers, modern AU, best friends gojo & geto, fluff, angst, eventual smut, drama, love confessions, multiple choices standalone.
It is known that blue is your favorite color.
Blue like the sea. Like the sky on a particularly hot day. Blue like the feathers of a magnificent peacock, and the flesh of a ripe blueberry.
His eyes are blue. They’re this piercing, icy blue you can’t seem to get away from wherever you are. – It is a coincidence that they are your favorite shade of blue, too.
You don’t know when you started liking the color blue with so much passion, and you think maybe you always have. Yet you don’t do anything about it, you don’t go out of your way to profess your love for it. You don’t seek it out and won’t admit it’s the only color that’ll ever make you feel the way you do when you look at it.
It’s okay. There are many other shades to love. It’s just disheartening that it seems to be the only one that suits you so well.
And it is this same shade of blue that is sparkling in Satoru’s eyes, screaming ‘victory’ as he comes back to your table in a confident stride. The wide grin that is stretching his pink lips is triumphant, and you know what this means.
He actually did it.
He slams the piece of paper on the table, leaning at your level to rub it in your face, his sunglasses threatening to fall off his nose. – He always looks so cute when they do that, his nose slightly scrunching to keep them from doing so.
“Ha! You owe me ten bucks.”
You roll your eyes at him, clicking your tongue in annoyance. “I’m sure she took pity on you. That, or it’s a fake number.”
You hope it is, but you would be a fool to believe that. Just a look at your best friend would be enough to understand the fact that he could get anything he would ever want. Like he loved saying, his face card never declined. – To your dismay.
“Oh I knew you’d say that, so I called the number just in case. And guess what?”
“Ugh, Satoru? That’s fucking insane.” You cringe without waiting for him to finish what he has to say.
His eyes widen comically, pointing at you with accusation. “It’s not!”
Suguru also grimaces, “It is. Creep.”
You grin and silently mouth back the word to your white-haired friend, mocking him.
Satoru rolls his eyes, already exasperated with the both of you, “Whatever you say. While you nerds are gonna be drowning in your video games, I’ll actually be getting some action tonight.” He winks, emphasizing the word action and you feign a gag. And you don’t have to try too hard for it to come out as genuine.
Suguru chimes in, sighing, “Just don’t come crying to us when she ghosts you, man. Again.”
You hum, your chin propped up on your hand, “He sure knows how to pick ‘em, hm, Suguru?”
“She’s different, guys, come on!” He whines.
“Weren’t the three other girls before different too?“
“I believe they were!“ You say, feigning the act of pushing imaginary glasses up your nose. Suguru chuckles, and you grin at him.
“Well, y’know…” He trails off, sighing in defeat because he knows he’s been cornered. “I just really don’t wanna screw this one up.”
You raise an eyebrow, a forced smile on your lips. “We’re just fucking with you, ‘Toru.” You smirk, “But don’t worry, we’ll keep the ice cream ready just in case you come back with your tail between your legs.”
He groans, “I swear you two are perfect for each other. Always teaming up on me like that! What have I done to deserve two mean best friends?”
Suguru looks at you in amusement, and you instantly meet his eyes with a cheeky grin of your own.
“Two pretty best friends.”
At this meaningful exchange, Satoru groans, throwing his hands in the air.
“See? My point exactly!”
You can’t help but let your lips curve into a half-smile at his antics, and you don’t notice how your eyes seem to shine so much brighter when they are laid on your best friend, but Suguru does. He knows you by heart, having spent so many days and so many nights by your side.
At the time, you and Satoru came into a package deal as much as Satoru and him did. Naturally, after spending so many years by your side, he understands the mechanics of your brain. Sometimes, such as now, he even senses something’s wrong before you even do.
Right now, he knows that your heart aches. That it must be clenching painfully in your chest, that you must be punishing yourself for not feeling happy for your best friend when he’s been meaning to ask this girl out for weeks now. But how could you, when the mere thought of him touching and tasting someone else’s skin makes you feel like you can’t breathe? Like always, Suguru can’t help but want to protect you.
So he calls your name, and when you turn to him, he leans in to whisper in your ear, “Hey, you really okay with this?”
You try to muster a grin, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and like always he sees right through you. “Me? Why wouldn’t I be okay? ‘m just worried he’ll get his hopes up for nothing, that’s all.”
He lifts a brow not quite buying your act, but he doesn’t say a thing, and you’re thankful for that.
“What do you say we give him a taste of his own medicine then?”
You arch a brow in confusion, and he waves a hand before explaining himself.
“Remember when you used to date this Nanami guy and Satoru constantly crashed your dates with phone calls and weird texts?”
“And when he actually showed up out of nowhere at the theater and shoved himself between us! I swear I was gonna rip him to shreds.”
“You gave him the silent treatment for a week after that, I thought I was gonna go crazy with his constant blabbering.” He groans, his almond eyes slightly crinkling as he reminisces your high school days.
You scoff, amused, “He always had some lame excuses, too. Nanami ended up breaking up with me 'cause he thought I was cheating on him with that fucker.”
“So what do you think? Up for a little fun?” He says as he looks at you with mirth in his eyes, waiting for you to catch on. When you do, you can’t help but gasp at the implications of his words.
“Are you serious?”
He grins cheekily, “Let’s go to the same place he’s taking his date, but in disguise.”
“That does sound fun…” Suguru looks at you with anticipation. “But it’s very childish.”
“Yep.”
“And he might see us.”
“That’s a possibility.”
“He’ll be pissed, too…”
“Oh, he will.” He smirks and you can’t help but mirror his expression.
“I’m in.”
“Hey! What are you two whispering about?”
“Hm? Just girl talk, you wouldn’t get it.” You answer, and you hear Suguru snicker in the back. You also can’t help the cheeky grin forming on your lips when you notice Satoru’s expression, but you don’t give him time to argue. “Hey, where did you say your date was, again?”
That’s how you find yourself standing before the restaurant. You can’t help but scoff at the sight.
“Papa’s, seriously? It’s like he’s begging to get dumped!”
Your eyes shift to Suguru, and you burst out laughing at the sight. “You look absolutely ridiculous.” You say with a grin, and he mirrors your expression with a raised brow.
“Oh, and you don’t?”
Your eyes meet and you try to hold it in, – you’re smiling so wide it hurts your cheeks. Suguru turns his neck and averts his eyes so he doesn’t laugh, but you can see the grin stretching his lips.
“The mustache is killing me, man, I’m gonna blow our cover!” You laugh, “Take it off.”
“And ruin the vibe I went for?” He shakes his head, “Just say you want to sabotage me.”
“I do! You look way too hot in this, our cover will be blown immediately!” You tease.
He arches a brow, a hint of amusement gleaming in his eyes, “Do I now?”
“Uh uh,” You nod, “I’m this close to calling off the operation just so I can rock your world.” He lets out a deep laugh, hiding his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes crinkle in amusement.
You return his smile.
What should have been a depressing evening turned into one of the funniest nights of your life. You would try your best to keep yourself from laughing while Suguru would act all serious, without a hint of a smile. He plays his part so well that he makes it even harder for you to keep up your facade. Your laughter echoes through the streets as you try hard not to attract attention, failing spectacularly when you happen to catch a glimpse of Suguru’s costume, – especially his top hat.
He has to be the only person in the world who’d think of dressing up as freaking Abraham Lincoln to spy on someone.
After this night, the bond between you two grows even stronger. Late-night conversations become the norm, and you’ve grown used to hanging out without Satoru.
It’s also due to the fact that Satoru would always find himself too busy to spend time with you, for some reason. He also misses on movie nights, and Satoru usually never misses movie nights.
You suspect it has to be because he’s seeing that girl from the Café.
You don’t want to think about it. Nor do you want to think about the distance that is growing between you. Yet you can’t deny that you miss him.
You miss him terribly, because he’s always been the only constant in your life and now it seems like he isn’t anymore. You’ve always shared everything with him, and him with you, so having him act so cold towards you feels strange. It feels like a knife in your heart.
You exhale, your finger hovering over the send button as you contemplate whether to send the message. Even if you don’t think you’ve done anything wrong, you refuse to let miscommunication come between the two of you.
you
SATORU . you still coming tonight???:p
No. Too casual.
you
wyd tonight? still on 4 movie night?;)
Ugh, too horny.
you
Are you coming tonight or are you still avoiding us?
Hell no. Too truthful.
you
you coming tonight?
Sent.
As soon as you hit the send button, you throw your phone on the couch and bury it under a mountain of pillows. You sigh, feeling slightly stupid for freaking out over such a simple text.
But you never fight with Satoru, this is something you just don't do.
You’re so lost in your own embarrassment that you don’t see the screen of your phone light up, displaying Satoru’s contact name in bold letters.
satoru
yeah i'll be there
The scent of sugar fills the kitchen, and you’re lost in thought as you watch the bag of dried corn turn into sweet treats under the microwave’s heat. You sigh for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, and Suguru groans at the sound.
“My mom used to say sighs brought out the devil.” He lifts a brow. “At this rate I’ll have to incense the whole house when you leave.”
“Your mom’s way too superstitious, and you know that.” You roll your eyes. “But if the devil’s real I hope he takes you first. You’re a pain in my ass.”
He hums with a small smile, “Seems like you’re in a mood to me.”
“Classy. And a bit sexist.”
“You know what else’s classy? Not burning up the only bag of popcorn we have.” He throws with a smirk as he leaves the kitchen.
You curse at him under your breath and make quick work to retrieve what can be saved. When you’re done, you meet him on the sofa, and find him already sprawled out.
He scoots over to make room for you, and you let yourself fall on the cushions, propping your legs on his thighs. You place the bowl between the two of you, and there’s silence before you hear Suguru snort.
“I tried, okay? It was all burnt!”
“You’re so not talented at this.” He bites his lip to avoid laughing, while his gaze keeps flickering from the bowl to your eyes.
“Stop looking at it!” You move the bowl out of his sight, “You won’t have any if you keep making fun of me.” You threaten, and Suguru retreats, his hands raised in mock surrender.
“Alright, alright! Give it back and sit down, the movie’s starting.”
“I wish someone loved me like this.”
You don’t realize you’ve said this out loud until you feel Suguru’s burning gaze on you. You don’t know if it’s because you’ve suddenly blurted out a lame, depressing confession, or because he thinks you’re crazy for saying it when you’re watching Shrek.
“I’m sure there is.”
You scoff, “Yeah, right.”
You turn your gaze back to the TV, but you can’t ignore the look he’s giving you. You try to ignore it, but he doesn’t let it go. And you know he has something to say. Something you won’t like.
“What?” You finally blurt out, appraising him with narrowed eyes.
“When are you going to tell him?”
“Tell who?”
“Don’t play dumb.” He gives you a blank stare, unimpressed by your act. “Everyone and their mother knows you have it bad for Satoru.”
“Suguru…” You groan.
“Go on, tell me I’m wrong.”
Your mouth opens to try and muster up a lie, but you can’t come up with anything. You can’t lie about this, and he knows it.
He smiles, “See? You can’t even deny it.”
“He has a girlfriend.”
“Oh, did he tell you? Or did you just pull this one out of your ass?”
You roll your eyes, pushing him away. He chuckles, enjoying the sheer embarrassment displayed on your face.
“You know he didn’t. But come on! You and I both know he never misses movie night, and he’s been bailing on us for weeks now.” You frown, “What kind of best friend does that?”
Suguru hums. “Yeah, sure. A best friend.”
You look at him with arched brows. He’s testing your limits, and while you’re used to this side of him, you’re not in the mood to play. At this point, you’ve both drowned out the sound of the TV, you glaring at him for forcing you to face the truth, and him just waiting for you to come to terms with your own feelings.
You let out a humorless laugh, throwing your hands in the air, “You know what?”
“Yes, I’m in love with Satoru! So what? Do you expect me to run to his house and confess my undying love for him before it’s ‘too late’?” You exclaim, and you’re too engrossed in your speech to notice Suguru’s panicked expression as he looks over your shoulder, or his hand gestures signaling you to cut the conversation short.
You don’t realise you’re no longer alone until the sound of movement startles you. You turn around with a jump, and what you see makes your blood run cold. Satoru is standing in the doorway, his presence having gone unnoticed until then. You can see the shock on his face, a mixture of surprise and confusion.
You’re paralyzed.
You feel like the sick butt of a joke. And if the fact that your childhood best friend heard you profess your love for him wasn't enough to make you wish you were dead, it’s the look on his face that crushes you the most.
His eyes search for yours in hope you’ll explain yourself, and it makes you want to disappear from the surface of the Earth.
You never wanted him to know. You never wanted him to look at you like this. Like… he pitied you.
Suguru extends an arm to hold you back, but he’s a few seconds too late. You can’t bear this, so much that you don’t let anyone say a single word before you flee the apartment, ducking under Satoru’s arm without sparing him a glance.
You absolutely won’t stand there and listen to him apologize for not feeling the same way you do.
You refuse to feel your best friends’ sorry glances on you as they comfort you. You know it’s cowardly, that you should just stayed and talked about the elephant in the room, or just lied your way out of it.
You didn't, though. You fled, and the shame is eating you alive, but you couldn't stay there.
Not today. Your dignity won’t let you.
Yet, it seems like fate has other plans for you, because you hear quick, familiar, footsteps hurrying towards you.
And you know it’s him.
Him? What do you mean by him? Help a poor writer out!
Suguru Geto, who else?
Of course it's Gojo Satoru.
hello hello, welcome to my standalone first choose your own adventure!! there are three routes to this story (one has two possible branches), two are already out, one is coming soon! i absolutely loved working on this, although this took lots of time. i hope you enjoy it!
a/n; originally wrote this as another oneshot on its own but now it’s part three for the Gojo coworker angst. i’m so inlove with this man it’s not even funny anymore.
A soft sound cuts through the hot air, the sound of skin ripping. It’s hardly heard over the needy ruts of your pussy on Gojo’s thigh and your begging cries, but it’s certainly felt.
“Fuck…baby,” He groans out, one of the hands that had been sitting on your waist comes up to rest on your head, “We biting now?”
His rhetorical question ends with a choked gasp when your tongue soothes over the small wound. Your moans leek from the corners of your mouth as you suck purple on red skin.
The hand on your hip helps you grind as you stutter, your hands clenching on his shirt meekly. The intrigued man you’re currently pathetically leaking on chuckles.
“Feel good, baby? ‘S that feel good?” His fingers dig into your waist as he suddenly decides you’re not pleasuring yourself at the right pace.
He drags your drooling, barely-covered cunt up and down his clothed thigh at his convenience, a cocky grin arising when your muffled whimpers get louder. Your teeth weren’t in his neck anymore but your mouth was painting it with bruises.
The pink panties you were wearing- the ones you bought last week- were pushed into the crevice of your inner thigh from your incessant moving. They’d been completely soaked through, turned a complete other color from how he’d teased you.
Now, he was sat in one of the chairs in his bedroom, controlling how you got off as you pleaded into his neck. When he forces your hips down harder, you bite again.
This time you draw blood. Not much, but enough that the taste of metal quickly takes over your mouth and mind. Gojo makes a noise of surprise, his hand accidentally pushing you a little too hard out of shock.
Then he laughs low into your frizzled hair, moving his hand to your butt cheek closest to him and squeezing harshly. You wonder faintly if he’ll leave marks in the form of his fingers, the thought dissipates when your pudgy clit rubs against his thick thigh again.
Something about leaving marks remains indelible though, and your teeth disappear into his neck again.
Your eyes drift closed, your tongue swipes the drips of blood as the thumb of the hand that had sat on your head wiped tears from your cheeks. Tears you hadn’t known were falling, tears he licks from his fingerprints as you let out a choked scream into his flesh.
Even if your movements slow from reaching ecstasy, his don’t. He keeps firmly guiding your twitching cunt on him, now with a hand on your ass. He smirks as his name falls from your mouth, flooding into his blood, it’s delicious.
It’s like a drug, burning through his veins as he watches you squirm and feels you drench his thigh. The best feeling in the world, and it only ever comes from giving you infinite pleasure.
He would buy coffee on the way to work, even if he didn’t want one. He would finish your paperwork while you take a bathroom break. He would do anything for you, just to make you feel happy. He’d buy the diamond ring for your marriage even if he’s not the fiancé.
But he’s not in love, totally not. He’s not for that mushy stuff. He thinks that as you pull back with his blood stained on your lips and kiss him wonderfully. He thinks that as he bounces his leg and makes you gasp and scold him because you’re sensitive. He thinks that as he kisses your forehead while you apply a bandage to his neck, apologizing profusely for your embarrassing actions.
Gojo reminds himself that when you look at him with those beautiful eyes and ask if you can return the favor. Fuck, he is definitely in love with his coworker turned fuckbuddy.
This isn’t going to end well. He knows that, but he still trails after you with puppy dog eyes as you drag him to his bed and yank his soaked pants down.
Getou thought you'd have learnt your lesson of being jealous after he reassured you a week ago but you were still salty
. Every Time you tried to lay beside him at night you'd always remember that girl he was with which just made you annoyed.
So you did the most logical thing.
Usually you'd both tell each other if you were gonna sleep or talk to someone random but this time you decided to get a little payback.
"Might be staying at Gojo's if I get too drunk." Getou huffed, pulling a shirt over his built body. "That ok?"
You just shrugged from your place on the bed lightly biting on your manicured nail whilst scrolling through your tiktok for you page. Getou had a weird feeling that you were acting off. Whenever he said he was going over to a friend's house for the night you always got clingy. Sticking to him like a cute koala and whining that you wanted him to spend the night with you. Only now, you were dismissive and not giving him the usual attention.
Getou however just pin pointed it to the fact that you were still a bit annoyed about last week and brushed your behaviour off, grabbing his phone from the bedside table.
"alright. I'll be going now. Bye baby," Getou announced, leaning over you to place a soft kiss against your cheek.
You hummed lightly, watching him leave your shared room. After you heard his car pulling out of the driveway you immediately got up, stripping off your (Getou's) sweatshirt to quickly get into the shower.
You ran through your skincare routine and lathered yourself in Coco buttercream and oil, dressing yourself in a pretty lingerie pajama set you originally bought to surprise getou with (before he pissed you off). Then when you were finally done and smelling amazing, you clambered onto your shared bed and reached for your phone.
You looked through your contacts, smirking to yourself when you noticed one of your prior male encounters was online. Just as you were about to text him, a call came in from Getou.
After hesitating, you answered the call, minimising the screen to you were still able to text your previous one night stand.
"Hey baby," getou greeted, music in the background indicating that he'd definitely got to Gojo's.
"Mhm, hey Getou." You answered, fingers tapping against the screen to continue texting.
"You okay?"
"Of course," you sighed, smiling to yourself when the guy you were texting to confirmed he'd be over later.
"Alright. Just checking in. You seemed....pissed."
"Not anymore. But listen, I gotta go. Text you later."
And with that, you hung up.
⎯⎯
Getou didn't hide his visible confusion, staring at his now, black screen, not even noticing Gojo walk over to him.
"You look stressed, want a beer?"
Getou just shrugged and shook his head.
"Dunno. Feel like somethin's off."
Gojo lightly tilted his head, still clueless.
"Y/n's actin' off." Getou finally sighed, making gojo let out an 'oohh' sound.
"Cause of the party?"
Getou nodded, staring at the movie that played in front of him.
"Well did you apologize?"
That question made getou ponder. He hadn't apologized. Not once. He just believed you'd get over it like previous times.
"No?"
Gojo grimaced. "Well that sounds like a you problem." He concluded, reaching forward for the snack tray he'd put on the coffee table.
Getou suddenly got up, taking the jacket he'd lazily slung against the couch upon entry.
"Hey- where are you goin-?" Gojo asked. "You'll miss the movie."
"I'll rewatch it later," getou dismissed, leaving Gojo's place to quickly get to his car.
⎯⎯
"Mmm, right there," you gasped, digging your nails into his hair. You looked down at the random guy laying beneath you, your panties pushed to the side whilst his fingers were knuckle deep into your cunt whilst his lips were attached to one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his teeth.
As much as you were trying to enjoy this, it was hard. He didn't know your spots. The ones that had you seeing stars, the ones that had your thighs trembling and tears prickling at your eyes.
Despite this, you were still so close to cumming but you knew you'd need much more to reach your high. You looked down at the man beneath you, pushing him so he was flush against the bed, a hand moving to readjust your top.
"I'm ready now, want you to fuck me,"
Just as he was going to say something, your phone began to buzz from its position on the bedside table, Getou's caller ID catching your attention.
"You gonna answer that-?"
You shook your head, hushing him. "Ignore it."
He hesitantly complied, about to pull his underwear down but got stopped by the room door opening.
Both of you froze, in an equal amount of shock as you stared at Getou, his large frame slightly blocking out the light from the hallway.
"What the fuck is going on here?" He asked harshly, cutting through the thick silence.
The guy underneath you had completely turned pale as he looked between you and your 'boyfriend'.
"Isn't it obvious?" You questioned in a cold tone. "Now can you leave? I don't barge in on you when you fuck random people."
You planned on continuing after he left but part of you knew that was impossible now that getou was here.
His jaw clenched and his gaze fell to the guy beneath you.
"Get the fuck out. Now."
You grumbled when the guy underneath you lightly pushed you off and quickly scrambled for his clothes, trying to ignore the daggers Getou was giving him.
Your prior one night stand quickly left after getou gave him little to nothing space to escape unharmed.
Getou's cold gaze then turned to where you were still lounged on the bed, an annoyed pout on your lips as your brows knitted together.
"What's your problem!?" You finally blew up when you heard the front door open and slam shut.
"My problem!? My problem is that you bought a random guy to fuck over to our house!"
You got off the bed straightening your silky lace top.
"That's kind of how this relationship is supposed to work?" You laughed sarcastically, folding your arms.
"Funny cause you were supposed to let me know?" Getou argued back, closing the distance between you.
You scoffed. "Funny cause you didn't let me know when you were with that girl."
"I didn't even fuck her," getou tried to reason.
"Oh, so it's suddenly not a problem since you didn't get to third base?"
Getou just sighed, still annoyed at your behaviour but he couldn't be mad. Even he knew he was being hypocritical.
"Listen. I'm sorry, ok?" Getou finally apologized, making your brows raise ever so slightly. "Should've told you about the girl and I shouldn't have gotten that mad. I'm sorry baby."
You stared at him blankly, successfully fighting off the small smile of victory that threatened to break way.
"Okay."
"Okay?" Getou questioned.
"Okay."
You walked past him into the conjoined bathroom ready to take a shower and go back to bed, Getou trailing after you like a lost puppy. You moved to get your stuff out for when you finished showering, the sticky reminder of your unreached high against your panties reminding you of what Getou had ruined.
You glanced in the mirror to see Getou already staring at you, his hands moving to wrap around your waist.
You didn't react to this, instead reaching for your toothbrush. Your movements stuttered when you felt Getou's hand slip down to your panties, making you look at him. His eyes were skilled on your ass, rubbing his growing bulge against it whilst his fingers rubbed against your clit.
"Getou." You sighed shakily, trying to move away from him.
"What?" He questioned, still rubbing at your sensitive clit. "Think you could wear this new set just for him?" Getou questioned once more, his voice laced with slight disgust when mentioning the guy you'd been with before.
"Funny how you're jealous-" You were cut off with a slight moan from Getou's hand dipping further, pushing through your soaked folds to enter your entrance.
Getou just clicked his tongue, not wanting to admit how jealous he did feel when he saw you sat on that guy's lap, all pretty and wearing a sexy set. It should've been him. And your annoying quips didn't make anything better.
"Know what?" He hummed, leaning against your ear, lightly biting on the shell of it. "Should train that throat of yours again."
Fear built rapidly in your stomach as getou dragged you back into your shared bedroom, pushing you to the floor whilst he stood in front of you, taking off his belt which he placed on the bed, a little hint that it'd definitely be used later. He then quickly pulled down his jeans and boxers, his hard cock coming into view, your eyes staring up at the tip, saliva already building in your mouth.
You wouldn't mind Getou throat fucking you if it weren't for the fact that he was huge. His cock was heavy and long against your throat, making it the biggest challenge for when you tried to suck him off.
You leaned forward but Getou's hand on your head stopped you.
"What do you say?"
Your face grew warm, avoiding his gaze as you sighed.
"Please can I have it?"
Getou would've preferred you to look at him but decided to be nice, instead, nodding his head. You didn't waste another second, leaning forward to take his thick cock into your eager mouth. Getou groaned, his head tipping back lightly, a large hand moving to push your head deeper.
Your gags made Getou's hips snap into your mouth. You'd only just started to endure the brutal pace but your throat was burning and your eyes were stinging. But Getou paid you no mind, using your throat as he wanted to get himself off, his hold on your hair tightening which caused your scalp to burn.
Luckily, you could tell he was getting close, probably due to the lack of you both sleeping together. So you decided to push through, relaxing your throat as far as you could to let Getou push deeper.
After a few more deep thrusts, you flinched at the sudden hot ropes of cum shooting against your tongue, your brow twitching as you let him roll his hips into your mouth, only pulling out of you when he knew his orgasm was over.
You quickly swallowed the thick load, greedily taking in air afterwards. Getou helped you up onto the bed, kissing you softly despite the fact that you'd just swallowed his kids.
"My pretty princess." He mumbled lightly. He was about to kiss your neck but saw dark bites already there.
Getou's brow twitched. "Fucking bastard."
You raised a brow, looking down at the marks on your shoulder, leading up to your neck.
"What?" You questioned.
"Don't wanna see you with him anymore. That final?"
"Why not?" You questioned, moving your hand up to take out the tie he'd put in his hair, long strands of black hair falling over his face.
"Because. I'm the only one who can mark this pretty body up. You're mine."
A choked gasp left you as he returned to your neck, biting over the former marks more roughly, licking and sucking your sensitive skin, tracing over all the bites the guy prior had left.
"If you don't want any other guy marking me-" you voiced through little gasps and whimpers. "Let's stop this open, ah, relationship shit."
Getou's ear twitched lightly as he moved to press you against the mattress, his hands pulling off your soaked panties, letting them drop against the floor. His eyes raked over you once more before he tugged off his shirt, discarding it without a second thought.
"C'mon, Suguru."
Getou's eyes flickered to your pleading ones at the sound of his name, his cock twitching harder. All you got from him was a slight hum, something he did to let you know he was listening, his hands moving up to your lace shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your breasts to him.
You watched as he grunted at the sight of light bite marks over your areolas, reminding him of that guy once more.
"Suguru-"
You whimpered a little too loud for your liking when Getou roughly palmed one of your breasts, applying a deliciously painful pleasure whilst his mouth went to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. Getou's free hand then moved between your legs, spreading them further to gain access to your clit once more, rubbing harsh circles against your aching bud.
"Suguru, mm, are you even-" you moaned loudly when his fingers sunk into you once more, scissoring in and out of you with a fast pace, easily hitting your soft points.
You could no longer speak, all the stimulation making your back arch up to him, a hand weaving into his hair to tug at it whilst your other gripped the sheets. Getou released your nipple that now had a deeper shade of red on it, making your breast feel numb.
"Fuck, already soaked my hand." Getou chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you to show you his hand glistening with your slick. You were surprised when his hand suddenly slapped down against your cunt, making you yelp, an addictive pain running through your clit, making you throb and clench around nothing.
Shamelessly, you rolled your hips up. "Please, Suguru, need to cum so badd."
Getou laid another harsh slap onto your cunt, making your eyes water. Despite the harsh treatment, it only fueled your orgasm more. Just one more slap would send you over the edge.
Unluckily for you though, Getou could tell you were just about to fall over and come undone, instead pushing his fingers deeply into you, curling right up against your sweet spot.
That was your breaking point. You let out a loud moan, releasing into his palm as your eyes rolled back, your tongue lewdly lolling out at the amounts of pleasure shooting through you.
Getou helped you ride out your high until you slumped against the bed in exhaustion, squirming under him when he gave you a few last pumps.
Finally, he retracted his fingers, letting himself have a taste of your honeyed arousal, moaning just at the taste of your essence.
The sound of getou shuffling on top of you made you refocus, looking up to see Getou towered over you. Before you could speak, he grabbed you by the hand and turned you over so you were on your stomach, easily lifting your hips up and forcing you into a difficult arch.
"Gonna fuck this pussy so good. You'll only be able to think of me." Getou huffed, tugging your arms behind your back so he could wrap them in his belt, tightening it until the leather dug into your arms.
That was the mini warning you got before Getou bottomed out in one thrust, making your eyes widen suddenly, eyes rolling back as he began to thrust roughly, not giving your poor pussy a with his only task being that he wanted to annihilate your little hole.
"Shit, you're sucking me in, you must love this hm?"
You groaned, balling your hands into fists against the cool sheets.
"Because I just came, you asshole-" you cursed, your sentences coming out slightly broken up due to the rough backshots he was giving you.
"Came or not, your pussy's lovin' this. You were gonna let that other guy enjoy this?" Getou groaned, letting his hand slap down against your ass, making you cry out.
You would've snapped back at him but it all felt so good that you couldn't stop moaning even if you wanted to.
"Cat got your tongue princess?" Getou asked, suddenly stopping which made you whine.
His hand moved to grip at your hair, tugging you up against him.
"Answer me, slut." Getou murmured against your ear.
You shook your head quickly. "No, please just lemme cum again," you begged, your head becoming mushy.
Getou pushed you back against the bed, forcing you back into that arch before continuing his brutal pace on your cunt.
"Haven't even made you cum again and you've already gone dumb. Such a slut for me. My dicks got you thinking with your pussy hm?"
You nodded quickly, pushing your hips back the best you could to match his thrusts even though you knew the ache you'd feel tomorrow would be more than painful.
"That's fucking right," getou groaned, hips stuttering at your home suddenly clenching around him. "All mine, right?"
Your logical thoughts would be to question that but instead you just nodded, not even able to properly comprehend what he'd just asked.
Getou snapped his hips against you harder, grunting and moaning along with you, despite your sounds being louder. He just hoped you both wouldn't get noise complaints from your neighbours.
Getou's hand moved to rub at your clit, making you writhe underneath him.
"Fuck, Suguru, I'm gonna-" you tried warning him through shallow pants and moans. "Somethin's gonna-"
Getou caught onto your hint, thrusting deeply into you further before pulling out to rub against your clit. Your body shook as you squirted against the sheets and Getou's hand, tears finally falling as you buried your face into the bed.
Getou however, didn't stop rubbing against you, amazed at how much you'd came, his eyes focusing on the last bits of squirt that came out of you, then at the large damp puddle on the sheets, he was surprised he hadn't came just from the sight alone.
"Fuck, that was so hot baby."
You huffed deeply, even more tired from before. Sadly you weren't done. Getou pushed himself back into your sopping cunt, making you cry out once more.
"Shhh, it's ok, love, fuck, it's ok." Getou hushed you, pounding his cock deeply into your warm walls, chasing after his orgasm as your walls hugged him nicely.
You gripped the sheets tightly, biting into the pillow to muffle your sounds as Getou used you like a toy.
"Shit," Getou cursed speeding up his already fast pace, his nails digging into your waist, threatening to break skin.
Finally, he pushed his hips flush against your ass, his cum filling you up. You shivered lightly, making Getou moan, his hand rubbing your ass soothingly.
You finally moved from the pillow, glancing back at him to see he was still fully sheathed inside you as he leaned over to grab your phone, easily unlocking it.
You were a bit confused but this dulled when you saw him turn the flash on, making you blush, burying your face back into the pillow as he recorded you.
Getou pulled out slowly, recording the way thick loads of his cum poured out of you and slipped down your thighs.
He finally ended the video, putting your phone back onto the table before turning you over so you were once again laid on your back, staring up at him.
Getou relished in your aftermath, enjoying your new bite marks, your tears, the sweat on your body, his cum buried deeply in your womb. It got him hard all over again.
"Getou..." Your voice made him look back up at you. "Will you at least consider it?
He shook his head, making your hope die down.
"No need. I've already made my mind up." He concluded, letting himself slide back into you with ease. "You're all mine now."
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Tysm for reading and sorry for taking such a long break just been busy with exams 😭😭⚰️ - A/n
Pairing:Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader
Summary: We get into the mind of Choso and find that his cool, calm demeanor may be nothing more than an illusion when it comes to reader.
Warning: Smut, Oral Sex (reader receiving), Oral Sex (reader giving), Choso being super sweet, Choso being super nasty, Cumshot, Oral Cumshot, Cum Swallowing, Very Slight Cumplay (Choso), Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob
Suguru Art: YuOekk
Choso Art: @DmD_0_03
A/N: Chileeee THE WRITER'S BLOCK THE WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! I hope everyone had an amazing (and safe) new year! In 2023, I'm going to try not to lie so much about when I'll be updating so instead, I just won't say anything! DLFKJSDKF
Enjoy the new year and this new chapter!
The sounds of cash registers beeping and patrons conversing amongst themselves fills the air. It’s busy this afternoon in the supermarket. It’s a good thing. Choso enjoys company, enjoys the normalcy of simply shopping for groceries. He doesn’t get the opportunity to do it much during competition season and he doesn’t particularly mind the hustle and bustle. Even though he draws attention to himself with his face tattoos and tired eyes, he finds comfort in being around people.
Choso glances down at his phone, the way too long shopping list nearly making his eyes cross as he reads through. You’re coming over for dinner with Choso and his brothers tomorrow night and apparently everything on this list is absolutely essential (according to Yuji). He grabs a few carrots as listed from the vegetable display, tucking them away into a bag before placing them in the basket hanging from his arm. He moves on to look at the herbs noted on his phone. He’s not exactly sure what all of these ingredients will become. He’s not the one cooking dinner– Yuji is.
He’d volunteered out of sheer excitement.
“Choso’s bringing someone home?! That never happens,” Yuji teases. He’s stretched out on the floor in the living room as he reads through a manga.
“Will you ever just call me big brother?” Choso sulks on the couch. “It hurts my feelings when you just call me by my name.”
Yuji ignores him. “What’s she like?!”
“Really sweet. Pretty too. Like, really pretty. She photographs for a skate magazine. That’s how we met.”
“Wow! She seems so cool.”
“She is.”
“I’m so excited! Oh! I’m gonna cook! I’ve been wanting to try this new recipe out.”
Choso smiles, thinking about you. He thinks you’re beautiful, smart, funny and talented. Your photos surprise him whenever you let him get a peek. How can you make a simple trick he’s seen done hundreds of times look different and better every time? You’re passionate. He likes that about you. A lot.
The only thing about you that Choso dislikes is the dead weight attached to you named Suguru Geto. He tries really hard not to let it bother him, but he doesn’t get it. At first, he didn’t mind so much. When you’d told him about your little “situationship” with Suguru, that didn’t matter to him. He’s never been the jealous type anyway. But the more Choso got to know you, the more Suguru’s presence in your life began to irk him.
How was he to know he’d end up feeling this way? He had no idea of knowing how serious he’d become about you. Or how quickly he’d become serious about you. He figured you’d come to your senses sooner or later, see who the better choice was. But Suguru was still sticking around like an annoying rash you couldn’t get rid of.
But he won’t get into that with Yuji right now.
“She’s great. I’m excited for you all to meet her. Hopefully everyone is on their best behavior,” Choso murmurs, face serious.
The slight warning in Choso’s tone makes Yuji sit up. “Hey! Eso’s the asshole. Worry about him. Me and Kechizu will be sooooo nice.”
Choso nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “Okay, good. I’m really nervous so that’s good to hear.”
Choso was glad Yuji volunteered to cook since he loves doing it so much. Otherwise, he’d be ordering takeout. Kechizu talks too much and spits when he speaks, so he was banned from cooking a long time ago. Eso sweats so much, Choso fears he’s eaten the strange smelly goop that forms on his back at some point in time. He was banned, too. Choso can’t cook to save his life, so he sticks to making money, ordering food and keeping a roof over everyone’s head. It’s only when Yuji came to live with them, that the brothers had experienced a real home cooked meal.
It was delicious. And while Choso doesn’t insist Yuji makes dinner often, Yuji enjoys doing so. Choso appreciates that his baby brother uses his cooking skills as a way to bring the family together when time permits.
He sighs as his eyes scan over the items in the shopping basket. He’s almost finished, which is a relief to him. He wants to get back home to clean up for tomorrow. He hopes the dinner goes well, that you like his brothers and that his brothers like you.
After grabbing the last ingredient on the list, Choso waits in the checkout line to pay. He wonders what you’re doing. You’ve been busy since the last time he saw you. Today, you had plans so he would actually have to wait until tomorrow to see you.
Didn’t mean he couldn’t call you, though.
He pulls his phone from his pants, dials your number and lets it ring. You answer on the fourth.
“Hey,” you answer sweetly. He can hear the familiar sound of wheels skidding and slamming against the pavement. You must be out shooting.
“Hey, babe. I was just calling to talk for a minute. I’m at the store right now getting stuff for tomorrow. Wanted to see what you’re up to.”
There’s some rustling on your end and then it’s quiet for a bit. Choso waits patiently. You’re probably trying to get away from the ruckus.
“Sorry, it was a little loud,” you tell him. “I just finished up a shoot at one of the parks. Packing up and then I’m going to grab lunch with Suguru.”
Choso ignores the tightness in his chest from hearing his name. “Oh. Sounds fun.”
“Yeah, but I’m so tired. I’ve been out all morning so I won’t be out too long. I’ll probably go straight home after.”
“With him?” Choso blurts out before he can stop himself. He closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose because he probably sounds so fucking pathetic now. Worrying about you going home with a man you were seeing long before you’d met him; a man who you were open and honest about still having feelings for, still seeing. A man Choso said it was okay for you to continue seeing while you got to know each other.
Even so, he can’t help the nagging feeling of jealousy.
“No? Just me…” You’re quiet for a moment before you ask, “Are you okay?” He can hear you zipping your bags. You’ll be leaving the park soon...with Suguru. He doesn’t want to ruin your time out with friends and…him. Well, he does want to ruin your time out with friends and him, but Choso likes to think he’s a little more mature than that. So he does what any mature jealous person does – He lies.
“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
The cashier waves Choso forward and he sets his basket on to the checkout belt.
“You just never really ask about Suguru…I was just wondering if you’re alright.”
Choso hardly asks about Suguru because he doesn’t want to hear about Suguru. Although at some point in time he told you he was willing to wait for you to come to your senses, he sometimes wonders if you ever will.
Choso enjoys going with the flow. He’s chill, avoids drama the best he can. He’s laid back. But that doesn’t make him an idiot. He knows your history with Suguru. And he gets it…sort of. A year is a long time to have your feelings toyed with. To be dragged along for the ride, constantly pulled close only to be pushed away.
From what Choso knows, it was less about building a relationship with you and all about the sex for Suguru. But for you…you wanted so much more from him and he didn’t want to give that to you. At least, not until Choso entered the picture. It seemed suddenly the asshole had finally opened his eyes and realized how good you were. That, or he was trying to keep you from realizing you deserved better than him. Choso would bet on the latter.
Because how could Suguru have not seen it in the first place? How could he have not chosen to give you more when you’d asked the first time?
Choso thinks Suguru’s a fucking idiot, an actual monkey.
Actually, Choso’s pretty sure a monkey is smarter than Suguru at this point. Of course, he doesn’t voice this to you. You’ve got history with Suguru, no matter how shitty. He’s still the new guy in your life and he likes you a lot. He doesn’t want to ruin anything.
But fuck, he wishes you’d open your eyes to how much of a piece of shit Suguru is.
It’s easy enough for Choso to give Suguru zero energy when they’re in the same area together. It’s not like they had much communication with each other before, if any. Now it seemed Choso couldn’t escape him.
“Choso?”
“Sir?”
The cashier’s voice and yours pull him back to the present at the same time. The cashier points to the screen, the total waiting to be paid.
“I’m sorry,” he says quickly to both you and the cashier. “Um, I have to go, baby. Text me later?”
“Sure. I’ll text you when I get home.”
“Cool, uh…have fun.”
He ends the call, pocketing his phone and taking his wallet out so he can pay and get out of the way. He takes his receipt from the cashier before grabbing the bag of groceries and exiting the store.
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The next evening finds Choso frantically setting up the table for dinner. You’d be here at any moment and he wants the place to look perfect. Unfortunately, Eso and Kechizu got called into work so it would only be you, Choso and Yuji for dinner. Probably for the best. He loves his brothers, but they can be a bit much all at once. Better not to get Eso worked up anyway. The entire house would smell.
Choso’s got a bouquet of roses in a new vase in the center of the table. Yuji’s idea. He’s not sure when or how his little brother became such a romantic, but he’s grateful for any tips.
Choso doesn’t date much, doesn’t have time for it. It’s not that he’s not interested in finding someone, but his lifestyle keeps him so busy, it’s hard to find someone understanding enough to tolerate it. And then he met you. You work in his field (sort of) and you’re just as busy if not more. You understand that travel is a part of his job and there will be times when he’s unavailable. You’re patient when he’s unavailable for long periods of time. You’re what he wants in a partner in all honesty.
Yuji brings the food over and begins plating the two plates sitting next to each other. He’s so fancy in his little apron; like a real chef. Choso wonders if he gets his love and talent for cooking from his side of the family. Probably, since Choso and all of his brothers can’t cook.
The doorbell rings indicating your arrival.
“Oh, she’s here!” He exclaims, rushing back to the kitchen to put the pans away as Choso heads to the door. He swings the door open, unable to stop the wide smile that spreads across his face when he sees you.
Damn, he missed you.
You’re standing there, all smiles too, in a cute little dress that hugs you in all the right places. You look incredible. It gets the usual reaction from Choso that he has to go above and beyond to hide any time he’s around you – a subtle, persistent throbbing between his legs. It takes a lot for him not to blatantly stare.
Instead, he leans down and presses a quick kiss to your cheek.
“Hey babe,” he greets you, lacing his fingers through yours and pulling you inside.
“Hey,” you say back, gifting Choso with a shy smile.
“You look great.”
“Thank you.”
Choso’s lips are on yours as soon as the door shuts, arms looping around your waist to pull you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him forward to deepen the kiss. You open your mouth to him and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past your teeth and press the soft muscle against yours. You both stand in the entryway, lips slotting against each other, Choso’s hands gliding up and down your back as he holds you close. When you moan softly into his mouth, that throbbing between his legs grows and he reluctantly breaks the kiss.
You peer up at him through your lashes, so fucking pretty it only makes the throbbing grow almost painful. So he turns away from you if only to calm himself down. It’s always like this with you. It feels like someone is playing a cruel and twisted joke on him, because he told you he had no issue waiting for sex. And he doesn’t. But fuck, you always look so good, smell so sweet. It’s hard for him to not want to break his little rule.
Choso takes a deep breath before his hand finds yours again, leading you into the apartment.
“It smells great in here,” you comment. “I’m so excited to meet your brothers.”
“Just brother. Eso and Kechizu had to work unfortunately, but Yuji is here,” Choso explains. “He actually cooked tonight.”
“Really?! Can’t wait to try it!”
When you get to the dining area, Choso pulls your seat out for you so you can sit down. It’s only as Yuji emerges from the kitchen that Choso notices the third placemat and dining set is now missing. Yuji beams when he sees you, coming to sit in the seat across from you.
“Hi! I’m Yuji.”
You introduce yourself to Yuji as well, smiling when Yuji proceeds to tell you how much Choso talks about you and how happy he looks lately. He showers you with compliments on your looks and Choso wonders where the hell all this charm came from. Certainly not from Choso’s side of the family.
“Thank you, Yuji. You’re so sweet. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name. Your brother talks about you all the time.”
Yuji rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance. “He’s just a little obsessed.”
You laugh, because you’d agree. Choso loves his brothers more than anything in this world. It’s obvious. But it’s adorable. Something you really like about him.
“He just really cares about you. That’s all.”
“You’re not eating with us?” Choso asks suddenly, probably sounding a lot more disappointed about it than he intended.
Yuji smiles sadly. “Sorry, big bro. Nobara and Fushiguro invited me out while I was cooking. I didn’t want to say anything before but…” he looks between you and Choso. “If I had to choose between third wheeling with my friends or you two, I’m gonna choose them.”
Choso doesn’t miss how Yuji just so happens to use the nickname he’s always begging his little brother to call him. It’s his weak spot and Yuji knows it, knows he’ll get away with anything as long as he calls Choso his big bro.
Choso nods. “Have fun. Don’t stay out too late or I’ll send Eso to get you.”
Yuji scowls, muttering about how embarrassing Eso is before he stands. His expression shifts into a grin and he claps his hands together. “I really put my all into this dinner so I hope you both enjoy! Eat it while it’s hot! It was nice meeting you.”
“You, too, Yuji. Have fun with your friends.”
The front door closes shortly after. Choso sighs, taking your hand in his.
“I’m sorry,” he frowns. “I said you’d meet my brothers and all plans fell through.”
You reach a hand forward and cup Choso’s face, your thumb gently caressing over the tattooed line on that side. “Choso, it’s okay. As long as I get to spend time with you, I don’t mind.”
Choso beams, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips. “You’re too good to me.”
You shake your head. “You’re too good to me.”
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Dinner goes well. The food is spectacular. Choso can’t wait to tell Yuji how much you enjoyed the food. You and Choso in deep discussion while washing dishes together about the third Cheetah Girls movie and why it’s your least favorite, save for a few songs. It’s oddly domestic. He has many opinions on the breakup of the group, but promises to save that discussion for later.
Choso talks about his competitions, you congratulating him on how well he’s been doing. It makes his cheeks burn red with embarrassment and happiness all at the same time. He offers to show you his trophies once you’re finished cleaning up and you happily accept the invitation.
After drying the last dish, Choso leads you to his bedroom to show you some of his favorite competition wins. They line the built-in wall shelves. Choso grabs the trophy he’d won at the televised event where he’d essentially confessed to you on live tv from the shelf.
You take a seat on the edge of Choso’s bed, as he wanders over with it. He watches as you bring your arms above your head, stretching your back and Choso has to turn his gaze away from you briefly. You make the most mundane actions look so enticing and it drives him crazy how much he wants you. He wants more than just kisses, more than just holding hands.
Choso clears his throat before he turns his gaze back to you and holds the trophy up. “I think this one’s my favorite,” he tells you. “For obvious reasons.”
You smile bashfully. “I think that’s my favorite, too.”
He places the trophy back in its spot before he crosses the room again and sits next to you on his bed, leaning back to prop himself up on his elbows. You place your hand on Choso’s thigh, patting lightly and his bodily response is immediate, the earlier throbbing now making its presence known again. Choso sits up quickly, clearing his throat.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks and you nod, closing the distance with an “of course” before your lips are on his. The hand on his thigh runs gently along the length of his quad, making his breaths come a little more rapidly with each kiss. Choso’s large hand comes up to grip the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. It’s hungry, all tongue and soft sighs into each other's mouths as your lips caress.
When you finally pull away, Choso finds himself chasing your lips with a quiet whimper.
“Thank you so much for dinner, Choso. Everything was great and I had a really good time,” you tell him.
Choso leans forward, presses his forehead to yours. “You sound like you’re about to head out.”
“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” you whisper and there’s a hint of sadness in your voice.
“Baby,” he mutters softly. “You could never.” He ghosts his lips over yours, placing soft pecks to the corners of your mouth. “Stay as long as you want. I like having you here.”
“Choso…” you breathe against him, the hand on his thigh squeezing gently. “If I stay…”
He trails kisses along your jaw, featherlight, so soft you can barely feel it. And yet, your chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath. “If you stay?”
You sigh, pulling back. You’re no doubt trying to change the subject with some excuse to run out of here. “I’m just really tired. Prepping for this shoot has been draining the shit out of me. Tonight has been amazing. I just don’t want to bring the mood down with how stressed I am.”
Choso hums, nodding, eyes now fixed on the spot where your hand rests. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
The pause is long as he awaits your answer, the heat of your hand radiating through the fabric of Choso’s pants and making the throbbing between his legs even worse, if possible. You watch Choso closely, eyes following where his dark orbs are focused on.
“I don’t know…” you mutter softly, fingers lightly squeezing Choso’s thigh. He bites back the low groan threatening to escape. His gaze drifts up to your glossed lips.
“Well, how do you usually relieve stress?” Choso asks, the heat quickly pooling in his center as your hand coasts along his thigh.
You give him a knowing look, biting down on your bottom lip. He understands.
“I have an idea,” He responds quietly, shifting on the bed.
“What’s your idea?”
He wants to kiss you again, feel your mouth against his. He always wants to kiss you. Ever since he met you, it’s been all he’s done. Of course Choso wants to do more with you. He fantasizes about it. But he told you he’d wait for you to make a choice first. He didn’t want to make you feel like he only wanted sex from you, the way he made you feel.
But, while sex isn’t the only thing he wants, he does want it. When he sees the tip of your pink tongue dart out to swipe across your bottom lip, he can only hope you’re both thinking the same thing.
“I want you,” he blurts out, unable to hold back his honesty.
“Choso…” you sigh his name and it only makes him want you more. “ I want you, too.”
“I know I said there’s no rush for sex, but it doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”
You bite your lip again, eyes searching Choso’s. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, but for purely selfish reasons if I’m being honest.”
You cock your head to the side in confusion.
“Making you feel good will make me feel good,” he explains.
You nod, giving Choso the green light. “Okay.”
He scoots back to lay on his bed, pulling you along with him. “Come here, baby,” he coaxes as he lays down on his back. His hands find your hips, positioning you so that you’re straddling his chest.
“Closer,” Choso says, his thumbs tracing circles on your hips.
“Okay,” you murmur, scooting forward until your plush thighs are on either side of his head. His hands slide down your hips, to the hem of your dress that’s already ridden up enough that Choso can catch a peek of your panties.
“Can I?” He asks, pinching the hem of the fabric between his fingers.
“Yes, Choso,” you pant in anticipation.
He peels your dress up, getting a full view of your core. Your panties hug your pussy so nicely, a small wet spot from your arousal forming right in the center. Choso wants nothing more than to bury his face between your legs, have you crying out his name over and over, give you everything you want and more. But instead he turns his head to the side and presses a tender kiss to the inside of one of your thighs, then turns his head to do the same to the other. The sound of your breath hitching in your throat makes Choso pause.
“Is this okay?”
You nod, your hand coming down to comb your fingers through his hair. It makes him shiver, makes his cock stiffen further. “It’s fine. I’m fine, Choso. Make me feel good.”
Fuck, the reassurance only makes him harder, lets him know he doesn’t need to hold back anymore. But he still nods, wraps his arms around your lush thighs, squeezing softly.
He kisses your thighs again, trailing soft touches all the way up to your center, leaving a soft peck directly to that dark little wet spot. He chuckles when you roll your hips forward at the contact, then he trails soft kisses back down your other thigh.
“You’re so pretty like this, baby,” he kisses your center again. “All for me,” he mutters against your undergarments.
Choso pulls back, eyes locked to that sweet spot spreading along the fabric of your panties when he whispers a soft, “Let me take care of you,” and then he’s pulling you down by your thighs, meeting you halfway to latch his hot mouth directly onto your clothed pussy.
A mixture of your moans and Choso’s fill the room, the vibrations shooting straight to your clit. You gasp, rolling your hips forward to grind yourself against Choso’s face, a soft moan rushing past your lips. He lets you ride his tongue, his saliva soaking through the fabric. You taste incredible and he hasn’t even truly experienced you yet.
“Oh my god,” you whine before Choso halts your movements with his hands. He runs his tongue over your panties, long and slow, his hips bucking into the air when the fingers in his hair tighten into a fist, your other hand finding purchase on his headboard. He presses his nose into the center of your panties and inhales deeply, eyes rolling to the back of his head when your sweet aroma fills his senses.
“Fuck, I bet this pussy tastes so good without this in the way.”
You whimper above Choso as he hooks a finger into your panties and pulls them to the side, groaning softly when he finally gets a good look at your cunt, glistening with the mixture of your slick and his saliva. It’s prettier than he could’ve ever imagined. He wants a taste.
His free hand squeezes your thigh lightly just as Choso pushes his tongue between your folds and runs a hot, languid lick up your core. He feels your body shudder above him, his own body following when he finally gets a full taste of you. He gives your clit a small lick before pulling it into his mouth, sucking lightly, unable to keep his hips from thrusting up again when you gasp above him. He moans, the vibration leaving you panting.
“Shit! So good, Choso, that’s so good.”
“Yeah, baby?” He asks, voice muffled as he buries his face in your cunt again, licking and sucking your clit until you’re grinding your own hips down on him.
“Yes, yes, yes! Don’t stop.”
He groans, hands squeezing your thighs to spread them further open for him. His tongue grazes your clit, swirling around the sensitive bud over and over until you’re a whimpering mess above him. You taste better than he could’ve ever imagined – saccharinely sweet. He pulls you forward, your hips bucking when his tongue slips into your entrance. He can feel your walls clench in response, groaning when your knees tighten on each side of his head.
The grip in his hair loosens, your other arm shooting up to grab hold of the headboard with both hands to keep from falling over. Choso thrusts his tongue into your hole, moaning when he feels you moving your hips on your own, fucking yourself on his mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you cry out.
Choso pulls out of your hole, moving his mouth to wrap his soft lips around your clit again, sucking hard.
"Oh, Choso," you mewl, the new sensation making your grip on the headboard loosen, falling forward onto your hands. The new position gives Choso much better access, his hands letting go of your thighs to cup your ass. With one hand, he spreads one of your cheeks. With the other, he easily slips two fingers into your sopping hole.
“Fuuuuuck,” Choso moans into your cunt when he feels your tight pussy clench down on his fingers. He loves making you feel good, having you moaning and whining but, goddamn, he’s so hard, he’s thrusting into the air, trying and failing to find any sort of friction. It’s torturous. He can feel his erection, painful and sticky in his pants. He’ll definitely have to take care of himself after you’re gone.
Choso curls his fingers, smirking when he feels your thighs immediately begin to quiver around his head.
“You close?” He asks before pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit just as he curls his digits inside you again.
You don’t even get a chance to answer him, your hands tugging his sheets as they ball into fists. The only sounds that can be heard are your hushed moans that grow gradually louder as you grind your hips down against Choso’s face along with the lewd slurping of Choso’s mouth as he laps up your release. You’re coming undone, walls clenching around his fingers, as your body spasms with your orgasm.
And Choso waits, pumping his fingers into you and gently licking through your folds until he finally feels you relax above him. He pulls his digits out of you, placing a soft kiss to your swollen cunt before he pulls your panties back into place and helps you scoot down his torso until you’re seated on his groin.
You’re watching him close, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath, pupils blown with desire. Choso brings his fingers up to his face, spreading and closing them like a pair of scissors, watching the sticky strings of your slick spread between them. His eyes stay locked with yours as he opens his mouth and slides his fingers in, wrapping his lips around them and sucking them clean. He lets them go with a loud pop.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he groans, his hips coming up to grind against your ass.
Your head cocks to the side when you feel his hardness against you. “Looks like you need someone to make you feel good, too.” You suggest, leaning forward to place sweet kisses down Choso’s cheek, his neck and chest. You kiss all the way down his abs and the fire in Choso’s belly grows as you get closer to your destination.
He watches as you slip your hands into the waistband of his pants and pull them off. He moans when you lean forward and press those pretty fucking lips to his throbbing, clothed cock and it’s involuntary, the way his hips come up on reflex.
He groans quietly, watching your lips curl up in a small smirk. You already know the effect you have on him without doing much at all. Minx.
Your eyes lock with Choso’s, hands finding the waistband of his boxers right before you press another hot and tender kiss to his core, Choso’s back arching at the contact.
“Fuck.”
Keep doing that and he’s going to cum in his pants. At this moment he wouldn’t mind. It would be a welcome relief. He’d just have to hope you’d understand if it came to that. You’re just so sexy; a seductress when you want to be. How could he not blow his load when he’s got the perfect view of you right now settled between his legs? Face down, ass up in the air, back arched so he can see those beautiful round cheeks of yours. He kind of regrets opting for not going all the way tonight because he’d love to feel that little pussy contract around his dick like it just did on his tongue not that long ago.
The thought makes his cock jump within the confines of his underwear.
Gaze still glued to Choso’s, you tug lightly at the waistband of his boxers before your soft voice asks, “Can I?”
He doesn’t think about it for a second.
“Do whatever you want,” he tilts his hips up, letting you slide his boxers off for him. “It’s yours, baby.”
His cock springs free with a loud smack against his lower belly. It’s long, thick, with a large vein running right up the underside until it reaches the angry red tip. The entire length is sticky, precum slathered over it. You settle yourself between his legs again as you take in the sight of him exposed to you.
“I want to make you feel good, too.”
You take his length into your mouth before he can argue, your lips closing around the head. “Ah– shit,” Choso grunts, bringing a hand up to the back of your head. From here, Choso thinks he has the perfect view of you. It turns him on beyond measure and he jerks his hips forward, shoving his cock further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. “Sorry, fuck. I’m sorry.” He moans, pulling out of your mouth.
You shake your head, waving off his concern. “It’s okay, Choso. I like it.”
You’re back on his dick, humming when Choso fills the cavern of your mouth, the vibrations making him shiver. His hand finds the back of your head again, Choso rolling his hips up so he can shove his cock down your throat again, over and over. And you take it so good, relaxing your throat for him so it’s easy.
“Your mouth feels amazing,” Choso grunts, pumping into you. The sound of his balls slapping against your chin makes his eyes roll back, a pleasure shooting straight up his spine.
It feels so fucking good. Too fucking good.
Yeah, he’s not going to last very long here.
You release his dick, running your tongue along that vein on the underside of his cock, pulling a string of curses from Choso. You lick from the base of his length all the way to the tip, teasing the slit of his cock with your tongue, lapping up the bead of precum that sits there.
"Fuck!"
You kiss down the length of his dick, bringing your attention to his balls, running your tongue right between the two orbs before bringing one into your mouth and sucking. Your hand wraps around Choso’s length, stroking him up and down.
A liquid heat pools in Choso’s core, the threat of his orgasm quickly approaching. He doesn’t want to cum yet. He’s been wanting this for a long time, to be intimate in more ways than just kissing and cuddling. It feels way too good. He wants to savor this. But damn, if you keep going like this–
You wrap your lips around Choso’s cock, taking his entire length in your mouth in one motion. The sudden tight warmth makes Choso’s back arch, has his hands flying to the back of your head to hold you in place.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Don’t move, baby,” he pants, holding your face to his groin so he can fuck your throat. And then you open your throat for him, relaxing for just a moment before you constrict around his cock and the sensation that shoots through Choso’s dick makes him pull you back. You let go with an obnoxious pop as Choso grabs the base of his dick.
He can’t stave it off, not when he sees your swollen lips, your tear stained cheeks, the line of drool dangling from your chin.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t. I’m–I’m gonna cum,” he warns.
You lean forward, opening your mouth, tongue hanging out in invitation. “Give it to me, Choso. I want your cum, baby. Gimme all of it.”
God, you’re so fucking sexy.
He feels his balls tighten, feels the rush in the palm of his hand as he pumps his cock, his free hand coming to hold the back of your head in position before thick, hot spurts of his cum shoot from the tip and paint your tongue white with his seed.
“Oh god,” he groans through gritted teeth. He keeps pumping, watching as you quickly put your tongue back in your mouth and swallow before you stick it back out for him. It’s so much cum and you take it all, swallowing without him even asking you to. Even wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking so you don’t waste a drop.
“You’re so good to me,” Choso whispers when he’s finally emptied his load on your tongue. Breaths coming rapidly, he watches you climb along the length of his body until you’re face to face. He can smell his release on your breath, and then he’s tasting it when you press an open mouthed kiss to his lips, moaning when he tastes the mixture of his release and yours on his tongue.
“Thank you,” you say after breaking the kiss. “I feel a lot better now.”
Choso chuckles, running his hands along your spine. “Good. Me, too.”
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You’re both sitting in the bath Choso has run for you, Choso positioned behind you as he gently lathers your shoulders. You’ll be heading home after this, but Choso wanted to treat you to more relaxation before you left. He also wanted an excuse to spend more time with you because the next time he’d see you would likely be the photoshoot. And as exciting as that was, he had a nagging feeling things would be tense.
“In all seriousness, how are you feeling now?” Choso asks, gently splashing water over your shoulders to rinse the soap off. Your hands swirl the bubbles around in the bath.
“Better. Still a little stressed, but that’s to be expected with everything that goes into prepping for these shoots. Then there’s you and Suguru…”
You cut yourself off.
“What about us?”
“I’m just worried how it’ll go with you both there.”
Choso nods in understanding. He quietly mulls over his thoughts.
“You and Suguru haven’t really been around each other for long periods of time before. These shoots take hours and I just don’t want things to be weird between you two.”
“Did you have this talk with Suguru, too?” He questions, curiously. He should really be the one you're worried.
You nod, leaning back against Choso’s chest. “Of course. He’s the one I’m most worried about causing a scene…That was why we went to lunch together the other day – to talk about this. He’s really not good with his emotions, but he promised to behave. Said he’s working on accepting that he’s not my only priority anymore.”
Choso chuckles, placing a light kiss to the back of your neck. “Oh? Who else has your attention? Should I be jealous?”
You laugh lightly. “Please. You don’t strike me as the jealous type.”
‘You don’t know me very well, then,’ Choso thinks.
The fact that Suguru gets even a crumb of your undeserved attention drives Choso insane. You’re a toy to him, something for him to keep in his back pocket when he’s bored and needs something to preoccupy his time. He’s not sure how you don’t see it. You’ve mistaken familiarity and comfort with love. It makes sense after suffering through Suguru’s antics for so long.
All this time, Choso’s been passive, playing the long game while Suguru makes an ass of himself time and time again, hoping you’ll see him for the piece of shit he is. But nothing changes. Choso watches and waits, just going with the flow until you finally come to your senses and make the right choice – him. But nothing changes.
Choso leans down, burying his nose in your hair before he places a sweet kiss to your temple.
He won’t sit back anymore.
In this moment of relaxation before everything goes to shit, Choso wraps his arms around you and he decides it’s time to fight.
