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[madamechrissy]

Dopamine

You're married to Satoru Gojo - an arrangement since your childhood, one you're so excited for. You soon find out - he wants nothing to do with you. Any one is preferable, from the waitress at your engagement party, to his secretary. Torn apart by insecurities and devastated by the fact that you can't make this one sided affection work, you decide to find something to keep you going until Gojo finds a way to end the marriage. That's what lands you right in the notorious boxing ring in town - led by Ryomen Sukuna, who finally sees you.

pairings - Nepo baby! Gojo x Boxer! Sukuna x Heiress! reader

warnings!!! - Heavy angst, cheating, Satoru starts off cruel and mean, reader starts off very shy/insecure, yandere Sukuna. This chap - a TON of angst, lots of feelings, very explicit, tension, reader's mom is a bitch, Sukuna is a whole ass YAN in this one and emotions are running high, dual penetration, anal play, anal sex, fingering, teasing, it's a MESS and it's getting messier. 9k WC

one step closer to the poly ending, but there are at LEAST 4 more chaps left, loves. TYSM to @satolune for beta reading, and for @lizatonix for giving me advice!!

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part eight

Sukuna

“Mmm,” Sukuna's hand slides down your side, over your hip as he sucks a nipple into his hot mouth, that dusty rose hair tickling your skin. “Did you miss me, brat?”

“Of course I did,” you whisper, looking at him in this way that destroys him, underneath your lashes with your lips parted, your nails pressing against his skin as you grip his dress shirt. “You’re still hurting from the fight.”

“I’m fine,” he mumbles, forgetting there is a six foot four white haired ass of a man behind you, it’s easy to forget, actually. Forget his existence, dreaming of the moment you get him out of your system – though he for now would apparently have to share you.

It’s Sukuna’s decision – you’d do anything for him, and he already knows that, how submissive and obedient you were. In no world would Sukuna have had bruises on his throat from you, it’s as if you’re two pretty girls in one form. And he loves both sides of you, even if he is the one that’s bringing it all out.

But he knows he could get you to himself with a few words, and you’d listen so good – you always do. Yet ultimately, what sort of regrets would you have? What sort of things would run in your beautiful, tragic mind when you thought back on Satoru Gojo and his pouty, pathetic self. His tragic ™ backstory that he’s sure the three of you all share.

Though yours is the most tragic.

Why wouldn’t you want love from both of them when you were raised with such hatred and disdain? And why wouldn’t he love to see how you open up with the both of them?

He has not seen much of you with Satoru – the brief encounter where you sucked him and gripped his cock races through his mind, but he still wonders more about it. If you look different when you cum for him, how he watches you now respond, arching for Satoru’s touch, your eyes still locked on Sukuna’s.

“I’m here, you know,” Satoru says, biting your neck. You gasp.

“Ow!”

“Attention starved little shit,” Sukuna mumbles, his fingertips dipping between your soft thighs, he finds you already soaking wet, already drenching him as he glides up your slit. "Always so ready for me, aren’t you?"

“Yes,” you whisper, earning another bite from the annoying little jerk behind you. He's practically rutting against your ass and whimpering like a little bitch, but Sukuna can feel how slick you’re getting. “Mnh!”

His rough fingers are brushing over your clit, eliciting a soft little sigh of pleasure from your lips as he begins to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, twitching against him in response. His cock is leaking at the sounds of you, the feel of you, the very scent – as if every bit of you was made to drive him insane.

Sukuna was semi-normal before he met you – he had girls in and out of his bed, but nothing special, nothing serious. Enough to get his cock wet and watch a pretty girl gush down him, he couldn’t really tell you their names, either. He likely was the same level of whore Satoru was.

But, the huge difference?

If he had you as a wife – he would have never done anything with another woman. Even if it was pushed on him, and he wanted to rebel like Satoru did, in no world could Sukuna not want you – not since you walked right into that gym.

Everything changed the moment he caught sight of you.

You lean up and kiss him now, he moans into your mouth in a way that’s utterly pathetic, but it’s simply the effect you had. One that terrified him – because you weren’t even trying, you didn’t even know what you did to him, or clearly to Satoru who is lying right behind you, shifting closer as Sukuna’s tongue slips into your mouth, even in the fucking morning you taste good.

“Hey,” Satoru murmurs against your ear when you pull back, cupping your face, making Sukuna pause his little circles for a moment.

He’s still here.

Shit.

"Don't I get a good morning kiss?" he asks, his voice low, teasing, needy enough to annoy Sukuna to death.

“Mmm, I guess you could get one,” Sukuna smirks, kissing your pretty tit again, continuing his circles and making you tremble.

“Just one? So generous, sweetheart.”

“It is generous,” you turn your head, and his lips move over yours – he has seen it before, but now it’s different than that first time. He’s kissing you with a desperate need, his hand sliding down your back, over the curve of your ass, and between your legs from behind.

You gasp out loud, and Sukuna can literally hear that squelch, your slutty lil cunt taking him in.

Sukuna wishes it turned him off, that he didn’t love feeling you move between the two of them, that he doesn’t find that string of saliva between your mouths attractive.

Maybe it’s just you.

Maybe you’ve ruined Sukuna – not in the way you think, ‘ruining his life’ with your own situations, no.

You’ve ruined the man altogether.

He snatches you back by your chin, kissing you again, harder, deeper, pinching your clit between two fingers and making the filthiest noises escape your lips, Sukuna swallows them up as he hears Satoru’s fingers move inside. He’s annoyed when they brush against him, but not enough to stop his cock from twitching.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs softly, and you eagerly obey, making him smirk just a little bit. “You’re a needy girl, aren’t you? Can’t get enough cock inside?”

“Please,” your whisper is sweet – as if you’re asking for sugar in your coffee, nothing like what was really happening.

Two men fucking you, two men who can’t take how much they want you, two men who would do anything to have you all alone, but yet…

Here they are.

Sukuna groans when your hand slips down his chest, underneath the dress shirt, fingertips gliding up his abdomen and making it tremble. Sukuna – the man who isn’t afraid of shit, who’s beaten up so many people he can’t remember, the man who told his family to fuck themselves – here he is falling apartfrom nothing but your touch.cting as if he’s got it together.

An act.

It was all an act to seem dominant, to seem like he’s in control.

It’s terrifying to realize he has none when it comes to you.

****

You

You’re moaning into Sukuna’s mouth, only to get tugged back to Satoru, the push and pull maddening as two of his long, slender fingers press against your entrance, sliding in with embarrassing ease, you’re so ready. To have them both on you was unexplainable, how ready you were, how needy you were for them both, how their lips moved, their fingers.

All of them.

Sukuna doesn't stop his pretty little patterns on your clit, Satoru’s curving and hitting a new spot from the angle, Sukuna’s tugging your thigh over his hip – spreading you wider. You should feel some sense of shame, some shyness at this, but the only way you really can feel is needy, pretty, desired.

More than that.

It’s the definition of insanity to have them tugging you back and forth for kisses, two men that hated each other long before you came along, both playing your body. The dual stimulation is overwhelming in its intensity, your hips rocking back and forth – to Sukuna on your clit, to Satoru in your slutty little hole.

You want more.

"Greedy little thing," Sukuna chuckles, his voice thick with his lust, kissing down your collarbone, your shoulder, his teeth sharp when they bite you right where Satoru has – as if he wants to make sure you’re marked even more.

"Taking my fingers so well, sweetheart,” Satoru whispers against your ear, his voice maddening, their touch driving you to arch and rock more, the sounds of your pussy echoing with that wet squish and click as they work you. “You love it, hmm? Both of us playing with your slutty little pussy?”

“Mnh,” you don’t answer that, your head falling back against Satoru's shoulder as they work your body together. Sukuna's fingers are rough with calluses, pushing harder and faster against your clit, while Satoru's long, elegant ones fuck into you faster, curling perfectly against that little spongy spot that has you dizzy.

Their heat presses into your skin from both sides, scents surrounding you.

Sukuna’s rich, dark musk– Satoru’s bright– hints of bergamot, the smell of the hints of your arousal sweet and mixing with the two of them as they touch you in tandem, finding a maddening rhythm.

You can't form a single word, nothing coherent, at least – just mumbles and gasps slipping from your swollen lips look into ruby and then azure eyes, both dark with desire.

How could you not feel beautiful, wanted when they look at you like this?

"Look at her," Satoru murmurs against your neck, his fingers pumping in and out of your slick heat with a mean precision he shouldn’t have.

He may not be able to eat pussy yet, but the man sure could use those fingers, they're so fucking long when you arch they hit your puffy cervix, making you cry out, clamping down on him.

"So fucking pretty, hmm?” You feel your cheeks heat up as Satoru whispers, both men kiss against your skin, having you tremble between them, 

Sukuna hums in agreement, his free hand coming up to cup your titty, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

"Fuckin’ perfect," he says, the claim clear in his voice, the possessive way he touches you, takes you over.

Addictive. 

You're addicted to them.

The pleasure builds higher, that ache in your core spreading, veins burning like you're on fire from their fevered touches, from their fingers brushing against each other, working you together as if they both just know.

Your hands clutch at Sukuna's broad shoulders, your nails digging into his skin and earning a hiss as your orgasm is about to hit, so overwhelming you can't breathe. Caught in your throat, heart hammering in your ears, that blood rushing. 

"That's it," Satoru whispers, his voice breathy, so intimate as his long fingers are moving faster, pushing you over the edge. "Cum for us, pretty girl."

Pretty girl.

Cum for them.

With a cry you do just fucking that – you shatter, falling apart for their hungry gazes, your cunt convulsing around Satoru's fingers. When that orgasm hits, you can’t even see, your vision blurry as that pleasure makes you dumb. They don't stop – no, they keep just working you through your orgasm, until you're falling into another, and their fingers are slipping.

"Good girl," Sukuna praises, pulling his fingertips off, glistening with you, Satoru does the same, sucking them right off, simultaneously. “How do you want it?”

“I get to pick, hmm?” You bite your lip, tugging up Sukuna’s shirt, so your hand can slip under, brushing over his hard abdomen.

“You can pick which hole I’m in,” you gasp at that, hearing even Satoru chuckle a bit behind you.

“Or pick which I’m in.”

“You both wanna fuck my ass, really?” You look between them then, feeling their heat behind you, Satoru’s already sliding his wet, spit soaked fingers up there, two teasing your ass and pressing. “Oh f-fuck…”

“Even tighter there, god,” he buries his face against your neck as you feel the stretch, Sukuna’s tugging his cock out of his pants, letting it slap his abs, leaking pre and dripping, while Satoru works you faster, fingers buried deep inside.

“We could fuck you just like this,” Sukuna says, kissing up your collar bone, tugging your thigh high up allowing his cock to tease your slit, all the while Satoru is loosening your ass up, hitting some spot that has you whining out. “Gojo, I know you have lube, don’t fuckin’ do that without it.”

“I wouldn’t,” he mumbles now, and you peek back at him.

“Do you have lube?”

“Like twenty bottles,” you and Sukuna laugh, and he scowls. “What!?”

“Twenty!?”

“Sukuna… it’s next to you,” Satoru says, biting your neck again, you gasp at the sharp pain. Sukuna eases back and bends over, tattooed back on full display for your gaze, getting even more blurred with every pump of his fingers.

“Fuck – you have a drawer full!? Flavored?”

“Shut up,” he grumbles – you’re giggling too. “Sorry I’m prepared?”

“Do you own stock in Astroglide?”

“I actually do but,” he glares again at Sukuna. “Just get one.”

“Of course you do,” Sukuna lays on his back and taps his lap, you bite down on your lip nervously, straddling him, your slick dripping down his cock, his lips catching yours in a mean little kiss, hands gripping your hips possessively, making you remember his filthy words in the locker room.

“Would breed you over and over, fuck… imagine.” 

Satoru squirts a generous amount of lube on his fingers, kneeling behind you as Sukuna lifts you up, your hands bracing on his chest, sinking inch by inch onto his thick cock, gasping out as it fills you up. “Mngh…”

“Love watching myself,” he mumbles, ruby eyes dark, his hand sliding over your tummy, pressing so he can feel his cock print move from outside. “What would you do if I got her pregnant first?”

“You won’t,” Satoru smirks as he fingers your hole again, something intimate and careful with how he’s working you, sighing and closing his eyes, nuzzling against your neck. “I put so much into her last night, you know.”

Sukuna’s hands squeeze hard now, you suck in a breath at just how hard and bruising of a grip he gives you. “Ah!”

“Oh yeah?” He eyes the mess you’re making when he lifts you up and down him. “Bet I put more in her today.”

Satoru’s working you looser and looser, until it starts to feel so good, and never did you think you’d be sandwiched right between the two men – two men at all, you – a good girl before, raised to be obedient and subservient, riding your boyfriend’s cock, while your husband is stroking his cock. You hear his little intake of breath when his tip nudges your ass, then, slipping up and down, squirting even more lube.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks then, as you tense just a bit – there’s no mocking or cruelty, not when he cups your face, nose brushing against yours, lips a breath away, pressing. “Need more work up?”

“I wouldn’t know,” you admit, gasping when you feel your clit being rubbed, seeing Sukuna’s thumb working, having you gush down his cock.

“Focus on this,” he says, soft almost, you lean forward a bit.

“Arch,” Satoru orders, you listen just like you did last night – body on some instinct, greedy and wanting to be full of them both. His tip nudges right past that tight little ring, you’re stretched in the sluttiest way, then. “Look at me.”

“Mmm,” you barely manage to look as he turns your chin to face him. “Satoru…”

“Relax, don’t wanna hurt you,” his words are quiet and breathy as he kisses you, hands on your waist, as Sukuna’s are on your hips. Four hands, twenty fingers, all touching you together.

“Feels good,” you admit – it does, the pain, the burn when he moans and eases in just a bit more, and Sukuna tugs you down, your hair falling like a curtain to the side, that shirt you’re wearing slipped up and thrown over your head, baring you to both of them. “Kuna…”

“You’re takin’ us so good,” his praise has you dripping more, Satoru’s thickness stretching you to the point of tears, you’re sniffling as he leans back, pulling out and then sinking just a little deeper. “Made to be filled, huh? Bred in all your holes?”

“Y-yes,” with Sukuna you’re like this – sweet, agreeing, but you know if Satoru asked, you’d be a brat – you wouldn’t admit it, but how easy and gentle he is back there has your mind fuzzy. You peek back, biting your lower lip as he eases into your unused hole again, his blue eyes bright as they look at you.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, pausing as he sees your tears, you shake your head, sniffling.

“J-just stay for a minute,” you whisper, nails pressing into Sukuna’s chest, Satoru’s fingertips slip down your spine soothingly, as he nods, and you try to relax, having Sukuna turn your chin to have you kiss him again.

Are you really this greedy, that you’re going to have them both cum inside? That you’re going to have them ruin your holes, that you love the way they’re both touching, kissing, moving inside?

You are.

*****

Satoru

Satoru watches you, your back is arched against him with your hole being split apart by his cock, slick with that lube – he pours even more, sinking into that tiny hole again. Gripping him like a vice – his own baby blue eyes are rolling back in his skull every time he sinks just a little deeper into you.

But it's more than that, more  than just how tight you are – how fucking good you feel, how pretty you are drooling, with your tears.

No – it’s the feeling of you against him, the way you trust him enough to let him take you this way, to let him take this from you – your first time there, knowing he doesn’t even deserve it. Doesn’t deserve anything, yet you still do – if he was a better person he’d tell you that you should leave him, be with Sukuna who clearly fucking adores you, it’s written on his dumb face.

Yet how can Satoru do that when he’s fallen so fucking far? When you have sunk into his mind, his body, fuck – last night you spit in his mouth – you choked him as you fucking rode him, used him. Satoru Gojo, always dominant, was falling apart underneath you as you used his cock to come again and again.

If he didn’t love you before, he knows he does when he catches sight of you kissing Sukuna, of him that close to you, holding and touching you like that? It should turn him off, sharing you, but he wants you so goddamn bad it doesn’t.

If anything it makes Satoru want to work that much harder to fill you, to wrap an arm around your waist, burying his face for just a moment and inhaling that scent mixing with Sukuna’s. He wishes that turned him off too, but if anything he wants to fuck you that much better, to ruin you on his cock till you’re babbling and dumb.

Every time Sukuna thrusts up into your cunt, you clench around his cock, making him tense up, trying not to bust. He pumped three loads into your cunt last night but he couldn’t stop from his balls getting heavy again, maddening the effect you have on both men without knowing, just looking back at him in the way that makes him ache.

Satoru leans back and spits on his length as he pulls back, tip coated in the glistening lubricant – you don’t even need it, he just wants to watch his bubbly spit sink inside you, feeling you tense up again, his lips moving as he stays still, letting Sukuna move your body.

“You all right?”

“Y-yes,” you whisper, leaning back against him again as he presses forward, his lips against your ear. Not just possessive, these feelings – they’re protective, which should be laughable.

Imagine Gojo protecting you when he was the one who hurt you.

Yet he can’t help it, as he eases in and out, feeling that tight fit, the little clenching as you stretch around him. Satoru wants to ruin you as much as he wants to fix what he fucking did, wants you to fall apart so he can put you back together. Even he has never felt anything close to it, to take it so easy with a girl like he was right now.

Of course he hates that Sukuna is here – hates the smug look on his face as he watches you, the way his hands are all over the very body Satoru wants to possess entirely, the way his cock is already inside your cunt. How he got to take you first, claiming a part of you Satoru couldn’t have.

He feels that – the fucking rage as much as he feels that heady desire, the need to pump you full, mixing with the maddening urges to kiss you.

It’s too much, when you look at him like that, with your lidded eyes and your lashes lowered. Your lips parted. You turn your head, face flushed and tears trailing from the corners of your eyes right down your pretty cheeks, irises all fucked out and glittering in a way they shouldn’t for him, as he sinks even deeper.

"Satoru..." Any irritation about how Sukuna grabs you just... melts, when you look at him like that – when your voice trembles, and your lips reach out for a kiss. Satoru does kiss you, trying to pour all the fucking feelings he has that he can’t say for shit, knowing it would hurt you both.

What he feels for you – what he did to you, what he regrets, how fucking furious he is at Sukuna, the overwhelming feelings he has for you, all spilling as he shoves his entire cock inside you, feeling Sukuna through you, as he pauses too, letting you try to take all of him.

“Ah! Too much,” you mumble, thighs shaking, the two men rubbing your thighs gently, brushing your hair back, murmuring your name.

"Relax, don't wanna hurt you," he murmurs against your lips, forcing himself to halt despite every cell in his body screaming to move, to fuck into your tight little hole until you forget your own name, but he forces himself to be gentle, to kiss across your neck and stay there. “Just breathe, yeah?”

“If it’s too much…”

“I can take it,” you whisper now, letting Sukuna lean up and kiss you, messy as you relax underneath their touches. “It’s a lot…”

“You’re doing such a good job,” Sukuna tells you, Satoru’s grip tightens just a bit for a moment, still buried and not moving, until you arch back just a bit, whining out and turning to him again, kissing Satoru in a way you really shouldn’t.

Spitting in his mouth was really already better than you should give him, but sweet kisses as you trust him, as he works you open carefully, his fingers running soothing little circles down your waist, letting you get used to it – never has he felt like this, just fucking or even sharing.

This is different from last night, even, so intimate Satoru himself is trembling inside of you – when you finally give a shaky nod for him to move again, he waits for the okay, feeling you grip him. He can feel Sukuna's thick cock through the thin wall of your body, and the friction is maddening whether he wants to admit it or now, every time Satoru pushes in, Sukuna pulls out.

The two men somehow work you perfect despite hating each other, Sukuna will fuck your pussy with filthy, loud smacks as Satoru waits, then he’ll rub your clit and pin you down, and Satoru will move. He’s easier with you, careful, reaching around to take over rubbing your clit while Sukuna sucks your pretty nipples into his mouth, seeing that bulge move.

Satoru knows his eyes are locked on your stomach, dark, black with desire.

He’d be dumb not to notice that man worships you to the point of insanity, but how could he not?

The two men take over your body as you fall apart between them, gushing down Sukuna and clamping down when you shatter.

You’re mumbling their names as he watches your pretty face, sees you losing yourself to it, head falling back on his shoulder, mouth open and slack, drool just spilling as they both take you over. 

"Look at you," Sukuna groans, his eyes locked on where your bodies are joined, where your slick is pooling down his belly button. "Taking both of us so fucking well. Your greedy little holes are just sucking us in, huh?"

“Mngh,” his words make you clench around him and Satoru, making both of them let out slutty little moans. “Feels s’good I…”

"Feel that?" Satoru murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, leaving goosebumps on your skin, his words so quiet only you can hear. "Feel how deep I am? Can you, sweetheart?

You answer with a little nod, Sukuna sits up, working your body, both men fucking you faster, the sounds utterly debauched in Satoru’s room.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” you barely whisper. “Yes, c-can feel you…”

“Took this first, hah,” he’s toxic then, but you don’t scowl or argue, letting him be possessive. “He got your pretty lil cunt, yeah? That’s okay, baby, I’ll fuckin’ ruin you till you forget him.”

“Mnh…”

Satoru’s lost in you, hearing Sukuna mutter just about the same as he is, the two men pushing and pulling till they cum inside both your holes, filling you so full, you’re dripping in a little sheen of sweat as they ease out, both of those holes stretched and drooling white. Satoru gathers the mess and toys with you where you’re sensitive, feeling you twitch between them as you come down, and they’re both kissing you carefully, soothing you.

Satoru has never felt whatever the fuck you do to him, but every time it’s more intimate – it’s more intense, his snowy lashes fluttering against your neck as his breaths rush on your skin.

“Am I getting breakfast?”

“Sukuna!” You giggle and Satoru snorts, rolling his eyes.

“How can you think of breakfast with her here like this?” Satoru’s words make you pause a bit, your hands gripping his wrists tightly, leaning back just a bit.

“Well I’m hungry, fuck I just had a match,” he chuckles at your little look. “Do I have to order?”

“I’ll cook, I just need help getting up so I can clean off,” Sukuna picks your ass up and carries you toward the bathroom, and your eyes meet Gojo’s, biting down on your lower lip as you study him, before burying your face.

That look.

******

Sukuna

“So,” Sukuna looks at you as you box in your cute little pink gloves, focusing by worrying your lower lip, your eyes looking up to him now.

“So?” You ask, stopping the punching and resting a bit on the bag, Sukuna can see the muscles forming in your arms from all your work, he wants to trace the bicep there but you’re around people.

That’s when it hits – the truth, the real fucking pain that cuts him, when he’s not lost inside you or alone with you. Even alone with Satoru, he can be with you how he wants, but in public?

There was nothing you two could do to rouse any suspicion, even in the gym he tried to keep it formal, until he could finger your pretty cunt in the locker room, until he could steal a kiss until you’re breathless. The two of you are achingly careful. Trying to appear that you’re just friends, especially with you having been spotted at the boxing match – though luckily no one saw you actually with Sukuna.

Yet the pain of knowing Satoru could touch you and hold you all he wanted ate him alive, that he could just be so close, and no one would ever say a thing. You were his wife, you had his last fucking name – Gojo.

Your last name was Gojo.

And with every encounter, he can tell the feelings for Satoru grow, though he can feel them growing for him too, he can tell every time you’re near him you’d do anything and everything. It would take him to softly tell you to leave Satoru, and you’d figure it the fuck out for Sukuna – you gave him everything.

That’s why he couldn’t take the choice away from you.

“What is it, Kuna?” You ask now, your dumb little nickname he loves so goddamn much, he sighs, stepping closer and turning you, acting as if he’s guiding you into a good form when all he wants to do is touch you.

“You wanna work here?” You giggle at that, looking back at him. “I’m deadass – why are you laughing?”

“I’d love to work here, what!?” You keep giggling, losing your form until Sukuna chuckles a bit, shaking his head. “Doing what?”

“You can help me run numbers, it’s not my best. Wasn’t that your degree?”

“You know what I graduated in?” You ask, blinking a bit – Sukuna has to remember you have no clue the deep dive he did on you.

He could be called obsessed.

Sukuna couldn’t help but want to know every fucking bit about you – including that you were top of your class in business, he’s sure your parents made you take those courses, but your GPA was impeccable. You’re blinking a bit as his hands go to your shoulders, positioning them.

“You wanted to work, you told me before…”

“I do! I’m so nervous, I never have. Is that insane?”

“No, it’s just you weren’t ever supposed to,” he breathes out now. “I wasn’t supposed to beat the shit out of your parents either, but…”

“Kuna!”

He grins as you elbow him playfully. “I’m also not supposed to fuck married women, hmm?”

“You’re awful,” you pout now, shoving him and then realizing people are still around, even if the gym is closing. “You can’t say that so loud.”

“I’d love to fuck you right here,” you suck in a breath. “But I can’t even fucking touch you, can I?”

You blink back tears for just a moment, stepping back as if you were slapped, Sukuna curses, shaking his head. “I need to…”

You step away, rushing off as he realizes what he’d just said – he hadn’t meant for those words to spill, he’s not some emotional man – fuck, before you he had no relationships. No cares other than who would be sucking his cock, maybe who would entertain him for a few months, but nothing was like this – maddening, insanity, the need for more of you.

When you weren’t even his.

Sukuna tries to give it a moment so it doesn’t look more suspicious, before walking back, tugging you into his office before you can make it to the locker room, shutting the door behind you. “Don’t run away, brat – I didn’t mean it bad towards you, okay?”

“I hurt you,” your whisper breaks him, your lips trembling, tears slipping down your cheeks, taking several shaky breaths as he cups your face, and your hands come to his wrists, those gloves falling to the floor off your arm. “I do hurt you.”

“Stop worrying about me,” you sniffle, tears falling, shaking your head again. “I fucking swear to god, you’re going to get your ass beat until it’s covered in my handprints, actin’ like a brat.”

“Stop trying to cheer me up,” your eyes shut now, tears falling. “I just hurt both of you. Don’t I?”

“No, and why the fuck do you care if you hurt him anyway?” Sukuna tilts your chin up now. “You aren’t the one hurting me.”

“You are hurt that you can’t touch me, like this…” you put a hand on his chest. “That we have to sneak around.”

“It’s just… fuck this,” he pulls back, cursing – hating the simpering mess you’ve made of him in the short time, walking towards his desk with his hands on it, feeling you walk up, a hand on his back gently. “Just go.”

“Do you really want me to go? Or do you want me to work for you?” He sighs, looking back at you, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face against him now. “I want to work with you.”

“Don’t.”

“Sukuna!”

“Just go home,” you bury your face again. “Confusing little brat. Swear to god you annoy the shit out of me sometimes.”

“You love it,” you mumble. “You love me.”

“Yes I love you,” he sighs and tries to disentangle himself, switching your positions so you’re pressed on his desk now, cupping your face. “Love you so much I let that dumb, white haired fuck have you too.”

You take a little breath, sighing now, as he tugs your shorts up your thighs, hands on your ass, lifting you like it’s nothing and propping you on the desk, he leaned low. “I told you that this is enough for me.”

“Is it?”

“I love you, Sukuna,” he looks down at you, tilting your chin up.

“What do you feel for Gojo, then?”

“It’s so complicated, I don’t… I feel too… there’s too much, the two of you, splitting me in half. I feel like I’m only giving you half of me, and you deserve a whole person.”

He pauses then, letting your tears fall. “You think I wouldn’t take half of you over any other person?”

“How’s it fair to you?”

“I want your half, your whole, every little piece I can get,” he laughs now, cruel as he grips your chin too tight. “I can’t not fucking have you and you exist.”

“Then why do you push me away?”

Sukuna says nothing, kissing you now, a softer kiss than he ever gives you, letting you sigh into his mouth. “I’m not.”

“You told me to go,” you kiss him back, thighs pressed on either side of his hips. “I don’t want you to hurt over me.”

Sukuna can’t take thinking of not having you, he can’t think of you finding your feelings for Gojo to be more than him, to lose you to him – to lose you altogether. Better for him to have the part in it, the control over the woman he can’t stand the thought of ever not seeing – fuck, even a night without you was torture.

“You’re fine, brat… was just thinking,” your lashes flutter shut as he studies you, calloused thumb brushing your lip. “Too loud, didn’t mean to say the shit.”

“I don’t want us to be a secret either,” you admit, eyes opening slowly now. “As for right now, I can’t see a way to-”

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” he lies, and you clearly know it, tears spilling again, making him tense. “Stop crying, now.”

“You can’t just tell me to stop!?”

“Yeah I can, you listen to what I say,” you bite your lip hard, Sukuna tugs it out from your teeth. “You haven’t done shit wrong. Aside from letting him fuck your ass before I got to.”

“Sukuna!” You giggle even through your tears, and he scowls. “Are you serious right now?”

“Very, should have been me,” he kisses you, pressing your back against his desk, hand gripping yours, lips moving down your throat as your hands find their way to his rosy locks, entangling in them. “All of your firsts should be me.”

“You got my throat, my… pussy,” he laughs at how cutely you say that, like it shouldn’t be said. “What!”

“You’re adorable,” he mumbles, leaning up and kissing your cheeks, as the affection and protective way he feels ruins him further.

Sukuna is so in love it makes him fucking sick.

“You got those, you’re so greedy you wanted that too?” You tease, trying to hold it together, clearly, Sukuna hums, tilting his head, as his necklace dangles against your skin, you touch it carefully between your fingers, eyes dazed.

“I wanted your first kiss too,” he admits softly, nuzzling your nose. “I want to be the first for everything, yes – I don’t care if it’s toxic. I want to get you pregnant, want you to be my fucking wife.”

“Sukuna…” You gasp now.

“I know that’s not happening, not yet…” he says quietly, kissing you deeper, needier. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Doesn’t mean I won’t take it the very moment that dumb little shit fucks up, I’ll take you away from him so goddamn fast. Make you disappear."

“Y-you… mngh…” He’s kissing down your chest, as he loses his mind, huge hands taking over your pretty tits, squishing them as he grinds himself against you, feeling your heat. “Disappear?”

“Tell your parents you died, take you the fuck away,” he sighs now, nuzzling your nose with his, like he’s not being insane. “I would do it, princess. So fucking fast – I’d tell him you died, too, if you didn’t love him so much.”

“I…” you can’t answer it, his teeth sink into your skin as your thighs grip his slutty waist. “You’re talking nonsense.”

“Am I?” He grins now, and watches your face flush, your lips part. “I’d do anything to keep you the fuck away from them.”

“I have to see them tomorrow,” you mumble, gasping when his grip tightens. “I know…”

“You wet because I said I’d tell everyone you’re dead? Or because I’d kidnap you, huh?” You don’t answer, just kept dripping more until you soak his gym shorts. “Slutty little brat, just for me… I would keep you to myself.”

“Sukuna…” You just kiss him again, when a knock comes from the door, you pause, eyes widening – as it once again hits him.

You’re not his to the public.

How will he handle seeing the news, the press of you and Gojo at some get together tomorrow? 

He eases off you, setting your clothes right before he answers the door, leaning down to brush your hair back behind your ear. “You think about working for me.”

It’s selfish, really.

Sukuna just wants more of you.

*****

You

You’re at a charity function that weekend with Satoru, but this is different than the last one, there was no awkward silence in the limo, he was peeking at his phone as you texted Sukuna, sighing and having you look curiously.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, he’d rolled his eyes.

“Just Jennifer trying to see me again, I don’t know how much more clear I could be about it,” you had tensed a bit.

“You know, since I’m with Sukuna I can’t tell you not to be with them, even though I felt she was coming at me a certain way-”

“I don’t want her.”

You blinked a bit at that. “Not at all?”

“No, I want whatever parts of you I can have before you’re gone,” he had cupped your face, eyes looking down at your lips as the limo drove quietly in the night, you had bit your lower lip, sighing.

“You can’t say things like that, Satoru…”

“No?”

“No,” you’d given in, leaning in first for that kiss – ones he usually stole, but in that moment how could you not? “Mmm, Satoru I…”

“Shh,” he kept kissing you, until you were on his lap, his hand sliding up the small of your back, where it was bare from your dress, you felt your heart hammer in your chest. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

“You shh,” he snorted a bit at that, kissing you again as your arm wrapped around his neck, a hand slipping up along his undercut, brushing the silky strands there and arching your hips. “I see why you were such a whore, talking like that to all your girls.”

He paused, blinking and leaning back, looking up at you carefully. “You are pretty, you’ve always been. Always too good for me.”

You had paused, breath caught in your throat, the emotions so thick you could hardly stand him in that moment. “Why did you do all this?”

He was quiet, looking down, but you had taken his chin in your hand, looking down into pretty blue eyes full of pain, full of self loathing. “I wanted you to have your own choice – and you got it.”

You laughed, shaking your head at him. “But we… you had… this, is it just physical to you?”

“If it was – it would be fucking easy,” he murmured, a hushed, angry whisper hot against your lips. “I wish that I just wanted to fuck you, and that’s all it was – not the torture you put me through.”

“Me torturing you!?” You laughed then, a mean little one that has his brows lowered, eyes narrowed, fingers pressing in the curve of your waist until you cry out softly. Satoru sat up straighter, tugging you against his chest. “That’s insane, do you know what you fucking did to me?”

“If you were smart, you’d leave me for Sukuna,” you slapped him, a harsh, loud little sound that had him turning his head, the red blossoming. “You wouldn’t let me touch you at all. You wouldn’t look at me the way you do.”

“I am smart, thank you very fucking much – I’m only dumb when it comes to…” You had trailed off then. “Whatever the fuck this is.”

You couldn’t say the words, the ones trapped in your throat – You love him, and you hate him.

So fucking much.

“You’re such a mean little girl with me,” he says, laughing now, the sound bitter as he pins you against him, taking your wrists and pressing them behind your back, taking you over. “So sweet with your ‘Kuna’ though, yeah?”

“He’s sweet to me,” Satoru had pouted, you’d itched to smack him again, enjoying the red on his cheek.

“I could be sweet to you,” he’d kissed up your jaw, lips brushing your ear until you had trembled, cunt slick underneath your panties like a betrayal. “If you’d ever let me be, but it’s too late, isn’t it?”

“The only one who keeps saying it’ll end is you,” you blinked hot tears, his sigh tickling your skin. “You wanted it to end before it started.”

“Do you really wanna know what I feel, sweetheart? Could you actually even handle hearing it?”

You had said nothing, letting him keep your arms pinned, as he had pulled back and looked at you desperately, sighing and using his other hand to grip under your chin, fingers on either side of your windpipe. The limo wasparked, but you had sat there longer than you should have, as Satoru again tore you into pieces by merely existing in your atmosphere.

The thoughts of that are rampant, the way his hand is on your waist tonight, as you both mingle – seeing your parents, seeing the press out front. Satoru dances with you tonight, even as you glare up at him, he doesn’t look at another – a stark contrast from the first time you danced.

With his fingers glistening with another woman.

You haven’t forgotten – no, you remember it all. Yet with every dip and move, every spin and hold, every murmur in your ear and brush against your skin, you feel his desire. You feel the want, the need – so desperate from him, even if he hasn’t said the words like Sukuna did.

I’d tell them you died.

Sukuna was insane – but you loved him for it.

Satoru was damaged – and you still love him.

Even if you can’t say those damn words to Gojo, scared to give him that power, terrified to hurt again and more afraid to hurt him and Sukuna – they’re there, when Sukuna had asked you.

What do you feel for Gojo? 

What did you feel, besides split in half – two versions of you love two different men, and the love is different, it’s not stronger for one or the other. Just because Sukuna’s seemed easier, it didn’t make it less – and just because the hatred for Satoru lingered, didn’t mean you loved him less.

You’re lost in thought as Satoru has to mingle, and you’re sipping on a bubbly glass of champagne, when something grips your wrist, and the drops glitter onto the tile floor below. You gasp out at it, blinking rapidly, and you look up to see your mother, dragging you as far away as she can, the glass falling to the ground in the haste, crashing and splitting into pieces.

“Mother… I…”

“Shut your mouth,” she has you in a quiet hall, out of sight – and you feel so small then, like you always did.

No matter how much love you felt, no matter how strong Sukuna tries to make you, every memory of her punishment leaves you stuck, unable to move, like your feet were glued to the very floor in those pretty heels.

You still were afraid of her.

“What is it?” You try to hold it together, and she laughs – a mean, sharp sound. 

“You think everyone didn’t see you at that match?” Your mother leans low towards you, her jaw setting.

“I just…”

“Slut,” her words are sharp, they slap you hard – so hard you struggle to get it together at all. “I can’t believe Gojo deals with you.”

“You have no clue about our relationship,” you whisper now, as her hand tightens on your wrist, her manicured nails pressing in. “You don’t know anything about me or Satoru.”

“I know he lets you fuck the town, hmm?” You laugh sharply, shaking your head. “You’re not worthy of someone like him – but even you shouldn’t sink as low as Ryomen Sukuna.”

“Are you mad that he beat dad up? Ah,” she smacks you then with a quick movement of her hand, and you tremble as the pain hits, stinging your cheeks with this brutal, lingering burn.

“Shut up you stupid little bitch,” your nails press into your palms, trying to tug away from her. “Just because Gojo deals with you for now, doesn’t mean you won’t become our problem when he kicks you aside. The shame you’ll bring to us.”

The truth of that does hit – at some point, Satoru was ending the marriage, whether you two were like before – hating each other, or now… 

What were you now?

Now he had been inside you, all your holes had been full of his cum, and he’d kissed you in ways he shouldn’t have. Offering a position at his company, even, meant perhaps he’d push it off a bit, mitigate the damage of such a quick divorce, his thought process must also be skewed with everything.

Yet the pain of thinking of never seeing him again fills you, this dread in the pit of your stomach growing, you can’t handle it suddenly, as much as you wanted to leave him before, now everything has changed. There were too many moments, too much between you for you not to be sad when the day comes, even though you will have Sukuna.

You love two men, and the ways they make you feel are completely different – submissive and sweet with Sukuna, dominant and bratty with Satoru, both of them pulling these things out of you that you never knew were there, that you never really acknowledged could exist. How could you have any semblance of a normal life when they’ve both crashed into you?

Now Satoru has forgone any other woman – when he doesn’t have to, but even now you catch sight of him walking by, his eyes immediately darting to your face, his jaw tensing. You step back just a bit and your mom steps forward, not noticing Satoru walking up behind her.

You give an imperceptible shake of your head, as if to stop him, when she takes that wrong, raising her hand again for Satoru to grip her wrist, halting her.

“Excuse me!? I,” she looks back now and pales visibly– she surely thought the two of you were all alone over here. “I was…”

“Get. Your. Hands. Off her.” Satoru's words are quiet, this faint blue vein pressing from his temple.

“I simply am looking out for your reputation,” she says, letting him lower her hand. “She was seen at that boxing match.”

“Seen what, enjoying it? Enjoying boxing?”

“That will never do, and what is with this talk of her working?!”

“She wants to,” Satoru looks at you now, his smile sad. “If she wants to work, why can't she?”

“Not at the gym!”

“Then she can work part-time with me too,” he says smoothly, laughing softly now. “I am in need of an assistant.”

****

Satoru

It takes everything in Gojo not to kill your mother, not to act up and ruin her life, for hitting your pretty face. He can hardly hold himself together, seeing the surprise on your face, expecting a no. Expecting anything other than the relief in your face, how you clutch at your dress so tightly, reminding him of the night your dad split your lip.

He should have been the one to beat him.

“I could do that,” you say now – surprising him more. Your mom sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Surely that would look good? Me working with the Gojo corp?”

She looks at Satoru, who tugs you against him, wrapping an arm around your waist, feeling the tenseness of your body, how you tremble – why couldn’t he have protected you then, at their house? Why couldn’t he have done more, why did he let you alone with them?

He barely knew you then – but the writing was on the wall, if they treated you like this in public…

What had they done in private?

“Keep your gym job a secret, then,” she orders, you quietly nod. “Gojo is better than you deserve. What a waste of-”

“Why don’t you stop talking to my fucking wife that way?” Satoru cuts her off, and her lips close. “The only waste is you, here, waste of my fucking time.”

“Gojo, surely you-”

“Get away from her, and don’t let me fucking see you or your shit husband anywhere near her,” she steps back. “Go.”

She scoffs and stomps off, leaving you alone with Satoru, when he holds your face gingerly, wincing as he sees her ring left a mark. “You didn’t have to do any of that, Satoru.”

“I should have done more that night,” you go to disagree, but he cuts you off, kissing your lips, feeling you melt for him in a way you shouldn’t. Yet here you are, going weak in his hold. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

You sniffle, dragging him down for a kiss, he stumbles over to the wall, pressing you against it, sliding a possessive hand over your waist, tongue slipping in, taking over your mouth. You just cry out, in a way that has him ready to ruin you right against this wall, uncaring of anyone – other than he didn’t want anyone to even see you like that.

He already had to share you with one person.

“Fuck, forget this,” you say then, and he frowns, as you tug him by his tie, glaring at him. “I love you.”

He blinks then, words stuck in his throat. “Forget it?”

“Forget it,” you say again, he glares, kissing you and picking you up, until you’re in a bathroom, facing a mirror, him turning you so you can see him behind you. “Satoru we… can’t, we…”

“Forget it?” He says again, laughing darkly, kissing up your neck, wrapping an arm as he presses you against the marble counter. “You want me to fucking forget that you just said that?”

“Yes,” your eyes flutter shut, and Satoru bites your shoulder so hard it hurts. “Ah! You dick!”

“Do you not mean it?” He asks, voice a breathy little moan. “Open your eyes and fucking look at me.”

“I shouldn’t,” you do focus, then, your pretty eyes dark – pupils wide, as the words play over and over in his mind. “I shouldn’t say that.”

“You shouldn’t love me,” his voice breaks before he can stop it, sliding your dress up achingly slowly, pressing against you, feeling you tremble. “You know you shouldn’t.”

“Shut up, Satoru,” you turn your face, still reddened from your mother. “You act like I want to feel this way about you.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart,” he says softly, hitching your thigh up over the counter, fingertips sliding along the slit of your panties, watching your head fall back against his chest. “You hate that you do.”

“Just fuck me,” you whisper, gasping out as he tugs your panties aside, and you’re already dripping wet. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Satoru eyes you levelly in the mirror instead, sinking two fingers inside your needy cunt, the one that is already gripping him, tacky walls so tight. “I can’t forget that. I won’t.”

“You have to…”

“No,” he sighs, inhaling your scent, his eyes catching yours in the mirror, moving his fingers inside you faster, watching you start to fall apart.

How could Satoru ever forget those words?

When he shouldn’t have ever gotten them? When he’s never gotten them in his entire life?

An ‘I love you’ from the one person who should hate him the most.

How can he forget, just fuck you, when he has to have you– possess you, take you over, in a way that’s insanity, in a way that has him whispering things he never fucking thought he would – your name, with a little laugh, over and over. He keeps repeating it softly, fingers plunging in and out of you – everything forgotten but this one singular moment.

Where he whispers those three words right back in your ear.

“I’ll take my time…” He says, laughing again, moaning as he feels you gushing, tightening up. “Savor every moment of you that I get.”

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[madamechrissy]

mdni - 18 + - nerd! gojo x milf! reader

Satoru Gojo didn't think he'd cum in his pants on his first lap dance of his twenty-first birthday.

But there you were- grinding right on his cock to the music - in some slutty little outfit that hardly covered your tits, glittering underneath the red lights. Pretty nipples pressing up underneath that thin lacy material, just begging for his mouth.

He didn't know what to do with his hands, clenched at their sides, when faced with this milf's hips that look so breedable.

It's not like Satoru has even had sex yet - not for lack of opportunities, no - Satoru simply was a busy man, had his early master's degree, top of his class.

Hence why Sukuna and Suguru are laughing, watching him lose his shit with their favorite dancer.

You, their favorite dancer at this club. Oh, and you loved them not just because they tipped well, they were hot of course, but they were the kind of clients to ask about your day. You'd giggle as they did a line right off your neck, letting both of them have your cunt rock against their lap.

You were a single mom with bills to pay, and this was the only way you could stay all day - to dance at night while your mom let the baby sleep over. Was it what you wanted to do? Not forever

But damn you made good money.

Suguru and Sukuna frequently hit the VIP, and that's where everything got just a little filthy, but even then, they were all about you. Kissing on your neck, gripping your thighs, mentioning bringing their nerdy little friend last time and how much he'd just love you - apparently he was a bit of a milf lover.

You didn't expect Gojo to look like this though - nerdy, sure, but you could feel those muscles underneath his dress shirt, you could feel his long fingers pressing into your flesh. He’s blushing even underneath the red lights, you can see it on the bridge of his nose, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

"Is this okay with you?" His friends are laughing at his questions, so you shoot them a glare.

"Sorry, mommy," they both tease, pouting as you roll your eyes, focusing back on Satoru, your hands pressing into his shoulders, long manicured nails pressing in just a bit.

"Focus on me," you tease, rolling your hips and pausing when you feel it. "Good boy, there you go."

He's huge, fuck.

Pulsing underneath his khaki slacks, making your cunt drip. Sure, some clients you got a little excited, but your damn cunt was drooling when he drags you down with his fingers digging into your waist, his tip nudging your twitchy clit underneath the glittering thong you're wearing.

"So pretty," he murmurs all cute, looking up at you, his lips almost brushing a little stretch mark on the side of your tit. "Cute."

Cute.

You pause a bit, heart hammering in your chest, suddenly so intimate you forget his friends and your fellow dancers are in here. You're blushing right with him when he whines out, jerking his hips up again.

"S-sorry, is that... okay to do?! I..." He's got fucked out blue eyes, dark with need, you manage a nod, feeling almost nervous when you've been dancing for two years now - putting yourself through college and paying it with a little baby?

Well it was expensive.

So this job meant a lot - and that also meant not being a blushing mess, no matter how hot the client. But you fear you're rubbing on him with no real rythym, chasing that high of cumming when that's against your own damn rules - his friends have girls on their laps, giggles and soft moans mixing with the loud bass.

But you can only hear Satoru Gojo's whimper.

A whimper that has your cunt clenching around air.

"Feel good?" You murmur in his ear, trying to act unaffected.

He nods, lips hesitantly kissing across your neck, plump lips tasting the glitter right off your skin, just that he can feel himself leak and stick to his digimon boxers, long fingers tightening their grip against your flesh.

"V-very I'm... ah, I'm..." you're soaking wet and so hot, it takes every bit of effort not to slide your panties aside and lose his virginity then and there. He's trembling when you pull back, your cheeks hot to the touch when he caresses them, stealing a little kiss, whining into your mouth. "Sorry..."

"No," you kiss him right back, and with one more movement of your hips - Satoru is busting, so much so it leaks through his boxers, the hot sticky mess clinging to your ruined panties, his moans barely muffled. "Mnh, s'okay..."

"Fuck I just... shit..." He's shutting his eyes and whining, knowing if Suguru and Sukuna knew they'd make fun of him, but you seem to be right with him, whining out, teeth catching your lower lip, gushing all down his lap.

The two of you pause, and you look down to see the mess you both made.

"Oh! Oh," you're both stammering, blushing little messes despite having each others' cum on your skin. "Let me um... I'll... come with me!"

You're dragging him so fast away, struggling to wipe him with napkins in the locker room, smearing the mess of fluids as you kneel.

"It's not coming out, ugh!" You keep wiping at it when you realize you're face level with his cock, and it's already tenting again. "Um, you can tie this around your waist!"

"Oh," you're snatching up your hoodie, tying it and trying to adjust it, when he cups your face, kissing you again, when he gathers the courage - taking a breath.

"Can we have a date?"

"A date...you want..."

"Please?" He pouts all cute, his glasses foggy from your kiss. "So I can give you back your hoodie."

You giggle now. "I have a kid though and..."

"Even better." You blink, then study his dilated blue eyes, his cute cheeks all bright pink. Fuck he's adorable.

"You are a milf hunter then, they were right!" he shakes his head.

"You'd be my first for... all of it. If you want!?" He is stammering now, all nervous, rubbing the back of his neck "We could just hang out, I don't need to..."

"Gojo..."

"Satoru, please. I just came in my pants, can you not tell I like you?"

"You're cute, Satoru..." you manage with a little laugh, tapping his lips. "I'll go on a date with you."

"Yes! I mean!? Okay," he tries to play it cool, even as his heart is racing, getting your number and texting you.

His friends might make fun of that pink hoodie on his waist, but he's the one who is getting a date with you <3

*****

hehe just something cute, I never make toru a virgin ahaha <3

[aliienangel]

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╰ ₊⟡˚ university au! [18+] TRAPPED in the closet of your university library with your two friends. things turn heated during a game of TRUTH OR DARE they insisted you partake in (threesome with gojo) ♯ 8.1k

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𐔌 . ❥ ּ֯ ‎‎ ・‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ gσנσ ѕαтσяυ

╰ ₊⟡˚ university au! [18+] TRAPPED in the closet of your university library with your two friends. things turn heated during a game of TRUTH OR DARE they insisted you partake in (threesome with geto) ♯ 8.1k

╰ ₊⟡˚ university au! [18+] VISITING the library grants you early access to the REQUIRED READING's and a close relationship to the hot librarian who you enjoy bothering ♯ 5.1k

╰ ₊⟡˚ office au! [18+] RESIGNING from your job as gojo's assistant is hard, especially when your TWO WEEKS NOTICE ruffles his feathers and makes him try extra hard to keep you on ♯ 11.6k

╰ ₊⟡˚ non.sorcerer au! [18+] THE BEGINNING of your undefined and sexual relationship with gojo is certainly fun but considering he's your brothers best friend, it's also ill advised ♯ 11.1k

╰ ₊⟡˚ office au! [18+] PART 2 to TWO WEEKS NOTICE・AFTER leaving gojo, things are difficult and confusing, especially when you start working for geto. it's hard to reconcile with the FEELINGS OF BETRAYAL you experience. colliding with gojo again just makes everything more difficult ♯ 16.5k

╰ ₊⟡˚ bestfriend!gojo [18+] having a sex dream about your bestfriend was unpredictable and incredibly embarrassing. then he makes your DREAMS CUM TRUE and it's hard to remember what you were even embarrassed about ♯ 9.5k

→ ：gojo's nosebleed ♪ ：being fratjo's situationship ♪ ：gojo making you squirt on his big d ♪ ：gojo using your vibrator pt.2 ♪ ：teaching "virgin" nerdjo about sex ♪ ：teaching nerdjo how to jerk off ♪ ：f*cking in front of mirror ♪ ：gojo asking to take pics after ♪ ：gojo eats you out slow ♪ ：gojo's pierced nipple ♪ ：perv gojo offers massage ♪ ：flashing gojo for forgiveness ♪ ：gojo's happy trail ♪ ：gojo humping ur mattress ♪ ：gojo eats his cum from you ♪ ：no kissing w fwb!gojo ♪ ：(un)redacted gojo thought ♪ ：cockwarming w gojo ♪ ：more cockwarming w gojo ♪ ：gojo's obsessed w your thighs pt.2 ♪ ：pussydrunk gojo ♪ ：morning sex w gojo ♪ ：massages + dryhumping ♪ ：gojo in ur panties ♪

𐔌 . ❥ ּ֯ ‎‎ ・‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ нιяσмι нιgυяυмα

→ ：teasing higuruma at work ♪ ：sitting on higuruma's face ♪

𐔌 . ❥ ּ֯ ‎‎ ・‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ кαмσ ¢нσѕσ

→ ：cho cumming untouched ♪ ：cho loves u on top ♪

𐔌 . ❥ ּ֯ ‎‎ ・‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ яуσмєη ѕυкυηα

╰ ₊⟡˚ non.sorcerer au! [18+] sukuna is your EX FOR A REASON but he doesn't seem to quite understand that. it makes it harder for you to move on when he's trying to get you back by saying the things he should've months ago ♯ 7.7k

→ ：sukuna's mouth stomach ♪

𐔌 . ❥ ּ֯ ‎‎ ・‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎мυℓтιρℓє. ѕєραяαтє

╰ ₊⟡˚ ναℓєηтιηє'ѕ 2026・The evening has been going great! Your date has been kind and accommodating, not to mention incredibly attractive. You had your doubts about going on a BLIND DATE on Valentine’s Day but this has been a wonderful dinner out and you have no regrets ♯ w/ toji. geto. gojo. choso

‎꒰‎꒰. all works are the intellectual property of aliienangel .. do not plagiarise/translate/reupload/feed to ai ♡. 。

[dolcemisu]

frat!kuna wants to hear your pretty noises (shy!reader)

even though sukuna wasn’t very vocal, that didn’t mean he didn’t want you to be. when you randomly went quiet underneath him, he wasn’t pleased. his thick cock split you open, causing your gummy walls to flutter around his length. you were squirming underneath him with your pupils blown wide as you took him. sukuna was in awe—you looked beautiful under him just as always—but something was missing. aside from the sound of skin on skin, it was quiet. too quiet.

“don’t go silent on me,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “i need to hear you.”

you were flustered. you turned your head away in embarrassment and shook your head. he snapped his hips again, tip nudging your cervix. you bit your lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape from you.

“are you embarrassed?” sukuna asked. “there’s no need to be, i promise.”

you hesitated, moved by his reassurance. he felt good and you wanted to show him that. but, you were shy. plus, it wasn’t like he made any noise other than his praise and a few low grunts here and there. you didn’t want to do it alone.

“taking me so well,” sukuna groaned. “so fucking tight you’d think i didn’t take good care of you.”

you let out a quiet moan, back arching. it was so hard to keep quiet, especially with the way he buried you to the hilt. you were so full of him you couldn’t think straight. heat pooled in your stomach as he fucked you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

sukuna was close too, how could he not be? your warm walls hugged his length tightly, practically sucking him into your tight cunt. the sight of you under him was enough to get him off. but without the sound of your broken cries, he wasn’t sure if he could finish just yet.

sukuna decided instead of telling you you weren’t alone, he’d show you. the groan he let out snapped you out of it. you clenched around him immediately at the sound.

“‘kuna,” you whined without even realizing it. “feels s’good.”

“there she is. my pretty girl, don’t hide from me. let me hear how good it feels, yeah?”

you nodded and spread your legs even wider. sukuna angled his hips slightly to where his cock reached your sweet spot with each thrust. the delicious stretch was blinding. you cried out his name as you took all of him. his balls slapped against your ass, the lewd sound filling the room and egging him on even more. sukuna groaned into your ear and whispered to you.

“you’re close? come for me, need to hear it and feel it.”

you weren’t as quiet when you came. your orgasm shattered over you at his words. you cried out his name and gripped his bicep. as you came down from the high, you panted, lip quivering as you caught your breath. sukuna followed you right after. he buried you to the hilt with his cock, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your pussy. he groaned softly before collapsing on the bed beside you. his arms found yours, pulling you close to his chest. you put your ear to his chest and listened. his heart was pounding so hard like it was about to burst. you looked up at him with a small smile. he mirrored it and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“to be honest, i don’t think i can go again without hearing you,” he admitted. “don’t be afraid, i got you. always.”

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　　 　✴︎ DREAMS CUM TRUE.ᐟ　　..　 𝓼 . gσנσ

ѕυммαяу： ‎‎ ‎♡ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ having a sex dream about your best friend is incredibly embarrassing but when he drags the information out of you and delivers something better than your dreams, it's hard to remember why you were feeling that way. . .

cw‎‎ ‎ ‎‎⤷ 𖥻‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎. ‎‎˖ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ꒰ mdni ꒱ ‎‎‎‎. smut . pwp . swearing . dirty talk . dry humping . cunnilingus . biting . fingering . piv . unprotected sex . creampie . multiple orgasms . cum eating . manhandling . big d gojo! . tease!gojo . pussy drunk gojo . obsessive!gojo . afab!reader . no prns used ♯ 9.5k

Having a sex dream about your best friend—Gojo Satoru—was not on your bingo card for this year but it happened and the result of it is you avoiding any and all eye contact with him. This would be significantly easier if he wasn’t always hanging around you, it would also be easier if his favourite pastime wasn’t invading your personal space.

Your odd behaviour must’ve reached a breaking point for him because he’s sat next to you on your couch, pouting out, “Why are you being so weird?”

“I’m not,” you deny despite your very obvious weird behaviour, still not properly looking at him.

Suddenly, his head is on your lap, eyes analysing your reaction to him, “You’re a bad liar.”

“Wha– What are you doing?” He has you fumbling and it only embarrasses you further. “Get off me.”

“Tell me why you’ve been avoiding me or I’ll literally never get off you, in fact… I will only get closer,” one of his hands moves to grab at your waist but you slap him away.

His head weighted on your thighs has you remembering your explicit dream of him and you can’t help but grow a few degrees warmer in temperature. “I can’t tell you.”

Gojo frowns at that and you hate how you’re noticing just how attractive he is even though he’s growing annoyed, “It involves me directly, but you can’t tell me?”

“That’s right,” you cement, like it shouldn’t even be an issue.

He sits up again and stares at you dead on, “Tell me or I’ll tell all our friends about… the incident.”

A small breath of disbelief leaving you, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” his eyes stern, he’s completely serious.

You try bargaining, “It’s not that deep, Satoru… give me another week or two and I’ll be completely over it.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“So, you’re blackmailing me?!”

“I wouldn’t call it that, that’s such an ugly word,” he shakes his head.

Your brow raises at him, “What would you call it then?”

“I don’t know but not that,” he shrugs easily.

“You’re so annoying, I can’t believe I even—” you cut yourself off, realising you were about to freely give away that you couldn’t believe you had a sex dream about him. It’s frustrating that it was such a good dream too because he’s so annoying in real life.

Despite you stopping yourself, he clings to your words, “‘You can’t believe you even’ what?”

Playing dumb is your only defence but to be fair, you aren’t entirely convinced you’re playing anymore, “I don’t know.”

He stares at you for a moment before speaking again, “Okay, well, I’m calling it blackmail now, I’m officially blackmailing you.”

“Evil, evil man,” you accuse.

He motions at himself with his hands, dismissing your words, “Mhm, now tell ‘Toru all your problems.”

“Ew,” you grimace at him, “that was almost as bad as when you referred to yourself as ‘daddy’.”

Smirk on his face at your response, “Would you prefer that? I didn’t know you were into—”

“—I said almost as bad!”

“Sure, whatever,” he rolls his eyes, “now tell me what’s going on, I won’t let you wiggle your way out of the main issue at hand.”

“Fine,” you groan, giving in, “but you have to promise to not be weird or make it a big deal.”

His head tilts at you, “What? Like you mean how you’ve been doing?”

“Just promise, stupid,” you grumble at him.

“I promise,” he pauses, “sort of.”

“Seriously?”

“I said I promise, now come on,” he leans in, ready to listen, “lay it on me.”

Ignoring his giddy attitude, you take in a deep breath before carefully letting it out, “Well… the other night, I was sleeping—”

“—Truly groundbreaking stuff.”

“Don’t interrupt me or I will never tell you,” you glare at him.

“My bad,” he raises his hands in surrender.

“Anyways,” your heart is hammering in your chest because it’s so embarrassing to be looking at him as you try to confess. It feels like you’re being crushed under his intense gaze, it’s making you even more nervous.

He must be able to tell you’re working yourself up, “Geez, calm down, sweetheart, whatever it is it’s not that big of a deal.” He moves to pat your head as a means to comfort you, but you flinch away.

And before you can control it, you’re suddenly blurting out, “I had a sex dream about you the other night and now I feel really funny around you.”

The reaction from him isn’t immediate, only blinking back at you for a moment before suddenly turning his head to the side as he tries to hide his laugh but the snort he lets out gives it away. Your lips are downturned as you suffer through the agonising moments of mostly silence, the embarrassment you’d already been feeling growing tenfold at his reaction.

Wordlessly, you rise from the couch and go to walk away, to go away to anywhere but here in this moment. Gojo stops you though, his hand on your wrist pulling you back to the sofa. Now closer to him than you had been before, something you’re overly conscious over. Keeping your head turned from him, annoyed at his reaction and also your lack of tact.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologises, “I’m not laughing at you, I swear.”

“You need to get out of my apartment.”

“Don’t be so harsh,” he whines, “I have follow up questions.”

You pull your wrist from his grasp, still refusing to look at him, “I don’t wanna answer them, you only want to torture me.”

“Not true!”

He tries to get back in your line of sight, but you keep turning your head away. Your arms cross over your chest, almost like you’re trying to shrink in on yourself.

“I’m curious about a few things now though,” he hums at you, “since your reaction to having sex with me has been so cute.”

His phrasing is so poor that it has your head whipping to look at him and his overly pleased expression, “I did not have sex with you.”

“Right, right,” he waves off, “you dreamt about having sex with me.”

“I dislike you so deeply right now.”

“If you agree to answer my questions, I will literally never bring up the fact that you had a wet dream about me ever again.”

You point at him angrily, “It was not a wet dream! What the hell is wrong with your phrasing of things?!”

He smiles sweetly as he grabs your finger, using the hold he has on you to unfurl your hand and loop your fingers together to hold hands, “Are you gonna answer my questions or not?”

“If I do… you’ll never speak about this again, right?” You try pulling your hand from his but his hold on you is firm.

“Sure,” he agrees all too easily.

You glance down and away from him, “Fine.”

“Perfect!”

And at his incredibly joyful tone, you can’t help but feel like you’ve made a misstep somewhere along the way. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him… or maybe you should’ve concealed your reactions more effectively… or better yet, your stupid brain shouldn’t have conjured the image of you and him having sex to begin with.

Glancing at your interlocked fingers, you ask, “Can you let go of my hand now?”

“Why? Is it making you uncomfortable?” His tone isn’t upset or accusatory, only curious.

Sighing at him in response, “I’m embarrassed to even look at you right now, of course it’s making me uncomfortable.”

He, thankfully, releases his grip on you. Choosing not to taunt you any further but you have a feeling it’s only a small reprieve. Just as your heartrate is finally calming, he asks, “Was I good?”

You’re completely taken aback, knowing what he’s asking but still confused by his bluntness, “What?”

“Was I good?” He repeats shamelessly. “I’d be a little offended if I weren’t.”

If you have to answer his ridiculous questions then you’re going to be purposefully vague, “You were… fine.”

He hums thoughtfully, “You won’t even look me in my eyes, and you said you’re feeling funny around me so I was either horrendously bad or really great, which is it?”

“I don’t like your questions,” you grumble at him.

“I wanna know though,” he whines, “It’s your fault for being so weird about it.”

Your body droops into the couch, head resting against the back of it, “A normal person and good friend would take this information at face value and let me live quietly with my shame.”

“I disagree,” you can feel his eyes on you, but you still won’t look at him, your own eyes closed. He continues on, “I’ll let you live quietly after you tell me everything I want to know… probably.”

You squint your eyes open at him, “There is literally nothing in this for me, you’re blackmailing this information out of me.”

He grins at you, “Are you saying you’d respond better to positive reinforcement?”

“I’m saying I’m still reluctant to answer your embarrassing questions and it’s starting to feel like if I do, I’m only giving you future blackmail material.”

“This is untrue, I’m blackmailing you, yes but I also agreed to never bring it up again if you answer my questions.”

“Oh my god!” this is getting annoying, steeling your nerves, you decide you’re just going to answer everything so you can end this quickly, “You were good, it was a good dream.”

A stupid and happy smile takes over his face, you don’t bother reading too far into it. “You said you were feeling ‘funny’, what do you mean by that?”

“Huh?”

“Funny could mean any number of things, I’m asking for specifics here,” he’s still too happy and it’s annoying you because you don’t really understand why.

“Hmm, like…” you look at him intently to better think about how you feel, your heart fluttering as you do, causing you to close your eyes as if you’re in thought, “…I feel embarrassed to have had a dream like that about you.”

He pushes back on your answer, “That’s all?”

Cracking an eye open at him as you chirp, “Yep.”

His gaze is already trained on you, apparently never having stopped looking at you, “You’re such a bad liar.”

You deflate at your failed deception, “I think we’ve just known each other too long…”

“You’ve always been a bad liar though?” He claps his hands together suddenly and it makes your heart skip a beat, “Now, out with it.”

Quiet as you start your explanation, “Every time I look at you…” he nods his head as if to encourage you, “…I think about the dream and it makes me feel funny, that’s all, can you leave me alone now?”

His lips purse as he mulls over what you’ve just said, “You sure you’re not just horny?”

“Satoru!” you chastise him, shocked and also frustrated that he’s pretty much hit the nail on the head. Ever since your dream you can’t help but look at him differently. Mind feeding you images of what having sex with him might be like—what having sex with him was like.

“I’m being genuine.”

“That makes it worse,” kicking your legs a little about it all.

He starts giggling, “You had a dream about getting fucked by me so good that just being around me turns you on.”

“Stop!” you move to sit in front of him properly, face clearly unhappy, “I did not say that.”

“You basically did,” he dismisses, “So… what did I do to you?”

It’s a bit ridiculous that he’s going in this direction, but you should’ve known he was going to do this. You need to shut him down because just his words alone are affecting you more than you care to admit, “I’m done answering your questions.”

It’s his turn to groan and grumble, “Aww, but it was just getting good.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you say with the intention of ending this interaction, “Satoru… It doesn’t matter what you did in my dream because there’s no way you’d be that good in real life.”

The smile on his face drops, “I can’t help but take that personally.”

“Take it how you will,” you shrug, “there’s no way you could live up to the dream version of you, it’s not logical.”

“Wanna find out?”

“Don’t be childish,” you brush him off, overlooking the way those words send a shock through you.

He pushes, “Treat it like an experiment, I wanna know what’s better.”

Blinking back at him, “You’re so weird.”

Quickly pointing out, “Maybe, but you’re the one who dreamt about fucking this weirdo.”

“Yeah, dreamt, it was a dream.” You shake your head in disbelief at him, “Why are you acting like you’re jealous of dream you?”

“Maybe I am jealous of dream me.”

“That’d be stupid.”

“You’re always telling me I’m stupid.”

Gojo’s eyes keep flitting to your lips every time you speak, the look in them suddenly much darker than the glee that was held in them when he was teasing you earlier. Trying to be stern but not entirely convincing when you state, “I’m not going to have sex with you for a reason as stupid as that, grow up.”

“But you’ll have sex with me for a good reason?”

“Stop putting words in my mouth,” you tilt your head at him in exasperation, “why are you even acting like this?”

Ignoring your question and instead posing his own, “You sure you’re not curious, not even a little bit?” His hand cups the side of your face, his thumb pulling down on your lower lip, “I know I am.”

That simple touch has your heart leaping bounds, suddenly so hyper aware of how deep the effect he has on you is. It scares you, how much you want him, how much you want to say yes. You shouldn’t get carried away, he’s being ridiculous, this is all so ridiculous. Your years long and best friendship could be ruined because of this moment.

All things you’re worried about, all valid concerns, all thoughts that slip from you so quickly when he leans in and licks teasingly at your lower lip. The gasp you let out is his entrance into your mouth, his lips plush and demanding against yours. Eyes falling shut as you let yourself get lost in his kiss, full and delightful and something you’ve never felt before.  

It’s messy and uncoordinated, like he’s not really focusing on how to kiss you and more on the fact that he gets to kiss you. You’re getting dizzy, body buzzing pleasantly at how he sucks on your tongue. String of saliva keeping your lips connected when he pulls back, snapping as he wipes his lower lip with his thumb, only to then push it into your mouth. Your immediate response to suck, feeling depraved but enjoying the look on his face you get when you do.

He speaks under his breath, eyes a little dazed, “Fuck.”

As soon as your tongue licks against the tip of his thumb, he’s pulling it from your mouth and hurriedly slotting his mouth over yours again. Barely giving you a moment to think before he’s kissing you so completely, consumed by his need and the delicious way he partakes in your lips.

It’s so overwhelming, to be desired like this is foreign and has your thighs clenching together. Gaining confidence when you finally wrap your arms around his neck, a move he appreciates if his groan and grabby hands are anything to go off of.

The way he parts from you is full of huffed and short breaths that only ends in him kissing you again, like he’s fighting with himself to say something, to do something more but ending up not strong enough to move on from your lips.

A pathetic moan that you don’t even recognise as your own leaving you, the sound only spurring Gojo on. Using his body to push against yours until your back is on the couch, not bothering to explain what he’s doing, far too busy and far too fixated on how you taste.

Filled to the brim with thoughts about how good his kiss is, how kissing can’t possibly be this good, how you’d let him do more. Fingers threading through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp in a way that pulls a shudder from him.

What feels like far too soon he’s properly pulling back, quickly putting distance between you both so he’s not immediately gravitating back. Arms holding himself up, hovering over you, taking his sweet time to appreciate the look on your face. Pride exuding from him at what he’s reduced you to with a few kisses.

“Stop staring, Satoru,” your voice comes out more whinged and unfortunate than you were hoping.

“No.”

It’s a simple response, one that’s weighted with meaning and intention. Maybe if you weren’t only concerned with how good of a kisser he is, of how you want more, of how he looks indescribably good over you, you’d ask him why he’s acting this way. Maybe you’d even ask what this means for your friendship but when you’re in this deep and enjoying it this much, thinking that deep slips from you all too easily.

“I’m gonna touch you,” his gaze wanders over your body before looking back to you, “okay?”

Already nodding back at him, “Okay.”

And only when you verbally affirm him does he let his greedy hands travel your body, sitting back on his knees so he can grope at your thighs and hips. You can tell he’s enjoying your squirming immensely, eyes simultaneously lidded low and lit up.

Quickly glancing to meet your eyes when he asks, “What did I do to you?”

It takes your brain a second to catch up to his words, stuck on his big hands resting against your hips, his fingers digging into your plush skin. “You mean…”

“In your dream,” he slips into your waistband and starts to slowly pull your pants off, “what did I do to you in your dream, sweetheart?”

You feel your skin heat, his fingers tickling against your thighs. “I’m not answering that.”

A low hum sounds from him as your pants are finally removed and tossed to the side, “Why not?”

Keeping your legs together, self-conscious of the fact you’re in your underwear below him. Though he’s not bothered at all, groping and massaging at your thighs, “What happened in that dream is private.”

“That hardly seems fair,” his eyes bore into your own, “since I was there and all.” Paying no mind to your small protests as he manoeuvres one of your legs to rest against his side, feeling much more exposed now that he’s spread your legs.

“Satoru, you can’t just!– mmph—”

Further protesting cut off abruptly when he places his palm on your lower stomach, thumb drawing over your covered slit. His touch there was unexpected but not unwelcome, small shocks of pleasure thrumming through you.

“Did I use my fingers?” he keeps stroking your cunt, touch light and nowhere near enough to satisfy. “How about my mouth?” pausing to blatantly stare at your pussy, not even really addressing you when he adds, “please tell me I used my mouth,” his last words come out pitchy, almost like he’s begging for it to be true.

“I don’t know,” you’re feeling overwhelmed, head foggy, “I can’t remember.”

“I don’t know why you keep bothering to lie to me,” he murmurs low, using both thumbs to pull apart your folds, pressing into your hole only to be stopped by the material of your panties.

His action has you shooting up, face to his chest, your hands grab onto his shirt and all he does is chuckle at you. “Stop playing with me,” you huff at him.

Leaning down, he drags his lips over your skin gently. Leaving behind soft kisses all over your neck and chest, blowing air by your ear just to make you twitch. Voice almost a whisper when he asks again, “What did I do to you?”

“You’re embarrassing me,” you look through your lashes at him.

His smile is pleased, “Yeah, well, you’re turning me on.” Grabbing you by your hips and pulling you into his lap, your cunt pressing right into his erection, “Feel that?” He can’t help the way he gives small grinds into you, your warmth too enticing, “All your fault, so tell me what I did to you.”

The grinds he’s giving you feel too good, he’s big and so hard and couldn’t he just, “Can’t you just put it in?”

He laughs airily, surprised by your need and shifted focus, “I think you can feel enough to know that I can’t.”

“You were nicer to me in my dream,” you pout at him.

“Somehow, I doubt that—” his head drops back and a soft groan leaves him, getting lost in how you’ve started to rut down into him.

Thinking back to your dream, you decide to mention, “You did.”

Distracted reply coming from him, “Hmm?”

“Use your mouth, I mean—”

Just as you’d gotten the words out, he’s pushing you flat on your back again, not even pausing to think as he pulls your panties off in one movement. Settling between your thighs impatiently, eyeing up your cunt, “You been holding out on me.”

Your legs thrown haphazardly over his broad shoulders, “Wait just a sec—”

“—Why?” Tongue already hanging from his mouth and hovering over your pussy, just about drooling onto it.

The sight of him has your brain rebooting, “No– nothing.”

Keeping his eyes intently on you when he licks your whole pussy, smiling at how your mouth drops opens and hips squirm, “You’re cute.”

“You– you’re– hnn—” you don’t get to retort properly, his tongue flicking at your clit each time you try to say something.

“Mhm,” he’s enjoying this, you can tell, his tone too amused. “You’re so wet, practically begging for me to put my mouth on you.”

And then he shoves his tongue inside you, holding your hips down so he can fuck you with it. Delighting in the moans tumbling from your lips, cunt syrupy sweet and begging for him to stuff it full. Swallowing down all you have to give him, shudders running down his spine as his cock jerks in his pants. He’s been horny ever since you admitted to having had a sex dream about him. And if he’s being completely honest, maybe since he had his head in your lap.

It feels a little cruel that you kept it from him for so long, he would’ve gotten on his knees for you the second you asked him to. Groaning into your pussy when your hole tightens around his tongue, pressing his face closer to you. Nose stimulating your clit with how desperate he is to taste your cunt.

He’s messy in how he’s devouring you, sloppily making out with your pussy. Small groans leaving him as he relishes in it, like he’s getting just as much out of this as you are. It’s too good, back arching and thighs fighting to close, held open by his wide frame between your legs. This is the first time someone has gotten you so close so quickly, it’s almost embarrassing how easily he’s about to make you cum.

Gojo knows you’re close, it excites him, he wants your cum in his mouth, he wants to feel how you shake underneath him. But there’s something wicked inside him that wants to tease you a little more. Choosing instead to wait until you’re just about to finish before suddenly pulling back.

You whine at him, eyes wet when you look at him in confusion. He only smiles back at you, tongue licking his lower lip before he asks innocently, “I forgot to ask, did you cum like this?”

Brain taking a moment to catch up before realising he’s still asking about that damn dream, “I don’t– I think so?”

Pressing open mouthed and wet kisses over your inner thighs, remarking, “Not very memorable, was it?”

Somehow, it feels like he’s trying to compete with his dream counterpart, and the thought is just ridiculous. “It was very memorable,” you’re only hoping to be a little teasing but by the look in his eyes he takes it personally. Opening his mouth wide and chomping down onto your thigh, biting you enough to nearly break skin. You jump at the shock, “Hey!”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin, licking over the impression of his teeth before pressing a kiss to it, “try remembering this instead, yeah?”

It’s a little bit cute of him to be so jealous of your dream, “You’re stupid.”

He knows he’s stupid, he’s all too aware of it but that changes nothing to him, “I’d be more careful with your words if you wanna cum,” blowing air onto your clit, reminding you of how close you were.

“Satoru…” you don’t really like how he’s got you backed into a corner right now.

He hums in acknowledgement at you, “Need something?” Head leaning against your thigh as he smiles smugly up at you.

How frustrating of him, to know exactly what you want but choosing not to give it to you for his own enjoyment. “You’re a tease,” you huff at him.

“Hmm… not usually,” his hand slides up your inner thigh, single digit slipping inside your hole, “I think that’s something you bring out of me,” pleased with the small sounds you let out at his finger stuffing you.

Gasped moan leaving your lungs, trying to tell him how unbearable he is, “You’re– hnn!—”

A sound of awe leaving him as he drags his finger out, “How obscene, you really are so fucking wet.” He says it like you should be ashamed of yourself but he’s smiling too big, eyes full of loving obsession. Clearly incredibly happy with how dripping and soaked your cunt is, “Basically drooling for it, sweetie. How embarrassing~”

You might have to kill him because he really is embarrassing you. Hell, it was already embarrassing doing this with your best friend and now he’s teasing you for his own sick pleasure, “Stop…” not able to help the completely pathetic look on your face, “…stop being so mean to me.”

Gojo feels his heart drop and then start beating a million miles an hour, you’re so cute that he can’t help but breathlessly laugh, “My bad, will making you cum make up for it?”

“Yes,” you assert.

Ah, his head is spinning, you might be too much for his poor heart to handle. He can’t bear having you upset with him though, pressing soft kisses to your pussy lovingly. It’s as if he’s apologising for being so cruel to you, deepening his kiss to your cunt by stuffing you full of his tongue again.

The way you twitch and moan under him really does drive him wild, how he’s going to stay sane while fucking you is beyond him. Lapping at your sopping cunt so devotedly, eyes dazed and pussy drunk as he watches how your eyes roll and brows pinch. Giggling to himself at how surreal it is to be tongue deep inside you, to have you this needy for him.

When he suddenly pushes your legs back, you squeak. Damn near folded in half and bent for him, “Satoru, you can’t just– mmph!—”

He doesn’t grace you with the kindess of listening properly, simply going back to eating your pussy like it’s his last meal. The way he’s holding you is pornographic in nature, a position you’ve never even thought to be in, and he’s easily manhandled you into it. Lower back no longer even touching the couch, held up by Gojo.

With how he’s positioned you now, all your dewy slick and his saliva slides from your cunt and drips crudely onto your poor couch. Head dizzied as he gets you closer and closer to finishing, building you up so much faster after the loss of your last orgasm.

“I– ah!– so close– mmph—” you don’t want him to stop, hand holding onto one of his on your hip tightly, begging that he doesn’t pull away again.

Lucky for you, he desperately wants you cumming for him. He barely brought himself to deny you the first time, there’s no way he could do it a second. Completely and whole heartedly dedicated to making your pussy cream for him, salivating at the thought alone.

Moans you don’t even register pulling from your lungs as he finally pushes you over the edge, hips shaking as you try to ride out your own high with little success. The position you’re folded in keeping you at his mercy. Orgasm feeling oh so sweet after he denied you, lashes fluttering as it washes over you.

Gojo hums happily into your pussy, drinking down all your creamy slick and then still not parting from you. Too addicted to your scent, to your taste, ignoring all rationality as he keeps licking and sucking at your cunt. Whining when your weak fingers dig into his hair and pull him back by force, shaking underneath him from how he’s nearly forced you into overstimulation.

“Too much,” your voice trembles with your words.

His lower face is a complete mess of you and you’d feel bad but the stupid smile and dazed look he’s wearing tells you that you don’t have to. “You got a great pussy,” he compliments, moving his thumbs so he can lewdly pull your cunt wider for his greedy eyes.

“Ah!– stop staring, have you no shame?”

Eyes flicking to yours when he states seriously, “None.”

You’re feeling far too exposed in this position, “Can you let me move—”

Ignoring you and instead musing aloud, “—How many fingers do you think you could take?”

“What?”

“Your hole was tight around my tongue so maybe only one?” Slipping a single finger inside you and stroking against your walls. Your back fights to arch and a soft mewl sounds from you, “ahh, that’s a nice reaction. Let’s stretch you out yeah?”

“You’re so– hnn!—” barely biting out, “You’re such a pervert.”

His head tilts at you, “Did you expect anything else?”

Managing to babble out, “Weren’t so– hah– perverted– hnn– in my dream– mmph—”

“I take pride in that,” his chest vibrates with his words. Of course he takes pride in it, why wouldn’t he? Stuffing another finger inside your snug cunt and scissoring them, trying to open you up enough to be able take him, “This sweet pussy might fucking kill me, I don’t know how you’re gonna take me.”

Could he have a bigger ego? “Don’t be ridiculous– hah!—”

“I’m not just being cocky, sweetie.” Fingers brushing up against so many spots you can never quite reach on your own, “You might actually struggle to take it all.”

Eventually giving you a third finger, spread wide around his digits and leaking into the palm of his hand. He’s got you a squirming and moaning mess under him, mind melting from the mouth-wateringly sinful way he’s playing with you.

“Satoru– hnn!—”

“Something wrong?”

Now he knows damn well… “Please, just– hah—”

He laughs at your whimpered neediness, completely aware of how bad you want him inside of you. “Being real cute right now.”

“Don’t—”

“—Don’t what?” Using his fingers to tease your most intimate spots.

“‘Toru– hnn– please,” lower lip wobbling as you pout at him, “I want you…”

That’s not fair, you’re not playing fair at all. “You’re evil,” he mumbles at you, cheeks and tips of his ears flushing red with how turned on he is, “but I’ll give you what you want, since you’re so adorable.”

Thick fingers drawing from your cunt, the loss of him pulling a whine from you; it makes him smile. You’re genuinely so pathetic right now and aside from how horny it’s got him; it’s also got his heart stuttering in his chest.

“Take your shirt off,” he points at you, letting you finally lower your bottom half to the couch.

Grumpily following his instruction, feeling especially docile right now, “You’re being too bossy.”

His words come out a little muffled as he pulls his own shirt off, “Your pouting would have more effect if you weren’t also listening so well.”

“Maybe I’ll stop listening then.”

He stands from the couch to tug down his pants and boxers, brows drawn together and head tilting, “When you’re this close to finally taking it all?” Holding the base of his hard cock, tone smug.

Embarrassed for yourself at how your cunt throbs for him, desperate in a pitiful way that you’ve never imagined yourself being over him or anyone. “Are you in any position to be this big of a tease?”

“For you? Always,” he taps your thigh and leans onto the couch again, “now spread your legs for me.”

Already opening up to give him room before really thinking twice on it, hating that you’re this willing to follow his instruction. His hands on you are gentle, almost reverent in how they trail along your inner thighs.

Gojo can’t help himself, touching you as much as he can, wanting to prolong this whole experience. Your skin so soft and delicate under his touch, fingers digging into your flesh just to see proof of him touching you. Completely bare and willing under him, heart hammering in his chest at this fact.

Dragging his cock through your sopping wet pussy, shivering at just how gooey your cunt is. Not intentionally trying to torture you but doing so anyways, squirming and impatient under him the more he plays with you.

“Satoru,” voice pitchy, “please.”

Not moving immediately, only cursing as he gazes at you all lost.

You wrap a single leg around his waist and pull him forward, encouraging, “C’mon.”

Smug expression suddenly back on his face, “Alright, here we go,” tapping at your entrance a few times first. “Ohh, biiig stretch,” word drawn out and provocative as his cock head slowly slips inside you.

Big stretch is fucking right, chest squeezing as you struggle to adjust. Hands gripping onto his biceps for dear life, needing to be grounded.

One of his hands reach out and strokes against your head, you keen into his touch and he chuckles. Leaning down to whisper, “You need to breathe, sweetheart.”

His hips have stopped moving forward but it hardly seems like it, already feeling obscenely full. “H–how much– hnn– more?”

Gojo dips his head down to look at where your cunt is bulging around him, teeth digging into his lower lip as he stifles a strained laugh, “Not much at all.”

“Are you lying?” Unable to help the way your lip wobbles a bit with your question.

“Yeah,” he thrusts just a little bit more into you, “but you’re doing so well, feel fffucking fantastic.”

You’re clawing at his shoulders, feeling like you’re being stretched to your limits, “Why– ah!– why is it so big?” Somehow, you feel annoyed at him for it.

“I’m God’s favourite,” is how he chooses to reply, ego growing tenfold at how you’re falling apart just from the shallow thrusts he’s delivering.

How the hell are you meant to take all of him, “How– hah– how much?”

He can’t take his eyes off how you’re sucking him in, hands gripping your hips and thumbs drawing circles into your skin soothingly, “Why don’t you just watch for yourself?”

You shake your head at him, eyes scrunched shut, “No.”

“And why not?” Still, he’s feeding you more of his cock, your pussy pulsing around him making him dizzy, “It’s a good fuckin view.”

“Don’t– hnn– don’t torment me.”

Blinking your eyes open to give your best glare, it only comes across half hearted. Completely taken with the look on Gojo’s face, flushed pink with his pupils blown wide, teeth digging into his lower lip again to stop from whining. Eyes flicking to yours and he’s completely melting when seeing just how pathetic you are under him, moan stumbling from his lips so suddenly that it takes him by surprise.

He's just as big of a mess as you and it has your cunt positively creaming around him, turned on by the fucked out horny look on your best friends’ face. Gojo shudders at your pussy getting slicker around him, his dick jerking inside you.

“Getting this– hah– wet over your best friend…” fucking his hips quickly, pelvis now flush to yours, “…how shameless of you.”

You’re quivering around him and writhing under him, the feeling of being completely stuffed full overwhelming on its own. His taunting cruel and mocking and unfortunately turning you on that much more, upset that you’re letting him get away with it.

Lips downturned when you fire back, “You’re more shameless– hnn– pervert.”

Gojo can only be charmed by your weak insult, especially since he’s pretty sure you’re unaware of how your hips are twitching under the weight of his hold. Fighting upwards for the hope of getting fucked but kept frustratingly still by him. Your neediness has piqued his interest, now wondering how long he can stay still until you’re shedding tears out of pure frustration. Quickly growing addicted to the idea of teasing you like this.

He's so still it’s driving you crazy, able to feel his dick twitching inside you, veins throbbing against your sensitive walls. Obviously wanting it just as bad as you but still not moving, shifting one of your hands to tap at his on your hip, gaining his attention.

Eyes on his, “What are you waiting– mmph– for?”

God, the look on your face is killing him, so sweet under him. It’s almost like you’re coming apart already, his hands dig into your thighs and it has you keening under him. Pitiful whine leaving you as your hips start grinding into him quickly, trying to alleviate some of the desire you’re feeling.

“Now why on earth…” he straightens his back up more, pulling your lower half up with him, not giving the chance for his cock to slip from you, “…are you this touch starved?”

“Huh?” it’s the only response you’re capable of giving, having finally seen just how he’s shoved inside you. Cunt stretched obscene around his fat dick, dripping happily and syrupy sweet around him. Chest fluttering at the shock and excitement.

“I’m so sorry for not noticing, sweetie,” he coos at you, “I would’ve helped you if you’d told me.”

Complaining back at him, “I am not touch starved.”

“You definitely are,” he trails his hand from your hip, up your side, just to show you how you twitch into it, “it’s okay though, I’ll take good care of you.”

Pussy shivering involuntarily around him, giving away that you’re lying. How he managed to know you were deprived, you have no idea but the fact he did is embarrassing to you. He doesn’t need to be aware of how long it’s been since you were last touched so intimately.

“I—”

“—Don’t bother lying again,” he keeps caressing you where he can reach, “I’d much rather hear about how much you like when I touch you.”

Maybe he’ll start moving if you’re honest, “I like when– hah– you touch me,” pouting slightly and barely fighting off the shudder running down your spine at his touch.

“Good,” he smiles at you, all glib, “‘Cause I’m gonna touch you. Lots.”

Eyes sparkling at him, hoping, “Does that mean you’re– ah– hnn– actually going to fuck me now?”

“Why?” his head tilts at you, “Do you want it?”

Giving your best glare back at him, he’s proven to you sufficiently by now that he can read you incredibly well, much to your dismay. Muttering out, “Dream you was– hah– much more indulgent of me.”

“Ouch,” though he says that, he doesn’t seem hurt at all, “Dream me was a fool then ‘cause you’re much more fun to play with like this.”

He’s being so evil, “Can’t you just give me what I want?”

“I might,” his gaze is lecherous as his eyes rake over your body, “if you ask for it properly.”

“Satoru…” you try to call out to him as sweetly as possible, “…please fuck me?” lip quivering slightly as your neediness bleeds through your façade of togetherness, “please?”

Gojo’s heart squeezes in his chest, he’d planned on tormenting you a little more but he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep his sanity any longer. Already he feels like he’s a second away from cumming, caught between wanting to give you everything you want and teasing you until you cry. He guesses he’ll just have to settle for fucking you until you cry this time, next time, he promises himself he’ll tease you properly next time.  

“Satoru?”

Your voice breaks him out of his reverie, grin back on his face, “I heard you, pretty. I’ll give you what you want.”

Dragging his cock from you slowly, so slowly, the heavy weight of him pulling out driving you up a wall, insides shuddering. Broken and gasped moans leaving you, rushing out quick, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, oh—”

The laugh that leaves him is too attractive, amused by your gratitude for something like this. It’s cute how the thank-yous just keep tumbling from your lips over and over as he keeps pulling back to the tip of him.

“Don’t thank me for that…” his hands dig into your hips more, “…thank me for this,” slamming into you all at once with his last word.

The wind is completely knocked from your lungs, shocked whine louder than you’d want it to be. Desperately clawing at any part of him you can reach, struggling to take it and keep it together. Feeling like you’re completely melting, head spinning as pleasure thumps through your veins.

“Mmph– I– ahh—” barely coherent as your eyes fight to not roll to the back of your head, “thank hnn– you.”

Small giggle leaving him at just how adorable you’re being, heart hammering in his chest as he sets a consistently mind ruining pace. He can’t wipe the fucked out smile off his face as he keeps pounding into you, giddy with how he gets to have you under him like this.

Babbling varied compliments, “You’re so adorable,” he huffs out a whimper, “hnn– and you’re so fucking tight around me,” less coherent as he carries on, “God, and so fffucking wet– hah– what the– so hot– I—”

He feels insane, how you’re this warm and perfect around him has him at a loss. Almost like you were made just for his cock, something he’ll let himself believe because the idea of you being with anyone but him breaks his heart a little bit.

Hypnotised by how you’re sucking him back in, clinging onto his dick desperately. It’s almost like every time he pulls out, you’re begging him to fuck right back in, and of course he’ll comply. The idea of pulling out before he’s finished with you a painful thought, not willing to give up this moment even if someone walked in on the two of you.

Such a genuine thought, he’s completely certain that someone could walk in on you both and his thrusts wouldn’t even slow down. If anything, they’d speed up, finally he’d get to show off how you’re his. Possessiveness tumbling around restlessly in his head, his dick only getting harder.

All you can do is take it, take all of the jaw slacking and toe-curling pleasure he’s delivering you. Your pussy making obscene sounds as he fucks into you, skin hot from how depraved it all feels. Gojo looks so completely wrecked, eyes glazed over, lips still moving as he continues to mutter out sweet praise. Praise that would probably have your insides flipping and body growing hotter, but you can’t hear anything but your heart thumping in your own ears.

Delirious grin making its way onto his face as he’s struck with a wicked realisation, large hand sliding its way from your thigh to your stomach. Pressing down the littlest bit and watching how you squirm and shudder under him, gasping for breath and hands slapping at him, trying to speak.

“Don’t– hnn– don’t do that– ah!– too much– it feels too—”

“What? Good?” He hisses out, still managing to be taunting.

“It’s too much– hah– mmph– I’m too sensitive,” your eyelashes feel wet, like you might’ve started crying but you can’t even be sure of that right now.

His hand presses down more into your tummy, “I know you are~” he giggles a little, “it’s turning me on.”

“Seriously– hnn– don’t– I’m gonna– ah!—”

He’d completely ignored your pleas causing you to cut yourself off with a moan, orgasm suddenly washing over you. Spasming hot and snug around him, so sinful that he’s shocked by his own high, cumming deep inside you as you shake and shiver around him.

“Ohh, you’re– haah– you’re killing me sweetly,” Gojo’s head feels like it’s spinning, swimming in so much euphoria as he grinds into you.

You’ve slumped under him, trusting him to keep a hold of you, not even thinking to chew him out for making a mess of both your cunt and sofa. Brain feeling all fuzzy and melted in your skull, blissed out from how good you’re currently feeling.

Busy basking in the afterglow when your world is suddenly spinning, Gojo’s taken advantage of your rag-dolled state and flipped you over onto your stomach. Quickly realising that he’s still hard when your hips are being pulled up and his cock is sliding through your folds.

“You gotta stay with me, pretty,” he groans, positioning his tip at your hole, “we’re– hnn– not done yet.”

“Satoru– ah!—”

Both your moans are debauched and loud as he stuffs you so fucking full all at once, lungs seizing in your chest. If he weren’t holding your hips so tight, you would’ve collapsed to the couch. Your fingers dig into the cushions below you, biting back pitiful sounds that so desperately want to leave you.

“Don’t– don’t do that,” he shoves inside you somehow that little bit more, “let me hear you, sweetie.”

Sulking back, “Noo– hah– it’s embarrassing—”

“—It’s arousing,” he counters, skin on fire with how badly he wants to hear you moan for him.

He supposes it’s fine though, he’ll just have to drag those sweet sounds from you himself. Giving sharp and angled thrusts, purposefully driving right into all those delicious spots he found earlier while playing with you. Grinning wide, overly pleased with himself when you squeak out the cutest moan he’s ever heard.

He’s falling apart inside you, wrapped around your little finger and you don’t even realise it. He didn’t even intend to cum earlier, you just felt too good. All sticky cum and clingy walls, he couldn’t help himself.

Able to feel how his cum leaks out around his shaft, hear how your pussy gushes with his cock inside you. He feels borderline feral, something deeply possessive dancing around in his heart at how your cunt squelches around him, stuffed full of his hot semen.

The desire to see his face hits you, remembering just how good he looked as he got lost in how pleasurable everything felt. Whining pitifully below him into the couch, feeling far too shy to tell him how much you enjoy looking at him while he fucks you stupid.

“Satoru– hnn– it’s—” drooling onto the couch as you moan out to him, “it’s good– hah– it’s too good– it’s good~” nearly sobbing with just how damn good it feels.

“I bet,” he chuckles, loving your reaction.

Biting at him, “Hnn– shuddup—”

Easily ignoring you, “Now be honest… what’s better?”

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head; you can’t focus on whatever the hell he’s saying when he’s fucking your gooey sweet spot so perfectly that you’re in bliss.

“Focus,” he fills you completely and stills his hips, refusing to move, “what’s better? This or your dream.”

Cunt so creamy and cock drunk for him, throbbing and pulsing so lovingly on him. He’s a little bit annoyed that he has to stop but he needs your answer. Hips twitching back into him, small noises of frustrated and deprived pleasure slipping from your lips.

He purrs low at you, “If you want me to move then you gotta answer me,” hand smoothing down your back, “you know I will torment you until you do.”

If you weren’t so turned on and delirious you’d recognise it as the bluff it is, he may have been able to torment you earlier, but his patience is barely hanging on by a fucking thread at this point. But you are that turned on and delirious, so instead you answer earnestly, “This, this is better. It’s lots better, now please. Move.”

“There ya go,” he pats your ass a couple times, “such a sweet little thing when you’re fucked full of my fat dick.”

Words meant as a warning but failing to hold any weight, “‘Toru– don’t—”

“—Don’t stress, pretty,” giving you a single thrust, “I’ll give you what you and your pussy are begging me for.”

Your response is smothered into the couch cushions, “Please.”

Groaning a giggle at how you reply, finding it cute that you’re displaying manners you don’t usually bother to with him. You must have it bad for him right now because otherwise you would not be so docile under him.

Fucking into you so you can feel it, really feel it. Intending to pull you apart so perfectly, wanting you to feel this just as much he is. Pelvis smacking into your ass obscenely, admiring the way your back arches for him, damn near presenting yourself to him.

“More– hah—” you stutter out at him, trying to explain what you need, “I want– hnn– I want you to touch me more.”

His eyes close and he intakes a deep breath, controlling himself as he registers your words. Arm reaching around you to pull you up, his chest to your back. He’s pressed so close to you, warm and comforting. You’re keening into him again, relishing how close he is to you, how much of him you can feel. Butterflies dancing in your stomach at how intimate it is and how it’s so much better because of it.

His hands grope at you, your hips, stomach, tits, anywhere he can grab, “Someone’s being greedy.”

Huffing back at him, “Hah– I am not.”

“I wasn’t talking about you,” amused with himself as he breathes into your ear, thrusting desperately into your dripping cunt.

You grab hold of his hands and tug, encouraging him to wrap his arms around you properly. All too easily, he gives into your will, holding you tight. His face tucked into your neck and breathing in your scent, lips delicate as they trace your skin.

Brain hazy and muddled as you babble out your feelings to him, “It’s good– I like your dick– hnn– I like– hah– I like you.” Head turning to the side to press a small kiss to his head.

He’s quick to move so he can capture your lips with his, groaning into it. His dick grows impossibly larger inside you at your small confession, throbbing and leaking inside your tight heat.

Pulling back with a last suck to your lower lip, “Don’t say such sweet things to me, pretty,” tongue licking your ear, teeth nipping you, “or I’ll never leave you alone.”

“You– hah– you– hnn– do that anyways– ah!—”

“I’m about to become much worse,” it’s more of a promise than anything else, you thought of him as clingy before but he’s about to become so so much more worse.

The idea of that alone should probably be less appealing but while stuffed full of his aching cock, you can’t find it in yourself to feel anything other than pathetically whipped for him. Pussy weeping around him, begging for more, for it to never stop.

His dick so deep it feels like he’s in your lungs, spasming around him as your high gets closer and closer. Pleasure climbing up your spine as you melt around him, loving his touch on your body, his breath by your ear.

Gojo moans, head tipping back before he leans forwards again, “You’ve got me obsessed with you, sweetheart,” voice cracking with a whine, “both you– hnn– and this sopping wet pussy of yours.”

Sobbing out your warning, “‘Toru– hah– ah!– I’m gonna cum—”

“Hmm?” his chest vibrates against your back, “Gonna cum because I told you I’m obsessed with you? That’s pretty lewd of you.”

Cheeks wet with your shed tears, “Don’t– hng– don’t tease.”

“Just let yourself enjoy it,” hand pressing into your stomach like he had earlier, “your cunt sure does.”

Long and pitchy moan leaving you, orgasm knocking into you like a tonne of bricks. Trying to curl forward but unable to, Gojo’s arms are firm around you, not letting you go anywhere as he keeps fucking into you. His pace suddenly much quicker as he doubles his efforts from behind, chasing his own high.

It doesn’t take him long at all to follow behind you, face burying into your neck, teeth biting into you as he shudders. Muffled whimpers vibrating against your skin, his hips jerking shallowly, he can’t bring himself to stop fucking into you. You’re too stupid to think about telling him off, not even sure you’re able to process thoughts let alone talk coherently.

Eventually he stills to a complete stop, planting kisses over his bite mark. He doesn’t want to let you go, content to hold you up like this but you’re on the verge of passing out. Gentle in how he lowers you down onto the couch, the pair of you groaning when his cock slips from you. Shared cum connecting his dick to your stuffed hole obscenely, he has to bite his lip to stifle the most pathetic sound at the sight.

While you gather yourself, he kneads your back, his large hands digging into the knots there. The massage nice and calming, helping to soothe your aching muscles after the way he manhandled you to his hearts content. Almost feeling like you could fall asleep like this, feeling so safe and warm under his ministrations.

He leans over to check you, “Stay awake,” fingers brushing against your cheek, “you’re gonna need a shower.”

“No moving,” you protest.

“Yes moving, I know if you fall asleep like this you will be pissed when you wake up,” he brushes down your spine delicately, “and you’ll be pissed at me… which I’d personally like to prevent.”

“Can’t do it.”

“I’ll help you,” he hops off the couch, “Come on.”

Groaning dramatically the whole time as you sit up, standing in front of him with the help of his hands on you. Legs wobbling under you, balance precarious. As soon as you’re on your feet, his cum leaks from your cunt and down your inner thighs. It catches Gojo’s attention who crouches down to get a better look.

“Wooow,” he comments.

Shy at his reaction, “Wh– what?”

He glances up at you and looks deep into your eyes, “I came a lot inside you,” eyes dropping to stare at your pussy obviously, “sorry but this is really turning me on…”

Barely finishing his sentence before his tongue is lolling out of his mouth, head tipping forward to lick up the mess. Mouth swapping sides to travel up each of your thighs, eyes locked onto yours as he does. It’s overwhelming you, feeling beyond embarrassed at the lewd display. His grip the only thing keeping your wobbly legs from completely giving out from under you.

Gojo’s actions are ravenous and simultaneously dazed, somehow both feral and on autopilot. Moaning into your pussy as he licks and sucks your cunt clean, tongue hitting so many over-sensitive places. Your hands dig into his hair to pull him back only to see the completely pussy drunk look in his eyes. If it had been possible, he’d probably have hearts in his eyes, so far gone.

“Stop– hnn– you need to stop,” legs shaking much more now, “too sensitive,” grip more forceful with your last tug.

He pouts back at you, “But you’re so cute when you’re overstimulated.”

Pulling back from you to stand to his full height, smirking down at you. All self-satisfied and also blissed out on the taste of your shared cum. Your tummy is full of butterflies from how he’s been treating you today, legs still weak under you as your knees cave. Thankfully, he’s quick and catches you, effortlessly picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to wash the both of you up.

Letting yourself be wiped down by him in the bathroom, sitting on the sink as he uses a warm cloth to clean you up better than his tongue could. “I was serious you know,” he says unprompted.

Head fuzzy and a little lost on what he means, “About?”

“I’m obsessed with you.”

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Veiled Secrets

you've been set to marry the new emperor Satoru Gojo, but he wants nothing to do it, he doesn't even come to your first meeting! No, he must bathe with his concubines, but when he sees you for the first time and doesn't even know you're his wife? Everything shifts. Leaving your past love behind and everything you know for a foreign country, just to be unwanted by your new 'husband' is almost enough to break you. You're ready to go through the motions, play your role, but do you really know who Emperor Gojo is? Can both of you find an agreement or love - and once you do, how do you be just one of his women?

pairings- emperor! gojo x arranged empress! reader

contents/warnings - Historically INNACURATE, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, smut, court tactics, reader missing her lover Suguru, drama, he falls first and he falls hard. This chap - a lot of emotions and angst, past loves, Suguru in his regret arc, cute, down bad Satoru - he is SO IN LOVE. No smut, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of violence, say hi to Jin Shi too!!

A/N - I made this one a little shorter so I can actually start putting these out again more regularly, 10k plus is a little fkn daunting ahh! We have three more chapters to wrap these cuties up. Ty for everyone who was so patient!

art is by @3-aem they're insanely talented 🥹

part seven - playlist - masterlist - part nine (soon)

part eight

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Satoru asks you the next morning – Lola is locked up and so is Suguru, down in the dungeons.

Satoru wants them both dead, however he needs Suguru alive for just a bit.

Your dumb fucking Knight.

He looks at you carefully, his baby blue eyes flickering against your skin, you’re still not fully your normal color, paled just a bit, he pauses – brushing a lock of your hair back as you walk to him. “Should you even be up?”

“I will go insane laying in bed all day,” you sway just a bit, his hand coming to grip your waist, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

“Foolish girl, can’t even stand up,” he clicks his tongue, you rest your head against his chest, hugging him tightly around his waist, yawning just a bit. “Go back to sleep.”

“I must see what is going on,” your mind races – a million thoughts abound, wondering just what exactly had transpired.

It was only bits and pieces.

The emperor sighs, shaking his head as he buries his face against your neck, he’s exhausted, too. He barely got a bit of sleep before convening with the barrister, holding an emergency meeting of his council due to Lola’s return, and the poisoning of his Empress. The one in his arms, so very weak – but she is alive.

“I hated leaving the bed,” he admits softly, brushing your hair back, his nose nuzzling the crook of your neck, inhaling again, like he can’t get enough of you. “I was so fucking scared that…”

“I am here, Emperor,” you whisper, tears stinging your eyes. “I am feeling mostly back to normal, I promise.”

“And has there been any…” He trails off, unable to finish, feeling you tense just a bit, pulling back to look up at him, as he cups your face.

“No,” you whisper – knowing his question without him asking.

Blood.

Has there been any blood?

Were you still pregnant?

“None at all?” He asks, swallowing visibly, his eyes burning, dark circles marring his otherwise perfect complexion. You grip his wrist gently, shaking your head.

“None at all, Toru,” he exhales in relief, though he doesn’t want to get too excited – you still had been poisoned, even with Mao’s quick work of it. “I am going to get checked in a bit, I just… wanted to know about… her.”

“Lola?” He says it like a curse word – it is one, truly. You nod. “She’s locked up for the moment, but she won’t live to see the week.”

“Toru, should you truly-”

“I will kill her,” he cuts you off, ever so quiet, tilting your chin. “For everything she fucking did. Don’t you try to talk me out of it.”

“And… Sir Geto?”

He sighs, shaking his head. “I need his testimony, so I offered a deal – you can decide his fate. I’m sure you’d be a little more kind to that man than I would be.”

You go to open your mouth, when the door opens, and advisor Ijichi comes in, pushing up his monocle, smiling with relief as he sees you. “My Empress, it’s so good to see you awake.”

“Ijichi,” you rush up and hug him, making the man blush. “I heard you carried me to safety, yes?”

“Of course I did, it was no bother,” he’s a flustered mess, Satoru can’t help but laugh softly at the sight of him awkwardly patting your back. “I come bearing some news for you both.”

“I’m listening,” Satoru’s hand doesn’t leave the small of your back, the warmth seeping through your layers, your silk underlayers, your pretty dress, one that Satoru’s mom had made for you.

You couldn’t help but love the little touches of home with the added lace, the billowing sleeves. You love her so very much, she had checked on you much this morning, and you hated that she was worried like that over you – though perhaps no one went through as much as Satoru that night, from what you heard.

‘It was terrible,’ she had said, sniffling – usually a formidable woman, she was vulnerable laying next to you in the bed as you’d brushed her hair back. ‘You shouldn’t be comforting me!’

‘I put you both through a fright,’ she had sighed, snuggling up, the infamous Gojo strands much like her son’s. One would almost think her as a sister, she still looked so very young and lovely, even with reddened eyes. ‘How bad was it for him? I hope he did not…’

‘Lose it completely?’ You nodded, swallowing. ‘I thought I’d lose him and you together with how he acted.’

‘Mama Gojo, do not say that,’ your heart ached then. ‘I cannot have him hurting himself over me.’

‘I was terrified,’ she had swiped her eyes, shaking her head and exhaling. ‘I am also scared of… if you’re…’

‘We weren’t sure if I was pregnant completely, yet,’ you tried to smile, but it fell flat. ‘I will get checked soon.’

‘If anything happens to that baby, I’ll kill-’

‘Mama Gojo!’

She had been very serious.

To think of what Satoru went through while you were unconscious breaks your heart, you only know a bit, likely to not upset you further. But you feel it, how tightly he’s holding you, like he can’t stand to pull away – and you don’t want him to, you want to be locked right in his embrace for as long as you could be.

“Sir Geto would like to talk to the Empress alone,” Satoru scoffs, and you can’t help but tense up. “I told him you would not allow such a thing, but even so – if you did, I would go down with her as protection.”

“Fuck him, I should put him out to be hung,” he curses, holding you so tight you wince, making him pause. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“You’re all right, Toru,” you smile reassuringly. “I don’t think Geto would hurt me if I-”

“He almost killed you!?”

“That was Lola,” you mumble, Satoru laughs again, a psychotic sound, as if he was actively losing it, brushing a hand through his hair until it’s a mess. “I’m not saying he isn’t to blame, but there are a couple questions I need answered before you throw him out of a tower window.”

“He’ll splatter so lovely,” Satoru says, longingly – you giggle a little, shaking your head at him. “No?”

“I have some things I really need to know…” He knows what you mean, the past you had shared and just how much of that was questionable, how much did Suguru lie to you over the years?

He got the note when they confiscated everything Suguru had, but he has not brought it up to you, not yet. Not realizing how horrible he made you feel when you first got there, how lonely and hopeless – he’d read it several times just this morning as you slept, restless, tossing and turning in the bed as he sat at that desk.

He doesn’t know how to bring it up, to apologize – you surely must think he’d be furious about it, but he is not.

Of course you missed home during that time, and the perceived ‘perfection’ of Suguru and the comforts of a place you grew up in.

“Then I shall allow you to have your moments alone,” you hug him tightly, letting him brush back your hair. “Kiyo will stay close to the door.”

“You may as well, Toru… I just…”

“No, I realize there is much to be said,” he sighs now, chin resting on your head. “I’m so very exhausted.”

“As am I, I just wish we could…”

“Yes,” he grimaces now. “I also must speak to the little murderous harlot.”

“You’re going to kill her!”

“I am.”

“You must let it go to the council,” you chide, staring into narrowed blue eyes. “It’s our best chance to rid ourselves of the concubines altogether.”

“She is correct,” Ijichi chides, and Satoru looks at him over your head. “The royal advisor Jinshi has offered his advice to you, your excellence.”

“No calling me that when it’s just us,” Satoru waves his hand, Ijichi can’t stop his blush, you giggle at how cute it is.

“Master Gojo, then.”

“Call him Toru!”

“I didn’t say that familiar!?”

“Toru is cute,” you pinch his cheek, he snorts and smacks your hand off his cheek playfully. “I hear this advisor is very important, and from what I can tell, versed in politics very much. He would be good to convene with, yes?”

“Indeed,” Satoru sighs a little dramatically, though. “I never get enough time alone with my bride.”

“We shall have much time, very soon. Hmm?” You’re running your hands up his chest, his voice drops to a murmur.

“Not until you’re all better, you bratty empress.”

You pout up at him.

“You were just poisoned.”

“I know! A little bit.”

“A little!?”

“Ahem,” Ijichi reminds you both of his presence, waving his hand again at the two of you. “We have much to do, you two. I will not leave her alone for a moment, I promise you this time.”

“Oh Ijichi,” you walk over to him, taking his hand. “You did nothing wrong that night, I was in my room.”

“I still…”

“You helped save me,” you smile reassuringly, watching him relax his shoulders just a little bit at your words. You look back at your husband, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed under those gold silk robes. “We will make sure to have dinner tonight, alone, and take a bath together. Won’t we, Toru?”

“I can’t handle a bath like…” He doesn’t say it all – but you grin, as if you know he’d be tortured, unable to not have his cock buried inside of you.

It’s been weeks.

Yet you just had a terrible thing happen, and he must be careful.

“Stop being so slutty in front of Ijichi.”

“Your Excellence! Do not speak of the Empress this way!?”

“Indeed, do not!?” You stick out your tongue as you hook your arm through Ijichi’s, earning his glare. “Dinner, and then the bathhouse.”

“Go on, then,” you both walk together, but you can’t help but tense, as you look back at Satoru, turning and walking the opposite direction in the courtyard.

You never do get enough time with the man you love, and there is still so much to learn about each other, so much you must do together, speak of, work on. Yet all you want is to be in his arms, on his lap, kissing him until your head spins, and you’re dizzy, resting in the comfort you had missed so much.

When he turns a corner, his eyes catch yours, and you feel that weight in his gaze, that sad little smile, as if he’s dreading the day, too.

Yet, there is much hope for the two of you.

First, however? There was much to discuss with a couple of infiltrators.

******

The dungeons Satoru has Suguru locked up in are chilled, it’s utterly dark, every step down the spiraling stairs echoing with your heels clicking against them. Your heart is pounding, as Ijichi walks behind you, heading down first, holding his hand up for you to take with a nervous smile.

“Are you all right, my lady?”

“I am,” you assure him, but his concern lingers. “Say it, then.”

He sighs. “You’re doing too much for just having been poisoned, the state you were in was…”

“I swear I feel fine, whatever the pretty girl Maomao gave me worked wonders,” you try again to calm him, but you see his judgement even in the dark, with the little lanterns hanging on the walls. “Truly!”

“Mmm,” you both keep walking. “You are stubborn like the Emperor.”

“That stubborn?”

“Mhm,” your lips quirk up. “It’s not funny, my lady. You know you both age me beyond my years!?”

“He did that before I came, and you’re most handsome, all mature,” he blushes even in the dark, guiding you down the hall now.

“Don’t use your charms, they won’t work today.”

“They always do.”

“Hmph,” your mood sobers up a bit as you catch sight of Suguru's cell at the end of the corridor, the only one bathed in the small lighting.

“Is Lola elsewhere?” You ask softly.

“She is.” Kiyotaka says nothing else, stopping then at the bars that block Suguru’s cell, taking a key and unlocking it.

Suguru sees the action immediately, and stands as your footsteps approach – the heavy chains around his wrists and ankles rattling just a bit. His fine knightly gear is all gone, replaced by a basic white tunic, that dark hair – usually so perfect, is thrown up in a messy pony tail. Those eyes that were the last thing you saw before you fainted, have dark circles underneath them, like he hasn’t slept.

"Princess..." he begins, seeing Kiyotaka and clearing his throat, correcting himself with a ghost of a smile. "Empress, I mean.”

“Indeed…” You let Kiyotaka open the door now, stepping inside, peeking back at him. “I will be all right, Kiyo. Promise.”

“One touch on her hair,” Ijichi warns, Suguru sighs.

“I would not hurt her,” the tension is palpable when he steps back, giving you some privacy alone in the cell, when so many emotions rush through, you’re shaking, hands trembling. 

“I don’t know whether to speak or smack you,” you admit, laughing without any real humor, as he frowns. “Or punch you. Or kick your dick.”

“Kick my dick?” He raises a brow, and you shove at him, tears already forming in your eyes, but he lets you. He lets you shove him, stumbling back when a big man like him never would, taking your hand on his chest to pause you. “I suppose I deserve much worse.”

“You deserve the worst, and Satoru will give you no mercy unless I ask,” you shut your eyes, feeling the tears slip from your eyes. “I should not, either.”

 “I never imagined..." Suguru trails off, his voice breaking in the middle, hand hovering like he might cup your face.

Your jaw sets. "Never imagined what, Suguru? That I'd see you here? Or that you'd help try to kill me?"

He falters now, stepping back a bit as if slapped, but he doesn’t release your wrists until you yank them back, clutching your hands into fists, pulse racing so quickly you feel dizzy. 

"Never that.” That dark amethyst gaze locks onto yours – so exhausted, so beyond dark, the intensity making you tense up. 

“Oh, never that, hmm?”

"I started under false pretenses,” you scoff at that. “Yes, I did initially – try to be everything and anything you could love.”

The pain hits so hard you can’t breathe.

Though you were in love with Satoru – so fucking in love, it didn’t erase the years of being ‘with’ Suguru, your knight by your side, promising to be with you even as you were just a young child. The hurt knowing that you were just a part of some bigger scheme didn’t go away, and you need that closure, truly.

Even if it’s painful.

“I’d like to know about it more, just exactly your plan – would you be honest with me?” He nods, tugging out one of the old wooden chairs in the cell, where there lay parchment paper and pens.

“Please sit.”

“Fine,” you mumble, seeing your name scrawled on several crumbled sheets of paper, making your eyes burn with tears. “Will you even tell the truth?”

“I won't lie to you again.”

“How long?”

He sits across from you, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes shutting. In the darkness, he does not look as imposing as you’re used to.

He looks tired.

“I was put there when I met you, to slowly gather intel against the royal family -”

“My family!”

“Your family made how many people starve?” His words are sharp, he appears to regret them when you jerk back as if slapped. “I mean not you – the royals in general, they care not for anyone but themselves.”

“I cared, I was just… not in power. How often did I take the unfortunate food, clothing? How often did I sneak out for you to find me?”

“You’re different,” he cups your face, sighing now. “I knew you were different, even more so to try to get you to my side. You were the perfect pawn.”

A pawn.

You knew it, but it didn’t lessen the blow.

“But then..." He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Then I watched you, got to really know you. Intimately.”

“Indeed,” you blush furiously, gripping your gown so tightly the fabric crumples underneath your touch. “In ways you should have never been in such falsehood.”

“My desire for you was not false,” you hate Suguru in that moment, even if he’s being truthful, the pain is bitter as it washes through you until you’re sick. “You think I didn’t want you?”

“To get some sick revenge on my parents, perhaps.” His jaw locks as you lower his hand from your face. “You should not have stolen my first kiss, touched me … you should not have.”

“I know that, I was supposed to do worse.”

“Worse!?” You practically hiss the damn word. “Worse?”

“Much worse, to you and many others,” he leans back now, shaking his head. “It was not just you that I have had to play to get intel, to try to take over.”

“I see, one of many? That’s what those kisses meant, those fucking words?”

His brows draw together, pain written on his face. “I’ll never forgive myself for it… but I did want you. None of that was pretend, how I touched you, kissed you… I fell in love with you.”

“What lies, hah,” you feel bile rise in your throat.

“Truly. I still am in love, fuck even more than before."

Tears prick at your eyes and begin to swim, until his very image is utterly blurred. "You loved me enough to let Lola poison me? To use me as a weapon in your pathetic war against royals?"

“I wanted you by my side.”

“And with Satoru, hmm?”

"I was an idiot," he whispers, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush a stray tear from your cheek, you tremble with your anger. "Jealous, dumb fucking idiot.. I hated him for having you so easily, for forgetting me.”

“I did not, I kept… I kept that necklace, I kept the pin, I cared so much I did not even let myself feel anything. For what!? For a fake love.”

“It was not.”

“Then you so easily just let Lola in? You truly had no inkling she would try to harm me?”

“I don't know what I thought, but I never imagined she'd go this far. I swear it." He leans his forehead against yours, his breath against your skin, in a familiar way he should have never done with you. “I never wanted you at risk. I wanted to bring you back with me.”

“And do what to my parents, Suguru?”

He’s quiet again.

That tells you all you need to know.

“I get that royalty has its problems, I know I’m naive about the state of the world, but to use me after knowing me so long…” Your tears fall freely now. “I was worthy of some respect.”

“You were worth much more than I could ever give,” you take a breath and lean back again, hands clutching and unclutching once more, his eyes darting to the action. “You always did that when you were nervous.”

“Stop acting so familiar,” you stand now, shaking.

"Kill me now if you must… I'd die by your hand," you look at him now, feeling the emotions hitting so hard.

Even though he had done something so dangerous, so foolish…

You could not kill him.

“That would be your easy way out,” you say instead, shaking your head as he tugs you to him, taking one of your hands and putting it on his chest. A stream of memories hit, but they’re different now.

There isn’t that longing anymore, and there’s hardly any anger, no yearning for the girl that you were, and how simple things ‘were’. No, you are not that young Princess now, even though it’s been a short time, under Satoru you have grown much – you are completely different, in fact, with him.

In the best and worst ways.

You are different because of Satoru, a part of you that loved Suguru is in there somewhere, but she is in your past, left with a girl who can’t help but feel somewhat terrible for what he’s in. It’s not truly his own doing, and you understand the cause, but he had so callously and coldly not cared for you enough to even let you in on it.

“Would you have understood?” He asks now. “You, a young princess?”

“I may have if you gave me a chance,” he leans down and presses his kiss against your brow, a farewell that you allow him.

“He got that letter even though I did not give it to him,” you suck in a breath, gaze matching his. “I did not want to cause discourse, but they took it all from me.”

“He saw it…” Your eyes close. “I will speak to him.”

“He is so in love with you,” Suguru laughs, shaking his head. “I almost like that pretentious man, fuck him.”

“Well in another life, if you weren’t so terrible, maybe you’d have been friends,” you whisper, letting him press another kiss on your temple, lingering for a moment. “I shall not have you killed.”

“You should, by all means, have me killed. I already told everything about your parents, there is no-”

“I will not,” you correct, firmer this time – and Suguru sees you then.

Chin up, stubborn set to it, your hands little fists at your sides as you eye him.

You’re every bit an Empress now.

“Why?” He asks softly, watching your face and wishing he could fix it – fix everything, but he knows this kindness is already more than he deserves.

His letters that he keeps writing come out wrong, but mostly, all he can think over and over, is that you’ll be his biggest regret, yet in ways he is glad you have your emperor, that you two found love. A bittersweet taste left in his mouth as he studies you even more seriously, exhaling.

“You should have me killed for what I did, or could have done,” his eyes can’t help but flicker to your stomach. “No, I don’t want to live with what I may have done to you.”

“Well I do not know yet what has happened,” you touch your stomach, praying that the news will be good. “You don’t get the easy way out, Suguru Geto. You’ll pay back in service to the Emperor, and you’ll gladly do it.”

“You really think he’ll ever want me to?”

“Shitty service, the most dangerous situations – I’ll send you off to the ends of the bloody Earth for a flower if I want,” his lips twitched. “You’ll be in full service to the Emperor, and mean your damn vows this time. If things work out, and those girls can leave, I would be appreciative enough not to kill you.”

“He only wants you.”

You blush now. “I know.”

“As he should,” you step back, and he steps forward. “I am so, so fucking sorry I put you in danger.”

“I’m more mad you wanted to hurt my husband,” you admit. “Not me.”

“But I-”

“I cannot live in a world where he doesn't exist,” he pauses, and says nothing else, as Kiyotaka comes and unlocks the heavy iron gates, and you look back at him. “If you succeeded, you would have truly killed me.”

His hands grip the bars, head leaning against the cool metal.

He watches you walk off, going back over to his table, grabbing the pen and dipping it in the ink.

He thinks he knows the words to say, now.

*****

"Your Majesty," Jin Shi begins, his lavender hair damn near glittering as he sits in front of Emperor Gojo’s desk.

“Why is your hair so damn pretty!?”

He laughs now, shrugging a shoulder, his voice much like the Emperor’s – Satoru saw everyone fucking swooning over him. “I suppose it’s the shampoo bars I use.”

“I’ll have them imported,” Satoru grumbles, sighing then. “Forgive me, I know we are here for serious matters.”

“Indeed we are,” he smiles then. “Mao Mao tells me your Empress is still very much with child.”

“She…”

“You did not…” He trails off, frowning then, but Satoru puts his head in his hands for a moment, sighing. “I thought you knew.”

“I haven’t gotten to see my wife most of the day,” he admits. “With Lola, the council, the barrister… you. I have not had a moment.”

“I see…”

“No, no, that makes me…” Satoru grins, all dopey now. “So fucking happy.”

Jin Shi laughs softly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs, Miwa comes in and damn near has her eyes pop out of their sockets, almost dropping the tea tray. “Hi there.”

“H-hello!?”

“As if you don’t see a gorgeous man daily, tch,” Satoru crosses his arms, watching Jin Shi smile at her, and he swears the girl almost falls.

What sort of effect was he having on Satoru’s subjects!?

Wasn’t he a eunuch?

“S-sorry, your excellence! I… do you require anything…”

“This is great, thank you,” she giggles and prances away, Jin Shi and Satoru sip the tea, sighing at the same time. "With the empress carrying your heir, the threat has never been more real.”

“It’s very true,” Satoru says quietly, the thoughts that life still flutters in your tummy making him ache to hold you.

Kiss you.

All over.

Fuck, imagining you in the baths later has him…

Focus.

“The council is reeling, news has even spread,” Jin Shi continues. “Lola's actions have proven that the concubines, in your case, are a threat to the empire, considering what she could have done. No matter how high ranking, she does not compete with the standing of the Empress.”

“So you think I’ll have a chance to get rid of all of them?” Satoru asks hopefully, Jin Shi nods.

“I do. The people will support it after this attempt on their Empress' life, and the council will have no choice but to agree. They will see it as necessary for stability and the safety of the royal line, though I can’t say the practice altogether would cease in your future heirs."

“I want daughters,” Satoru admits, grinning again and swirling the tea in the pretty cup around. “I want many, many little mini Empress’ running about.”

“You are so in love I’m sickened,” comes MaoMao, leaning in the doorway with her arms crossed, with you behind her. “Ew.”

“You lack romance, tch,” Jin Shi tells her, she rolls her green eyes, shaking her head and crossing her arms, walking alongside you as you both enter the office, shutting the door behind you.

Your eyes meet his, and he can feel that mix – the pain, the worry, the happiness, the love.

He feels all of it – all of you.

“Satoru,” you rush to him without thinking of the audience, and he tugs you right on his lap, kissing you deeply, the other two blushing at the sight of such blatant affection.

“My Empress,” he murmurs, inhaling your scent and burying his face against your neck. “I have no patience for formalities, I miss you too badly.”

“I miss you so badly,” you whisper back, hugging him tightly, letting him put a hand on your tummy. “I am still…”

“I heard,” his grin is huge and bright, melting you. “I am so fucking excited.”

“I am too!” Jin Shi and Mao Mao stand now, and your eyes catch theirs, seeing their smiles on their faces.

“I’ll help as much as I can while I’m here,” Jin Shi says with a bow. Mao Mao inclines her head as well.

“As will I.”

“I have no way to thank you enough for saving her,” Satoru’s hand grips your waist tightly, the emotion rushing in his voice.

“I am glad to see such love,” she says, and clearly the advisor agrees, leaving the two of you alone. It’s moments before Satoru’s kissing you, having you sitting right across his lap, fingers mapping your skin, committing it to memory.

“I fucking missed you,” he murmurs. “I hate not seeing you all day.”

“I know, soon things will calm down. I hope,” your hand sits over his, a pretty grin on your face. “A baby.”

“A baby,” he kisses down your neck, and your lashes flutter, shifting in a way that has him throbbing. “Don’t move like that, mngh…”

“C-can’t help it,” you admit, your hand entangling in his silky white locks, tugging ever so gently, he practically purrs, earning your giggle. “We have much to speak of, I believe, before we get to really enjoy ourselves.”

Satoru leans back a bit, his eyes that pretty clear blue, nodding now. “We do have much to speak of, sweetheart. But first? I’d like more kisses.”

His lips descend back on yours, stealing your breath – with much left to worry for – Lola, Suguru, the council, a healthy pregnancy – the most important thing was right here. Being in Satoru’s arms, and enjoying every little kiss, before more serious talks had to occur, before you got to just enjoy your husband in the baths, enjoy him all to yourself soon.

Yet for now, this kiss steals every thought in both your minds.

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[madamechrissy]

Ricochet

You're a young college professor teaching English Lit and history, you don't live an insanely exciting life - no, you enjoy spending time at home with a good book and a glass of red. You're perfectly content until a certain student sets his pretty blue eyes on you - senior Satoru Gojo. Obsessed with you, Satoru starts following you everywhere, observing and waiting. He just wants you to realize that he's the only one for you, and he'll do anything to make sure you throw your 'ethics' right out of the window.

pairings - college student! Gojo x professor! reader

warnings - absolutely MDNI! this story has yandere content (babytrapping/stalking) Satoru 22, reader 30, reverse professor trope, power dynamics, push and pull. this part - breed kink, breed kink, breed kink LMAO - like no, he rly needs you pregnant I'm so sry - so a LOT of cum, oral (m receiving) dom/sub elements, yandere, psycho ass Gojo who wants to chain you up, thigh fucking, overstim, possessive red flag behaviors

tysm for @lizatonix for proofreading this chap for me!!! <3 I love you SO MUCH! I only have one more chap after this ahhhh my bbs!

<<<part six - masterlist - final part(soon)

part seven

It’s too intimate once Satoru Gojo gets to the front porch of your home, the never-ending rain still pounding on your awning, lightning illuminating the sky behind Satoru’s tall body. His lips are descending onto yours as the two of you drip onto the little welcome rug by your front door, heart pounding, your eyes looking up into Satoru’s now – dark with need.

“It’s always raining with us,” he murmurs, you can’t help but giggle breathlessly at  that, watching the lightning flash, highlighting his perfect cheeks, his plump lips in a little smile.

“It always is,” you tug him inside, and of course Fluffy the traitor just cracks one of those cute blue eyes open, all curled up on the little fluffy bed Satoru bought her last week, that tail wrapping, flickering just a bit. “Yeah, Fluffy – I know.”

Satoru laughs and kicks the door shut, the sound echoing and mixing with his sharp exhale, as he studies your silhouette, the way your dress was literally clinging to every curve of your body. “She loves that bed, hmm?”

“She does,” Satoru slips off his jacket, letting it fall with a thud – his white dress shirt plastered to his chest from the spray of rain, outlining every muscle until your throat goes dry just looking at him. 

His hair is a dripping wet mess, the usually fluffy strands plastered against his forehead, those lashes dripping and spiked together. You ache more for him than you knew was possible, all the thoughts of what was happening before, of his parents, of your career fading to this singular moment.

You’d do anything to have him look at you like this forever.

Saroru’s long fingers trace the line of your jaw, ever so gently, but he’s trembling just a bit, his hands shaking as he cups your face, leaning low – so big, his hands, his  body, everything about him making you shrink just a bit. You always feel small with him, and it’s addictive, like somehow he will protect you from everything.

Even though that’s fucking insane, isn’t it?

“Turn around, sweetheart.”

You eagerly listen, and he laughs softly.

“You’re being such a good girl now,” he murmurs, his voice low and much darker than usual, one hand brushing the damp strands of your hair aside, you feel the coolness of your fan against your soaking wet skin. “You’re finally listening to me, hmm? You do wanna be a good girl?”

“Yes,” you are never in control with him, not really - it doesn’t matter that you’re the older one, that you’ve lived eight years longer. Satoru controls you, and you want it, you want to be a good girl as much as you want to not listen.

Let him smack your ass till you do.

Let him chain you like he threatens.

Loving Satoru was dangerous, it was insanity, blinding like the lightning that pours in as his hands move to the delicate zipper on the back of your gown, noticing your tag then, toying with it.

“You kept the tag?” You blush as his knuckles brush against your spine, just where he is unzipping, following it like a little trail, making you throb.

“I can’t afford this-”

Satoru rips the tag off, you gasp and look back, seeing his glare. “I’ll give you the money to keep it.”

“Toru…”

“You deserve everything, pretty lil goddamn body in this dress? Think I’ll let you take it back? Hah,” he tugs that zipper all the way down, the silk is so heavy with rain it just falls, pooling at your feet around your ankles. “You’re keeping it.”

“You shouldn’t buy things for me…” You shiver, not just from the cold, but from the intimacy of every moment, with how his lips brush against your ear, and he presses his own cold, wet clothes against you.

“I’ll make sure you have everything you deserve,” his words are insanity, his kiss along your ear somehow sweet as it is filthy. “You won’t want for a goddamn thing when you’re all mine.”

“You’re s-so anti feminism…” You mumble, he snorts at that, tickling your skin. “You are setting me back generations.”

“You can make your money if you want, then,” he says softly. “Since you’re a stubborn little brat, but I’m paying for that fucking dress. Yes?” He turns you to face him, tilting your chin up now, the rain still pattering against your windows. “Say yes.”

“Yes.”

“Good, doin’ s’good already,” he whispers, stepping back – his pretty blue gaze is devoted, worshipping your body as he looks at you, standing there in nothing but your soaked lace bra and panties. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

You go to cover up just a bit and he smacks your hands. “Satoru!”

“Don’t cover any of your body up,” he murmurs, drugged from you, the very sight of his pretty Professor half naked in front of him now, your tits pressed up as that lace molds to their form, nipples glaringly apparent. “Pretty Professor.”

“Psycho student,” he would laugh at your brattiness if he wasn’t so hard it hurt, unbuttoning his dress shirt, showing his chest, his hard abdomen, feeling your gaze against him. “Pretty psycho.”

“Ya think I’m pretty, hmm?” You roll your eyes, and Satoru steps closer, shirt off and on the floor in the soaking wet mess both of your clothes are now.

“You know you are, ah!” He’s too close now, as he hooks his thumbs into the elastic waistband of your panties, tugging and sliding them down your legs with the sweetest expression, achingly slow – inch by inch. “Toru…”

He kneels as he tugs them down, looking up at you underneath those spiked lashes, pressing a soft kiss to your hip bone as your panties fall right down to your ankles, he helps you step out of them, pressing another kiss to the inside of your thigh. Your breath catches, dizzy from need, from how fucking perfect it feels to have him just like this.

On his knees before you.

You brush his still damp strands back, eyes fluttering shut when he kisses higher, breath ghosting over where you need him the most, he teases a kiss on your hood, on your waist, standing once more. He reaches right around your waist, unclasping your bra with a flick of his wrist, letting it fall down behind you.

“You had lots of practice,” you tease, your eyes narrowing at him, Satoru snorts at that, his huge hands coming up to cup your pretty tits in his hands, his thumbs running circles over your puffy nipples, making them press out against them, begging for attention.

“You sound jealous again, hmm?” He teases, you can’t help but bite down on your lower lip, nipples aching with the coolness of the air against your still chilled skin. “That I have had some practice?”

“Very,” you admit with a pretty scowl, he gets harder, undoing his belt with a loud click as he moans into your mouth, kissing you over and over. “Mmm… maybe I’m a little psycho.”

“You have no idea how fucking insane you make me, sweetheart,” he whispers, his lips pressed against the curve of your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses across your neck, your shoulder, hands pressing into your waist, squeezing it and making your heart hammer in your chest. “No fucking idea.”

If you knew.

You know a bit, but you have no clue how fucking serious Satoru was – how he meant it when he said he’d chain you up. His tongue darts against your skin, lapping up the taste of you, even sweeter with that rainwater on your skin. You’re trembling now, breaths coming faster, almost losing your patience as you tug open his belt fully, letting his pants unbutton just so.

“Need you, Toru,” you feel so fucking vulnerable then, but how can you not need him? How can you not need all of him – all of his insanity against you.

“Yeah, do you, baby?” He teases softly, kissing you deeper, the two of you stumbling past your tiny little kitchen, he pauses, frowning now.

You follow his gaze to the small plastic dispenser holding your birth control pills, and you see a damn vein press out from his jaw – a muscle ticking, as if he’s fucking furious.

“Satoru…”

He grins.

Oh it’s a feral fucking grin, too.

“You’re not…”

“Fuck this shit,” Satoru snatches up the little plastic case, walking quickly over to your trash can. He opens it and rips the foil, letting the little pills fall into it.

Fuck he’s insane.

Fuck it’s hot.

You’ll worry about all that tomorrow, about how an independent woman like you is loving this breed kink freak of a student, raising a brow at you, as if asking if you want him to continue.

Your cheeks heat up, stepping closer, seeing his open slacks, those v cuts and the white hair scattering over. “Wanna really fucking keep any?”

“You’re insane,” you breathe out, a soft little laugh escaping your lips despite yourself. “You’re absolutely beyond fucking insane, Satoru.”

“Yeah, I am,” he smirks at you now. “Need to keep any?”

“No, you little jerk,” you mumble.

You wanna be bred by him – give him all the goddamn babies.

Not six.

Maybe three.

Satoru walks over to you and cups your chin, tilting it up now, as you’re naked right in front of him, your own hands on the waistband of his boxers. “Take ‘em off for me, hmm?”

“Yes,” you whisper, easing those pants and boxers down, he’s kicking them off until he’s standing right in front of you, completely naked – he’s painfully hard, his cock jutting out thick and heavy, dripping white pre as you kneel. “Mng…”

You can’t stop yourself from lapping the salty substance, sucking on that reddened tip, eyes fluttering shut, earning a gentle little smack. “Eyes on me, sweetheart – on me.”

You look at him now, naked on your tile floor, letting him guide his thick, veiny cock into your eager, wet mouth with a filthy little moan. His hand tangling in your wet locks of hair, shoving his cock deep in your hot, eager little mouth, all while your eyes stay locked on his, tip gliding all smooth over your tongue, against the roof of your mouth.

“That’s it, love that I threw them out, hmm? Love that I wanna knock your pretty body up?” He’s babbling as you suck, laughing like he’s really gone and fucking lost it, his long lashes fluttering as you swallow more of him, taking him deeper with every mean stroke. “F-fuck…”

You barely get a few more in before he’s yanking you up, picking you up with an arm around your waist, you let out a surprised squeak as he carries you over to the couch, the one you’ve sat down and drank wine on, all alone before he met you. Before he came to invade your space, taking all of you over.

He lays you onto the soft cushions, caging you in with his huge arms, your hands come to grip them, feeling the hard muscles and lines of his body, his knees forcing your thighs apart. His eyes are even darker as he kisses you over and over, and you spread wide for him.

“You love me,” he murmurs, you swallow as he pulls back. “Don’t you?”

“I love your psycho ass,” you whisper, lips trembling – it’s like a madness, a sickness for him that you can never get over. As if there could have been ‘just once’ or ‘just the week’ when he consumes you like this.

“You’re all mine,” he whispers, this is a side of Satoru even you haven’t seen, for every bit of him that’s possessive, psychotic, there is a vulnerability to him, to how he pouts just a bit. “Aren’t you all mine, baby?”

You can only nod, your throat too tight to form words – what would they even be at this point but begging, pleading, babbling? As his hips move, and you feel the tip of his cock against you – slick with your spit.

“Toru!”

“This cunt is mine,” he is lost in how goddamn good you feel, his tip catching that mess that’s dripping down your slick folds, over and over, watching you unravel beneath him. “These tits are mine.”

“Mnh!” Satoru’s bending down as he ruts his cock against your messy cunt,  sucking a perked up nipple into his hot, wet mouth and biting down just hard enough to make you gasp, teeth making sweet pain spread through your body.

“Mine, god I can’t wait for these to have milk, you’re done being a stubborn brat, being mean?”

“You’re…” He bites your nipple again, smirking.

“I’ll drink milk right from them,” he tilts his head, tongue long and filthy as it swirls right around, and you’re trembling, hands gripping him so tight, nails pressing into his biceps and leaving marks.

“Drink them!?”

“Fuck yes, mmm… baby will have to share.”

“I can’t with you,” you giggle and earn another bite, and a pretty glare. “You’re serious!”

“Very,” he leans back a bit, his eyes locking onto your exposed, glistening cunt, and he spits right on it with a long gossamer strand – a fucking filthy act, his saliva landing right on your clit. You jerk just a bit as he sighs, using his thumb to smear it around, mixing it with your own wetness that’s drooling out.

“You can’t j-just drink all the milk you weirdo, mnh!” He chuckles, looking at you and spreading your thigh high, propping your calf right on the back cushion.

“Gonna get you so full of me,” he mumbles, already drunk from you – as his tip hits your twitchy lil clit over and over, pulling back just before you can squirt. “Maybe I should punish you for running away.”

“Punish me?” Your eyes roll back when he pulls back, spitting on your cunt again. “Please…”

He lines himself up with your entrance, teasin’ it, just the head popping in only to pop right out, coated in your slick. You whine out desperately now, eyes all pretty, nails pressing harder. “No more running. No more pretending you don’t love me, no more thinking I don’t want only you.”

You swallow now, nervously, parting you lips as if to protest – but it’s as if he can read you like a fucking book.

“But tomorrow-”

“No buts,” he whispers, teasing you again, cupping you with his free hand, your face so small in his grip. “No arguing, you’re gonna be the good girl I know you can be, and let me breed you. Hmm?”

You bite down on your lower lip.

“Say it,” he whispers softly, breath ghosting your lips. “That you want me to breed your pretty pussy, that you wanna give me all those babies I deserve.”

Fuck it.

“I want it,” he whines out, pushing inside your slutty little pussy, bottoming out and stretching you – without the usual play, you’re utterly tight, feeling every fucking inch of him. “Ah! S-so deep I…”

“It’s all me, isn’t it baby? All me in your pretty head,” he is lost as you, your cunt isn’t all it is, your pretty face isn’t all it is – no, Satoru’s need is too much, he will never let you go.

If he has to chain you, he will.

He thinks you’ll probably love it.

“What’s going on in th-that mind, hmm?” You barely manage to whisper as he pounds his cock into you, as he rails you so hard you’re trembling, wondering at the flash of white teeth as he makes your hips jerk with every thrust.

“Do you really wanna know, teach?” He murmurs, slowing just a bit, the white hairs at the base of his cock grinding too perfectly against your little clit.

“Y-yes…. I wanna know…”

Your fucked out whisper is more than enough for him – Satoru didn’t care if you knew it all anymore, if you knew every insane thought he had.

“Wanna tie you up to my bed and never let you go,” your lips part as he grinds again, lifting your thigh higher and pressing it up, making you whine out pathetically. “Wanna lock you away and tell everyone you’re gone, that’s what. Keep you all to my fucking self.”

“You c-can’t…” You really should be scared, but you can’t be – not with that filthy pressure against you that has your toes curling, those heels tugged off by him and clattering to the floor.

“I won’t,” he corrects, smirking down at you. “But I want to, pretty teacher – I want to so fucking bad, I don’t want to share you.”

Your answers are soft whines as he presses the heel of your foot on his shoulder, kissing up your calf and watching the creamy ring form at the base of his cock, with a filthy squelch. “Toru…”

“You feel that? Feel how deep I am? Hah, look at me moving inside you,” Satoru’s irises are swallowed now, you can hardly see a little ring of blue left, the lighting flashing with his feral grin as he watches that bulge move in and out. “Eyes on me, what did I say?”

Your eyes immediately obey before your own damn mind can comprehend he’s ordering you too. “I feel you.”

“That’s where I’m gonna fill you all up,” his lips dart up your neck, tickling you as he folds you right in half. “Gonna paint your fucking walls with it.”

His words are filthy as fuck, but his kisses are reverent, those big hands just worshipping you in a way that makes you dizzy, needy for him. He’s reduced you to a babbling little mess beneath him as his balls smack your ass with a loud thwack, hitting it hard, the squelch of your messy hole sucking him in mixing with the blood that’s rushing in your ears.

He groans out softly, his eyes squeezing shut and fluttering all pretty with those snowy lashes for a moment as you feel him move inside you, before they lock back onto yours. They’re so blue it’s intense, almost glowing in the dim light of your living room, his laugh soft as his fingers leave bruises. “You’re gonna look so fucking pretty, all round and full of me.”

Your entire body heats up at the vision, the words he whispers like that, you can feel your orgasm about to hit, tight in your core with every drag of his tip on your spot. “Close, close! Mng… Satoru…” you whimper out – your nails pressing into his broad shoulders, making him suck in a breath.

“You’re close, hmm?” He whispers, letting his cock drag all slow in your walls, leaning over you, lips a breath away. “Wanna cum just for me?”

“Mhm!” Satoru leans up and reaches down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in tight, pretty little circles, shoving his cock in deep so it bruises your cervix, his skin glistening with sweat and the rain from outside. “Come on, then, sweetheart. Cum for me. Milk all of it out of me.”

Your back arches off the couch, whining out as that pleasure takes you over – pussy clamping right around him, pulsing and doing just that – milking his cock, gripping him so tight he whimpers.

“Fuck,” he moans out your name desperately, his hips jerky, the way he fucks you erratic now as your aftershocks hit him, his own seed flooding your pussy, white and puffy and hot in your walls.

“Toru!” You’re lost, kissing him desperately, letting his tongue glide along yours as he fills you so full it’s already leaking, he’s laughing softly, grinning like a psycho against your neck.

“You wanted to protect me from what, hmm? From having you forever, for having you be all mine?”

Your answer is a soft, desperate little sound, tears escaping your eyes. “I j-just wanted to…”

He bites your neck hard – teeth sinking enough to make you gasp as it breaks that tender skin. “This is the only thing I want. You – all full of me, carrying all my babies. Knew it when I first saw you in the fucking hall. Before that lecture, before you told me how good I did, hmm?”

You’re sniffling now, tears spilling at his intensity, as he presses little kisses all over your neck, your cheeks, lapping one up and moaning.

“Fuck you’re pretty like this,” he murmurs, pulling his messy cock out to watch that thick, white cum already starting to leak out of you, your own release coating him in gloss. “You’re cryin’ so fuckin’ pretty right now.”

“Weirdo,” you manage to mumble – but you love that shit, you love when he uses the swollen head of his cock to push it back in, filthy as he swipes it down to gather it all, pushing it right back in your hole.

“Ah!”

“Can’t waste a drop of all this,” he murmurs, fucking it right back into you, your thighs quivering as his hands slide up them, cunt already sore. “We’ve got a lot of work to do, sweetheart.”

“Work?” You mumble, incoherent almost from him.

“Mhm,” he smiles all cute and boyish, brushing his hair back like he’s not a deviant. “A lot of breeding to catch up on without those pills.”

“I swear…”

He just kisses you again, until you’re too fucked out to even know what fucking time it is, you lose track of it all when it’s the morning and he’s got you on the counter, kissing up your neck, so many loads inside you’re full. Satoru was not kidding when he said he had every plan to knock you up tonight, clearly, and you’ll just have to push that off for another day, too.

Because currently, you just wanna fucking give him anything.

*****

You spend an entire weekend with Satoru, getting fucked in any and every position the man can imagine, he’s not joking when he says he can fuck you all day – if it wasn’t for you being sore, the psycho could get hard again for you. You’re at his place on Sunday and you haven’t seen the light of fucking day, as if he’s already planning on keeping you all to himself, locked up like he ‘joked’ about’.

The morning light filters through his blinds when you wake up completely sore like you’ve worked out too damn hard, glittering light glowing against the floor in pretty gold. Satoru’s side of the bed is all rumpled, you can smell the scent of coffee, sighing as you stand, your sore ass legs crying out for help.

How many times could a thirty year old get folded in half!?

Satoru is standing, his broad shoulders and that strong back damn near making you wet again – as if you’re not already fucking dehydrated. He’s making a cup in the keurig when you walk over carefully, quietly, hugging him around the waist and making him chuckle just a bit.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” he teases, a hand coming to cover your wrists, as he looks back at you.

“Morning Toru…” You get emotional then.

This would all be over soon.

This bliss, the ease and the domesticity of it all would be over, and that thought hurts so bad you pull back, making him frown, turning to look at you and cupping your face.

“Sweetheart, what…”

“I don’t want it to end,” you admit, you’ve tried so hard to keep it together, to keep any semblance of normal through it all, but it’s all out of the window now, all gone – replaced with the way you need him. “I don’t.”

“It’s not ending,” he murmurs, seeing your pretty, glittery eyes – the ones he’s looked into every chance he could this weekend.

You think he’d let you go?

You think he’d ever let you go?

“Why do you think that, hmm?”

“Because, work tomorrow… your parents are gonna fucking kill me. Kill both of us, and I don’t want them taking your trust fund.”

He laughs.

He laughs.

You smack him.

“It’s not funny!” He swipes your tears and you smack him again. “I’m dead ass serious, Satoru.”

“Have some coffee, professor,” he walks over and puts just the right amount of cream and sugar, your fingertips brushing together. “I have just the solution for the trust fund issue, actually.”

“You do?” You take a sip of the hot coffee, sighing and fluttering your eyes shut at how good it feels on your tongue.

“Mhm,” he takes your free hand and touches your ring finger. “Future Mrs. Gojo."

He says it so casually, like he's commenting on the weather outside or the basketball game last night, watching your mouth open.

“What?”

“Mrs. Gojo!? That’s insane – and… and…”

“You wouldn’t marry me?” You hear it now, the worry – but that’s not fucking it – of course you would.

It’s the fact that they’d never accept you, that they’d give him shit, that-

“Answer me, now.”

His soft order has your eyes looking right up.

“Good girl,” you curse, thighs pressing together. “Don’t let that pretty professor brain think too much. Answer if you’d marry me.”

“Yes, I would,” you whisper now, sighing and shutting your eyes. “But-”

“Ah-ah,” he cuts you off, setting your cup down, barring you on either side, hands on the counter. “I found a special clause in my trust fund – I can get it before I’m twenty-five under two very archaic conditions.”

“Two conditions?” You ask, blinking a bit, seeing his smirk. “Marriage?”

“Mhm, and an heir,” his hand drifts to your tummy. “If I have both of those, I get it before – and I won’t run their dumb fucking company with it either.”

“You’re… not?” You’re so fucking proud of this psycho when he touches your cheek gently.

“I wanna be a professor like you,” your heart breaks, it melts for him – the way his fingers shake just a bit.

“Like me? You wanna be like me, Toru?” You whisper, voice broken, tears slipping from your eyes.

“Yeah, I wanna teach… I always thought there was no fucking point, but with you I just…” He kisses you softly now, sighing. “I wanna teach.”

“I’ve never been so fucking proud, god,” you smile tremulously now. “You wanna make a shitty professor pay?”

“And have shitty hours, be unappreciated, all that,” he teases back, smiling against your lips. “Have no personal life, bring my work home, care too much about my students.”

“So you wanna be me?”

“I do…” He frowns now. “Which means – as much as I wanna lock you up and never let you leave, tell everyone you died and hide you-”

“Satoru!”

“Sorry, aha,” he grins again, as if any of that was a joke, seeing your glare. “As much as I want that shit, and I hope to eventually have it. What better than being a Professor too? Right next to you, so we can be together, and I can make sure no one is hitting on my wife.”

“You’re utterly serious,” you blink rapidly, chest rising and falling. “You’d let me still teach then, hmm?”

“Well, part time. I need you having babies,” you snort a bit. “But yes, I’m willing to let you work since you want to, so goddamn bad – remember, the trust fund is enough neither of us ever have to, really.”

“I would love to teach next to you,” you whisper, hands slipping up his bare chest, shaking your head now. “I’m so proud of you, doing what you want – not what they do. Toru I really am.”

Fuck.

He can’t handle your praise, nothing has Satoru hard like that, and he knows your poor cunt is all beat up from him, he turns you toward that counter, gripping you under your chin, pressing his cock right against the small of your back. You whine out, head falling back, letting him tug you hard, arching your back just for him.

“Your praise is making me leak so much pre, fuck,” you laugh a bit at that, shaking your head as he grips your chin. “It does, you have no idea.”

“My pussy hurts!”

“I could fuck your thighs,” he teases, the thoughts have you biting down on your lower lip. “You’d like that, hmm?”

“Get to the real question, how do we just… get married? They’ll hate that idea and the rest of the semester?”

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, sliding the big shirt of his you’re wearing up, tugging it high in a knot as he slips his cock from his boxers, you gasp when you feel the sticky cum against your inner thigh. “They’ll keep it quiet, all of it – we’ll reveal we’re together later next semester.”

“B-but you… they’ll…”

“A rumor or two? You won’t worry about that when you’re filthy rich, will you baby? When you’re covered in diamonds and everything I can buy you – fuck your thighs are so soft,” he’s gasping out as he feels them now, pressing on either side of his thick length. “God you are perfect, slutty pussy drippin’ already.”

“Toru!” You’re aching as his tip presses just enough against your clit to make you whine, his shaft gliding between puffy, abused folds as he wraps his other bicep around your waist, lips moving messy up your neck.

“Marry me, pretty professor,” he whispers.

“While you’re fucking my thighs, you’re proposing!?”

“Yes!?”

“God,” he’s slipping faster, gliding through the mess as he pictures it all – you pregnant, married to him, getting to kiss you in every hall, getting to tell his parents to get fucked. With you. “Marry me, pretty please?”

“You can’t act cute mid thigh f-fucking,” he pouts against your skin, and you’re trembling, your hands gripping the counter tightly, every stroke between your thighs pushing you closer. “You wanna marry me? Are you…”

“Yes, god yes – only you f’me,” he mumbles, all pussy drunk as he moves, as his hips snap against the curve of your ass, gripping you harder, using your thighs and your body like you are his little doll. “Just you, fuck just say yes… lettin’ you work and shit, hmm?”

“S-so generous,” you giggle but it’s cut off when his tip hits your twitchy clit, the one he’d sucked and hummed on last night till you squirted all over his face. “Yes, I’ll marry you, but… they’ll be so-”

“Let me handle them for you,” he whispers, even closer as his tip catches your clit again, feeling you gush as he glides once more, he can tell you’re about to squirt all over him. “I’ll take care of it all, sweetheart. Gonna be mine, all mine, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you are done for, a drooling mess as Satoru fucks your inner thighs faster, the plush of them slick from you and his own sticky pre, nails now pressing into his forearms. “Yours, yours…”

Satoru cries out, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent, before lifting your thigh, having you gasp. “I’m cummin’ inside, can’t waste any.”

“You freak,” you want it though, when he slams into your hole with ease from how wet you are, pumping your pussy full and pulsing inside you, gasping out your name. “What I can’t s-swallow either?”

“Not til you’re knocked – ah – up,” you feel so good he’s shaking, leaning his heavy weight and pressing you against the counter. “Mmm… then you can again, when I get you pregnant.”

“So generous,” you’re shaking when he pulls back, letting him turn you to him, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. “I’m nervous, Toru. How they’ll take this and… what, do we go get married immediately?”

“I have someone that can next week if you want, but yes… it’d have to be quickly, but I’ll give them some of my time as a CEO, to keep them happy enough. To protect you, okay?” You nod quickly, still shaky as he’s dripping out of you. “You focus on being pretty and pumped full of cum.”

Satoru is insane but god if you don’t fucking love him.

*****

“So, you two actually came,” his parents say that next week in their office, as Satoru shuts the door behind you, a hand on your waist. His parents had gone to Paris for a time thankfully, leaving you and Satoru with just enough time to let that marriage license go long enough.

Oh, and enough time for Satoru to knock you up.

Yep – you’re pregnant, but you think that he may have gotten you while you were still on the pill with the timing of it all.

Little shit was so happy – he even let you swallow his cum as a reward for being so good and breedable for him. The memories of just that had you pressing your thighs together. Keeping it all under wraps and acting normal was pure torture, but the stress of meeting with his imposing parents was enough to make your tummy flip, to turn into knots.

Yet he didn’t move his hand from your waist.

Satoru was serious, and in this case he was no young twenty two year old boy – he was a whole fucking man in a business suit in front of his parents, his lips quirking right up as he studies them. His dad in his big seat in the Dean’s office, his mom sitting on the desk with her legs crossed at the ankles.

“Hey pops, hey mom,” he greets all friendly, you almost snort just a bit. “Have a good time?”

“Looks like you sure did.”

“I did in fact,” his hand tugs you even closer, and your cheeks heat up, heart hammering in your chest. “I’ve been real busy these past couple weeks, actually. There’s so much to catch you all up on.”

“Oh really, I can see,” his dad says, annoyance dripping on his lips. “And just what is this spectacle, hmm? You want her career over? You want your trust fund to be-”

“That’s just the thing – you wrote this cute lil clause in there with your lawyer, if I’m married with an heir, I get it early,” his parents visibly pale.

Maybe they didn’t think Satoru was that insane.

But no, he is.

“So turns out…” He grins now. “Already got the heir on the way, and I’m getting married – don’t worry, it’s a private affair, no need to come.”

“Gojo are you-”

“Very, very serious,” he murmurs, his voice a low hum – not teasing, but also not letting his parents down him. And in that moment you’re even prouder of your clearly psychotic, borderline… fiance? You think he’s a fiance already, yes.

You are proud of him.

But you’re also terrified and overwhelmed, especially when his hand is right over your tummy, and their brows are raised.

Could it really all work out somehow?

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[madamechrissy]

It's hard to get time away from your kids - just you and Satoru alone together.

Very hard in fact - yet sometimes you can leave them just for a bit with their grandparents long enough for you and your husband Satoru to run to the store. Or run to grab food, do errands - that sort of thing.

However these little moments were precious- so precious in fact, that Satoru made sure to let you know how much he loved them.

Every thrust of his cock in your tight throat as you bent over while he was driving, every grip of his steering wheel with one hand, your hair with the other - the husky little moans

From his lips just urging you on.

Satoru made sure his pretty wife knew how good her mouth feels, fucking up into it with messy strokes, whining out your name as nine inches pummels your throat. Sliding past your uvula as he cries out your name on the way to the damn Home Depot.

Yes, thats your date in your thirties with three kids - home fucking depot. But God if you dont love it as much as you did in college with him, if you don't slurp that cock even messier.

"Sh-shit..." he whispers out, his tip so fucking sensitive when you swirl your tongue around it. "That's it, sucking me like you wanna milk me, huh? Slutty lil throat- ah! Perfect wife I...".

Satoru is loud.

Satoru babbles.

You fucking love that - how this man can't shut up when you swirl your tongue against his frenum, when your suction gets stronger, and your spit drools. When you can be as slutty as he wants when he pulls into the back of the parking lot, finally able to tug you up, spitting in your mouth and tasting his precum off your tongue.

"Fuck I love our dates," you giggle at that - you all are literally buying paint, but he already is tugging you against him, having you straddle him right in the minivan you take the kids to soccer in. "Wanna have another fuckin' baby, god look at you."

"Toru," you whine out when he shoves your shorts to the side, the stretchy comfy ones you wear out, fuck if he doesn't find those and your cute lil cotton panties as sexy as lingerie. He tugs them aside, eyeing your messy cunt as your nails press into his shoulders.

"Gonna ride me in the car like when we were in college, hmm? My pretty soccer mom is still slutty for me?"

"Soccer dad is slutty," you tease back, whining out when he spits right on his cock, sliding it right between your puffy lips. "Ah!"

"Need to be inside you. Fuck..." he lifts you by your hips, gliding that tip over and over, until you gush and squirt, making a mess of him. "Sweetheart... still so messy?"

Satoru slams you right down on his cock, buried to the fucking hilt - tip grinding your puffy cervix as you cry out. Still so goddamn tight, wrapping his cock just as good as you did ten years ago. Every time he fucks you he wonders just how lucky he got, with your spit getting fucked into your needy hole.

"Pretty girl," he whispers, feeling your cunt gripping him so goddamn good, glad his windows are tinted so he can fuck his pretty wife anywhere he can. "Milking me already? Ngh..."

Satoru makes sure you cum before him, thumbing your clit in pretty patterns as your ass hits the steering wheel, as your thighs press his hips and he uses you, lifting you up and down until he pumps you full. He stays in there too, fucking that milky cum deep, kissing you until the two of you are breathless, dripping, a mess.

"I love home depot," you say all sleepy and cute, Satoru laughs softly, kissing you.

"So do I, sweetheart."

****

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[madamechrissy]

Mdni - ❥ Qifrey and his breed kink

Qifrey has a bit of a breed kink.

Just a bit, when you bend over a certain way in front of him in the kitchen, and he catches sight of the pretty heart shape your ass makes in that pretty night gown.

A rare time without the Atelier full, he can't help but feel himself throb at the thought. Tip just leaking white underneath those white robes, you peek back curiously, smiling just a bit at him as he imagines filling your womb with him, problem is he's never even touched you aside from hugs, lingering caresses.

Now all he wants to do is shove your nightgown up and slide his cock inside

How wet would you be? Though he dislikes getting wet, he cant imagine your slick coating his cock wouldn't be perfect. He has seen it, peering in your room when he shouldn't, palming his cock like a pervert, you would never know he watched you toy pathetically with your cunt.

Oh, he could teach you so much.

"What is it, something on me?" You ask, just a bit nervous as that hauntingly blue eyes peers right down your tits, barely concealed in the nightgown.

You have come here to help him with the girls, but every moment you're alone? All you can think of is how much longer his fingers are, how big those hands are, how he'd feel -

Stop that, madness, really.

He was affectionate and kind, reserved in a way that made you achingly curious, but ultimately he seemed rather untouchable, though you practically felt touched. You could not help but to brush your fingertips across your own collarbone for a moment, to catch his gaze, see his lips parted ever so slightly.

"Anything wrong, Qifrey?"

"Ahem," he clears his throat just a bit, blush dancing on his own cheeks when he sees those nipples peak, and for a moment he imagines them so full, drippin' milk. How many babies would you give him? When the girls inevitably leave, surely you could fill the home-

"Nothing," he manages to smile, walking toward you now, brushing a lock of your hair back but lingering a bit, running it between his thumb and pointer finger. "Just your skin is glimmering, your body is singing to me, your cunt is so wet I can see it dripping when you bend over."

You suck in a breath, teeth biting down on your lower lip, when he looks at you in shock.

"I said that!?"

"You said that," he curses softly, turning to leave when you pause him, a hand on his back over that dark shirt that fits him too well. "Well, you're not wrong, though. I'm..."

"Ovulating."

"Mhm," he turns back around, brushing a bit of flour off your breasts, making goosebumps rise. "I'll be all right though, just... they hurt a bit is all."

"I could help," he undoes the little lacy tie there, letting one of your pretty tits beg for his mouth, his huge hand taking it over and squishing it, making you cry out. "Do you need help, love?"

You can't answer, just your eyes fluttering shut when he sucks your nipple and bending low, your hand tangled in snowy strands, thick and fluffy in your fingers. "ah!"

"Sore? Sensitive?" His voice drops so many octaves it should be scary, how deep and intense it is with that lilting accent, you just nod for your answer as he slides up your gown. "Do you not touch yourself when you're like this?"

"It was not working well," you admit, cursing then. "I mean..."

"I could help," he turns you now, bending you over and moaning at the sight, of your pretty ass on display, fingers sliding through the mess your slit is. "You should really focus here."

"Ngh!" He's shoving two fingers deep with ease despite the filthy stretch, leaning over you now, his glasses fogging with those breaths, moaning against your ear. "M-master Qifrey I..."

"Can't reach, can you darling? Tsk, no worries," he's moving them up and down, hitting that spongy spot with ease, feeling you drip down his wrists, soaking his very sleeves as he tugs at your hair. "Why don't you cum for me, you're already taking these exceptionally, hmm?"

"Please," you're already a mess, the sounds of your squelching cunt obscene in the quiet kitchen, his free hand wraps your throat as you arch desperately. "Please, please..."

"Use your words, you can be a good girl for me, can't you?" He whispers, teeth nipping your ear, fingers putting just the right amount of pressure as the other two press up, making you dizzy. "Please what? Please don't stop? Please let you cum? Please breed this slutty, soaking wet cunt?"

Fuck.

Breed you!?

He can't say that with his long fucking fingers and his goddamn accent, while you're ovulating. "B-breed me?"

"God yes," he's lost it now, yanking his fingers out to suck your juices off them, cheeks hollowing as he wraps his glossy lips. "Want me to fill you with babies, have the entire place full of them?"

"Yes," there's not a trace of hesitation, especially when he's bending you over the old kitchen table, and the fat head of his pretty cock is running up and down your folds. "B-breed me... mnh!"

"How do we ask, love," he whispers, even as he's leaking sticky white on your dripping wet pussy. "You're making such a mess, you know, dripping on the floors? Can't talk now?"

"Please," you whisper again. "Please breed me Sir."

That earns his cock shoving inside your cunt.

Oh, you thought Qifrey would ease his cock in, inch by inch, tease you? No, his entire length fills you to the cervix, he gives you a bit of mercy when he lets you adjust, when he eases back just enough to glide in your quivering walls.

"You're perfect for me," he whispers, feeling you clamp right down. "Perfect to take all of it, love, look at you."

You're a mess when he fucks you stupid, when he has you sore and drooling, sniffling and crying from overstimulation - when he taunts you for not knowing how to rub your clit so he helps you, letting both of your fingers move together. When he's shifting you so you're on the table, and he can watch his cock move inside you.

Well that's magic, isn't it?

Seeing his own cock print in your pretty body, spitting your juices in your open mouth, pumping you full of puffy white ropes of cum. He doesn't stop there, though, no - that wouldn't be fair when you begged so pretty. He must make sure that he fucks that cum right back inside, stealing every minute until you two aren't alone anymore.

You're a trembling mess once he's made sure to plug that white, leaky mess with his long fingers in your hole, when he watches you act all sweet and innocent later, knowing you're spilling him out.

Well, perhaps it's more than a little breed kink.

****

more qifrey here <3

Next threesome w/gojo?

this is for my bbs @yenayaps @uhnosav @martianzmars hehee

[madamechrissy]

Dopamine

You're married to Satoru Gojo - an arrangement since your childhood, one you're so excited for. You soon find out - he wants nothing to do with you. Any one is preferable, from the waitress at your engagement party, to his secretary. Torn apart by insecurities and devastated by the fact that you can't make this one sided affection work, you decide to find something to keep you going until Gojo finds a way to end the marriage. That's what lands you right in the notorious boxing ring in town - led by Ryomen Sukuna, who finally sees you.

pairings - Nepo baby! Gojo x Reader x Boxer! Sukuna

warnings!!! - oral ( f receiving) cum eating, fingering, rough sex, semi-public sex, lots of emotions, lots of filth - obsessed Satoru and Sukuna, both men wanna breed reader, throuple vibes, messy ass fucking dynamics, angst, feelings, creampies, spitting, fingering, crying, multi rounds, choking, rough sex and light bondage (think I got most of it???) enjoyyy - 10.2k

a/n - I was so glad to get back to this, idk how many ppl will see since I'm marked mature </3 butttt enjoy if you get to!

<<<part six - masterlist - playlist

part seven

You

Watching Sukuna fight was intense.

It was insane as you sit there in the audience, watching him punch, using every move you’ve learned and many you haven’t even scratched the surface of yet – with the cheers, the crowd going insane for him. You are towards the front where he wanted you, just a little secluded as you watch him move, surprisingly light on his feet for just how huge Sukuna was.

He floated across that ring, beating the day lights out of the poor damn fool that thought they could compete. Sukuna mostly just trained, but he decided to join one. You weren't sure if it was to just beat someone up for his own frustration, or if Sukuna genuinely missed the ring.

Maybe a bit of both. 

His eyes catch you even across the entire crowded arena, his lips quirking up. He swipes at his chin with the glove, letting someone dab his bloody eye for just a minute, covered in sweat. His black tattoos are just glimmering with sweat, shining under the light, you can feel your heart racing.

Part, worry.

Part, being utterly turned on in the worst possible way. You get a text from Satoru then, peeking at it.

Satoru - coming home tonight?

You - yes I will be. In a couple hours. You?

Satoru - yeah same. Is he coming to dinner again?

You giggle a bit.

What life were you living? It almost seemed absurd, like some sort of a fever dream. The way both men ate dinner together with you last night. Somehow talking and not killing each other despite how tense they both were near each other.

As if you were the unspoken agreement.

You know Sukuna wants you all to himself, but you also learn that Satoru wants more. He wants more time, he spends time trying to get to know you. It's intense, it's terrifying, everything about opening up to Satoru when you don't know if he is sincere.

Yet you couldn't help but smile when you text him back, cursing him internally then.

Fucking Satoru. 

You - No, he has a lot to do. Want me to give him kisses for you?

Satoru - yes please, give him all my love <3

Life has gotten extremely interesting since the first time Sukuna fingered you on the counter, the first time Satoru sent the girls away – girls you have now grown in just a short time not to hate quite so much. Of course what they did was hurtful, and you resent them – but for Jennifer you already made a call and got her a position.

Sukuna thought it was pretty insane, but he supported it, Satoru didn’t even know just yet.

You - I’ll give him all your love.

Satoru - you’re a fucking brat, he’s right.

Maybe you are.

Sukuna slams his fist with a sickening crunch, drawing your attention right back to him, you watch as the man lays there, and the ref counts – one, two, three.

Knock out.

Sukuna’s hand is raised as you cheer with everyone, the sounds thunderous with just how famous Sukuna really was, you stand right with them, clapping and feeling his gaze locked on you, all sweaty, breathless, his chest rising and falling. You can’t help but feel concerned with just how beat up he is, but also…

Fuck he’s sexy.

Are you really some slutty little brat, after being a good girl for so very long?

It’s not long after you’re walking in that locker room – and it’s just Sukuna.

“You came, hmm?” Sukuna tilts his head, studying you in the locker room, bulb swinging overhead casting shadows as he leans back against the lockers on that bench, his thighs spread wide. “Did you like the show?”

You don’t answer him, still trembling as you see how many cuts and bruises he has, half his jaw is swelling, making your tummy clench with worry. You cross the small space, standing between those thighs, letting his hands – huge and calloused, knuckles all bloody – come up to frame your face, thumbs stroking your cheekbones almost gently.

That’s the thing about Sukuna – even when he’s brutal, even when he’s fucking you so hard it hurts – he’s gentle with you in ways you can’t express. With his gaze and his words, how he’ll talk you through everything, how he cradles your face even now like it’s so precious.

The duality of him versus Satoru is never ending.

Satoru was hardly rough with you the one time you were alone together, but there was an underlying desperation, yet he gripped your face differently, like he thought you’d slip away. Sukuna is just a little more gentle, like he gives you that option to pull back, knowing you don’t want to.

“Sukuna…” You murmur softly, sighing now, gripping his wrists. He smells intoxicating like this, that sweat fucking ruining your senses. It’s only been a couple days and you already crave him.

“Look at you,” he murmurs softly, his ruby eyes dark as they drink you in “All cute and worried for me, hmm?”

“Of course I am…” Sukuna leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s messy, needy as he tugs you close, muscled thighs on either side of you. “Mnh…

“Those sounds you make, fuck,” you can feel him shaking himself, taste the copppery hint of blood mixing with his saliva right as he licks into your open mouth, claiming it for his own.

“I should clean you up…” You whisper now, pulling back as his manager comes in, pausing at the sight of you two.

That’s when it hits you, how dangerous it is to be public with Sukuna – no, not everyone knew you, but enough people did. Luckily they just smile and hand you some antiseptic and a clean rag.

“Trust you’ll take care of him?”

“Absolutely,” you smile as they shut the door behind them, walking over to the counter for a moment with shaky hands, feeling him study you. “You did so good against him, Kuna. It was insane.”

“Yeah, it wasn't that hard,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and peeking back at him, smiling just a bit. “Worried about me, really? Six foot five, two hundred plus pounds of me?”

“Yes I worry…” You frown now, dabbing the antiseptic on the gauze and walking back over, pressing it to an open cut, making him suck in a breath. “Look, and you’re a big baby.”

“Tch, me a baby,” you giggle and he glares at you. “Such a brat.”

“You say that, but I think you are,” he rolls his eyes as you keep dabbing at the cuts, suddenly feeling it again.

Split into pieces.

It’s so easy here in his arms, it’s so perfect – isn’t that what love should be? Easy, effortless, perfect like you just fit – but then you feel horrible, knowing those feelings for Satoru exist. That they haven’t died when they should have, and no matter how much Sukuna lets you feel them, you hate them.

LIke a sickness for that man with the blue eyes who gets on his knees and begs to just taste you, the desperation in which he begged you just to say his name, it rings in your head as you think of last night. He had stood by your door for far, far too long, as if he may come lay down, but he held himself back, he stopped himself.

Did you want him to lay with you?

Maybe you did – and maybe you feel worse about it, as you clean your… boyfriend. Sukuna has become your boyfriend, even though you’re married, and even that seems like a word not good enough. Was there anything better than being like this with him, aside from when you had both of them on you?

“How was last night?” He asks, husky now.

“He just slept in his room,” your answer is quiet, cleaning up his cheek carefully, tilting your head just a bit and studying the red streak on his face. “He wasn’t happy about your video, no, but he didn’t say much.”

“Surprised he didn’t beg to lick my cum out,” you scoff and roll your eyes at him. “Didn’t fuck him last night?”

“Not after we were… no, Sukuna, haven’t talked much to him today,” he hums, his hands slipping up your waist, lips pressing along your collarbone. Your hand entangles in his messy pink hair – damp with sweat, sighing a bit. “Would it make you upset if I had?”

“Him getting any part of you is insane considering he doesn’t deserve shit, but no. I would never be upset at you,” he grips you tighter. “Wanna fuck thoughts of him away though? Wanna pump you full of me instead? Yeah.”

“Kuna… when you talk that way…”

“You’re wet, hmm? Pretty lil girl, so slutty for me,” you tremble when he stands, hauling you up in his arms like it’s nothing, kissing you again, over and over. “Did that fight have you wet?”

“Yes,” you whisper, letting him set you down, he moans, spinning you around so that your hands brace against the cold metal of the lockers. He shoves your skirt up, spreading your thighs to find you over your panties, damp already from need. “Kuna!”

“Miss me already, brat?” He whispers, yanking them aside as he lifts you up, the heels you’re in making it just enough for him to bend down and plunge two fingers in your messy cunt. You can feel the heat of his body pressing against your back, feel him taking you over.

“Yes, Kuna,” he moans, teeth sinking into your neck, fingers buried knuckles deep, your plump pussy lips gripping him so good he moans out even louder. “W- want you.”

“Want me to fuck you right here?” he whispers those words, breath ghosting against your ear, tickling it, making you tremble. “Gonna fuck so many kids into you, would you want that, brat? All my babies inside, not his?”

“You’re so insane,” you mumble, he laughs then, gripping your chin as he moves his fingers up and down, knowing your every spot. “Kuna!”

“Would breed you over and over, fuck… imagine,” you’re lost in his filthy images of that – of you round with Sukuna’s baby, of your tits full as he mumbles it and squishes them. “Hah, how cute you’d look.”

You swallow nervously, “Is this y-your kink?”

Sukuna chuckles, a dark sound that makes your eyes roll back, the way he moves against you makes you feel so small compared to him. “Kink? Nah, never before you. None of this shit before you, losing my goddamn mind.”

“I… y-you…”

You can’t talk, not when he’s pushing you further, when the raw scent of him is filling your nostrils, the coolness of those old, beat up lockers rushing against your skin as his rough fingers fill you. His lips dragging, leaving little marks everywhere they roam, teeth sinking into your skin, sharp and biting.

“Want you to smell like me when you go back to him, want you covered in my hand prints, dripping with my cum,” Sukuna yanks those fingers out before you can hit your peak, pulling your hair back and groaning, cock heavy against your ass as he presses it through the thin gym shorts. “Not a kink, just what you fucking do, god what you do.”

You look back with drugged eyes now, hand reaching back to feel him, he hisses at the contact, pressing you further against the lockers, turning you right around and lifting you, hands gripping your ass. “Kuna I…”

“You’re still talking? I need you cumming,” his cock is heavy and leaking when he tugs it out, pressing right against your messy slit, stretched open just for him. “Have to fucking have you, now.”

“Need to tell you…” He chuckles at you, kissing you again, fat cockhead and that piercing just pressing on your slick hole. 

“Tell me what, brat?” His eyes are dark when he keeps positioned at your entrance, breaths coming quick. “Say it, use your words.”

You swallow nervously.

You’re gonna say it.

“I love you,” he pauses then, faltering at your words, you curse and shut your eyes, wondering if you’ve ruined the moment. “S-sorry it’s sudden and… but I feel so much and… it’s not fair to-”

“Shut up.”

You glare and he chuckles. “What!?”

“Shut up, brat,” he murmurs, softer then, cupping your face as he presses your back against those lockers.

“You… shut up, you… jerk!”

“I love you,” he answers now, with a laugh, shaking his head. “God I fucking love you, even if you’re not all mine, even if I have to share you with a dumb fucking twink that I hate.”

With one brutal, mean fucking thrust, Sukuna is buried fully inside you, so rough and the stretch so insane it’s a blur, his words, the desperation, the stretch of him.

“Feel me? Feel me fucking ruining you?” He whispers now, you just nod, tears spilling as you cry out, the sound echoing in the small space of the locker room, a mix of pain and overwhelming, sinful pleasure with him just pulsing inside you. “Who’s inside you right now?”

“You, Kuna,” your answer makes him laugh, a cruel sound, his lips against yours again. “You.”

“Me.”

*****

Sukuna

He doesn’t give you a moment to adjust like he should, like he usually does – not with your words ruining him, not with you destroying him. No, he instead sets a punishing rhythm in your tiny lil cunt, lifting you and dragging you right down his cock, the slap of his hips against your ass loud and obscene, the lockers reverberating and shaking.

Love.

Yes, Sukuna loves you – and no, it’s not pure, it’s not sweet or anything of the sort – it’s insanity, everything you put him through, the way you so utterly and effortlessly ruin him in ways that are never going to repair. If Sukuna can’t have you – even if he shares you – no one else can.

There’s no world in which he lets you go, not when you look at him with hearts in your eyes, with drool spilling from your lips, gasping out with your nails scraping uselessly against the sore shoulders of his, bare with them pressing in. “F-fuck… Kuna…”

“Yeah baby,” he groans softly, lifting your body like it’s nothing – it is nothing to him, you’re his to fuck, his to ruin, and he loves to do it. To use your body, and he knows you love that shit. “Love me usin’ ya? Fuckin’ cocksleeve f’me, pretty, perfect lil cocksleeve, hmm? For my cum, for my cock?”

“Yes,” you’re lost in it – you, once a good girl who barely kissed, becoming slutty for him, he loves every bit of the confidence in your gaze as you drink him in, as you spread your thighs as wide as they can go. “Y-yours…”

“My toy, huh? Mine,” he’s possessive then – even in moments he tries to act like he’s okay, like he’s sane, he can’t pretend when it’s raw like this – he can’t pretend like he doesn’t hope you’ll choose only him.

He hopes you fuck whatever frustrations it is out on that dumb fuck and come right back, that you’ll lose interest and stay his – toxic, maddening, infuriating – you, you, you. It’s all that’s spinning in his head like a madness, like a mantra as he fucks your cunt like he owns it.

He wants to own you. Every piece of you.

“Cunt got split open by me, hmm?” He whispers, a hand on your throat as he leans you against those lockers – you’re so sweet and pretty, even obscenely being fucked like this. You can only whimper in response, earning his soft laugh. “Can’t answer, baby?”

“Mnh,” Sukuna tugs your mouth open as he splits your cunt open like he says, as he buries himself, losing himself in your very scent, your everything.

“Open f’me,” he whispers, you so eagerly obey it’s precious as he leans so damn big over you, spittin right into your open, gasping mouth, letting that saliva just drip right down your lips. It’s filthy, degrading in other times, but with you? The spit feels like worship, like you taking him.

All him.

It’s all Sukuna could even think while he was in that boxing match, every other thought was just of you sitting there – of how he wanted you immediately, in the ring with every victory, but he can’t have you like that. It just makes him fuck you meaner, more desperate, but he knows what you can take.

“Swallow it,” he commands softly, and you do just that so fucking obedient and pretty, your throat working convulsively. “That’s it. All of me. Every fuckin’ part, hmm? Inside you.”

Sukuna fucks you desperately now, in ways he’s never been with a woman, how can he not be lost inside you? Bury his face in your neck, pounding your cunt with no mercy as she melds so pliantly to his shape.

“Made f’me,” he whispers. “This cunt is mine. You hear me? Mine – he can have you when I’m done, but you’ll always be mine.”

You sniffle at that, he wishes he could hold it back – wishes he could stay controlled and dominating, sometimes he can, usually he can. He wants to give you everything, but in this moment after his fight?

It’s all desperation.

You nod in response, gasping again. “Love… love you…”

“Yeah, do you? Love me, brat, love me fucking you like this?” You nod eagerly, h “Then cum for me, lemme feel her.”

“I’m s-so… I’m…”

“I know what you need,” he murmurs then, pulling out and having you desperate, hands trying to keep him there. He laughs softly, turning you and pressing your face against the lockers by the small of your back, lining his cock back up. “Arch.”

You do it perfectly, letting him line his cock back up, wrapping a hand around your waist and finding your twitchy clit, sinking right back inside. “Ah! Y-yes… there, please I’m…”

“I know your body, brat,” he whispers, knowing he’s showing that side he’s tried to hide so well, whispering in your ear as his rough fingers abuse that small lil clit. “You love this, don’t you? Clit is so needy. Cunt is so full. Feel me?”

He takes your hand, letting you feel that bulge as he wraps you tightly, bending down to sink right inside. “Yes, I feel you… I… Kuna!”

You shatter from one more roll of his fingertips on her, your body convulsing as he pushes you through it, as he whispers your name and loves it too much from his lips, those circles working over and over as your cunt twitches around his thick cock. Sukuna moans, feeling you milk him for all he’s worth, groaning out with you, your cunt squirting and gushing.

“There you go, who knows you?” He asks, voice hoarse.

He needs to hear it.

You’re weak when you answer – “You.”

He smiles against your neck, but it’s anything but a sweet one, it’s a possessive one, psychotic. “Who made you cum all over the fuckin’ locker room floor, has this messy cunt squirting all over, hmm?”

“You,” it spills easily from your lips as Sukuna pumps his cum inside you, burying himself deep as he floods your walls with his hot, thick release, coating every inch as he presses up on your clit, milking another orgasm from you.

“All me?”

You nod, but he can feel you shaking, feel your body and every bit of you weak against him as he presses further, making you take every little bit of his cum. “Too much, too much!”

“You can take it,” he whispers, laughing then softly. “You take it so well, like you were made for just this, hmm? Take me after every goddamn match, too.”

For a moment, you both just breathe and he hugs you too tightly, letting you come down as he pulses inside, even more cum flooding your needy hole, making you arch your ass, his fingers finally leaving your clit. He sighs, kissing up the side of your neck messy, up to your ear, as the two of you stand there.

There is so much he can’t put into words.

That he wants to kill your goddamn husband as much as he wants to make the dumb fuck worship you how you deserve, that he wants to be the one you love the most, that you’re much more than a ‘cocksleeve’ or ‘fucktoy’.

You’re everything and he’s terrified.

“Did you tell him you loved him,” Sukuna asks softly, you look back, eyes all dazed, he swipes drool from the corner of your mouth.

“No, you’re the first person I’ve ever said that to,” you admit, color dancing on your cheeks as he studies you – slowly pulling out, having you whimper at the loss, the filthy mess of his cum and your own slick begin to trickle down your thighs, the sight has him lost. Your thighs are shaking, head pressed against the lockers as he studies you.

“I’m the first person you’ve said it to?”

“Ever,” you admit softly, Sukuna moans at that, seeing just how rough he has been with you now, sinking to his knees behind you, his hands gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them wide.

Sukuna drags the hot, flat of his tongue against your cunt to lick a broad, possessive stripe from your clit all the way up to your other puckered hole, lapping up the creamy, white mess he just left inside you.

“K-Kuna!” you gasp at the sensation, your knees nearly buckling underneath if he didn’t hold you up in time. “You’re…”

He just hums against you, gathering more of his own cum and tasting it – salty and bitter to your sweetness. “Drinking us up. Us, baby. This is all us, every bit of this messy cunt.”

“Mhm,” he turns you now, so you look down at him, letting him lavish your abused cunt – the one that’s now had another man inside her. Fuck, he wanted to see it next time, he wants to see her stretch and know he can do better.

“Did he fill you this much?” Sukuna asks, looking under his long pink lashes, smirking as you tremble. “More?”

“He came alot,” you admit, he chuckles at that.

“Bet he fuckin’ did. Who wouldn’t?”

Sukuna will put more cum inside you – he’ll fill you so much Satoru Gojo is the last fucking thing you’ll think of. Yet you brush his hair back, crying out and arching, pressing your cunt more firmly against his mouth, Sukuna greedily swallows the squirt he gets from you with a hum against your pussy, swallowing his own creamy release right with you.

You’re screaming out, hands tugging hard at his hair – pulling at the roots to the point of sweet pain. “Come stay with me tonight, please? W-want you to…”

“You’re askin’ me to stay while I lick my cum out?” Sukuna smirks and chuckles, tongue licking the slick from our inner thigh. “Cute.”

“Answer me – you brat,” you tease, making him laugh again, thumbs brushing hints of blood against your skin.

“I wish I could,” he parts your lips, looking at his own mess, breathing against it and making you jerk. “I’ll be there tomorrow, okay? I promise I won’t leave you with his dumb ass alone too long.”

“Mmm…” your eyes flutter shut, rocking your hips rhythmically so that your slick drags all against his skin, his cock is already throbbing again. Then I’ll miss you tonight...”

“One night?” You nod and he moans, lavishing you up even more, eyeing how pretty you are when your head slams the lockers, when your thigh is thrown over his shoulder and he’s drinking every bit of his own cum from you.

As if Sukuna will let you forget him even for the night.

No, Sukuna needs you to remember him, even when Satoru Gojo – your ‘husband’ – is pathetically begging for you.

*****

You

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, swiping some of the fog from the mirror that night. Satoru had to go to a business dinner and is just walking in as you step out, thighs pressed together just a bit, seeing the way his eyes drift across you achingly slow, like a physical touch.

One time, they were cruel.

Then, they were hungry.

Now, they’re devoted almost, the way he exhales ever so slowly and loosens his tie at the knot, kicking his pretty, expensive ass dress shoes off at the door.

Fuck if your sort of husband wasn’t sexy.

“Enjoy the match?” He asks, voice edged with that sarcasm, but you don’t answer back that way.

“I did have a good time…” your cheeks heat up a bit as he undoes his collar, looking devastatingly handsome in the darkness of the evening.

“Bet you did,” he says, laughing and shaking his head. “Does he just deepen those marks every time?”

“Maybe,” you murmur, touching your throat carefully – as if Satoru hadn’t left his own, but Sukuna had sucked each one, like he’d mark you harder, deeper. You barely manage to hold it together as you talk. “Did you have a good dinner?”

“Was boring as shit with a bunch of old geezers and horny ass, middle aged women that want to get fucked,” he admits, hands in his pockets, walking over toward you.

“Oh, any pretty ones?”

“Yeah, some are pretty – but can’t say I paid much attention,” he admits, surprising you, words you never thought you’d hear. “Kept thinking about this girl I’m married to, knowing she was fucking a dumb, pink haired boxer.”

“I think you two like each other,” he snorts, standing in front of you now, tilting your chin up.

“Heard you got Jennifer a position with your family, it was a bit of talk at the dinner in fact.”

“I did, if that's okay?” He frowns now at you, jaw tensing a bit. “Was she that bad of a secretary?”

“She was fine at that I guess,” he admits, shrugging a shoulder, toying with a damp strand of your hair. “Why though?”

“I felt bad.” Satoru laughs without humor, you clutch your towel tighter. “I do.”

“Why the fuck would you feel bad for her?”

“She clearly was in love with you,” he blinks now as if you’ve said something insane. “You didn't know?”

“She loved sucking my dick, loved getting expensive gifts, and loved cumming. Not me.”

“No, she loved you… you don’t act like that for no reason.”

“Yeah no one does,” Satoru says, but before you can open your lips to say that cannot be true – he halts you. “No, that's not some ‘oh poor me’ shit, I just know that isn't what she felt.

You frown now. “Are you so unlovable to everyone?”

The question hangs in the air – once you thought Satoru was the world, then Satoru crushed your world, your everything – but now it was so hard to understand. Satoru was flawed, he was selfish, he was cruel and utterly immature – but there was more to him than what brimmed on that surface, and you knew it.

“Have you met me yet?” He shakes his head, sighing now. “Yeah I am, and I already know it. There is a difference between loving my cock, or my fingers…” He smirks a bit. “My sad method of eating pussy.”

“Satoru…”

“Difference between that and loving me.”

“Well, it's not only your cock I like, in fact…”

“You like my cock?”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes, holding the towel tightly – just for him to tug it even closer, pulling you near. “You’re not just that is all I mean. I am sure that there is a lot to you that…” you look away then.

“You hate me. Remember?”

You do.

Right?

You swallow now, letting him hold that towel for you instead, just that as the thin barrier between his body and yours, feeling his breath nearly against you, your heart hammering in your chest.

“I guess I forget a bit for a minute,” he trails his fingertips down your shoulder as you heart breaks. He almost looks boyish with his hair brushed back off his forehead, you can't help but step closer. “You couldn't have always been so terrible, there’s no way.”

He smiles and it’s a sad one. “I was born like that.”

“You're ridiculous, I remember getting to meet you as a kid,” he sighs, brows together. “You were defending this kid from getting bullied. And you said hi to me… you were sweet, if anything.”

“I wish I could remember that,” he says almost longingly, tugging you closer and leaning low, his lips far, far too close. “What am I allowed to do when you're mine, when your attention is just on me?”

“Allowed to do?” You whisper, as he steps back, fingers brushing across the terry of the towel. “I um… there are no rules or… there isn't a guidebook for this mess, Satoru. It's a mess.”

“It is,” he admits, sighing now, letting the towel fall and having his breath catch. “Fuck… you're so beautiful.”

Your answer is to tug him down and kiss him, letting him pull your body against his. Things still feel so tentative and new with him, with Sukuna you're declaring love, you're open.

Satoru it's scary.

You don't ever know what to say, what to feel, but it's there – cruel and merciless, the need for him to be so close. To be consumed as he praises you in ways you never thought he would, pressing your body so you feel his hard length underneath his slacks.

“Can I say that this time?” He asks, you swallow nervously, reflexively, looking right into those heart breaking eyes. “Can I say how I can’t even believe how beautiful you are?”

“If you mean it… I can’t believe that you…”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ mean that shit,” he whispers, lips pressing against yours over and over. “Fuck I can't stop thinking about it,” he shakes his head, cupping your face. “Was it the hate that made it feel so good? Was it just you?”

“I don’t know either…” You don’t have a clue what this is, when he’s lifting you and the towel is all gone, and he’s carrying you right to his bed – his bed – hovering over you, his lips drinking every cry. Your nails dig into his chest, making him moan, spreading your thighs and pressing his clothed cock on your slick, needy cunt.

“Is she already stretched out?” He murmurs softly, an insult – but you nod, he already knows Sukuna was inside you. “Does she need more cum inside?”

“Yes,” he blinks for a moment and you do too, heat dancing on your cheeks – you’re not sweet to Satoru, you can’t be. “Why are you still dressed? Like fucking me with your clothes on?”

“You’ve become so slutty, tsk,” he’s trembling a bit as he leans up, unbuttoning his shirt, showing you his hard chest and that abdomen, he’s not tattooed like Sukuna but there’s a little one on his ribs that your fingers brush, he sucks in a breath at the contact, his eyes locking on yours.

Just what did go through his head?

Was this some distraction until your inevitable end? Or did this mean something to him, did those kisses actually mean more than he could say? Why do you want it so goddamn bad – when Sukuna loves you, when that’s more than enough – why do you also have to want Satoru like this? Why do you feel this?

He’s yanking off his tie now, standing and undoing his belt, looking over every inch of you – you watch hungrily and eagerly as he tugs his pretty cock out, already leaking and dripping white, smacking his flat stomach and splattering against that white hair underneath his belly button.

“On your knees for me, sweetheart,” he’s never talked to you that way, you pause, on your elbows for a moment. “If you want, I’ll tie your pretty wrists, fuck you dumb, pump all that cum inside. Is that what you want?”

You don’t beg for it like you would with Sukuna, your answer is to get on your knees and turn, letting him press your wrists back, tying them as his breaths rush through him quicker. “Mnghh… I j-just…”

“You want that? Answer me,” he whispers as he is binding your wrists, tugging right at the knot. You’re even wetter when he tugs so hard that your wrists hurt, breasts rising and falling with your quick breaths, his lips against your ear. “Words.”

“Yes, okay? Yes…”

Did he need it from you, like you need it from him?

“Hah…” His laugh sends shivers across your spine, down the back of our neck. “Say you hate me.”

“I hate you,” there’s not enough there anymore, he tilts your chin and studies you, his other hand wrapping your throat, squeezing where Sukuna had earlier. “So much, too.”

You wish you hated Satoru – wouldn’t that make things better? Instead, you’re arching for his cock, begging for his touch, dying to be taken over.

Maybe you do hate him, for how fucking much you want it.

******

Satoru

“Yeah, that much?” He smiles just a bit, fingertips tracing down the curve of your spine, darting between to find your soaking wet cunt, moaning when he feels you. 

Satoru positions you so your ass is arched up, his other hand comes up to tangle in your hair at the nape of your neck, still damp from the shower and coating his hands in the fragrant remnants of your conditioner, like silk against his fingers. He inhales it pathetically really, pressing your face deeper into the pillows.

“Seen you arch for him, you can f’me, hmm?” He taunts, as if he doesn’t want to beg, as if he’s not desperate to have any of you. “Lemme see how good you can do.”

He expects and argument, anything other than you arching, he can’t help but groan and lean back, parting your messy cunt all abused from Sukuna earlier, but if anything it makes him more fucking feral. 

“Should fuck his cum out and fill you with mine, hmm?” He murmurs, laughing softly as he drags his fingertips up you. “Ready? Do I not need to touch you first?”

“Shut up and fuck me,” he laughs again – there she is, the mad girl who hates him, the one who makes this all easier to deal with.

Somewhat.

The inevitable fact that you’re going to fucking leave him – he doesn’t know how long it’ll take, but he doubts there’s a world he gets to stay. So he’ll be greedy, he’ll take every bit of you he knows he doesn’t deserve, stroking his already hard cock and biting down on his lower lip.

“Well I don’t see that mess, hmm?”

“He ate it out of me,” he pauses now, blinking just a bit.

Sukuna really was some fucking freak.

He never thought he’d be out freaked, but as it stands, that man is clearly filthy – though the thought of licking his own cum…

Fuck.

“Oh, how sweet of him – are we sharing you properly for now?” He taunts, leaning low and lapping a stripe up your slit, all clean and perfect from your shower. You whine out, he parts your folds to watch your clit twitch for him. “Mmm… almost like co parenting, but with a slutty lil wife instead.”

“Such a dick,” your voice is muffled by the fabric of the pillow you’re pressed against, he licks once more before spreading you wide and spitting right in your hole, the sight utterly filthy.

He remembers the first time he tasted you, on that counter when you let him lick your thigh, when Sukuna let him.

Let him.

Taste his wife.

Taste you – dangerously sweet — addictive like the sweets he loved when he was younger. Looking at the bubbly mess spilling when he shouldn't even be granted such a sight – yet here you were, spreading wide open for him.

“So eager for my cock, hmm?” You say nothing, just whining out again, the sound throaty and slutty.

He wants to say so much more, the dumbest shit that he should never think to utter out loud, barely holding it back. That when you look at him the way you do it ruins him in a way that is terrifyingly not only sexual.

His whole life women wanted him for his looks. His money, his power – and he let them think there was a chance, played their games and enjoyed their wet mouths, their cunts milking his cock. The way they were so devoted. 

You didn't want that.

You hated him, yet here you were.

“Beggin' to be split open by my cock,” he loves how you feel. He loves how pretty your ass is, how your pussy is fluttering just for him.

Yet all he can say is filth, he knows even calling you beautiful hurts you. 

He hurt you.

If only he could fuck away every memory of what he did, and fill you with what he wishes he could do.

Satoru leans over you now, cock gliding up and down your slit, the pink tip catching the gush that’s sliding out of your needy hole – watching you tremble as he presses your head down. 

“Fuck you in my bed,” he whispers, losing any tentative fucking control he has – it’s all out of the goddamn window with you. “I'm going to fuck every thought from your pretty head, do you want that, sweetheart? To be fucked dumb?”

“Yes,” he groans then, he can’t take it – how raw and real every bit of you as, he pushes into your tiny cunt and groans, easing as his head pops in, getting sucked by those tacky lil walls, the ones quivering right around him, begging for more. “Fuck, why do you feel s’good? God, I hate you for it.”

“Mngh…” You say nothing this time, not with your wrists bound, just gushing when he pulls back again, running his tip up and down until you’re about to cum from just that – he can tell in every way you tense, every movement you make.

“Need me inside?”

“Jus’ f-fuck me… you’re… ah!”

“Ask nicely baby,” he whispers, chuckling as he tugs your hair back, and you glare at him. “For me inside you.”

“You ask nicely,” he sighs, laughing and shaking his head.

“I begged last time.”

“You should every time,” Satoru moans at that, kissing you again as he brings you to your knees and plunges his cock inside – in one long, deep stroke, filling you and stretching you right there, making you gasp out, your head falling back.

“God…” Satoru groans, kissing down your neck, god you fit him so perfect – surely you’re made for him, even if he’s ruined it all, even if some other dumb fuck got you – he’ll enjoy every moment he gets.

Inhaling you.

Kissing you.

Fucking you.

Satoru loses his mind inside you – god how perfect – thrusting his cock so deep, balls slapping your clit, pressing you down and moving in and out faster, hovering over you as you cry out, helpless and so small in comparison to Satoru’s huge, long body. “I'm going to fuck you so full of me you'll forget what his cum even feels like, huh? Forget his cock, forget him.”

“Psycho, y-you…” a choked out little whimper escapes your lips as he buries himself deep, pressing you into the mattress, his weight heavy as you gasp out. He’s prone over you, cock moving faster, breathing out your name against your ear.

“I wish I could get in your head and rip out every fucking memory,” he whispers now, shoving his cock fully now. He doesn't move or let you move, even as you wriggle and beg, letting you feel every inch of him. “All me, want it all me… fuck you know you should belong to me.”

Your answers are muffled curse words as one of his big hands slides from your hair down to your throat, his long fingers wrapping around it and tilting your chin up, leaving you helpless underneath him squeezing at your pulse points. He feels it fluttering right underneath his thumb as you look at him with dazed eyes.

“Tell me how you don’t, how you never will be mine,” he begs it, as he kisses you in between words, squeezing your throat and swallowing every pretty cry you give him, cock steadily pounding even deeper in you. “Mmm, how many times will I even get this, get you like this?”

“Satoru…”

“Yes, call me that – fuck,” he’s not the ‘in control, dominant’ Gojo, even with your wrists bound and your pussy being railed by him, even with the way Satoru absolutely ruins your cunt until you’re breathless.

He’s not in control even if you’re being choked.

It’s all you, just a little whisper of his name is enough to almost make him bust, insane thoughts of breeding your needy cunt filling his mind – when he never even wanted that shit. But wouldn’t you have to stay, then? Wouldn’t you be bound to him forever if he could?

“Put a baby in you first – hah,” he laughs softly, watching the look of fucked out pleasure turn to shock, the drool slipping down the corner of your mouth. “How would you leave me then?”

“You don’t w-want that…” He moans right with you, squeezing harder now, fucking your pretty body into the matress, his other hand snaking down, finding your clit.

“Arch up,” you eagerly do, letting him find that pressure he already knows you love, pretty patterns on a clit he knows was licked on, sucked on, touched – he wishes it turned him off.

He wishes it didn’t make him want to fuck you better.

“That’s it, wanna cum, hmm? All over my cock like the pretty lil slut you are,” your answer is a whine, bound and helpless, obeying as he has your clit dripping down to the sheets, the sounds of his breaths and the rhythmic slaps even louder.

“Yes… ah!” Satoru’s lost in you, as he buries his face against the back of your neck, inhaling you, feeling your bound arms pressed underneath him.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, a cruel tone – but you peek at him, lips parted – looking in a fucking daze. “Does it?”

“Yes but…” you sigh, swallowing and then whining as his fingertips continue their assault, as his cock keeps stretching you out. “I…”

“Love it?” You say nothing, nodding, but he leans up and un ties them quickly, rubbing your wrist in his hand, pressing it up over that pillow and pinning it with his free hand, eyeing the marks, making him feral. “Has he tied you?”

“No,” you surprise him just a bit, but he squeezes your wrist brutally, continuing to fuck your tiny cunt.

How is it so perfect?

How are you everything he’s ever wanted, but all he did was push you? Fucking make you leave, make you do anything and everything to leave him, to make you think he didn’t feel what he did.

Now he hates himself even more – a special type of hate, truly. Perhaps part of him always has – but he doesn’t hate himself enough not to fuck you, not to taste you, not to make you shatter as he drags his tip against your walls, feeling you shatter. You cry out his name as you fall apart, letting him watch as 

Satoru stays pressed inside you, body taking you over as you shake, cunt making a drooly mess all across his fingers, your lashes fluttering – tears spiking at the ends of them. “Move, move…”

“Mmm… in a minute,” he whispers, just staying there – pressed against your cervix, he knows you’re stuffed full – he knows you can feel him. “Too deep, babu?”

“Mhm,” you whisper, but you arch back more, curve of your ass against him, making him chuckle ever so softly, clenching your cunt right around his length. “Move, sh-shit…”

"Who is inside you right now?” He whispers, posessive and sick – aren’t you a sickness, everything fucking about you?

Don’t you ruin him by existing, especially when you look at him, and his thumb is on your fluttering pulse, holding your chin up. “Would you ust… can you… move, fuck…”

“Who are you with now?" he asks, his hips finally starting to move. It's a slow, grinding rhythm, devastating in its intensity – each drag of his slick length against your walls feels like it's going to make him bust then and there, you’re almost impossible for him to handle, to take and act straight.

How he’s forming words is hard to even fathom.

"Who's inside you right now, making you squirt all over? Answer f’me… fuck, jus’ answer…"

"You," you choke out finally, tears spilling from your pretty, fucked out eyes. “You, god just…”

“Say it,” he whispers desperately, sweat dripping down your skin, slick as he moves even faster. “Don’t fuckin’ call me Gojo.”

There is a quiet moment and he pauses again, but you finally grip those sheets with your hands, still marked from his tie, shaking underneath him.

 "Satoru."

"Good girl," he murmurs – condescending he’s sure – he’s sure he sounds like a fucking dick when all he wants to do is praise you truly.

“Choke me,” you whisper then, using a hand to press his harder, he falters.

He wishes you didn’t know you loved that.

Yet all he can do is listen, is give you everything.

“Choke you, hmm? Wasn’t I?”

“No, really fucking do it,” he loves you.

God he loves you.

Squeezing his hand so hard with your own – so much smaller than Satoru’s huge ones, than his five inch fucking fingers that swallow your throat, letting you put that pressure you want.

“Really… choke… m-me – ah!”

“Like this?” He asks softly, his fingers pressing down harder this time – more pressure like you ask for – just enough to restrict your airflow, to make your head dizzy, fuzzy, feeling your cunt just contract right around him. “Like that, baby? Choke every little thought away?”

“Mhm…”

“You’re almost sweet like this, hah,” he’s taunting, but the way you give in is fucking addictive, as he squeezes harder and earns your cunt spasming right around his cock, tip dragging just so. "You feel that?

His pace picks up as you feel too goddamn good, becoming more desperate, more needy for you – all of you. Your answer is some incoherent mumble as his cock makes filthy fucking noises in your slutty hole, balls slapping hard on your clit – so full of his own cum.

"Feel how I'm filling you up?" He asks, knowing you can’t answer.

He loves hearing your cries, ruining you like he’s never loved anything else – never has being inside being someone felt like this, the devotion with every movement absolutely tearing him apart.

How much of him would be  left when he was done?

How much of you would be?

Could he fuck his cum so deep it replaces every goddamn bit of Sukuna?

He wants to.

“God I want it…”

“Want… mnh… wha- ah!”

You’re cumming when Satoru mumbles in your ear incoherently, words you don’t get to hear, ones you’re not meant to – “you to love me.”

*****

You

There is no hearing.

There is no thoughts while Satoru is pounding your messy cunt, one stretched open by a man you love, just to be filled by a man you wish you hate – no.

It's confusing – so fucking confusing, everything about Gojo choking you, about him stealing your breath as he strokes his cock deep – was it anything like Jennifer, like Chloe?

You shouldn’t be jealous, you shouldn’t care – you have Sukuna, and you know that shit is love, then why do you still want so badly for Satoru to want you, crave you, love you too? Why do you desire it all, the way he takes you over, the pain and the dizzying pleasure of every filthhy stroke?

He's hurting your throat, your cunt is trying it’s best to take him – there's a desperate edge to his movements, a frantic need in the way he's fucking you, the way his breath hitches against your neck, his whisper of your name He's not just taking you this time, he doesn’t just take and take – no, he's begging for more from you, breaking you piece by piece and putting you back together.

Satoru takes your breath away like Sukuna does.

But it’s cruel.

It’s mean.

Knowing this was all there – knowing he showed you how terrible he was instead, knowing for a month you watched him and waited, wanting to have this, fuck you didn’t even know this existed with Satoru.

“God, feel you milkin’ me… needy lil slut,” he eases his hand now, sighing as his cock slams deep –  pressing his forehead against the back of your head, his movements becoming erratic, desperate, losing their rhythm. “Made to ruin me… fuck what you do – god you feel s’fuckin’ perfect…”

“Don’t say that,” you plead, snuffling as he holds your throat again, his grip tightening and loosening as if he can't decide whether to possess you or break you – as if he doesn’t know if he should go easy or gentle.

“Don’t say it? God, I wish I didn’t need to,” he laughs in that cruel way you used to hate – but when he’s inside you, you love it. “I want to ruin you – I want to be the one who breaks you, the one you think about when you're with him.”

“Satoru… don’t fucking… say…”

Sukuna said it too, he meant that shit.

But you never thought that Satoru…

Do you want this, two men desperately fucking the memory of each other away? Ruining your body and mind as they fight over you, as they desperately take and take from you.

What will be left when they’re done?

Even filled with cock you wonder it – wonder how long they’ll ever want a girl like you, wonder why they do, to the point you tense, and Satoru realizes it, pausing, pulling out and making you cry out.

 He shoves your thighs up until they’re smushing your tits, and those thighs are trembling when his hands run over them.

“Do you wanna know what I really think, sweetheart?” Satoru asks, dangerous – his eyes dark, the ceiling fan whirling and brushing his long soft white hair over his brow. You swallow nervously.

“I can’t t-trust anything from you…” He exhales, cock dragging back up and down, up and down – fucking maddening. “Yes though… wanna… know…”

“I want to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight tomorrow,” he smirks, cupping your face. “I wanna fuck you so goddamn rough that every step you take reminds you of me – of my cock buried, of my cum dripping out of you.”

"You're so fucking confusing," you whisper, letting him sink back inside, your eyes rolling back in your skull as he leans over you with that heavy weight, folding you right in a mating press.

“Me, confusing?” He’s whimpering against your hair, your ear, fucking you so goddamn filthy, your blood rushing and mixing with his broken, husky voice.

The words next are what finally ruin you.

"Why do I want you this much? Why do I want to be the one who ruins you, that has you, that wants you? Why did I push you the fuck away – why? God, why do you fucking ruin my every waking moment…"

His hips slam forward harder, faster, folding you so in half he’s hard to take – you feel it then, your tears.

You're crying now.

It’s not the pain, the fullness, no – it’s the terrifying realization that this desperate, broken man might be just as dangerous to you as Sukuna is – that you might just be as in love with him. That all consuming love, the type you can’t feel for two.

But you know it, trapped in your throat as he leans up and his hands press so deep into your flesh, as it bruises those thighs.

You still love Satoru – no.

You didn’t love him before you knew him, you thought you did – now you have an all consuming love for two goddamn men.

Broken ones, like you.

Broken ones that you wish you could put back together, but you’re scared you’ll only rip them further apart. As he pauses and falters, stuttering hips, tilting his head and easing his movements.

“Look at you, crying for me,” he breathes out – almost cruelly – was it cruel?

Did you love it?

Do you love this?

“Is it because it feels too good, or because you hate how much you love it?” He makes you glare, teeth clenched together.

“Shut up and cum,” he laughs at that, you’re never mean – you’re sweet, but with Satoru he brings that shit out.

Sukuna brings it out too – the brattiness you never knew you could feel.

They both take so much from you, the bring so much out.

You fucking love them, don’t you? You love Sukuna who is good for you, and you love Satoru who is terrible for you – but you sure the fuck won’t admit it now, even as Gojo has you split apart on his cock and bent in half.

“It doesn't matter,” he whispers now, kissing you again. “You can just say you hate me, isn’t it easier?” You feel a tear slipping from the corner of your eye.

It’s easier.

Than admitting you love two men.

“I do hate you…” He kisses you deeper, moaning into your lips, as if he knows you don’t mean it.

I love you, I hate you, I despise you.

Satoru I hate and love what I became because of you.

Yet you say – I hate you.

"Say it again," he whispers. "Tell me those pretty lies about how fucking much you hate me."

"I hate you," you sob out those words – he knows what they are.

You do hate him – how can you not hate him for making you want this, for making you feel this twisted, destructive love when you're supposed to belong to someone else, someone who is devoted and loving?

How can you go from so unloved to feeling this?

“Want me to cum inside, hmm? The man you fuckin’ hate so much?” He asks now – Satoru and Sukuna give you this choice, in their own way.

They both do.

You want both of them.

You nod, and he laughs, pausing.

“Answer me.”

“Cum in me,” he moans then, falling apart and shattering – his white puffy ropes of cum replacing what was inside, shattering right with you and kissing you messy, desperate.

“Wanna put all my goddamn heirs inside,” he laughs, like he’s lost his fucking mind. “God I do – I wanna have so many babies, let them run our fucking families into the goddamn ground.”

“Ngh, psycho…” He’s just pumping now, slowing as he kisses you, as you try to catch a breath.

There was no breathing with him.

Just utter confusion when he cleans you after, when he brushes your still damp hair that has left his pillows wet, putting it up carefully as he stands behind you in that mirror.

Your hands grip the bathroom sink as you look up at him.

How long could you have them both?

Why could one not be enough, why are you greedy, terrible, split into pieces for men that hate each other – one who you should still hate – but the one who leans against you, staring at your fucked out reflection in the mirror. He leans low, and you feel his hard body against you, feel his hand delicately brushing your throat, smile on his lips.

“Guess I left my own marks,” he whispers, lips against your ear. “Do you like me tying you up? Choking you?”

“You’re just a freak,” you mumble, he laughs again.

“And you’re not? Was a good girl, a sweet, innocent one, now look at you,” he tilts your chin up, showing all those marks from both men. “Covered in us, full of us… answer me.”

“Yes I liked it,” you look into his blue eyes now, sighing. “It won’t be long though, right? You want the divorce so… this is what, some distraction?”

He pauses, faltering.

“Don’t answer…” You shake your head and go to turn, to be pinned to that sink by him, suffocating. “Gojo just…”

“Sleep in my bed,” you gasp, looking up at him now.

“What?”

“In my bed just…” He exhales and leans low, a hand on either side of you, until his pretty face is level. “Tonight.”

“Why?”

“I’m fucking asking you.”

“I…” you blink tears now. “When I saw her in your bed, nothing fucking hurt me more, Satoru. Nothing.”

He swallows now.

“I know Sukuna probably didn’t feel good to see, I know I’m not innocent or perfect – but I was trying, then. I tried so hard and you… you just rejected and…” You’re losing it, shaking as he holds you, even as you sob, even as you smack at him. “It hurt, it hurts… it still…”

“I know,” you feel his tears now. “I’ll give you the go as soon as you want, I swear to god just… please, a night. To hold you, even if I shouldn’t get it.”

“Gojo…”

“Please…”

“Satoru,” you finish, trying to pull it together, hardly able to think as you blink and look up at him – tears blurring your vision. “Why?”

“I don’t fucking know,” he admits, cupping your face. “I just want a night to hold you in my bed.”

“One,” you answer softly.

One.

One you say, as he pulls you close, and an arm wraps your waist, thumbs brushing up underneath your tits, running little circles, and you feel as comfy as you do with Sukuna. He texts you, and you pick it up, suddenly eaten by guilt – even if Sukuna knows, and he’s fine, this is so much.

It’s almost too much – being shared by two men, being torn apart.

Sukuna – I’ll be there in the morning, brat. You gonna make me breakfast or is the twink?

“He calls me that!?”

“Don’t read my texts,” you scowl back at him and he sighs, tugging you even tighter. “You called him a ‘dumb pink haired fuck’.”

“Well he is.”

You – I’ll make you breakfast, Kuna.

“I’ll make you breakfast Kuna – ow!” You’ve turned and shoved Satoru almost off the bed, and he can’t help but laugh.

And fuck if that doesn’t break you further, is cute ass laugh, the way he keeps going the more you smack at him, until you’re laughing too – despite yourself, despite everything, pausing. He holds your waist and swallows, looking into your eyes, a million words left unsaid between you – like a physical weight, you can feel it, all of it.

He lets out a breath, and you realize you’re straddling him, his hands darting across your waist.

“Is he coming for breakfast?” Satoru asks now, making you shift a bit, feeling him harden again impossibly.

“He is,” you say now. “Or we could go to his place?’

“No, he can come here,” Satoru mumbles, leaned up on his elbows – even in the night, his eyes are bright. “I wanna be all that’s in your fucking head.”

“Oh do you?” You murmur – so does Sukuna.

But you’re fucking torn.

“I wish I was, I wish I could fuck every memory away,” he brushes your panties to the side, moaning at the mess the men have made you as you cry out. “I could keep trying all goddamn night, but I know he’s buried fucking deep – so deep I can’t get him out.”

“You can’t,” you lean over him, even as he’s running his fingers across your sore cunt. “I love him.”

“I know you do,” he whispers, the energy between you both sickening as it is addictive.

Satoru – bright and pure – is the darkness.

Sukuna – dark and sadistic – is the brightness.

What are you?

“You can try all you want,” you taunt now, knowing you’re playing a dangerous game with him.

“Fuck you in your sleep?” He whispers, you blush and he laughs. “Oh… haven’t done that, sweet girl?”

“Sweet, thought you hate me,” he drags you down and you tug his lips open, curious then. “Open for me.”

“For you?” He smirks, but then he sees your eyes. “Oh… you’re trying to out freak me, hmm? Think it’s possible?”

“Open,” you whisper again, before spitting a little trail of saliva in Satoru’s eager tongue, his mouth wide and ready, he whines out as it hits, as he stays there underneath you, and you can’t help but feel powerful and that moment. “Swallow.”

Satoru’s adam’s apple bops as he obeys.

*****

“Ahem…” It’s early morning, and you’re utterly sore and aching when you hear it – your boyfriend Sukuna eyeing the mess you and Satoru are in his bed, swirling the house keys that he fucking made himself.

“Kuna!” You lean up now, grinning at him as he takes you in, smirking when he sees the choke marks and the little bruises on Satoru’s throat.

“Damn, what’d you do to the kid?”

“She’s a fucking psycho,” he mumbles, coughing as he wakes up, trying to tug you against him, burying his face in your neck. “Five more minutes.”

“Nah,” Sukuna climbs right in the bed and tugs you to him, smirking as he studies you. “Missed my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Morning, Kuna,” you whisper, kissing him sweetly, as his weight sinks the bed – feeling them both against you.

Satoru is hard behind you.

Sukuna is hard in front of you.

You’ve done a tiny bit with them together but not everything. Sukuna tugs down your top and moans at the sight of your puffy nipple, as Satoru’s kissing up your bare shoulder.

Trapped between a man you hate and a man you love.

Yet you can’t stop the way your ass pushes back, and your tits press up.

You want them both. 

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[madamechrissy]

Qifrey gives you special lessons <3

professor! qifrey x apprentice! reader

mdni - masturbation, talking you through it, lwk yandere/dom qifrey hehe - reader is 20's plus, no i'm not sorry that i'm ruined by this man and can't stop </3

You can't seem to make yourself cum tonight, no matter what you do. Pumping your fingers in and out of your needy cunt, right next to the room of your teacher - Master Qifrey, at that!

Oh but if he ever knew you were such a slutty, traitorous apprentice!

How can you not ache around him, especially when you saw the way that tight black shirt just fit his body when he ended up wet earlier? You'd gone and utterly ruined a spell - you cannot draw a circle as well as the girls here much, much younger. It had splashed him directly!

Fuck he was angry, but he softened, pulled himself together, smiling at you kindly like he always did.

Maybe you didn't want him to be kind, though. Maybe you loved how he looked when he lost control, picturing just how stern he could be instructing you to arch for him.

"Mnh!"

You can't seem to manage to make your needy cunt feel any better, these little pumps are hopeless. You're a sheltered girl so it's just angling, pressing up and down, trying to make anything feel good enough to release this pent up tension.

What if he instructed you to spread your thighs wide? To let him-

"Ah! Fuck," you grumble in frustration, tossing your pillow on the floor when the door gently knocks. You stumble and fall right out of the bed, tangled in a mess of sheets.

Well, shit.

"Ahem, one moment!" You are trying to right yourself when the door opens - and there he is, fucking shirtless aside from his open robe, tilting his head at you. "I woke you!?!? Oh I am terribly sorry I...."

"No, I was already up," jerking his cock to your muffled, pathetic little noises, but he couldn't cum himself - not when he knew you required his help! His instruction.

Who was he but your teacher in all things? Though youre a grown woman, where he got you from you'd not known more than how to sew and cook, he had even taught you to read. Now, you clearly need his help, standing with that gown all rumpled, as he shuts the door with a quiet click and walks forward.

His heavy steps creak the floorboards as you sit, your thighs smushing just so with the action - and that's when he sees it.

Your inner thigh glistening - the soft flesh has just a slick trail of your own arousal.

Qifrey turns for a moment, tall shadow casting across your door - a cute lil blush dancing on his cheeks as he gets it together. "Do you require my assistance, love?"

"To sleep?" You ask quietly, sighing. "No. I have the stones that..."

"Sometimes other methods help more," he turns back around, wondering if he has been imagining the lust in your gaze until now. It's achingly clear. "Effective."

"Oh, could you show me, please?" You are so sweet when he walks over, spreading your thighs and eliciting a filthy whine - he bets you'd do anything he told you to.

Would you drop to your knees and suck him till tears spilled from your pretty eyes?

Let him pump your pussy so full of cum you can't even wall the next day?

Let him fuck it back inside so he can make sure you smell and taste like him?

"Shh, you'll wake the girls," he whispers softly, tilting your chin up. "Perhaps I'll have to keep your pretty mouth shut if you cannot."

You love the sound of that.

Instead, you bite down on your lower lip, letting him slip up that gown, the soft silk gliding right up your thighs. "Spread them and place your feet on the bed."

There it is.

The dark voice that fucks you up, that ruins your senses, you obey so eagerly he laughs, eyeing your puffy pussy.

"Poor, pretty lil cunt, all tortured hmm? You've rubbed it everywhere wrong, tsk," he glides two fingers down that mess, watching you twitch as he spreads your cunt, moaning at the pretty color inside.

Perhaps your pussy is his favorite shade.

"You have more than enough to aid in this endeavor," he teases, pulling back and putting his soaked fingers to your lips. "Suck."

You wrap your lips and bob your mouth up and down, earning his hum of satisfaction- his soft white locks fall across his brow just so, glossy lips smirking with a darkness to that blue gaze, making it almost black.

"Show me, how terrible you were doing," you touch your cunt and he sighs. "Pathetic, love... really, you're trying so hard. You need my help?"

"Badly, please," you admit, he takes your fingers and puts them right in your twitchy clit, candlelight flickering and making him look so insane, his grin, his eye narrowing. "Please..."

"So desperate for your teacher's touch, mmm?" Your answer is to arch your hips, letting him guide your fingertips. "Little circles here - can you feel her jumping? She loves this. Hmm?"

You answer is to arch, slick dripping down your fingers and his own as he hovers over you, bracing himself with one hand, hearing your cunt squishing obscenley.

"Answer, you use those words for me, hmm? Yiu can be good for me."

"Love... mhm!" He laughs softly.

"Cute," he murmurs, clicking his tongue and taking your free hand, putting it on your tit as those glasses fall down the bridge of his nose. "Play with those nipples, I bet they ache so."

You obey so eagerly he can't help but be proud of you, tugging on a nipple over the fabric as his fingers leave yours.

"Don't whine, love, you've got it... those circles, faster, mmm look how good you're listening. Shall I help?"

You spread wider, eyes fluttering shut when he leans back, pushing his fingers down to find your quivering hole and pressing right in, filling you so full he almost brushes that puffy cervix.

"Ngh! M-master... Qifrey I...." he gently smacks your cheek, shaking his head.

"Shh. If you want me to help you learn, you must be a very good student. Can you be?"

"Mhm!"

"Good girl," he's leaned over you now, lips moving across your throat, tracing your collar bone when you pause your little movements. "Ah - ah, did I inform you to stop?"

"N-no, ah!" He slaps your cheek again.

"Eyes on me," you flutter them open. "That's it, focus. Good, doing so exceptional, aren't you, pretty?"

You're lost in his fingers pumping, his gaze locked, lips threatening to clamp down on yours, all while you keep toying your clit, little cries and the clicking of the side to side motion even louder in your ears, already rushing with your racing heart. You feel it, the tension, coiling in your tummy as he makes you stretch.

"Tiny cunt would need so much work to take me," he murmurs, clicking his tongue just a bit, pushing those two fingers apart to test those tacky little walls. "Don't worry, I'd make sure she was ready - she's just too pathetic and small right now, hmm?"

You nod, you'll agree to anything really when it's from his lips, when he's laughing and smiling almost sweetly, splitting you open with two fingers as your own falter.

"Aww, close, hmm? It's all right, you can cum, darling," he whispers, pressing a cute kiss on your nose like he's not ruining you. "Go ahead, let me feel her."

You shatter, squirting all over his hand, splatteriing against his bare chest and making him moan, you're so wet you're slipper, fingers falling off for him to suck into his mouth.

"One more, hmm? Just for me? You can, can't you?"

"Y-yes, one... more... ah!" Qifrey wrings every fucking drop of wetness from your cunt until you're twitching, cramping, overstimulated to the point of crying.

"Oh look how pretty," he muses, lapping at a tear with a soft sigh. "Look at you, crying for me - aww, you came so much. Should I help clean you up, lovely?"

"Y-yes, please," so sweet, so pliant his student - you're his favorite one, if he played favorites, if he showed it outside of here - but for now, he must not. He cleans you up carefully, tucking you in and kissing your lips, letting your juices spill into your mouth. "Mmm... don't go..."

"I'll wait for you to rest then," he muses, sitting next to you as you yawn, eyelids heavy. He caresses your cheek, awaiting the moment he could sink his cock into your cunt - your mouth, all your holes, really.

They should belong to him.

Don't you?

"Rest, pretty student," you snuggle up, not wanting him to leave, especially when he leans down and murmurs in your ear. "Should your next lesson be in your sleep? You're most willing and open to learn all sorts of things, then."

He may think you're asleep, but you can't help but smile when he snuffs out your candle - you think you'd love any lesson.

Qifrey can't help but jerk his cock the moment he's back in his room, spilling those puffy little drops of white cum, picturing the next time he'd get to feel you. It's not as if he hasn't been watching you sleep since the night you got here, after all <3

He just cares so, so much for you.

****

nghhh he needs somno too - also i am working on 2 w/him and toru hehe

[madamechrissy]

you belong with me

You were friends with him from birth - the boy across the street, Satoru Gojo. However, you lose touch in college, but finally you're going to the same school! You have a love letter written, but you find Satoru - the football captain - is dating the top cheerleader. And she hates you. You're the girl who doesn't really get noticed, the girl in the bleachers playing the clarinet, watching Satoru score a touchdown and kiss his girlfriend. It hurts, but you try to stay uninvolved, but you're watching the boy you knew hurt. Can the two of you have a friendship anymore, and does he feel the same way as you?

pairings - football star! gojo x band geek! reader

warnings - angsty, emotional, hurt comfort, smutty, Satoru and Suguru kissing all up on reader bc nghhh, oral (f receiving) hand jobs, cum drinking, kissing, fingering, squirting, lil hints of insecurities in Satoru and reader, Shoko being sexy, Suguru being a lil freakkk, Sarah being a hoe. Enjoy!!

this is absolutely based on the T Swift song <3 Part of @indiewritesxoxo series event!

art by @/Jan on X!

<<<part three

part four

“I think I’d need more… kisses from you,” your answer is just a little tease to Satoru – he hates that he’s not the first to claim your pretty mouth, but he can’t help but think he’d be the first to fuck between them.

“Another one, hmm?” You nod, blushing all cute, Satoru moans and captures your lips once more, tongue slipping in all messy, gliding against yours, your tits pressed right against Suguru’s chest.

“Mmm…” he drinks your whines with his mouth, swallowing every cry, lost in everything about you so much he forgets about his damn friend.

“Fuck,” his whisper is husky from his lips, before turning and kissing down the curve of your neck when Suguru captures your lips once more – it is his perfect opportunity to get you and Satoru doing something. But he couldn’t help but at least be a teeny bit involved.

As a best friend to both of you, of course.

He turns your body to face Satoru now, brushing your hair back off your shoulders, his own and sneaking around to lift your top, showing your pretty tits that just bounce right out for Satoru’s view. He swears the man’s eyes almost pop out of their skull when he gets a look at you, his lips parted, damn near drooling.

Suguru chuckles just a bit and kisses down your shoulder, his arms wrapping you and pressing your pretty tits up for Gojo’s hands, feeling you tremble in his hold ever so slightly.

“Should make it up to her, being such a distant little jerk,” Satoru laughs without humor, cupping your breasts and watching your eyes dilate, feeling their weight in his hands. “Shouldn’t you?”

“I really should,” he murmurs, looking up at you under his lashes, leaning down to place a kiss right on your breast, teeth nipping the delicate skin.

“Ah!” Your hand entangles in his silky white locks, you’re still sleepy and trying your best to wake up, breaths coming in shallow little pants, Satoru’s mouth wrapping your nipple, eyes looking under your lashes.

“You like that, princess?” Suguru asks softly, his lips pressing against your ear, tongue slipping across the shell of it, you tremble and nod, leaning your head back to have him kiss you again.

“Y-yes,” his thumb brushes across the side of your breast as Satoru pulls back with a messy pop.

“Like my mouth on your pretty tits?” Satoru asks softly, you bite down on your lip, nodding in a jerky little motion.

“Mnh, I do…”

He’s sucking them again, seeing Suguru cup your other one gently, brushing the areola with his thumb and making it perk right up, the sight about setting him the fuck off. It's not like him and Suguru haven’t shared – they have, but he’s never been more mad about his best friend and how much you seem to enjoy his touch.

You’re arching into it, head falling back against Suguru’s chest, pressing your tits out even more for Gojo to bend down and kiss. He glares when Suguru kisses your mouth again, biting your nipple hard to gain your attention again.

“Mnh – ow, Toru!”

“You weren’t paying me attention,” you giggle, all breathless and dizzy, cupping his face with a shaky hand.

“C’mere then,” you can’t believe you are being this bold, tugging him up a bit and capturing his lips again, the kiss is beyond butterflies, though – it’s intense, making you ache as you sigh into his mouth, melting between the two men.

Satoru’s fingers are slipping down your tummy, feeling it tense underneath that soft touch, you’re whining out into his mouth, the sound muffled, body arching against Suguru again. He moans in response, length pressing against the small of your back, slipping your shorts aside for Satoru’s fingers to graze your slit.

Goosebumps raise on your skin when the cool air of the room hits your overheated pussy, eyes fluttering shut as they take turns kissing and touching your body. “Mnh!”

“You’re soaked,” Satoru murmurs in wonder, slipping his finger through that syrupy mess with a careful little touch, Suguru’s fingers dart down to graze your clit now, making you jolt.

“You are soaked, hmm,” Suguru Geto is just leaking pre, trying to remember very hard that you’re Satoru’s girl, but he can’t help but run his fingertip along your clit, you’re just so needy and cute.

“Ah! S’good I…” His firm patterns are making it twitch, your juices pouring down both their hands as they work you. Satoru kisses you messy and needy, Suguru tugs your face to him, stealing kisses again.

Satoru hates how hot it is to see you like this – but it’s also fucking infuriating.

He has no right to be upset, he should just be fucking thankful he can touch you, kiss you, but he hates that Suguru did first. His thumb circles your nipple slowly, mouth leaving marks across your bare shoulders, toying with your clit right along Suguru, the two of them overstimulating you.

“Ngh! So sensitive I-” Your words are cut off with a little whimper, those soft thighs are trembling as you pull back from kissing Suguru, a trail of saliva dissolving from your lips.

That look you have – the pretty, dazed one? It’s just too much for Suguru – if he doesn’t go he’s absolutely going to cum in his pants, especially when you’re jerking against their hands, spilling even more slick down between the two of them. Those sounds you’re making as your hand entangles in his hair, reaching back to look up at him too fucking pretty?

No he can’t keep going and hear for the rest of his life that he fucked Satoru Gojo’s love.

Suguru pulls back and clears his throat, tilting your chin up to press one more kiss on your lips, you blink a bit dazed and curious, and Satoru? Well he is just scowling right at him, earning his amusement.

“Suguru?”

“I think he’s being all needy, he gets pouty you know,” he brushes your hair back and smiles lazily at you, as it starts clicking in your mind.

You look at a clearly furious Satoru, giggling a little bit at how cute that scowl really is. “He does get pouty, huh?”

“Hey, excuse me!” You heat up as you realize just what Suguru is doing – telling you to go for it with Satoru, despite maybe enjoying those kisses a lot.

“I’ll study another time with you two, I don’t think you’re in the headspace for it,” his eyes can’t help but drift across your body longingly for just a moment before he leans against Satoru, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Don’t fuck this up, she’s got me and Shoko after her too.”

“I won’t, shit,” he laughs and walks out, leaving you alone with Satoru Gojo – whose eyes are black with need, his hands trembling as they cup your face, kissing you deeper, needier, whimpering when your hands touch his bare chest. “God you’re just so fucking beautiful.”

Your breath catched, lashes lowering. “Toru…”

“Don’t,” he cuts you off, picking you up like it’s nothing, you gasp and hold onto around his neck, thighs on either side of his hips. “Don’t say you’re not, when you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

“You can’t mean all that,” you get emotional even as your body responds, and he lays you right back on the bed, kissing down your throat, every inch of your body is on fire, signals flaring to your brain and body.

“I do, and seeing you kiss him? I fucking hated it,” you suck in a breath, he’s leaning right over you. “Even when I was with her, all I could think of was how I wish it were me kissing you, and how it never could be.”

“Satoru…” He kisses you quiet, tugging your shorts down, your thighs tremble when they fall to your ankles, he tosses them right to the floor, taking your fingers and kissing them. “Are you sure you want to… do more?”

“What a fucking question,” he laughs softly, shaking his head and leaning up, his hair falling over his brow. He takes your hand and slips it down until you find your twitchy little clit, you suck in a breath, hips bucking up against both your hands.

“B-but you’re hurt, I don’t want to do this at the wrong t-time – mnh!”

“No sweetheart,” he sighs, shaking his head and kissing you again, guiding your fingertips just a bit. “I feel better than I have in years.”

“Because of me?” You whisper, he nods, sighing and then looking down at where your pretty pussy is.

“Touch yourself f’me, sweetheart, I’ll show you what to do. And not as a ‘friend’.”

You blush so cute then, doing as he asks, he’s kissing across your tummy, teeth nipping at your hip and sinking in, guiding your finger into little circles.

“Not as a friend?”

“No, ‘best friends’ really doesn’t describe how I feel right now,” his teeth sink into the flesh of your thigh, fingers brushing your twitchy clit right with yours.

“Oh g-god, Toru please…”

“Aww, do you like my fingers better?” You nod eagerly, and he damn near cums when he sees your cunt drooling on his hand, his cock thickening and leaking pre against his boxers, he has to rub it with his free hand to relieve some of the ache. “Then make yourself cum, and I’ll use them on you next.”

“Th-this is a very interesting – ah – teaching method,” he chuckles, sighing when he’s down between your thighs, looking at your pretty pussy.

“You’re perfect, s’perfect,” he hums, his breaths coming faster at the sight of you glistening for him, your smaller fingers on your clit. “Keep rubbing it.”

“F-feels so…” Your words are broken off with a moan, you feel your clit just jumping on your fingertips, Satoru’s watching you and almost is your undoing.

“You’re doing such a good job right now,” he whispers, urging you on with a sweet little peck right on the inside of your knee, his snowy lashes lowered as he studies you with black, lust filled eyes. “Keep running little circles, let me see if you can make yourself cum.”

“I’ll try but – mnh!” He parts your plump lips and watches your little hole pulse around nothin’, making him throb and thicken –  imagining her around him.

God, imagine taking you first, making you his.

“Toru…”

“Mhmm,” he spits right in your hole and your hips jerk im response. Satoru watches the saliva slip down and out, slipping across your ass, he takes your fingers and slips them down to swirl in the mess. “Put them inside, now.”

“C-can’t,” you’re a blushing mess, he’s studying you so intensely – the boy you’ve dreamed of forever close enough to lick your pussy, you don’t even know if that’s something that’s done aside from hearing things.

Did Satoru do that?

Do you want that?

Of course you do… but would you taste okay!? How’s it all look to him and-

“Breathe f’me,” he orders softly, as if he can see your mind racing, watching you slip your fingers sliding against your own pussy. “That’s it – I’ll replace them with mine once I see you put yours in, you should learn your body.”

“I’m so nervous,” you gasp out when your own fingers press inside your slick, needy hole, looking at Satoru and biting down on your lip. “W-want yours…”

“Want my fingers inside?” You nod weakly, blush dancing across your cheeks brightly, he’s struck with how pretty and sleepy you look in your bed, how your hair falls across that pillow, how your cunt is loud, the squishing echoing in his ears. “Want my tongue inside you?”

“Your t-tongue?” His lips quirk up, guiding your fingers down, the heel of your hand on your clit.

“Know how long I’ve dreamed of this?” You suck in a shaky breath as he spreads your thighs wide. “Fuckin’ woke up leaking precum.”

“You dreamed of me?” You can’t even believe that – it seems too surreal and insane, that Satoru could have ever felt the same. “Toru…”

“You’re close,” he whispers, looking at your body. “I feel your body tensing, feel you shaking. I can see it all over your pretty little face.”

Your head falls back, eyes rolling back in your skull as you sink against your little bed with his weight pressing on your hips, your fingers fucking your own cunt for his hungry eyes. “Ngh! I’m so… it’s too much pressure…”

“You’re about to cum, sweetheart,” he kisses hungrily up your thighs, eyes a devastating blue, his lips glossy from his tongue. “Let go, lemme watch you.”

One more pump and you’re gushing down your own hand, trembling and gasping out, Satoru watches you fall apart with a hungry gaze, moaning at the sight of you shattering for your own little hands. He takes your fingers and slips them into his mouth, sucking them in and hollowing his cheeks, tasting your sweetness and letting his lashes flutter.

“God you taste like that,” Satoru loved to please – but he never ached just to eat pussy – you didn’t have to touch him, he could just cum drinking your sweetness, hearing your little huffs and whines.

“Taste g-good?”

He laughs just a bit at your nervous question, nodding and leaning over you, his own hand trailing up your thigh, finding your slick heat and making your back arch off the bed. “Taste so fuckin’ sweet, god just look at you.”

You gasp as his long fingers explore you with practiced movements, parting your folds and easing one in, the initial stretch way more than two of yours – Satoru’s fingers were thick, long, with slight callouses from years of football. You moan out as that digit moves in and out, your cunt gushing even more liquid down, the stretch from just that delicious.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he knew you would be – but you’re hardly taking one, his fingertip curving up in your gummy walls that are just quiverin’ right around it. “Can you take two of them  in your tiny lil cunt?”

Fuck, you never thought Satoru Gojo would be fingering your slick, needy hole, talking like that to you, his lips coated in your juices. Even your dreams couldn’t conjure it up, the way he’d talk to you so filthy, how his finger would be soaked in you, his tongue glossy from your kisses.

You’re sensitive as fuck – those thighs press on either side of his hand as he makes you tremble. “Ngh!”

“Hold those thighs apart f’me,” he orders softly, you spread them – all shaky like your breaths, easing a second one inside now – ever so slowly – the stretch burning in the sweetest way as he studies you with those eyes. “I won’t hurt you, I’ll only have you cum, yeah baby?”

Baby.

He’s calling you that – it is going to fuck with you, the sweet sentiment like honey from his pretty pink lips. You can’t even answer you’re so overwhelmed – him sliding them inside to the first knuckle, just barely inside those slick walls. He’s delving into that syrupy mess as your ceiling fan whirls above your head, doing nothing to ease the heat flooding your skin. Rushing through your body with signals of desire, cunt getting so wet you can hear the squelch as they drag through.

“That feels so, so, s-so – Toru!”

"Yeah, does it feel good, baby?" he asks with a little smirk, curling his fingers just right to hit that spot that makes your vision blur, you suck in a breath through your teeth as the pressure hits so sweetly.

You can only nod, words failing you as pleasure courses through your veins, white hot and blinding. Your entire body is heated up, every nerve ending on fire. His other hand slides up your ribcage, slipping up to grip one of your tits, squishing it in his hand, the peak pressing against his palm as your back arches right off the bed.

How is it possible to feel this good?

 “Words, sweetheart.”

Fuck.

“Feels s’good,” you manage to whisper out, Satoru’s lost in how you feel – your scent, how pretty you fucking look, his teeth sinking into your thigh with a sharp bite. “Ah!”

"I've wanted this for so long," he confesses softly, kissing the hood of your clit, groaning when he tastes you. "Wanted to be the one to touch you like this."

"Toru..." You can’t take him talking like that, he’s kissing lower, right over your twitchy clit, making you gasp, your hands flying down to tangle in his soft hair. “Y-you’re… Toru…”

He chuckles softly, the vibrations against you making you throb with need, pulsin’ right around those fingers. "Want me to eat this pretty pussy?”

You nod all quickly, thighs shaking as he shoves them up and pulls his fingers out with a messy pop. “Y-yes I… if you want?”

He snorts at that, shaking his head, dragging you by your hips so your pussy is spread wide for his face. "Do I want to? Sweetheart, I've been waiting for this forever."

“You have?” You’re suddenly trembling violently, heart racing at his words, eyes catching his. “Really?”

“Yes really,” his tongue flicks your clit, just that having you jolt.

Then he dives in, his tongue flattening against your clit and coating the sensitive thing with a wet stroke. Your eyes roll back, a broken moan tearing from your throat. He's not gentle after the first couple of flicks, not when you’re clamping your thighs down, your hips shoving up against his face, sweetness slipping down his throat.

No, Satoru can’t take how badly he wants this, wants impossibly more of you, to be inside of you, on top of you, fuck you in every position he can think. Take you first, feel your innocence slip down his cock, the thoughts are even filthy than his mouth sucking your tiny clit and humming, feeling you tense and tremble.

Satoru starts devouring you like a man starved. His long tongue circles your clit with practiced strokes – so practiced you hate Sarah even more for getting this – petty and terrible of you.

But how can you not want it to just be you, when he’s flicking it mercilessly before sucking it into his mouth again, eliciting filthy little sounds from the back of your throat you’d never think could come from you. Pornographic moans escaping those lips, urging Satoru on more to slurp you right down.

"Oh god, oh god," your hips jolt up against his face, Satoru’s wrapping you with his strong arms, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your thighs as he continues to slurp you down. “Toru! Mnh!”

“Mmnph,” he pulls back and spits a glob of spit right on that cute lil clit, moaning at the sight of it spilling down puffy lips. “Like that, sweetheart?”

“Like isn’t the word…” he chuckles, his tongue dipping lower, swirling around your entrance before pushing inside, those tacky walls just gripping him. “You’re… f-fuck! Mnh!”

You feel your entire body heating up from the sheer onslaught of Satoru’s mouth on your cunt –  wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out fill the room, mingling with your desperate cries that just echo in both of your ears.

"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak and eye you – pupils blown out, glossy lips parted just so – he’s achingly pretty, sliding his fingers back in and humming, leaning over you to kiss your lips, letting you taste yourself. “So fucking sweet."

Your moan is drank by his lips as he slides two fingers back inside you, curling them to hit that perfect spot, watching your face contort in pleasure, your head resting against the pillows, sinking against them. “Close, close!”

“Again, sweetheart?” You nod quickly, he moans and kisses your lips, nipping your lower, sliding back down your body. “Then make me a mess, squirt all over my face, huh?”

You’re blushing at his words, sucking in a breath as his tongue returns to your clit, flicking against it and working with those fingers till you shatter – oh and it is utterly different from that guided masturbation. Satoru’s fingers have you squirting so much you almost push his damn fingers out, he presses in harder and curves them – pushing you through it and into another.

“Ngh! M’so… Toru…” You’re weak and shaky as they rock through you, eyes rolling back in your skull, cunt dripping down on your blankets. “Fuck… fuck…”

“Mmm,” he pulls his fingers out with a messy squelch, the trail of slick falling from them, slurping up the rest of it, moaning as his tongue runs up and down your slit.

“Sensitive – ah! Too much!” You tug at his hair, pulling it at the roots, Satoru chuckles and leans up, hovering over you, his face embarrassingly coated in your juices. “Oh god I made such a mess.”

“You sure did,” you playfully push his chest, he’s laughing softly, kissing your lips and moaning.

“Taste how sweet you are?” You nod shyly, biting your lower lip as you hold him tightly around the waist, blushing and burying your face. “Hey, look at me.”

“I’m freaking out,” you admit softly, feeling him tense.

“Do you regret it?”

“What!?” You pull back and see how tense he is, his eyes unreadable for a moment. “No, god not at all Satoru! I just meant that it was very intense, and I don’t want to be stupid.”

“Stupid how?” Your lips tremble then, cupping his face and frowning.

“Why on earth would I regret anything with you?”

“I just,” he trails off, and you see it then.

How much fucking damage she did. You've never hated a single human being until Sarah, the way he could ever think this was regrettable shatters your soul. You just want to see Satoru smile again.

“Why’d you forgive me so easily?” He asks, kissing your temple, you exhale and shut your eyes, letting him press his lips on tnose closed eyelids.

“You did nothing wrong.”

“I let my best friend go for a girl, so yeah, I did.”

“It was hard for you, and I feel if anything I messed things up.”

“God no,” he brushes your hair from your brow, just a bit damp from your exertions, kissing it and sighing, his eyes shutting as he inhales your scent. “I should thank you, shit.”

“I think you did thank me,” he chuckles and shakes his head, eyes glittering with a smile – just like the boy you knew.

Your heart aches.

Your Satoru – but… could he be yours? What did any of this really mean?

“This is an odd time to ask but,” he lays on his side, tugging your body against his, you’re utterly naked, but it’s comfortable with him, the way he holds you feels perfectly natural. “Homecoming. Wanna go?”

“She’ll kill me!”

“Nah,” he shakes his head, nuzzling your neck, inhaling you. “Still wear the same body spray, huh?”

“How could you remember that?”

He says nothing.

How could he not remember?

There is still so much he should say – but how far is too far? And was it entirely too soon, would you feel like some rebound when you’re not? But wouldn’t it seem that way to you…

“It’s in a week, we’ll go on a date first – or five,” you giggle now, a hand against his chest, feeling his heart beat thudding against your palm. “Hmm, you think we should?”

“I’d love a date,” your lashes lower, he tilts your chin.

“Look at me,” you do so carefully. “I won’t let her hurt you.”

“I know you’ll try, but you’ll have to see her a lot too,” you shake your head, tears hitting your eyes. “I can’t let her hurt you, take your smile again.”

“She won’t,” you wish you believed it, thumb brushing his lower lip carefully, staying quiet as he tugs you against him closer, a hand on the curve of your ass, he moans when he feels it. “God you gotta ass like that?”

“Deviating the topic!” He sighs and smacks it just a bit, making you squeak all cute as the smack echoes in the room. “Seriously.”

“I swear she can’t affect me,” you frown. 

“I saw what she did, in front of that restaurant – what if she kisses someone at the next game, homecoming?”

“I couldn’t care less, I have you – I mean,” he blushes just a bit then, clearing his throat. “I want you.”

“I want you,” he sighs, your hand slips lower, and Satoru barely bites back a moan, capturing your wrist in his huge grip.

“You waited twenty one years to do anything, even kiss…” you nod, a shy little motion. “You sure you’re ready for more?”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to go… fully just yet? But I thought I could make you cum, too?”

“You’re gonna kill me,” he mumbles, your thumb brushes over his tip – white already leaking through his boxers, slipping through the material of the cotton. “Want me to show you how to touch me?”

“Please?”

Satoru is pretty sure he’s still dreaming, and that you’re in his arms fast asleep – in what other world do you look up at him like this, all sweet and needy, naked right next to him? Asking to touch him, your little hand just ever so slightly shaking as it moves, still in his huge grip, he laughs then softly, kissing your lips.

“If you say I kiss better than Suguru I will show you how to stroke my cock, hmm?” He’s smirking – so utterly Satoru again, he’d just not been himself it’s so clear.

“You all three are excellent kissers.”

“Excuse me!?” You laugh now, reaching down to rub him over his boxers, he sucks in a breath, lashes fluttering.

“I love kissing you the most,” you whisper softly, making his heart ache, splitting into fucking pieces with every feeling hitting.

How did he think he loved Sarah, when this existed? It was a friendship, it was a deep friendship, but the love here was as undeniable as the rising sun casting shadows through the slats of blinds, hitting your pretty face in glowy lines.

“Me the most?” He says then, leaning close and nuzzling your nose with his. “I’m the best at it.”

“You really think you’re better than Shoko at kissing?”

“Wow then let her eat you out – wait, you would!?”

You giggle again, touching him and earning his blushed cheeks. “Satoru, I love your mouth very much. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good.”

“Yeah?” You nod all shy and cute, like you aren’t begging to play with his cock until he busts. 

“Yes… now, you said you’d show me?”

He nods and swallows – he’s far from inexperienced, Sarah literally had her mouth on him any time she could get it, but something had him nervous. He’s shaking just a bit when he tugs his boxers down a bit, his cock hitting his belly button, smacking against the white trail of hair underneath his flat belly button, you look down and gasp.

“Oh! It’s so big!?”

“Um,” he is all bright pink now.

“It’s pretty,” he just drags your lips to his, tugging your hand to his cock, little fingers wrapping it – but you couldn’t get them all the way around his thickness. You tentatively tug up, making him groan. “Did I hurt it!?”

“God no,” he’s gonna bust from a palm on his cock – seriously!? “Just stroke it lightly, up and down.”

“Do you want me to use my mouth like you did?”

“Are you trying to kill me?!” You giggle again, biting your lip. “Act all innocent and you’re a little slut, hmm?”

“A slut?”

“You did kiss all my friends,” you sigh now.

“Not all of them.”

“Well don’t!?” You’re stroking him and smiling all cute and innocent. “You really make me crazy.”

“Me? No way,” you suddenly get a little nervous, looking down at his pretty cock, seeing that leaky pink tip, taking your thumb and smearing that pre all over. He jerks it into your hand, groaning out. “Is that sensitive for you?”

“Very,” he’s never shown anyone what to do, but you’re so fucking cute and eager it’s making him harder, knowing it’s him getting this first from you. “Hah – you know it is now, so you’re going for it?”

“Mhm,” you hum just a bit, lazily stroking that tip in little circles, loving the pretty face he makes when he’s feeling good, his cock thickening as you glide it right back down the shaft. “Do you want my mouth on it?”

“Do I want your… fuck, fuck,” you’re stroking him a little too good, Satoru was not about to bust the moment your lips got on him. He needed to jerk off first or something. “Next time– mnh. On our date.”

“Yes,” you stroke him with your little hand as he guides your movements, hand wrapping yours, it's so intimate you can hardly breathe, seeing his lashes fluttering and his pouty pink lips parted. “You're so beautiful, Satoru.”

He falters, you make him feel too much and he's not even sure he deserves your touch right now, deserves any of that. He kisses you instead, letting you drink up all those whimpers as you stroke his cock faster, all that pre adding lubrication, dripping all down his shaft. His hand entangles in your hair, leaving you at full control.

“Don’t need any help,” he mumbles, pink dusting his cheeks as he studies you, hand so big it takes over the back of your neck, fingers pressing against it, eyes lidded like he’s drugged off you. “You’re stroking it like you already know how.”

“N-no,” he laughs softly, hips jolting into your palm – how your hand feels better than any pussy he has confuses the fuck out of him.

“Yeah,” he corrects, lips moving over yours, letting you stroke him faster, the sounds echoing in your ears, your tummy clenched up with how badly you need him. “I’d cum right inside your pretty cunt.”

“Y-you’d what?” He’s lost – too far gone, his pupils dilating, free hand slipping down to grip your ass, tugging you against his thigh and having your slick cunt drool on him.

“Cum inside you, would you like that, sweetheart?” You bite your lip, nodding – as if you really knew what he meant, but whatever the fuck he’s saying is ruining you. “Fill you up till you drip me all day in class.”

“Toru! Mnh,” your lashes flutter, his kisses aren’t easy anymore, they’re desperate for you, dragging you as close as he can get you, smushing your arm as your hand keeps stroking him, he’s thickening when your thumb swirls his tip.

The visions of your tummy full of him are too much – he’s cumming right in your hand now, hot and thick white ropes just spilling over your little fingers and down his length, his body fucking trembling from it.

"Fuck, look at that," he groans out the words, pulling back to look down at the filthy sight of his cum coating your hand in white. He laughs breathlessly, cupping your face and eyeing you. "You made a mess of me."

“I did,” you whisper, still stroking even though he’s sensitive, milking every last drop of that pearly cum from him. Satoru buries his face in your neck, teeth nipping against your skin as he tugs you close, whimpering.

Your thumb is rubbing over his sensitive tip, he feels his body reacting, more cum spurting out as he looks at you now, all dazed and pretty. "Torturing me now.”

“Am I?” You giggle all breathless, letting him kiss you, all tongue and teeth clicking against yours, his hand tightening in your hair.

"I wanted to last longer for you,” he whispers, you shake your head.

"No, It was hot,” you see it then, his worry, making you pause just a bit.

"Yeah? Even though I came in like two seconds?"

“What?” You ease your hand off, seeing the mess he made. "Especially because of that, it means I did a good job.”

Fuck, he’s falling even deeper every second he sees you, the way Sarah would make fun of him when he was sensitive has taken it’s toll. How she’d laugh and then get him hard again, he’d ignored it and just assumed that it was how things were. The times he’s been with other girls were usually drunk encounters, parties where him and Suguru had been a little too tipsy.

Sarah really was his experience, and fuck if he didn’t let that get to him.

“Toru,” you pull back a bit, bringing his white drops to your lips, sucking and moaning. “Mmm…”

“Fuck me,” he groans at the sight, you sucking him greedy, his cock twitches at the sight. “You’re sucking me off those little fingers?”

“Mhm,” you giggle and blush as the salty sweet liquid coats your tongue. Satoru grabs your hand, sucking his own release off them, you throat goes dry at the filthy action, his tongue flicking up and making you ache all over again. “Oh… mngh…”

“Too freaky?” He teases, lapping more of his cum up, he’d held back a lot before, but he feels he just can do what he wishes to with you.

“No it’s even hotter,” you admit, trembling and kissing his cum soaked lips, humming against them.

“God you’re perfect,” you shake your head at his praise, he kisses you carefully, cock resting against your inner thigh, still sticky and dripping on the soft flesh.

“Are you really worried about cumming quick? Isn’t it a compliment?”

“Yeah it is, just I…” he trails off, shaking his head and studying you, thumb running circles on your cheek. “I don’t wanna talk about her.”

“It’s a huge part of your recent life, so it’s okay,” he frowns then. “Did she say bad things when you… um… came quick?”

“Yeah,” he leans up, hand brushing your hair off your shoulders, still messy from your sleep. “She’d make me feel fucking horrible, so I guess I panic thinking I’ll do it again. Sometimes so much I just couldn’t get hard.”

“How fucking mean!?” He shrugs a shoulder, you realize you don’t even know the extent of her damage really. “It is mean.”

“I don’t wanna disappoint you regardless, it’s why I wanna wait on your mouth,” he exhales shakily, kissing your lips again. “Didn’t wanna bust fast right on your first time.”

“I’d like it,” he chuckles and shakes his head, your hands slipping over his shoulders. “Don’t feel like you can’t just be yourself with me. If you um… want to be more?”

“Of course I do, and… I’ll try, sweetheart,” you hate that the smile doesn’t really meet his eyes. “The first time you suck me I really wanna savor it though, take all my time fucking your throat.”

“Mnh…” That’s too much, he’s chuckling when you’re rocking your hips again.

“If we wanna wait I need to pause this,” he murmurs softly, looking down at where his cock is resting on your tummy. “I am this close to fucking your pretty cunt until she knows my shape.”

“Toru,” you bury your face again, trembling just a bit. “Okay, we should probably pause.”

“Mhm,” it’s not long after he’s dressed and hugging you in front of your door, everything is different, the very energy of him and you together, suddenly a little nervous and unsure. “That date, just me and you tomorrow.”

“Yes, I’d love it,” you say softly, he tilts your chin up and smiles. “I’ll see you at the game tomorrow first, before the date?”

“Yes you will, I’ll blow you a kiss and all,” you giggle, shaking your head.

“Sarah will see.”

Fuck, she exists.

“I don’t care,” you take his kisses, falling into them, and when Satoru leaves you can’t help but go grab that letter from forever ago, touching it carefully.

Could Satoru be yours one day?

******

The air is cool that next night, the sun is setting and the bright lights flash on and illuminate the field, Satoru’s front and center – the quarterback is, after all. He’s insanely fast and strong, watching him is so interesting you miss notes on your clarinet, earning a look from your band instructor.

You're supposed to be focusing on the sheet music, but your eyes keep drifting to those big letters – SG – with the number 7 on the field. Each time he completes a pass, the crowd erupts into cheers, and you can’t help but join even though you’re supposed to be playing music.

You cheer too loud, and he glances over at you, a small smile playing on his lips as he sees you all cute with your little marching uniform and hat. He can swear he can see your blush across the damn field, when he tugs up his helmet, chugging gatorade and taking a break, when he sees Sarah hopping off the pyramid and walking over toward the team.

She approaches one of his teammates, he’s brand new, throwing her arms around his neck and tip-toeing right in front of him. She kisses him right in front of everyone who can fucking see, embarassing herself. Your gaze catches it, as Shoko sits next to you, scoffing.

“She’s such a slut,” she mumbles, eyeing you now. “It’s okay, he’s not interested, yeah?”

“But they have a year together,” you murmur, hands trembling slightly as you all take a break before the next song, heading into the third quarter. Satoru turns away from the view, murmurs all over.

"Classy," Nanami mutters under his breath. “What’s with that girl?”

“Lucky she doesn’t try for you next,” Shoko says, he grimaces in disgust, shivering at the thought, eyeing you now.

“Satoru has always had feelings for you, don’t let it bother you,” you nod and smile a bit. “Why don’t you go kiss him?”

“Ohh, Nanami!” Utahime is giggling now. “I didn’t expect that from you!”

“Well that girl annoys me,” Shoko nudges you now too, nodding.

“I say go for it.”

“She’ll kill me!”

“I’ll protect you baby,” Shoko tilts your chin up, you blush when she snaps off your little hat, running her fingertip on the marks it left. “Remember I’m here if Satoru doesn’t work out.”

“Shoko!” You’re blushing and she grins. “You’re always making me truly question if I like girls.”

“She does that,” Hime says, blushing when Shoko looks at her. “I mean!?”

You giggle and head off, rushing to where Satoru and Suguru are talking, Sarah is hanging on one of the players so pathetically. You tap on Satoru’s back, feeling how tense he is, when he turns and looks down at you, exhaling in relief, a smile dancing across his face.

“Hi,” you murmur, he picks you up, making you gasp out, Sarah scowls at the sight, but Suguru is smirking. “Oh!”

“Hi,” he answers, dangling you off the floor, your arms around his neck. “Did you come to give me a good luck kiss?”

“I did,” you feel too good, even with eyes on you all, you melt when he kisses you softly, arm wrapping tighter. You hear Sarah’s huff of indignation, and you’ll worry about what her vindictive ass will do later.

Right now you’re getting kissed by Satoru Gojo.

“Thank you baby,” he murmurs, easing you down, cupping your face, his knuckles busted up, sweat and dirt on his jersey and a bit on his face. Fuck he looks sexy like this. “Can I get one more for good luck?”

“Yes you can,” you kiss him again, moaning softly as the murmurs around you two echo and fall on deaf ears.

It’s just you and Satoru there.

“Can I get one?” Suguru earns Satoru’s scowl, you giggle.

“What? No you got enough.”

“Sure,” Satoru scowls at you now, but you kiss his cheek, giggling a bit when he ruffles your hair in response. “There.”

“Thanks princess,” Suguru winks and Satoru thinks he might tackle him into the dirt, but you turn his face back to you, smacking another kiss on his lips.

“I have to watch him and Shoko,” he grumbles, but he can’t help but smile when he holds you close against him, catching Sarah’s furious gaze burning holes in your fucking back. He tugs you even closer. “I can’t wait for this date.”

“Me too,” you finally pull back when you hear the band music, saying a quick good bye and running off, only to almost smack right into Sarah, who has her hands on her waist.

“You were fucking him behind my back, weren’t you?”

“What!? No, I did nothing while you were together,” she scoffs, fists on her sides clenched, eyeing you with this look in her eyes that makes you sick. “Look, I didn’t take Satoru from you – you chased him off.”

“You don’t know shit,” she is too close, pretending to hug you all ‘kindly’ when her lips press on your ear. “I’ll get him back from you, band geek – think he won’t choose me over you when I play him again?”

“You won’t,” you shove her off, glaring, but she’s got a cruel little smile.

“Game on,” you blink back tears of frustration, rushing back to the band, your heart racing – the way she stares at Satoru like she owns him makes you sick.

Could you… lose him when you just got him?

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[madamechrissy]

you belong with me

You were friends with him from birth - the boy across the street, Satoru Gojo. However, you lose touch in college, but finally you're going to the same school! You have a love letter written, but you find Satoru - the football captain - is dating the top cheerleader. And she hates you. You're the girl who doesn't really get noticed, the girl in the bleachers playing the clarinet, watching Satoru score a touchdown and kiss his girlfriend. It hurts, but you try to stay uninvolved, but you're watching the boy you knew hurt. Can the two of you have a friendship anymore, and does he feel the same way as you?

pairings - football star! gojo x band geek! reader

warnings - angst, college au, mutual pining, lost friendship, friends to lovers, reader likes girls too, lots of hurt/comfort, eventual smut - this chap - angst, messy dynamics, Shoko and Sugu lwk yearning for reader hehe, Satoru standing up, break ups, Sarah being abusive and psycho, dry humping, kissing, hints at a potential soft threesome, NOT proofread sorry - enjoyyy

Part of @indiewritesxoxo community event! based on the t swift music video

art by @/Jan on X!

<<<part two - part four>>>

part three

“Mmph,” that's the only sound that escapes your mouth, with Suguru Geto's hands on your waist, dragging you against his lap while his tongue swirls with yours. Your hands sink onto his long dark locks, breath caught by his movements.

Your thighs tremble on either side of his lap, his thumbs pressing and gliding underneath the swell of your breasts. Suguru exhales, his teeth nipping your lower lip, arching his hips up just enough that you feel him. Feel that bulge underneath his jeans, pressing against your pussy and making your leggings sticky and wet where your puffy lips are pressed.

“Princess,” he pulls back a bit when you tense up, taking a breath and looking at you. “I won't take anything further, yeah?”

“I just um…” You're a flustered little mess as he studies you, smiling softly.

You're precious.

If Suguru was honest with himself, he enjoys kissing you a little too much – made evident by the way his cock twitches and leaks underneath his jeans. He feels a little guilty about how much fun he's having, knowing you're the love of his best friend's life, but how can he not love kissing across your collarbones? Love your hands tugging his hair as you shyly move on him.

“I can do more,” you whisper, rolling your hips and making him moan softly. “Just when it comes to sex I wanna wait for a serious boyfriend, it sounds so silly… And we are still just talking…”

“I am good with just kissing,” he assures you with a lazy, lidded smile, kissing up your neck, your lashes fluttering shut. “Relax, we can stop any time.”

You nod and kiss Suguru again, sighing as he studies you. “Mmm, I know I can trust you. I am having a lot of fun, maybe too much.”

“Mmm. Are you?” You blush and bury your face, sighing then, he holds you for a bit as you calm your breathing down. “Do you miss Satoru?”

You pause and lean back a bit, looking down at where your hands rest on his chest. “I feel I've missed him for a couple years and just saw him, then I didn’t even really get to catch up?”

“Well yeah, how could you with her?” You nod as he runs his hand up and down your shoulder in soothing circles.

“I don't know how to explain it, how much I do miss him. Did I make the right decision?”

Suguru eases you off his lap and remembers what he's here for, brushing aside your hair. “You did what you had to, Satoru is going to have to see reason and get away from her.”

“Will he though? Will he ever be able to talk to me again?” You swipe hot, sticky tears off your face and sigh. “We are making out and I'm crying.”

“That's okay I brought it up,” Sugruru tries to remember why he's here, tugging you against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around you and tugging you close. “Don't cry Princess, he'll see reason.”

“I just haven't even had a moment to catch up or even ask about his life,” you sniffle and swipe tears off your cheeks. “I really miss do him.”

“I do too, it's as if I haven't had a lot of time even though I see him every day.” You frown at that, the thought that even close friends couldn’t actually be close with Satoru because of her.

“I am worried I hurt him, saying we couldn’t be friends anymore,” Suguru frowns at that. “He probably needs us now more than ever and I can’t put myself there, it just hurts too badly.”

“Do you feel things for him?” You look down at your hand on Suguru’s chest. “You can tell me.”

“Yes, but I don’t want you to feel like I’m thinking of him when we kiss or anything, it’s just you.” He smiles slightly, tilting your chin up.

“You’re not hopelessly in love?”

“I..” You trail off now, sighing. “Why are you asking me?”

“Curious is all, if I’ve read it all wrong,” you bite down on your lower lip to stop it from trembling. “I think he is too.”

“Oh no,” you can’t think like that, not at all, and ever hope to move on. “I definitely had a crush on him of course, I mentioned that at the dinner.”

“A crush,” you’re a cute, flushed little mess when you nod. “I see, was it just a little puppy love?”

“Um,” you can’t lie to Suguru’s face, not when he’s looking at you like he already knows. “What makes you curious?”

“Just wondering where you stand with that,” just trying to not leak precum and be a good fucking friend. Shit was hard – literally.

“Even if I was,” Suguru smiles. “It doesn’t matter because he’ll never be with me, even before Sarah was in the picture.”

“No? Don’t think so?”

“I know so,” you toy with Suguru’s collar, letting him hold you against his side. “I’m not his type, you know? The glamorous, preppy type, so beautiful and so popular, even though I don’t like her, I can admit she’s things I could never be.”

“What’s wrong with how you are?”

“A band geek who can’t dress for a date?”

Suguru frowns now. “You looked adorable on our date.”

“You’re just sweet,” you kiss him tentatively again, smiling against his mouth as he glares. “You are!”

“Mhm, I don’t think Satoru has ‘a type’ I think his parents shove shit on him more than anything,” Suguru knows damn well Satoru’s type is you. Yet with the way Satoru was going, he was terrified his friend was missing an opportunity here.

How long would you wait for his friend to get it together?

“So I’ll see you tomorrow for some studying,” Suguru says after a bit, tilting your chin up and pressing a kiss to your nose.

“Sounds good! In the morning?”

“I’ll bring coffee over.” You smile all cute and Suguru leaves before he forgets his goal – but he almost wonders if you could use two boyfriends. Even Shoko says the same thing when he reports back.

“We could just be a throuple if he doesn’t get it together,” she hands him a cigarette when they meet up. “I would get her first though.”

“You first, hmm?” She licks her lips and grins.

“Are you all talking about derailing the plan?” Utahime and Nanami come up now, Shoko and Suguru sigh. “You all know Satoru would pout forever if you did.”

“Well ultimately we can’t make them be together,” Nanami frowns when Shoko offers a cigarette. “No.”

“You love them,” he rolls his eyes. “Suguru said she was enjoying the makeout sesh, but I informed him that she liked kissing me more.”

“You kissed her?” Utahime giggles when she nods, Nanami is bright fucking red, clearing his throat. “Hot.”

“I wish I could have seen,” Suguru sighs at the thought.

“Don’t be so uncouth, Suguru,” Nanami’s ears are red, Shoko laughs, a throaty little sound, poking his chest.

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t love to see it.”

“Indeed no,” he swats her hand away. “Focus on getting her with Satoru, not on kissing her, you two.”

“Yes sir,” Suguru and Shoko say it at the same time, laughing at their poor friend Nanami, all while you’re in bed, utterly clueless.

You’re a mess, too, laying there and thinking too damn much – wondering how Satoru was, if he was okay, if she was hurting him. Just because you backed off the friendship didn’t mean you didn’t care.

You care too much.

*****

Sarah is sucking Satoru like her money depends on the shit – he supposes for her it does, the way she bobs and swallows, but he just can’t for the life of him get hard. Not when his mind is on your heartbroken face, not when everything from Sarah feels fucking hollow, when he’s devastated at the loss of his best friend, the one he’d just gotten back in his life.

He hasn’t even gotten to talk to you, to have a moment, to know how your life has been. Was your dad all right? Was your mom still being super strict on you about things? Fuck, what were you majoring in? Pursuing the music dream you loved, or did you end up with something more practical?

That’s his thoughts – your college major – when Sarah pulls up and straddles Satoru, he supposes he got hard enough, she’s trying to put it in when he halts her, frowning. “Condom.”

“I don’t have any here,” she leans forward and kisses him again. “We don’t always have to use one, right? I told you I’m on the pill.”

“Doesn’t matter, I don’t wanna risk that,” she scowls when he eases her off his lap, his cock is not even half way but it’s so big she could probably still cum, yet he sure the fuck didn’t want that.

How can he want someone who has made his life so miserable?

“You know…” She trails off now, brushing his hair back, coming to straddle him again so he feels her heat, his hands remain on the bed rather than wrapping around her waist. “My parents were asking when you were gonna make things a little more official.”

“Official how?” He raises a brow, she’s giggling behind her hand, tossing her hair to the side and then licking a trail up his neck.

“You know, pop the question, I know we’ll marry anyway for our families – but a ring on it? Ah, a huge ring too, one that everyone hates me over. Jealous bitches eyes when they see that rock? Oh Satoru I want that so bad!”

Satoru blinks now, eyes narrowing. “What? Engagement?”

“Well of course!”

“We’re twenty two, you want marriage and kids?”

“Mhm! I wanna be the Mrs. Satoru Gojo!” Satoru’s face gives her pause. “Don’t you wanna start having kids soon? I’m gonna have em at twenty three if we start now, but if we wait-”

“I do not want children yet,” she gasps, Satoru shakes his head. “I do one day absolutely, but I want more time in college before I take over the family shit.”

“What?” He raises a brow. “Why? You’ll be a billionaire! And have me by your side at every party.”

“Sarah… it’s like you never listen to shit I say, how many times have I said I want to get my doctorate? To soak up every bit of science I can before I-”

“I don’t want to wait that long!”

“Who said shit about marriage and kids anyway?”

“You don’t want to!?” Satoru disentangles himself, shoving his boxers up as she frantically fumbles to stand. “Do you want me to go have babies with someone else then!?”

“Go for it,” she scoffs, he’s slipping on his pants and she fucking unbuckles them, his fingers itch to smack her hands off but he’d never smack a girl – even Sarah. “Don’t touch my clothes, I want to leave.”

“Fine do your dumb science shit for a year or two, okay!? God you’re just so selfish!”

“Me?” He laughs then, without humor, before scowling right down at her. “Are you fucking kidding?”

“No, you are selfish, but I love you, so I endure it all. Don’t you know I could have anyone I want?”

Satoru’s jaw sets. “Then go fucking have them.”

“Satoru!”

He’s yanking on his shirt when she’s trying to tug him down to her. “I said get off me, it’s like you don’t let me breathe.”

“Because I love-”

“Enough!” He shoves her off him, tugging on his jacket, finally stepping close to her, her breath coming quick, the tears that seem practiced slipping down her cheeks. “What’s my dream, Sarah?”

“To be my husband.”

“No,” he snorts then. “Try to form an answer.”

She rolls her eyes. “This is boring.”

“Me? I’m boring?”

“No!? Just… ugh you wanna play pro!”

“Wrong,” Satoru bends down, slipping on his boots, hands shaking as he realizes what he’s already known deep down.

Sarah is with him for the Gojo name.

“You do wanna be pro! I know you do, and god imagine being a football wife? But maybe your parents will be okay with that for a few years,” she bats her lashes, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’ll support a few years off, before we start having babies.”

“I want to be an astrophysicist," she blinks again. “I wanna watch the damn stars, don’t you know I do that every night?”

“To be romantic with me!”

“No, I’ve done it since…” He trails off now, remembering all those nights laying on his roof next to you, when you’d sneak out your window and climb up with him, giggling all breathless.

Your eyes reflecting all the stars, glittering, so beautiful…

You loved learning everything he taught you, pointing them out yourself and feeling so proud, the memories flood his mind then, of how in those moments you made him feel more special and seen than anyone has. Satoru can hardly hold back his emotions as it rushes through his mind.

“So we peek at the stars, cool? You wanna be a broke ass scientest?” 

“I want to discover new –” he pauses, she already looks bored. “I am not gonna bother to go on about it.”

“Good. I mean!?” Satoru’s walking towards the door. “Where are you going!? Not to that dumb little whore!”

“Don’t you ever fucking call her that,” Satoru turns his head and scowls, she’s laughing now, this cruel, evil sound that makes him sick. “Ever think you’re the fucking problem?”

“Me? How on earth?”

“No one likes you,” she laughs again. “Suguru hates you, Nanami, Shoko, fuck Hime hates you too. You have no friends but your minions, you’ve made sure to ruin all of mine too, now her?”

“She’s ruined everything!”

“No,” Satoru sighs now. “She just enhanced the shit I couldn’t ever admit to myself, that you only want me for what I have.”

He goes to leave and she stops him, dragging him back and trying to kiss him, only for him to grip her wrists. “Don’t leave me, do you want me with other men? Is that it?”

“Fuck who you want, i’ve heard you already do,” Sarah slaps him as hard as she can, and that’s when Satoru loses it, gripping her wrist and leaning down. “Don’t you put your goddamn hands on me.”

“I… you…” She trails off then, scowling. “You made me that mad! All you do is hurt me, won’t even be serious! Maybe you are the player everyone fucking said, huh?”

“I’m done,” he sighs, a tired sound, letting her go. “Move out of my way and let me leave, and don’t come near me again.”

“You don’t get to leave me, you’re not shit without me,” Satoru closes his eyes for a moment. “You’re popular because of me, before you were just a nerd.”

“Good,” he pushes her out of his way. “I want to be a nerd again.”

“You want that little-”

“Let me go,” she’s yanking on his arm. “You suffocate me.”

“I swear if you be with her I’ll ruin her fucking life-”

“Don’t threaten my friends,” Satoru cuts her off with a look, shrugging his shoulder out of her death grip. “We are done, go get those men you say you can get, let them fucking have you.”

“Satoru!”

“I don’t want you,” she goes to smack him again and he grips her wrist. “You won’t land another, I’m tired of your abuse, mental and now physical? Guess what, I was something before I met you – and I will be after you. I am done.”

“Please I-”

“Go fucking ruin someone else’s life,” Satoru rushes out and takes a breath, leaning his head against the door for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts.

All he wants is to see his best friend.

*****

You clutch the letter you wrote Satoru, the one you can never give him, sobbing after Suguru left. You really, really like him, but he was right – you’re hopelessly in love with Satoru Gojo, it’s just so painful to admit it to yourself, to try to not hurt Suguru or anyone in the process.

Satoru would never be yours.

Knock knock knock.

“Please, leave me alone,” you mumble, crying into the softness of your pillow, not loud enough for anyone to hear.

Knock knock knock.

“I don’t want company I’m sorry,” you shout just a bit, but the voice behind the door makes you falter.

“Please… it’s me.”

Satoru.

You don’t move for a moment, just curled in your little ball on the bed, heart racing. “Satoru?”

“I know you probably don’t want to see me,” his voice is cracking in the middle, you sit up, feeling your heart pounding out of your chest. “I know I have no right to come here, okay? I know you don’t want to be friends.”

“That’s not…”

“Please let me apologize,” you swipe at your swollen eyes, your hands trembling, sitting up and feeling your heart ache.

“It’ll make her mad at you.”

“I left,” you’re frozen in place then. “I left her and I just wanna fucking give you a goddamn hug, please. Just one.”

You rush to the door, pulling it open quickly, your heart broken when you see your best friend. Satoru was a wreck, something that doesn’t happen often – his snowy hair disheveled, those blue eyes have bags underneath them, there’s a redness to one of his cheeks.

“Toru,” your old nickname ruins him then, a tear escaping, tracing down a glittery path on that red cheek. Your thumb brushes it carefully. “What happened?”

He doesn’t answer, his eyes unreadable as he steps inside, you shut the door behind him, when he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug so tight you swear your ribs creak underneath the strength. “Fuck… I’m so sorry…”

“Shh,” he buries his face in your hair, bent over and letting go, you hate how he’s crying, the boy always so bright and happy, now he’s devastated, and you can’t help but want to take the pain away. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I did,” Satoru sniffles and leans up, cupping your face, and suddenly it’s too intimate, it’s too much, the way he looks at you, the way his fingers feel on your skin, overheated from how flustered you are. “I let her ruin this friendship, ruin us. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I am so, so sorry.”

“You didn’t,” he’s just hugging you again, your lips press his cheek. “You don’t need to apologize, you were just hurt by her. It pained me too much, to feel your pain, so I wanted to run away. I should-”

“Don’t you dare,” he tilts your chin up, swallowing and studying your precious face, seeing you’re crying right with him. “Don’t apologize for caring. For knowing me and…”

“Did she hit you?” He sighs and looks down. “I swear to god I’ll learn how to fight if she laid a hand on you.”

“Her hitting me is the least of my problem with her,” you lead him to your little couch, and he tugs you to sit on his thigh, burying his face again. “God I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you get a little shaky in his hold, feeling his hard body – knowing earlier you’d been straddling Suguru, it made you question so much.

A girl who never kissed, and now has kissed two of his friends, but nothing made you feel like his lips against your neck, his pretty blue eyes when he looks up at you, but what if he got back with her? What if like the past couple of fights, Sarah did something to win him back, and you’re left hurt?

He just wanted a friend, and even this was hard, when your throat is dry, when your body reacts to him. You hug him tightly back, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his brow, Satoru sighs. “I don’t deserve this.”

“You deserve so much,” he shakes his head, the guilt wracking through him, feeling your warmth when he tugs you closer, nuzzling your neck. “You do, deserve to discover your own galaxy, your own planets, find that earth like goldilocks one you swear is out there.”

Satoru pauses now, emotions rushing through him, taking a breath as you run your fingers through his hair. “You remember?”

“How couldn’t I? You should get to look at the stars every single night,” you catch yourself sobbing, body shaking as he holds you tightly. “You are such a sweet, good hearted person, Toru.”

“I’m not, not with what I did.”

“Yes,” you tug his face up. “You are still a good person, so what if you were… a little confused by her. I know you dated a long time, and it’s understandable you couldn’t be a friend like that to me anymore. I was never mad about that, just hurt.”

“I don’t want to ever fucking lose you again.” His words are soft but they’re deep, forehead resting on yours. “I missed you so much, sweetheart. Every moment we had together, from the first memory I have – you.”

“Oh,” you’re crying with him, when you pull back to catch a breath, getting off him and sitting on the couch, tapping your thigh. “Remember I used to play with your hair when you got upset?”

“Yeah,” Satoru leans down now, laying on his back with half his damn long legs off the arm of the couch, looking up at your face as you swipe his tears. “Do I deserve such good treatment?”

“Don’t speak this way,” you whisper, pressing a kiss on his brow, before brushing his hair back. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“But-”

“No,” you cut him off a little more firmly now, watching his eyes flutter closed, his nostrils flaring just a bit with his breaths. “Are you sure you’re really done?”

“So fucking done, I hate it took this long,” he opens his eyes again. “I haven’t even asked about Suguru and… will this upset him?”

“Oh we aren’t together just um…” You blush now. “We are talking I guess? We did kiss, though.”

“You kissed him again?” You nod, clearing your throat, his hands press into fists as he tries to calm himself. It’s irrational to be upset about this, he can have you in his life again, why be so fucking mad? “You like it?”

“Yeah,” you admit softly. “I had never kissed until this week, isn’t that crazy? I’m almost twenty two.”

“Never?” He asks, he knew you were innocent but… that much? You shake your head now. “Your first kiss was Suguru?”

“Shoko,” Satoru laughs then, swiping more tears. “What?”

“Damn, you kissed two of my best friends,” you giggle at that, he glares just a bit though. “I’m jealous.”

“Of me? No way,” he frowns then, realizing you really don’t think so, it’s a shake of your head, a set of your face. “Shoko was teaching me and Suguru… well I think he’s just being sweet to me.”

“Sweet?” He raises a brow at that, you just nod. “You don’t think that maybe they just find you beautiful? Fun? Smart?”

“I um…” You’re clearing your throat, hands just a little trembly as you work your way through his locks. “You don’t have to say all that.”

“Have to say?” You look away now, nodding.

“I know you feel bad about everything, but you don’t need to try to make me feel better, I’m okay with being me.”

“I just-”

“Shh,” you brush his hair back, yawning now, studying his face carefully in the dark room. “Stop feeling guilty about things she said to me. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Satoru shuts his eyes again, unsure how to even tell you – that you’re beautiful, that he feels so much it hurts, rips his goddamn heart from his chest, but you’re stroking his head so good he’s sleepy. He’s comfortable on your lap, in your little dorm room, nuzzling against your tummy as he turns to his side, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Satoru Gojo has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, but tonight he crashes before he can speak, waking up and drooling on your damn pajama shorts. Your head is fallen back on the couch, snoring lightly, when he eases off you and looks at the time – three in the morning.

“Shit,” he sits and see how uncomfortable you look, before picking you up in his arms, cradling you to his chest. You blink and snuggle him, lips almost brushing his neck, as he carries you over to your bed and gently lays you down.

“Toru?” You whisper, he smiles now, brushing your hair back.

“I’m here, but I should let you-”

“No,” you sleepily grumble.

“No?”

“No leave,” he laughs softly at your sleepy request, when you tug at his hand. “Don’t leave me again.”

His soul hurts at how you say it, how you cling to him.

Fuck he hates that he hurt you.

Satoru slides into the bed next to you, letting you snuggle right up to him. “Okay,” he murmurs, kissing your hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”

*****

The bright rays of morning sunlight filter through the slats of your blinds when you wake up, an arm draped heavy across your waist, a long leg tangled with yours, pressing just between your thighs. You blink a bit, flushed when you realize you’re soaked against his bare thigh, he must have gotten into his boxers to get more comfortable.

Satoru Gojo was in your bed.

Something you would have dreamed of once, you were tucked firmly into Satoru’s warm embrace, his face buried in the crook of your neck, ass against his hard body. Your pulse races, blood rushing through your veins – entire body sensitive to his gentle movements, his breaths soft and even against your skin, making a mix of affection and desire pour.

Pour it does too – you’d gotten wet when you were on Suguru, you’ve been wet before, but you’ve never really done anything, never cum before, or done more than tease your own clit and then jerk back. It’s not like you don’t want to, you were painfully shy about that sort of thing.

Yet you’ve never felt this, the way he makes you feel, you allow yourself just a moment to drink it in, the way his scent fills your nostrils, how his soft little mumble of your name makes you ache, how perfect it feels. Not awkward or weird, it’s as if he’s always been here, holding you.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, over and over as if breaking the spell – you turn and lean up to try to grab it without waking him. The movement was clumsy, you just end up climbing over the tall man in your bed, trying not to put weight on him, just fucking hovering all awkward, your knee sliding over his hips as you brace a hand on his chest to reach for it.

Shit, shit, shit.

You feel him then – hard and thick underneath the black satin of his boxer briefs, as he tugs you down, earning a gasp, he’s insistently pressing against your inner thigh through the thin layer of your shorts, humming a bit in his sleep. You’re achingly wet, gasping as you flick off the phone, stirring underneath you, his eyes fluttering open.

Satoru’s eyes in the morning – god they’re beautiful, this glittering blue still hazy with sleep, but they quickly focus in on your face, before drifting down to where you were pressed intimately together, his hands slipping up your thighs ever so softly. Goosebumps rise in a trail his gaze follows, thumb brushing a little bit of slick around.

“Am I dreaming?”

“Are you…” You blush furiously, his voice is all gravelly and rough, doing more things to your needy cunt already.

“M’not,” he tilts his head, sighing. “Am I?”

“Satoru, I…” You look down and see the way you’re soaking him then, gasping out. “I’m so sorry!”

“Shh,” he shifts his hips slightly, a subtle pressure that makes you gasp out loud, the way you feel how huge he is. “It’s natural, sweetheart. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Um but,” you’re shaking, thighs on either side of him pressing in. “I haven’t… Toru I’m…”

“I know you’re a virgin, I figured when you mentioned the kiss,” Satoru sighs then, looking at you underneath his snowy lashes. “I would never take anything further than you’d want.”

“I know just,” you rock your hips again, leaning low, your hair falling to one side as you move, and he lets out this little whimper. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay,” he exhales now, he’s experienced sure, but about to bust in his boxers from a little dry humping? He halts your movements for a moment, closing his eyes and trying to gather himself. “Y-yeah I’m fine sweetheart.”

“You just broke up and I’m… I feel so…” You’re trying to get up and he halts you, just pinning you there. “Toru I’m being so disrespectful!”

“You are not, that’s the last thing you’re being,” Satoru takes several breaths, trying to keep himself together when you feel like that, when your nipples are pressed up and begging for his touch. “You’re just really wet.”

“Ugh!” You cover your face in embarrassment, Satoru gently lowers your wrists, looking at your pretty face, god he aches to be inside you, so warm, so wet – he just bets you’re the tightest fit too. Imagine your pretty face when you cum, when you squirt all over his cock, his fingers, his mouth.

“Ever touch that pretty cunt?” You suck in a breath, your pupils blown out at his question.

“No,” you admit softly. “I uh, never learned what to do.”

“No?” You shake your head and move again, making his cock twitch, a soft whine escaping his lips once more. “I could show you.”

“Show me as what, a friend?” Satoru opens his mouth to say – no, more than that, when a knock hits the door, and you fall off him and careen to the floor.

Satoru’s not proud that he laughs at it.

“Sorry, sorry,” he’s trying not to laugh when he picks you up and you glare at him. “It was cute!”

“Rude,” you shove past, and then open the door, Suguru eyes Satoru and then you curiously. “Suguru!? Shit, studying!”

“Studying?” Satoru asks, covering his cock up with a pillow, Suguru just snorts at him, seeing your flushed face and glittery eyes.

“Mhm, are you two…”

“He came over because he was upset and I uh…”

“I came over because I wanted to see her and I uh…”

Suguru sighs, looking at you two idiots, Satoru holding a pillow on his lap, you chewing your nails, glasses all askew, your shorts visibly soaked. “Are you two like… together or…”

“I uh,” you rub the back of your neck now. “He um…”

“I well,” Satoru doesn’t wanna say shit too fast and you were just liking Suguru, would he be stepping on your toes? Would you feel like a rebound if he asked so damn fast? “I guess I really, am just, I –”

“Hmm,” Suguru sets the coffees down on your side table, shutting your door and walking over to you. “Then you won’t mind if I kiss her?”

Satoru glares, Suguru cups your face and bends down, lips pressing against your own, you get a little weak in the knees, feeling Satoru’s angry look at the both of you, before you feel him behind you, turning your chin. Suguru’s eyes meet Satoru’s, amused expression on his face.

“What’s wrong Satoru? Can’t give her a kiss?”

“I hear you and Shoko have,” Satoru’s thumbs brush over your lips as he stands behind you so tall, Suguru against your front, Satoru on your back, your hands grip Suguru’s shirt tightly, breaths coming faster. “You leavin’ me out, sweetheart?”

“You were taken,” you whisper, when Suguru kisses down your neck, humming a bit and making your lashes flutter. “Do you want to kiss me too?”

Satoru’s answer is slamming his lips down on yours, Suguru’s smiling against your neck then, as the two men press you between them. Suguru was languid, sweet, took his time – Satoru is all tongue and teeth, moaning and letting you feel how hard he is against the small of your back, you get lost in the sensations of both of them, arching for more.

Satoru pulls back and leaves you breathless, his eyes darting to your lips, glossy from him. “How’d I do, sweetheart? Better than Suguru?”

“Should ask if you’re better than Shoko,” Suguru teases, chuckling when he kisses your lips again, sighing. “So, who is the best out of us three?”

this was NOT on the schedule yet but I had this vision eating up my brain, now to get to my damn comms lol, the angst is NOT over and Sarah is not gone, but Gojo is finally done with her yayyyyy <3

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[madamechrissy]

you belong with me

You were friends with him from birth - the boy across the street, Satoru Gojo. However, you lose touch in college, but finally you're going to the same school! You have a love letter written, but you find Satoru - the football captain - is dating the top cheerleader. And she hates you. You're the girl who doesn't really get noticed, the girl in the bleachers playing the clarinet, watching Satoru score a touchdown and kiss his girlfriend. It hurts, but you try to stay uninvolved, but you're watching the boy you knew hurt. Can the two of you have a friendship anymore, and does he feel the same way as you?

pairings - football star! gojo x band geek! reader

warnings - angst, college au, mutual pining, lost friendship, friends to lovers - this chap - we get to kiss Shoko hehe (reader has a bi awakening) <3 lots of tension, unspoken feelings, honestly heavy emotional angst, Sarah being a rage baiter, all our friends plotting, kissing and hurt/eventual comfort.

Part of @indiewritesxoxo community event! based on the t swift music video

art by @/Jan on X!

<<<part one - part three>>>

part two

You and Satoru are sitting on the bench like you used to back in high school, his arm slung over the back of it, so close but not touching you, legs spread wide. You’re sitting on one knee, laughing as you both catch up – god it’s been so long, you can’t help but treasure every moment.

It’s okay if all this was a friendship, you are trying to shove back the thoughts of that letter, hoping for some peace in knowing your best friend was still here with you, even if it’s just a few seconds here and there you get. It was selfish of you to want more, and you absolutely do not want to be the girl who disrespects another woman, even if she was horrible.

“Are you good with um… Sarah?” You ask softly, Satoru frowns, his eyes lowering now in a way that just isn’t Satoru Gojo.

“I was uh… giving you a lot of attention and I think I hurt her feelings,” you blush now, and he sighs. “Please, not your fault, I missed you so much and I think our connection is intimidating.”

“Of course it must be,” you fiddle with the fray of your ripped jeans frowning a bit too now, the sunlight casting shadows across the two of you, your figures lingering on the well manicured lawn of the courtyard. “I didn’t think you were inappropriate.”

His thoughts sure the fuck were.

Thinking of you when she sucked him off last night, imagining if your glasses would fog up as he taught you how to please him, the thoughts make him fucking hate himself. Satoru Gojo was not a cheater, and even when Sarah had kissed other guys and he’d yanked her drunk ass from them, he’d never tried to ‘get back at her’.

He feels terrible every moment since you got back, bringing up every feeling that he’d been able to shove back the past couple of years. You deserved a true friend, one who didn’t constantly leak pre in your vicinity, and Sarah – even if she was sort of terrible all the fucking time – didn’t deserve a disloyal boyfriend who seemingly wants someone else.

“She still shouldn’t have done that,” his eyes locked with yours, the wind blowing your hair around just a bit. “Like I get it, but she was dancing on him and… I’m not trying to say anything bad, okay? But you seem sad.”

“Sad? No,” he plastered on a heartbreaking smile that makes you ache. “I’m good, sweet- I mean…” It’s quiet as he trails off, the unspoken term of affection about to spill so naturally on his tongue, shooting you back to memories of the past.

‘Hi sweetheart,’ he’d said in fifth grade, it was snowing all over and he was waving with his light blue mittens. You had paused, blushing furiously underneath your scarf. ‘Hmm, are you pink from the cold?’

‘N-no! Ah… I’m just… sweetheart?’ he blushed a brighter pink with his fair skin, clearing his throat.

‘I saw them say it in a show and thought it was cute,’ he admitted, laughing softly. ‘Is it weird to say?’

‘N-no! No, I um… think it’s… I…’

‘Like a nickname, you call me Toru, right?’

‘Right!’ you said brightly, grinning with him now. ‘You can call me sweetheart if you want, Toru.’

He came and ruffled your hair, already Satoru was taller than anyone in the school, he seemed just a little too mature sometimes, with you though he was able to just be a kid. You loved seeing that, even young you saw all the pressure put on him with his schooling from his parents.

‘Sweetheart.’

The emotions catch in your throat that he can’t say it – you get it, you do. It’s not respectful to call another girl that, everything about your friendship was upsetting Sarah, and the last thing you wanted was him to hurt because of you. Yet the thought of losing him was extremely painful. You knew both of you would move on one day, but fuck it hurt.

“You don’t seem happy, and I don’t think that’s just me coming to college. Is she always that way?” You ask hesitantly, seeing him stiffen.

“She’s just very passionate I guess,” you sigh, Satoru leans closer, a little leaf has blown and landed on your hair. “Here, something got on there.”

“I think our plan is working,” Shoko and Suguru are leaning in front of the school building, smoking ciggies and watching you and Satoru sit on a bench, talking and leaning just a bit closer. “Suguru, you play it well.”

“Well she is pretty and I do like her,” he inhales his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in a puffy cloud. “But of course she belongs with Satoru. They've always belonged together.”

“Ah, two dummies,” Shoko laughs just a bit, seeing the way Gojo tucks your hair behind your ear before Sarah drives up in her little ostentatious sports car. “I hope it works, that ‘cheer captain!’ is gonna make me catch a charge.”

“Fuck I hope so too, let me get to my role,” Suguru bows and flicks the cigarette, Shoko snorts.

She watches as Suguru ‘casually’ bumps into you, watches Gojo's face – so jealous even if he thinks he's hiding it. She leans back against the brick wall, putting the cigarette to her lips as Nanami comes over, coughing.

“Terrible for you,” she hands him one, so he lights it like he always does. “Terrible influence.”

“You love them,” she flicks her ash and hands him a light. “Watch the two dummies, it's my pastime."

“I'm way past tired of seeing them fumble since we were in third grade,” he swipes some of his blond locks back, shaking his head. “Look how they just eye each other. Who thinks that's normal?”

“I know,” Suguru kisses your hand, Nanami and Shoko snort as they watch the scowl from Satoru, glaringly apparent across the courtyard.

“He's really going for it, huh?”

“He is, I hope it works, I can't stand seeing Sarah-”

“Ah ah,” Shoko puts her fingertips to his lips. “Don't say her name.”

“She's not Voldemort!” Nanami’s words make Shoko sigh.

“Yes she is – Voldemort with perky tits.”

“Yuck…” Shoko laughs now.

“She can be hot and a bitch.”

“No, it ruins it all for me,” Nanami ruffles Shoko’s hair, putting out the cigarette now. “Quit smoking.”

Shoko opens another and earns Nanami’s look of annoyance, peering over at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Suguru eyes are on you, smiling at your blush and Gojo's scowl he can feel burning his back. He would feel bad but he needs his best friends to just figure this the fuck out, and pissing off Satoru wasn't the worst side effect of that. He just hopes it works, he can't stand seeing a shell of both of you.

“I got you this,” Suguru pulls out a small, slightly battered copy of your favorite book ever from his bag, the one you’d mentioned you lost over the summer when you two hung out at the party.

“For me? How did you even remember?” You can’t help but smile, feeling Satoru’s eyes watch you, your fingers tracing the worn cover.

“I remember alot.”

You’re so caught up in his gesture, giggling all cute – that you don’t notice the way Satoru has gone completely still, standing next to Sarah who had gotten out of her car. The book, it was your favorite, Satoru had seen you read it over and over.

Wuthering Heights.

Your face looks so pretty then, smile on it brightening everything, but moreso the way Suguru is looking at you – fucking love sick. That hits him hard, he knew you and Suguru were getting closer, but this felt a little too intimate, a little too real, and he can’t say or do anything.

He should be happy, not envious that Suguru thought enough to do that for you, something that he should have done, or at least he felt he should have. Satoru hardly notices Sarah talking, and he feels even worse about it, falling into a self loathing that’s hard to get out of. Why didn’t he even know you lost it? Why was Suguru already getting that smile from you?

Why couldn’t he just be happy for his two friends?

“There you are, babe! I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.” she clings to Satoru tightly, smiling mean at you now. “What are we all staring at?”

You pause and look at her, then Satoru. “Nothing, Suguru just got me a replacement for a book I lost.”

“We should uh…” Satoru trails off. “Go.”

“Wait a minute,” she looks right at you with a nasty smile. “About that double date! Friday night? That new Italian place? It’s perfect!”

“Um, sure,” you clear your throat, plastering on a fake smile. “Sounds good to me.”

“Thanks for being nice to her,” Satoru says as he sits in the passenger seat of her car, she kisses him and looks at you over his head.

Right at you.

She makes a fucking show of running her fingers along that undercut, hitting you right in the chest, envy and jealousy that you don’t want to feel. You refuse to acknowledge it, instead looking back down at your book, ignoring the blatant public display she’s putting on.

“Sarah…”

“What, you look so sexy today Satoru,” he can practically feel your eyes on them, turning for a moment to see you look quickly away. “We’re going on a double date, why be careful what we do? She’s just your friend.”

“No, no, just the pda in front of everyone is always a little crazy,” she hums and takes his hand, putting it on her thigh, deliberately in front of you and Suguru, Satoru clears his throat, looking at where she sat it.

“Then let’s go somewhere private.”

“Hey,” Suguru catches your attention as they drive off, you try to focus then, touching the book carefully. “I feel like I dragged you into the date.”

“No, no!”

“I did,” he sighs now, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t even ask you on my own, or tell you I um… like you.”

“Oh? You like me?” He does like you, he’s not lying – though he doesn’t reveal the fact that this is all to get you with Satoru. He’d feel bad about it if him Shoko, Hime and Kento all agreed the same.

You two needed a little push.

“Of course I do,” he brushes your hair back, what Satoru had done earlier and then stopped himself, you feel heat rise to your cheeks, tummy fluttering just a bit. Suguru had quite this cute effect on you, not the violent moths that Satoru brought constantly, it was gentler, but still something you’ve not felt with other boys.

Suguru and Satoru were both two of the most attractive men you’ve seen, and both your friends for a long time. You hadn’t met Suguru till eighth but you feel comfortable with him. Maybe it would be a good thing to try to push things back, to let Satoru be happy with Sarah and come to terms that your relationship would be different.

You can't ever find love if you're pining away from what could never be.

You look into pretty amethyst eyes and touch his shoulder nervously. You're not just ‘inexperienced’. You've never even let anyone kiss you before. You've missed out on so much because of your love for Satoru and something about that look from Sarah cinched it all in, sinking into your mind.

You can't confess your love without hurting another girl and ruining your friendship.

“I want to hang out with you Suguru,” you say softly, he leans down and tilts your chin up, amethyst eyes swirling all pretty – lids heavy as he smiles at you.

“Do you? I kinda thought you and Satoru…”

“Ah, no he doesn’t look at me like that,” you clear your throat then, his lips are hovering close. You can’t say you never kissed, ugh!

“I’m um, nervous.” You mumble instead, earning his soft smile.

“It’s no rush, Princess, plant one on here,” he taps his cheek and you giggle, tiptoeing and doing just that, your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his warm skin under your lips.

“You’re sweet,” he brushes a hand down your back, respectful but still you feel the tension in your tummy, biting your lip. “I think it’ll be fun, if not for…”

“The evil witch disguised as a cheer captain?”

You snort a little. “Yeah, that.”

“Well we can go on a date alone next, sound good?”

“Very,” Suguru walks you over to your next class before waving goodbye, leaving you to walk with Shoko, both of you are in pre med classes. “Hey Shoko!”

“Hey sweets,” she smiles a bit at you. “You and Sugu, huh?”

“Just a little date!”

“You’re cute.” She ruffles your hair.

“Does everyone have to do that?” You blow your hair from your face, Shoko laughs a bit. “Um, Shoko?”

“Hmm?” She sucks on a lollipop, and your eyes dart to her lips.

“Could you show me how to kiss sometime?”

“What?” She blinks rapidly, and then sees your face. “Oh sweets you don’t know how?”

“No, ugh! Not not of course but, some time? Suguru doesn’t know I haven’t kissed, and I don’t want to be terrible at it.”

“I doubt you’d be bad at it,” she sighs then, taking your hand and sneaking you into an empty class.

“Shoko, we’ll be late!”

She laughs softly and pulls her lollipop out of her mouth, pressing you just a bit against the door, you know she’s your friend and you feel comfy but suddenly your heart is racing. “Why no kiss, pretty girl?”

“Shoko you’re making me question my sexuality,” she just smiles, running her delicate fingers along your jaw, humming. “I was… ugh, if I tell you please keep it a secret?”

“Of course I will,” she runs a thumb over your lower lip, leaning towards you so you can inhale her sweet scent. “We’re friends I won’t betray that.”

“It was some dumb hope for Satoru,” she sighs as you shut your eyes. “I will not be disrespectful to his relationship, I swear.”

“I wish you would I hate that little bitch,” you laugh softly and open your eyes. “I know you wouldn’t. Did you ever think Satoru liked you back?”

“No, not more than a friend,” Shoko almost laughs, you and Satoru are the most clueless people she’s ever heard of.

She can’t wait to rub it in his face one day that she kissed you first.

“Hmm, purse your lips just a bit,” you do that and she presses hers on yours, soft and sweet like cherry from the red lolly, you let out a soft little sound and Shoko pulls back. “Press yours against mine.”

You lean closer, pressing your lips more firmly against Shoko’s, gasping when her little pink tongue darts along the seam of yours, letting her in the warm recesses of your mouth. Your hands gently rest on her waist, your tongue tentatively moving back, as her hand entangles in your hair and tugs, your soft little moan should be embarrassing but it escapes anyway.

Shoko can kiss.

She’s so soft and sensual, you copy her moves a bit and commit them to memory, flustered and warm, when she pulls back and just a trail of saliva drips between your lips. She smiles at your pretty, dazed expression, pressing another kiss on your lower lip and nipping it with her teeth.

“You’re a natural,” she murmurs, you’re still dazed as fuck from her, soft brown eyes glinting all mischievous. “You allright baby?”

“Y-yes um, you’re just really hot?” She laughs a bit, before she takes that lolly pop and brushes it on your lips.

“Suck,” you obey immediately. “Mmm, good girl.”

“Shoko!” Are you into women!?

You’re into her.

“You’re so cute,” you hold the lolly and suck it again, earning her pleased expression. “Good practice?’

“Very,” you clear your throat as your tongue swirls the candy. “Aww you’re my first kiss!”

“I feel very special, Satoru missed out,” at the mention your heart races just a little bit. “But Suguru seems like he really is interested?”

“He does, and I like him,” you admit, trying to focus on the now, the way the candy tastes, Shoko walking next to you again as you both sneak into class.

You would at least give this a try, and work on just being a friend to Satoru Gojo, even if that hurt.

*****

“Hey,” Satoru is alone when you meet him at the restaurant, phone in hand as he smiles up at you. “Sarah is runnin’ late.”

“So is Suguru,” you sit next to him in the circular booth, your thighs brush against his and you scooch away a bit, heart racing in your chest violently. Why can’t you just be normal around him? “How are you and Sarah doing? I’m sorry if I seemed like I was prying the other day.”

“No, no, you didn’t,” he trails off a bit, fidgeting with his phone, flipping it in little circles in his hand, a movement he’s done for years with various objects. Something you’ve noticed he does when he’s nervous, which isn’t too often. “You like Suguru, huh?”

“I do,” you blush now, looking down. “I guess you could say I had a crush on both of you.”

“What?” You look back up at him, seeing his brows raised, lips parted. He’s wearing this dress shirt that has no right fitting him like it does, tailored like all of his were to fit him like a glove. You struggle not to notice how buff he’s gotten, the muscles visible under the thin white.

“Well might as well admit it,” you’re so lying, a crush was not the word for him. You had crushes on Suguru and now – Shoko – but Satoru? That was obsessive, undeniable love. Irrevocable in the amount of nights you’ve laid there and wrote poems for him, songs, journal entries. But at least this gets some of it off your chest. “I guess puppy love.”

“Puppy love,” he trails off, you pull up the menu nervously as the waiter comes over.

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Could I get a glass of blush?” You ask, they ask for your ID which you show, and feel Satoru’s gaze heavy on you. “What is it?”

“You drink wine?”

“I have had a couple glasses before, much better than jungle juice,” you nudge him with your shoulder playfully, he doesn’t laugh. “I made it weird! It’s okay if you didn’t crush back.”

God you’re so fucking wrong.

He can’t even stand your scent, your proximity, the way the lights are hitting your pretty face right now. His gaze drops from yours for a moment, flickering down to the soft sweater you chose, the way it falls off one shoulder, softly moulding to your pretty body. The way your collar bones are just begging for his mouth, breasts rising and falling underneath soft wool.

He brushes a lock of your hair that’s fallen over your shoulder, before catching himself and snapping back up to meet your eyes, hand falling. You’re staring at him with dilated eyes and parted lips, ones he’d die to feel on his own – but he has to lie and act like he feels nothing for you, that it was some ‘crush’ like you felt.

How paltry that is to say.

“Toru?” You ask softly, as he clears his throat. “I said too much.”

“No, no of course I crushed on you,” you flush all cute underneath his gaze as he tries to retain some normalcy. “How couldn’t I? Who didn’t?”

“Oh, who did! Silly, you’re too sweet.” You playfully push at his shoulder before pausing, fingers touching his arm carefully.

“Suguru did, clearly,” he murmurs, you smile softly. “Lots of boys did, you were just too shy to really see.”

“Maybe so, but I know all the girls crushed on you!”

“Yeah why wouldn’t they?” He brushes his hair back, feigning ease and confidence, it works – you laugh.

He aches when he sees it. Nerdy little laugh, you snort when you don’t try actively not to, and fuck it’s precious.

Sarah is his girlfriend – if he keeps repeating it, maybe it’ll sink in.

“You um…” he opens his mouth, then closes it. He tries again, his voice coming out rough and quiet. “You… uh…”

“What’s wrong?” You tug at your soft sweater, frowning. “It’s kinda a dress I guess? A sweater dress. I had nothing fancy, ugh! You think Sarah will say something?’

“She… you…” He wants to say you’re fucking beautiful.

How can he? Without being disloyal, without making shit more confusing than it needs to be, but how can he not reassure you? A friend he’s had his whole life, closer to him than family, now he’s awkwardly sitting here and can’t even let you know that you’re lovely, achingly lovely to him.

He clears his throat, smiling as if things are normal. “You look… nice.”

Nice.

“Oh, um thanks,” you smile at that, but he already knows – the word is weak, a pale imitation of what you are to him.

Nice, fucking nice.

What he really wants to say he can’t. “Very uh… nice.”

“Thanks, Toru. You don’t look so bad yourself, but you always look handsome.” You say softly, his jaw clenches, struggling to keep it together.

“I… I mean, your outfit is fine, and your face…”

“My face?”

“It’s fine…” You frown now, and he curses internally.

“My face is fine?”

“Yeah I mean – it’s…” Fuck he’s ruining it all. “You’re so pr-”

Just then, the chime of a bell cuts through the awkward fumbling of Satoru Gojo, the restaurant door swings open and lets in the cool air. Both of you look to see Suguru walk in, his eyes darting around as he swipes off just a bit of snow from his jacket. The weather has been insane lately.

He smiles and walks up. “Hey, sorry I’m late,”

“No, you’re fine!” Suguru smiles, sliding  into the booth next to you, eyes darting across your face as you lean over and hug him.

“Wow, you look so beautiful.”

“Oh Sugu,” you giggle and cover your mouth all cute, as Satoru watches his best friend tell his other best friend what he wanted to say, with ease. “You don’t have to say all that.”

“Well you do, so…” He kisses your cheek, Satoru wants to bash his fucking head on the table and knock himself out. “I love that color on you.”

“Thank you,” Satoru sees Sarah walk in next, in a slinky dress that fits her snatched little waist, tits out, thighs out. You frown when you see her, suddenly looking down at yourself.

She has on Gucci and red bottoms and you have on old navy.

Of course you just look ‘nice’ to Satoru, he has her.

“Oh don’t you look quaint,” Sarah says to you when you all stand to greet her, you suddenly feel mortified, as her fake grin widens. “You must have left your clothes back home! I could see if I have anything from last season that may fit.”

“Oh no, don’t worry,” you feel tears hit as she laughs, kissing Satoru right on the mouth, arms wrapped around his neck. Satoru pulls back, tense as he looks down at her.

“Be nice,” he mouths, she laughs.

“I am!” She whispers in his ear, nipping it and running a hand down his chest. “Mmm, if I be nice will you fill me up later?”

“Sarah,” he pulls back and glares just a bit, she’s not like this when you’re not around – she’s clingy, but she goes so fucking far when you’re here. “Have a seat, we should order.”

“Sarah you look so pretty,” you say then, trying to be friendly, she smirks at you.

“Of course I do.”

You blink, Suguru snorts next to you, a hand resting on your thigh that Satoru can see, the action making him itch to yank his hand off, a toxic, fucked ass thought. He’s unreasonably jealous when he has no right to be, especially with Sarah running her hand up and down his thigh, too high to where he has to pause her, making her pout at him.

“Satoru…”

“Please behave,” he murmurs, you hear him though, focusing on Suguru and the menu now.

“What do you want, princess?” Suguru asks, you get flustered at the name.

“Princess?” Satoru asks, Suguru looks at him and smirks.

“She is one.”

“You don’t call me that!” Sarah’s so fucking loud people are all looking at her from everywhere.

“I call you baby so,” he kisses her nose, she giggles obscenely loud. “It’s good to have you all here, my oldest friends and my girlfriend. I want you all to get along.”

“Oh we are already besties, right?” She asks you, all you can do is manage to nod, remembering the mean words she whispered the other night, when the drinks come over. “Aw, my fave! Satoru!!”

“Of course,” she kisses him dead ass on the mouth again, making everyone uncomfortable, claiming him for her own.

Yeah, you get the hint.

“Want me to order for you?” Suguru offers softly, you smile thankfully and nod. “Got it.”

The dinner is… as fucking awkward as a dinner could be, Sarah is so much over Gojo it’s actually ridiculous to anyone around, her thigh slung over his as she sips her wine, making him feed her from his fork. He tries to disentangle himself, to talk to you and Suguru, but the moment he ignores her she’s back on him, whispering in his ear, fingers trailing across the buttons of his dress shirt.

Luckily, Suguru is the perfect companion, he’s so funny and with him you can almost ignore just how badly everything is hurting you. He offers you a little bite of his food on a fork and you take it nervously, letting him wipe your mouth with his thumb as you chew, eyeing Satoru whose gaze is currently locked on you, since Sarah is engrossed taking selfies with her phone.

Perfect opportunity to make his friend jealous.

Suguru will enjoy this too much, he admits, you do look fucking pretty and he’ll love kissing you, if Satoru doesn’t see reason soon maybe Suguru would actually enjoy you too much. But he knows that connection you all have, and he knows that this would give him his best friends back, make them happy. Kissing you is just a fun little bonus for what really needs to happen.

Suguru tilts your chin up then, and Sarah is babbling on, his eyes see Satoru in his peripherals, knuckles white as his fists clench his slacks, Suguru smiles just a bit before whispering in your ear. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Oh,” you lick your lips again, remembering your lessons from Shoko, a hand on Suguru’s chest. “Yes, I’d like that.”

Suguru lowers his mouth and captures yours, kissing you softly, you sigh into his lips, letting him slip his tongue in teasingly, it’s not obscene like how Sarah just fucking licks her tongue around Satoru like she’s in a hentai – it’s delicate and passionate. You fall into it, remembering how to move your mouth, hearing Sarah’s little snicker and ignoring it.

Suguru and Shoko both kiss way too good, you’re barely able to keep up without feeling dizzy, when he pulls back and presses his lips on yours again, smiling down at you. “Sugu…”

“Too much?” You shake your head as his fingers dance across your cheek, when Sarah shouts Satoru’s name.

“Satoru!?”

“What?” He manages to rip his eyes off the two of you, the way his heart is ripped in half seeing you with anyone, how fucking dumb of him.

“You’re staring.”

“Well my fucking friends are kissing okay? Maybe it's different for me?” He manages to say, she laughs then, standing up. “Sarah…”

“I’ll find someone to pay attention to me.” She stomps off and Satoru sighs, covering his face as you watch her dart over to the bar, bending over and flirting with the bartender there.

“Satoru,” you whisper, a hand holding his now, he looks at it and swallows, before his eyes meet yours, and he sees your lips swollen from Suguru’s kiss. “You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

“I was staring,” he admits, voice breaking a bit, holding your hand for just a moment before he pulls back, leaving your hand still tingling from his touch. “She’s worried I give you too much attention.”

“Oh,” you manage, seeing her now leaning forward, tugging the bartender to her, Satoru scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “That’s just…”

“I need to leave,” he looks at you both apologetically. “I’m sorry.”

“No, of course,” he leans forward and brushes your hair back, swallowing as if he’ll say something, hand gripping in your hair for just a moment before he stands up, rushing out. Sarah notices and drops her act, running out and screaming his name, leaving you with Suguru.

“Jesus christ,” you whisper. “What is going on with him? Since when does he take being treated like that?”

“I don’t know,” Suguru admits, frowning when he catches sight of her rushing after Satoru, pretending to trip on the fucking sidewalk so he has to turn and help her up. “Fuck she’s so obvious.”

“Not to him,” you watch as he helps her and she’s crying, a spectacle really, all of the restaurant is murmuring. “She just kisses people when she’s mad at him?”

“Worse,” Suguru admits. “She’s been… I hate rumours but…”

“But what?” You look at him now curiously, he runs a hand through his dark locks. “She’s done more?”

“I’ve heard she’s hooked up with people at parties, I don’t know how true it is. Now she’s talking she’s on the pill to him and –” You’re blushing, Suguru pauses. “You’re not experienced, huh?”

“No,” you admit. “I made Shoko teach me to kiss so I wouldn’t suck for you.”

“What now?” He smirks. “That’s hot.”

“Sugu!” You cover your face and he chuckles, a hand brushing up and down your back gently. “Don’t tease me.”

“I could tease you,” his eyes are all glittery when you peek between your fingers at him. “You’re too cute, how can I not?”

“Silly,” you sigh and look out the window, seeing her dragging Satoru for a kiss, your heart hurts so badly you almost feel sick. “Oh.”

“Yeah she uses her… fuck charms? I guess, and gets him back every time.”

“I wish he could see he’s worth more.” Suguru sighs.

“Yeah, me too. We uh, should finish our meal, yeah? Get your mind off it.”

“Please.”

****

“Get off me,” he shoves Sarah and she scoffs, chasing him to his car as he wipes her kiss on the back of his hand. “You’re ridiculously rude, I can’t even believe you fucking disrespect me like that.”

“You were gawking at that basic bitch.”

“Don’t dare fucking call her that,” he turns around and scowls at her, nails pressing into his palms. “Don’t talk about my friend like that.”

“I’m sorry, okay!?” She is flapping her fucking arms, he’s trying to get in his car and she’s literally blocking his way.

“I’m done with this, with you, get out of my way.”

“Satoru I just love you, and you were staring at them! What should I think!?”

“Then talk to me, don’t kiss strangers, then me? No thanks,” he tries to gently move her when she just sinks into his drivers seat. “Get out.”

“Not until you forgive me!”

“I’ll just uber home.” He walks off and she’s chasing him again, until he feels like he can’t breathe.

His entire life his family has always forced shit on him – the perfect girl, the perfect this, be amazing at that. Sarah was from the family they chose and he just so happened to like her, be attracted, it surely was ideal when he knew he’d have to run the business in a few years. Fuck he thought he loved her.

Was this love? This anger, this hurt, the constant panic in his heart that he’ll fuck it up and she’ll retaliate?

It can’t be.

His eyes catch you snuggling in the booth with Suguru, and he’s paused for a moment, the pain clutching at him.

That should be him.

“Please just talk!” She’s in his view now, he closes his eyes, looking down when she’s cupping his face. “I’m scared to lose you, Satoru, to her. I see how she’s looking at you, how close she sat. Can you blame me?”

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” he curses as her tears fall. “You constantly act like this, I have to wonder if all those rumors are true. You in bed with men.”

“I would never!? You’re all I want, god I just love you so much – I want to marry you, have your Gojo heirs.” She’s sniffling, covering her stomach with his hand, he jerks it away. “Satoru please, just forgive me.”

“I need to fucking be alone, just let me go,” she hugs him tightly and he sees your eyes catch his in the window, your frown glaringly apparent, your words ringing in his ears over and over.

That kiss with Suguru won’t stop playing in his head – be happy for you both, let you both be together, Suguru would be good to you. To the girl the most important to him, no one is better. Fuck, Suguru looked happy too, he has to respect that, Sarah wasn’t right in her actions, but he did want you – he was jealous.

Satoru was terrible, hurting you, now Sarah was hurt.

“Please just let’s make up, I’ll be nice to her I swear,” she tugs him down, kissing him even though his lips are firm, unyielding. “You know I just do this because I love you so much, it makes me crazy.”

“The excuse is old,” he murmurs, his heart not even in it, his heart is ripped in half from seeing you.

Sarah was just adding to his depression.

“Let’s just be together, just us. I’ll make it up to you, I swear! And I’ll do something nice for your friend, okay? I’ll really try.” He sighs now.

He always lets her back, just to fucking hurt him again.

“Please truly try to be kind, I will not forgive you again,” she smiles all bright like nothing happened – a talent of hers. “You’ll apologize to them both tomorrow.”

“I will, I swear!”

*****

“I’m so sorry,” Sarah says to you and Suguru the next day at campus, you both sort of look at each other, then at Satoru, who looks exhausted. “Truly! I was not myself yesterday.”

“You should apologize to Satoru,” you say then, she gasps as you glare right at her – not the sweet thing she’s used to. “You disrespected him, humiliated him, you didn’t do shit wrong to me.”

“Listen you little-”

“Sarah,” Satoru stops her, she looks at him and then blinks these tears that hit on command.

“I should apologize, oh Satoru I know the man you are,” you throw up in your mouth a bit. “I will never disrespect you again, just as I know you won’t.”

She scowls at you, and you scowl right back, no fake smile for her. “That’s bullshit, you’ve done it twice in front of me. Do you even know the man you have? If so you’d never do that.”

“I do know who he is,” she steps up to you, too close now, making your tummy twist in knots. “I know him intimately. We have been together a year, and he’s not even seen you.”

That hits.

“He barely brought you up.”

You step back, the pain seeping through, Suguru wraps an arm around you now. “He sure the fuck did, if you ever did more than try to suck his dick you’d know.”

“I need to go,” you whisper, Satoru steps forward, his brows drawn together.

“That’s not true, I swear I didn’t just not bring you up,” he whispers, Sarah laughs softly. “I have.”

“Barely to me,” she gasps. “Oh wait, I'm so silly. He brought up his ‘sister’ all the time, but he doesn’t have one. That’s you! Please, let’s just start off better, okay? I’m just… possessive of my Toru.”

Toru.

She calls him that?

Little fucking sister.

You knew it but fuck.

“Can we go?” You ask Suguru, who glares at both of them now, before nodding, turning you around. Satoru calls out your name and rushes towards you, as Sarah shouts for him. 

“Please,” he touches your shoulder, you turn to him now, and Suguru pauses, looking between you both. “Just a moment.”

“She’ll kill me.”

“She won’t,” he looks at his friend. “Just a moment.”

“You need to get it together, Satoru,” he says before he walks off, and you see Sarah stomping over.

“I don’t feel like fighting, I suck at it and these glasses are new.”

“They’re pretty on you,” he blurts out, you look at him in confusion now, his hands are on your shoulders, stepping closer – too close. “I should have told you that you looked beautiful too, yesterday.”

“No, you don’t need to,” it’ll just hurt more. “Satoru I don’t think we can be friends if she’s like this, she’ll just hurt you more, and seeing you in pain?” You blink back tears and fail. “That destroys me.”

“Sweetheart…”

“No, please,” you sniffle and cover your face, sobs wracking your frame, breaking his heart, not knowing what to say. “We can’t be friends and I should have known, it’s hard f-for a girl and a boy to be. But god I’ll miss you, so much.”

“Don’t say that,” he tugs you to him now, hugging you tightly. “Don’t say that, I can’t lose you.”

“I’ve not been here for a year, she’s right,” you sniffle and inhale his scent, lingering in his embrace for too long before you step back. “I have just brought you stress, made her hurt you more.”

“You haven’t.” His eyes are glimmering with his own tears, you feel your throat constrict as you realize it.

You can never be his friend, you’re just too in love, and it’s clear that Sarah has him wrapped around her finger.

“She won’t be mad if we don’t spend time together,” you sigh and touch his cheek, smiling sadly. “I’ll always love you, Toru. I’ll always be here, but we cannot… actively be friends with her around. It will only hurt us more.”

“I-”

“She’s coming, just let her know I won’t be around, okay?” Satoru barely is able to speak when you rush off, hand entwining with Suguru, looking sadly back at him.

The boy you loved, now you can’t even have as your best friend anymore.

don't come for Satoru in my comments again, he's gaslit and sad I stg

also hope you enjoy - I will need to get taglists together in a few!

[madamechrissy]

you belong with me

You were friends with him from birth - the boy across the street, Satoru Gojo. However, you lose touch in college, but finally you're going to the same school! You have a love letter written, but you find Satoru - the football captain - is dating the top cheerleader. And she hates you. You're the girl who doesn't really get noticed, the girl in the bleachers playing the clarinet, watching Satoru score a touchdown and kiss his girlfriend. It hurts, but you try to stay uninvolved, but you're watching the boy you knew hurt. Can the two of you have a friendship anymore, and does he feel the same way as you?

pairings - football star! gojo x band geek! reader

warnings - light angst, college au, mutual pining, lost friendship, friends to lovers, Satoru's dating a bitch named Sarah, she gaslights our pookie </3 mentions of manipulation, popularity issues, reader is a lil band geek (I gave her glasses sry if that's not immersive but some of us are blind lmao) eventual smut, sexual tension.

This is absolutely based on the T Swift song <3 Part of @indiewritesxoxo series event! there will likely be four parts of this ;)

art by @/Jan on X!

part two

part one

You've been in love with your neighbor Satoru Gojo for as long as you can remember.

You've also been his best friend even longer - there are photos of Gojo kissing your cheek at three years old in an album your mom has somewhere. You both practically grew up together, and shared everything - whether it was his most precious Digimon cards, or the cutest Pokemon figures you could find.

Endless movies on the weekends, mall trips in high school, hitting the comic cons as you grew on to college, and that's when you both really drifted apart a bit.

College.

Satoru went to the dorms at a University where you stayed home with your family doing community, but every holiday he would come back, and the two of you caught up on old times.

Now you finally got into the same university, so you were excited to spend more time with your best friend.

Yes, you love him, and no doesn’t know. His friendship was just too important to you, the one that survived every breakup he had, and the one you had too, every tragedy and loss, he was there.

Yet it all changed, when you realized Satoru Gojo wasn't really the sweet nerdy boy you grew up with, no he was a football captain, and he happened to be dating the head of the cheerleading team. Your first meeting with her was... interesting to say the least.

"Hey sweet- I mean hey," Gojo corrected himself, earning a glare from the pretty brunette on his arm, smiling abashedly at you now. "This is my best friend since like birth."

"Oh, I've heard about you," she said, holding a hand out with a nasty little sneer. "I see you’re in marching band, so cute, you and your little flute, hmm?"

You blink a bit, almost stepping back like you were smacked, standing in the field surrounded by everyone practicing for the game tonight. You look at Satoru who is frowning just a bit, the light hitting his pretty blue eyes and reflecting, you get lost in them for a moment, before taking her hand.

“It’s a clarinet.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” she's snickering.

Her nails are elegantly done, yours are fucked up and chewed from nerves. She has pretty rings on all her fingers, really all of her is gorgeous, including her form in the little cheer outfit that showcases it all. It's no wonder he'd find her beautiful, she is.

Yet something about her...

"Aren't you going to say hi back?" She snaps, you blink a bit, and Satoru clears his throat.

"She's shy," he says, smiling affectionately at you and patting your head, like you're a little puppy. "How have you been? I miss you."

"I miss you too, um..." you hold your clarinet with both hands, nervously pressing on the little silver buttons. "I'm sorry, my head is in outer space. It's lovely to meet you too."

She smiles, this cold one that doesn't quite meet her eyes, before clinging to Satoru tightly, kissing his cheek, he wraps an arm around her, and the sight of his big hand on her waist almost makes you sick. Why?

You've seen Gojo with several girls over the years, he was very popular once he got to about junior year of high school, but you stayed very much the 'nerd' friend. That was okay though, with Gojo you just could be her, you could be the girl playing clarinet versions of pokemon songs as he played his guitar terribly, until you both made such a ruckus your parents yelled at you all.

He was just a little different with her, you see his tense smile as she trails her hand up his jersey right in front of you, showcasing a hint of sculpted abdominals that makes your heart race. You avert your eyes, but Gojo grips her wrist, pausing her touches quickly.

“Hey,” he murmurs softly in her ear. “Not here.”

“Why?” She giggles, usually Gojo enjoys her touches of course, but it’s just rude to do it especially in front of a friend he hasn’t gotten to hardly see in months.

God you look cute too, in this little blue band uniform and an insanely tall black hat that clips around your chin. You have a new pair of glasses he notices, you’re about as blind as he is, though Gojo wears contacts due to the football playing, he still has his own glasses at night. They’re a cute blue, bringing out all the shades in your eyes.

Your cast down eyes, currently. He suddenly feels a longing to know how you’ve been, he’s been shit at keeping up with you back home. Studies, football, friends and endless frat events, it all has been too much, sometimes he barely gets time to do the little things you and him used to do, to enjoy his time.

Her touch hits again, so he firmly removes her hand, kissing it and smiling. She was clingy as fuck lately, but if he didn’t give her attention she just tended to be so spiteful and mean, he tried to keep up with it.

“You’re so cute,” she giggles now to him. “You all knew each other for years?”

“Mhm,” you say softly, eyeing their hands now, averting your gaze again. “Since we were in pull ups.”

“You remember that picture where you’re wearing pull ups on your head?”

“Hah, that was you!”

“Nope,” Gojo is grinning and so are you, his girlfriend tugs away, glaring right in your direction, making you freeze up.

“You two are awfully close,” she says now, scoffing as she studies you up and down. “What could you have in common?”

“Um…” You aren’t used to this, someone scrutinizing you – you are socially awkward at times, but your friend group is diverse. “We have a lot in common.”

“In what world?”

“Sarah,” Gojo says softly. “You’re not being very friendly.”

“Well you don’t need to hang out with girls at all,” Gojo blinks a bit, white brows drawing in confusion. “I’m sorry, but you don’t.”

“You have plenty of male friends.”

“Not ones who eye fuck me.”

You gasp, blinking back tears and stepping back then. “Seriously!?”

“Well she is,” you feel tears slip down your cheeks now, and she laughs just a bit. “Aw, are you crying?”

“You’re just very rude,” you manage to say then, sniffling a bit. “I don’t even know what ‘eye fuck’ means, but I wouldn’t disrespect a relationship. I need to finish practicing, good to see you Gojo.”

You run off and Sarah is all over him again, arms wrapped on his neck – what was once attractive feels suffocating, he glares down at her. “The fuck is that, aren’t you miss popularity? I’ve never seen you be mean to a girl.”

“She clearly has it bad for you, and I don’t like competition,” she says with a shrug, but then pouts. “Are you mad at me, Satoru?”

“I’m irritated,” her eyes fill with tears then. “You should just trust me.”

“I do! I don’t trust her, she just looks at you like… like she’s in love,” he sighs, shaking his head. “She does.”

“She’s important to me, I want you to get along with her, okay?”

Sarah glares a bit then, trailing her fingers down Satoru’s chest. “Oh? I should get along with her?”

“It means a lot, she’s very close to me,” he eyes you then and wants to disentangle himself, to hug you. It’s been months and he was so excited for you to join his school, only for your first impression to be terrible.

But Sarah is his girlfriend and it’s been a year together. He usually thought she hung the fucking stars in the sky, he’s never seen a side of her like this.

“I can’t help but be jealous, baby,” she says, lips against his ear. “How can I not be, when I have the hottest guy in school?”

“Uh huh,” her teeth nip his ear as you catch his gaze, eyes unreadable, quickly focusing on setting up your music book and stand. It topples over and crashes, a couple people help you, but Sarah laughs.

“She’s a clumsy thing, huh?”

You are, but it’s cute. The amount of times he’d cleaned up your cuts and helped your bruises was hard to count, but you just were that way – uncoordinated, where Satoru was the picture of coordination. It always balanced itself out, he’d catch you before you’d just careen over something, and you were a little better at school, you’d always helped him study.

A big reason he got university was his family of course, but also the grades you helped him get. You not being able to go immediately had hurt him, he can’t think of all the nights he missed you – he’d spend time away from the frat parties just to text you in his room, smiling.

If Gojo admits it to himself, he used to have a terrible crush on you, so bad in fact it was hard to even date other girls, without comparing it to his best friend. But he never wanted to ruin what both of you had, so he never acted on it. He still can feel it, the way his heart raced when he saw you again, how happy he fucking was, but that made him feel terrible.

He was dating Sarah after all.

A fact he was happy about until she was not nice to you.

“I didn’t tell you, I started taking the pill,” Satoru blushes at her bold comment in the middle of a fucking full field.

“Okay… um…”

“We could not use protection tonight, there’s an after party,” she giggles again, and he pulls back. “You’re blushing!”

“You’re talking about that right here? We can talk about that later, okay?” He tilts her chin up now. “After party, huh? You really wanna go, I was hoping to catch that movie before it’s over.”

“The Digimon movie? Gojo, you can’t be serious.”

You overhear a bit of their conversation as you’re cleaning your instrument, preparing the reed, your friend Shoko is setting up her sax, smiling at you. “Baby, you good?”

“I think so,” you murmur, looking back where Gojo is. “Do you know his girlfriend well?”

“She’s a bitch,” Utahime snorts in laughter right next to her. “She is!”

“You’re savage,” Utahime says, prepping her instrument as Nanami looks at them with a raised brow. “Do you like Sarah, Nanami?”

“No, but bitch is rather… crude,” he mumbles, smiling at you then. “How have you been? We missed you.”

“I’m doing really good, I’m so excited to be back with you guys,” he ruffles your hair like Gojo did, it’s how they treat you, like the cute little best friend. “Nanami, you're playing drums now?”

“Mhm, I still play the sax a bit though.”

“He taught me a lot,” Shoko blows into it a bit, and you swoon.

“Oh that’s sexy!”

They all laugh a bit, and Gojo hears it, looking longingly at his group of friends that everyone considers ‘band geeks’ and of course Shoko and Hime are very ‘theater kid’ as well. Gojo at times doesn’t feel like he fits into the ‘jock/frat’ thing aside from his friend Geto on the team with him. He loves sports but of course his parents really were the reason he got into it.

They’re at every game, so excited, he can’t break their hearts and not do it, plus Gojo really does enjoy football, and the thrill of being the best at it.

Yet part of him wishes he was over there at that moment.

“Please come to the party? We’ll even invite your little friend!” Gojo frowns a bit at that. “I’ll apologize, okay?”

“Please,” she kisses his lips, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Mmm… I like that perfume.”

“I bought it for you,” she giggles and then bounces off. “Let me make it right!”

Geto comes up to Gojo then, tossing him a foot ball, Gojo catches it with one hand, letting it fly back – the bright lights kick on as the dusk sets, tonight is the big game and they’re all trying to get a little practice in. “You see she’s here, right?”

“She is,” Gojo smiles. “I missed her.”

“Me too,” Geto tosses it back in the air with a whirl, Gojo catches it despite looking at you again. “So… I think I might ask her out.”

“Huh!?” Gojo misses the next catch, landing right in his face. “Shit!”

“That was an easy toss, you good?” Suguru runs over, Gojo winces and touches his nose. “Distracted much?”

“I guess,” his heart hammers in his chest, at the thought of anyone really with you but especially his other best friend. “What do you mean, ask her out?”

“I have always liked her,” Geto admits, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling at you, earning a cute wave of your fingers and a smile. “I never asked her back in the day because I was so convinced you were in love with her.”

“I… huh!? You… I…” Satoru can’t say a word then, just focusing on you, trying to hear what Sarah is saying.

“So I’m sorry I came off so rude, I just love Satoru so much,” she says, you  look down. “I didn’t realize you’re just his friend. Like a sister to him and all!”

Kill me now.

It’s all you can think as she talks, and your friends around you tense. “It’s so obvious now he doesn’t like you that way, I was just being silly.”

“Uh huh,” you bite down on your lower lip, looking back at the pretty girl who’s bent down, hands on her thighs, eyeing Nanami.

“Hey there Ken.”

“It’s not Ken,” he mumbles, she just giggles, flirtatious as fuck, surprising you considering she has fucking Gojo. 

“Why’d you quit football, hmm?”

“Interfered with my studies more than band,” he ignores her now, you can’t help but smile as she glares at him. “Don’t you have cheer to do?”

“Well I am the captain, so I decide when we do anything,” she giggles again. “Two captains together, isn’t it romantic?”

“Like a shitty 2000’s romcom,” Shoko chimes in, Sarah glares, but Shoko just smiles at her. “What are you doing over at the ‘band geeks’ as you call us?”

“You’re nasty as always,” she crosses her arms, stepping too close to you as you sit on the bleachers. “Anyway, I want you to come to the party tonight, as a show of my amazing good will and all.”

Everyone snorts in laughter.

“Um, nothing to apologize for,” you say softly, eyeing Gojo, who has his gaze affixed on you both. Surely he’s just looking at Sarah, and you’re being foolish. You have to get along with her, if she’s important to Gojo, you can’t let dumb feelings make you act up. “I’ll be glad to go tonight.”

“Yay!” She claps her hands, grinning all pretty. “Oh I’m so excited to get to know you, girl to girl. You can spill details about young Satoru hehe.”

You smile, attempting to be friendly, but something about her gives you a terrible feeling. You hope it’s not just your jealousy. “I’ll see you there, then.”

“Perfect, bye losers, by Ken.”

“Not fucking Ken,” he glares as she blows him a kiss, running off, Shoko rolls her eyes.

“That’s Satoru’s girlfriend, huh?” You ask softly, they all sigh and nod. “It just seems nothing like him?”

“He’s changed,” Shoko says. “Not inside – he’s still a nerdy little shit, but outwardly he’s… just different.”

“I see,” you murmur, watching as he talks with Geto, but Sarah throws herself into his arms, legs literally wrapping his hips. He almost stumbles back, catching her with his long fingers pressing into toned thighs. “They’re very um…”

“Gross?”

“Affectionate,” Nanami snorts a bit. “They seem cute together.”

“Uh huh.” Clearly, Sarah is not popular with them, but you see Geto run up then, looking handsome in his uniform, you stand and he hugs you tightly.

“Suguru!”

“It’s been forever,” his amethyst eyes light up a bit as he smiles at you. “How have you been? You look great.”

“Oh! You’re so sweet,” you flush, wondering how Gojo thought you did look, he didn’t say of course. But with a girl like Sarah all over him, you’re sure he doesn’t see you as anything but a ‘sister. It stung, but she was right. “You look great too. I can’t believe you and Satoru are football stars.”

“He’s definitely more the star, but I can’t wait to see you perform.”

“Aww!” You grin all pretty at him now, pushing up your glasses a bit. “I am excited to see you both play.”

“Are you going to the party?”

“I am, I’ve never even been to one so I’m nervous. Will you be there?”

“Mhm,” he kisses your cheek, it warms underneath his lips, making your tummy fill with butterflies for a moment. “All right, see you there then.”

It’s quiet, but Shoko is smoking a ciggy, ignoring the band directors scowl at her. “He likes you.”

“Me!? No way…” Geto waves as if on cue, Gojo is trying to disentangle Sarah off of him. “He’s single?”

“He is,” Utahime chimes in. “And he does totally like you. Honestly, I thought Gojo did forever.”

“No, we’re just friends…” You feel it then, blue eyes taking you in from across the field, you tremble a bit when your eyes lock, and he gives you a small smile.

Just friends, that’s all you two were.

It was a dumb thought that you’d magically come see him and you’d both fall for each other, as if he’d see that you were the girl for him, the one who has always been there. Yet now you see he’s moved on so much, you’re not sure how you and Gojo can even be friends like you were ever again, let alone the entire love confession you’ve written fifteen different times that’s sitting in your bag.

Of course he has a life, you didn’t even know about his girlfriend probably because you don’t do social media, considering you catch her taking a selfie with him and throwing the peace sign while she kisses his cheek. A little spark of envy hits, but you shove it down.

You have to be happy for him.

****

The game went amazing, of course Gojo got the last minute touchdown and everyone is cheering his name when he steps into the frat party, they’re all chugging beers and jumping up and down, dancing in a sea of bodies underneath flashing lights. At first this sort of thing overwhelmed Satoru but he eventually got used to it, though there were moments he’d just dip out and seek quiet.

Sarah is every bit the life of the party, everyone – aside from his friends – loves her, she lights up the room when she spins in, cheering for Gojo. “Look at my man, of course he won!”

“Gojo, Gojo, Gojo!”

He smiles but a bit of the attention gets to him, he can’t help but search for you in the crowd, curious if you came, his heart hammering when he sees you alone by the kitchen, sipping on a drink. You’re just wearing a little shirt and jeans but you’re so fucking cute, just the way the jeans hug your body makes him realize you’ve really changed since you were younger.

He shouldn’t be just staring at you, he looks up and smiles, waving then, earning your little wave back, and Sarah’s scowl.

“Satoru baby,” she leans up and kisses him, earning the oohs and ahhs of the entire party. “Don’t make me jealous.”

“I was saying hi,” she pouts now. “I thought you were gonna try to get to know her?”

“Well of course I am, she’s so… quaint.” She snickers and so do her little group of friends. “Isn’t she cute wearing… are those sneakers? Aww!”

“She’s precious,” her friend agrees. “We should all say hi.”

“Yeah no, she’s too shy to talk to that many people,” he says, earning a look from his girlfriend again. “Seriously, be nice to her.”

“You’re very protective, it’s all cute – like a big brother.” Sarah kisses his cheek, her hand slipping under his shirt, touching his back. “You’re gonna be the cutest dad, aren’t you?”

“Dad?” Her friends giggle more.

“She’s gonna make you a daddy.”

“Don’t call him that, bitch,” she shoves one of her friends as Satoru just frowns, eyeing you again, wanting to talk to you so badly. “Come on, let’s take shots!”

“I’ll be a minute,” he murmurs. “You all go ahead.”

Sarah and them run off, and he finally makes his way over to you, standing over in a corner nervously looking around, but your face lights up so pretty when you see him, so pretty his heart stops for a moment. Were you always this gorgeous, this effortlessly pretty?

Of course you were, but maybe he didn’t always notice.

“Satoru!” You hug him then pause. “Shit sorry…”

“No, please it’s okay,” he hugs you back against him, but you feel eyes all over you, especially his girlfriend and her group, even though the hug is friendly you feel too much pressed against him. “How are you, sweetheart?”

“You shouldn’t call me that,” you murmur, pulling back and looking at him. “She’ll get mad.”

“That’s what I always called you,” he sighs then, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry I’ve lost touch, I meant so many times to call you.”

“You’re just really busy, it’s okay,” you realize how close you are, you can inhale that familiar scent of him, the cologne filling your senses. It felt too good, that brief moment in his arms. “You’re so good at football, it was insane to see. I’m so proud of you.”

He pauses.

Fuck that feels good.

People expect him to be good at everything, but here you are, little tendrils falling out of your pony tail that he aches to curl around his fingers, your eyes lighting up behind those lenses. You always were proud of him though, whether it was him getting an A or him horribly playing guitar.

Perhaps you were his original cheerleader.

“I bet you killed the clarinet too,” he says, smiling down at you. “I know you always did so well in high school.”

“Thanks, I um… I missed you…” You trail off, sipping the rest of your drink, wincing a bit.

“Strong huh? Want anymore?”

“Yes please,” he takes your cup and you follow him over, the music blaring and pulsing through your body, a little lightheaded from the alcohol. “Anything yummier?”

“I’ll make you something sweet,” he smiles, inclining his head for you to follow him, he leans down and snatches up bottles then. “I remember you like cherry.”

“I do! Do I get a special drink?” He winks, far too charming then, mixing you up something in your red solo cup, slipping into the fridge to grab some cherries.

“I hate that jungle juice shit as much as anyone, I never drink it,” his fingers brush yours when he hands you the cup, making you both pause for a moment. He clears his throat then, rubbing the back of his neck. “Try it.”

“Okay,” you let the sweetness hit your tongue, just a hint of warmth from the alcohol he’d put in. “Oh, it’s yummy!”

You pull back and have a little drop of cherry red on your lips, he swipes it off with his thumb before thinking, making sure it doesn’t stain that white tee shirt. But the moment he does, you both falter, the soft touch of calloused fingers on soft skin – you step a little closer, and so does he, like something magnetic drawing you both.

“It was gonna spill,” he murmurs softly, your nipples press up underneath your shirt, he struggles not to notice, not to slip his finger into your mouth and watch you suck it. “You still wear the same gloss.”

“Y-yeah,” he swipes your lips with his thumb, making your heart pound in your chest, warmth spreading all over, before someone stumbles in, and he quickly drops it, gulping his drink down.

What the fuck was that feeling?

You’d hugged Gojo a million times, and of course as you got older you felt those butterflies, you felt this longing when he kissed your cheek for more, yet nothing compared to that moment in the kitchen. Like all that noise faded, and it was just you and Satoru.

Versions of you that existed long ago.

“I am sorry she was rude,” he says softly, you shake your head. “She was, and I won’t have anyone being rude to you, even my own girlfriend. Okay?”

“It’s not your fault,” you look down at the liquid in your cup, avoiding those pretty baby blues, lest you get lost in them. “She’s beautiful.”

So are you.

He almost says it, but hates himself for the thought, feeling horribly unloyal, he didn’t realize the moment he laid eyes on you again it would all come flooding back. But even worse than before.

“Yeah,” he doesn’t know what to say then, awkwardly standing next to the girl he’d shared his life with. “You look… you’re… um you…”

“I… what?”

“You’re very… since you…” What the fuck is wrong, why can’t he just say that you look good? It wouldn’t even be wrong to say, it’d be too little really, you’re always so fucking pretty since he could remember. Your pretty smile and your little head tilt, but now with you biting on that lip?

He shouldn’t say it then because it’s not good enough.

He can’t think all this shit, no wonder Sarah is mad. Maybe she knows just looking at him the feelings he had.

“You’re very… I…” He can’t say shit then, stuttering when he sees Sarah dancing, and giggling around with one of the men on the team. He pauses then, frowning.

“I’m what?” Your words aren’t heard then, Gojo excuses himself, leaving you to turn and look curiously.

“The fuck are you dancing with him for?”

“Well you seemed occupied,” she says, smiling all mean. “I figured I’d have some fun too.”

“I was talking.”

“You were staring, not paying attention to me,” he scoffs and walks off then, making her run after him. “Satoru!”

“She’s a bitch,” you hear Suguru’s voice then, you turn and laugh a bit. “Sorry, that's a derogatory term. She’s an evil bitch.”

“Much better I guess,” you giggle, and Suguru holds out his hand then.

“Wanna dance?”

“Satoru, come back!” Sarah’s chasing Satoru out front, she always plays this sort of game with him, upsetting him by flirting, and then making it up. “Seriously, I was just upset, okay?”

“You always do this shit,” she turns him and tugs him down for a kiss, but he pauses, pulling back. “Seriously, it’s fucked. I was catching up with a friend of twenty years and you’re grinding on someone?”

“I just got so jealous! You look at her like… you don’t look at me that way!” He scoffs, shaking his head, making her yank him down again. “Satoru, can you blame me? I love you so much, I just get so angry when you ignore me. And then it makes me act that way.”

“You’re blaming me?”

“No, I just want you to understand,” she slips her hands up his chest, tears filling her eyes. “I love you so much, and I want you to love me the same.”

“I do love you, but you hurt me like this all the time? The fuck, it needs to stop okay?”

“It will, I promise,” she blinks back tears, making him feel terrible then. “You just make me act so crazy, that’s all. I can’t help it!”

He sighs, she’s kissing him, over and over.

“Please forgive me baby, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Right,” he usually falls at this point – it’s a cycle. Sarah does something fucked up, makes him feel responsible, then bad, then he’s trying to make her feel better. Although Suguru has tried to warn him, it still has its effect. “Sarah don’t cry, I was just upset, yeah?”

“Oh thank goodness,” she’s smiling now, all brightly like she’s happy as fuck again. “Let’s dance together, okay! Just us.”

“I…”

She’s dragging him in, but he comes to see you in Suguru’s arms, awkwardly attempting a dance, you’re fucking adorable as you try. Suguru’s guiding you a bit, his hand on your waist, but you hopelessly have no rhythm. He’s not sure what it is, but the sight of his friend’s hand on you, and the way you smile at him? Something bites him about that.

But it can’t.

Sarah’s all over him, making a spectacle as she does, and you just give him a sad little smile across the smoky, crowded room, one he returns, before she can catch him and lose her shit again.

“She seems mean to him,” you say to Suguru softly, blushing a bit when your ass brushes against his thighs, and he wraps an arm around your waist.

“Yeah, she’s fucking horrible,” he murmurs, arm wrapping you tighter. “It’s not just you she’s mean to. But especially him.”

“So why does he stay with her? When she acts like that?” Suguru sighs, you turn a bit in his arms, facing him now.

“I don’t know, he could have whoever he wants,” he frowns and shakes his head a bit. “He’s changed a lot this year being with her, it’s like he doesn’t smile the same way anymore. It’s fucked up, but what can you do, telling him to leave her just makes him more defensive.”

“I see,” you turn your gaze off Gojo now. “He does seem different. Is he still… is he still our Gojo?”

“He is, somewhere in there,” he muses softly, dipping you and making you giggle. “Look, you do have some rhythm.”

“Barely any!”

You have fun that night in Suguru’s arms, laughing and losing yourself, trying to ignore how badly you wish you could hug Satoru, seeing him so miserable with her.

But it wasn’t your place.

“Oh my god, good night girl!” Sarah waves as you and Suguru head out the door, coming to you and kissing your cheek.

“Oh, good night Sarah.”

“Stay the fuck away from him,” she whispers so quietly, you still, frowning as she pulls back with a grin. “Gojo loved seeing you!”

“Uh huh,” Satoru walks up and hugs you then, tugging you a little close, his entire demeanor just down, it breaks your heart. “Toru…”

He almost breaks down in that moment, just burying his face in your neck, inhaling that scent so soft and sweet, memories flooding his mind, a thousand things blurring at once. He hugs you a little too long, like you’re the only comfort there is, before pulling back, looking at Suguru who has his hand on the small of your back.

Why does he hate that so much?

Why wouldn’t he want his two best friends to get together? Not like there was anyone good enough for you other than Suguru really.

“Let’s all like do a double date,” Sarah chimes in, you tense, Satoru sees it clear as day. “It could let you two catch up! I mean you’re almost siblings, right?”

You look down, Sarah’s clinging to Gojo again.

“I’m down for a date,” Suguru says, you smile thankfully at him. “Are you?”

“Yeah, that may be fun,” what a lie. Sarah is fucking terrible and seeing your best friend Satoru like this hurts. But you do want to be near him. “Let’s plan something.”

When Suguru takes you home, you can’t help but enjoy the warmth of his hand on your thigh, and the sweet kiss he plants on your cheek. You also can’t help but think of that look on Satoru’s face when Sarah danced with someone like that, and the expression when he came back in.

You look at the love note you wrote him, tears falling and blurring the ink.

Toru,

I’ve waited my whole life to tell you three simple words, ones that just never came out right, and now I worry it’s too late. We’ve drifted apart so much, but I want you to know that I…

I love you.

Those are the words, the brutal ones stuck in my heart, the ones I’ve said as a friend so many times, we both said it, right? ‘I love you’ before we went to bed, staring at each other through our windows and laughing. Little kisses and hugs good night after studying together, hugging you tightly during a scary movie.

None of those felt like ‘friendship’ to me, and I wonder if you feel the same, or if I’m fucking it all up. I don’t know if I’m making any sense, because when it comes to my feelings for you, it’s like it all gets thrown out of the window. Words don’t form correctly, not when I can’t stop rambling about the million things that make you so special.

It’s everything about you.

I miss you, I miss us, and I love you. I love all of you, Satoru Gojo, and if this ruins it all I’m sorry, but I can’t go another day without you knowing.

You fold it back up, tossing it on the desk of your dorm, the brand new one you’re not used to, you miss home, you miss Gojo, you miss everything how it was.

You miss dreaming that there was a world he could be yours.

Satoru that night keeps thinking of calling you, texting you, apologizing for barely spending time the first time he sees you in months, but he doesn’t get much time. Sarah is all over him in every sense of the word, from sucking his cock like she has no gag reflex, to riding him, to whispering all sorts of things in his ear.

Something doesn’t feel exciting about it tonight, and he descends further into a guilt that he’s not even really present during sex. She seems to still enjoy it, Satoru’s not going to have her not get off, it’s not who he is, but his mind is all over. When she’s laid in his bed curled up, sweat slicked on her skin, all he can think of his you – the girl with her clarinet smiling shyly.

His best friend.

part two soon!! - sry if your name is Sarah omg lol <3 and YAY for having eyesight almost back!!

[sadisticslut666]

Your best friend Toji loves suckin’ your tits

cw: explicit smut, creampie, your best friend toji can’t help but suck on your tits when they’re in his face.

You’re standing between his knees on the sagging couch, legs bracketing his spread thighs, trying to salvage something resembling “professional” out of his perpetually fucked-up hair.

He’s got an important meeting in like forty-five minutes—some back-alley deal with a couple ex-sorcerers who apparently pay stupid money for stupid jobs. “Good payout,” he’d grunted when he asked you to fix him up. That’s Toji code for “don’t ask questions and don’t make me late.”

You’re working fast. One hand cups the back of his head, steadying him; the other rakes through the damp black strands with a little water from a spray bottle and a pea-sized dollop of the cheap gel you keep in your bathroom drawer. His hair’s thick, stubborn, always falling into that lazy, dangerous flop over his forehead no matter what you do.

Your tank top is way too short and at least one size too small—rides up with every reach. You lean in closer to get the front right, elbows brushing his shoulders. The fabric stretches tight across your chest. One wrong shift and—Pop!

Your left tit slips free entirely, nipple already half-hard from the cool air and the friction of cotton all morning. It’s right there—swaying an inch from his nose. Toji goes still. You don’t notice at first. Too focused on sculpting that one rogue piece that refuses to behave. Then you feel it: warm breath ghosting over sensitive skin. Then—

His mouth closes around your nipple in one smooth, shameless motion. A wet, sucking pull. Tongue circling around your sensitive nipple. Your whole body locks up and you look down. “Toji—” he doesn’t stop, sucking harder as his cheeks hollow, as he laps at your breast. His eyes are half lidded, he’s clearly enjoying himself.

“Toji, what the fu—” Your nipple’s swollen, glistening, darker than the rest of you now, and the cool air after his mouth feels like a slap.

“They were right there,” he says again, rough hands running up your legs. His thumb brushes the crease where thigh meets ass. “Swingin’ in my face while you’re playin’ hairdresser. What’d you expect?”

You’re still standing between his spread thighs, his knees bracketing your legs, that stupid too-small tank top shoved up under your tits now from all the movement. You can see the thick outline of his cock straining against his sweats. “I was trying to make you look presentable for your shady little meeting,” you manage, trying for annoyed but landing somewhere closer to breathless. “Not… this.”

He smirks, green eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Yeah?” He leans forward again, just enough to drag the flat of his tongue over the wet peak he just abandoned. You twitch, thighs squeezing together on instinct. “You’re doin’ a shit job of actin’ mad about it, princess.”

His free hand comes up, cups the underside of the breast he hasn’t touched yet, thumb brushing over the neglected nipple until it pebbles tight. Then he’s guiding it slowly toward his mouth too, giving you every second to pull away. But you don’t.

Instead your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan. The sound vibrates through you again and you feel yourself get wetter, slick gathering at the tops of your thighs. “Toji,” you whisper, half plea now. “You’ve got that meeting in—”

“Fuck the meeting,” he mutters, voice muffled as he latches onto the second nipple, sucking harder this time. His hand on your ass finally slides higher, fingers dipping under the hem of your shorts, finding damp cotton and pressing against your clit.

You choke on a moan, knees buckling. He steadies you, “Been watchin’ these tits spill out every damn time you lean over for months,” he growls against your skin, switching back to the first nipple like he can’t decide which one he likes better. “You think I don’t notice? Think I’m not hard as fuck every time you ‘accidentally’ flash me?”

He nips and your hips jerk forward against his hand.“Say stop,” he rasps, finally pulling back far enough to look up at you. Lips shiny, pupils blown. “Say it and I’ll stop. We’ll fix my hair, I’ll go make my sketchy money, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

His fingers flex against your soaked panties—“Or…” He drags his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting you there. “You can keep standin’ there lettin’ me suck on you till you’re drippin’ down my wrist. Your call, baby.”

His free hand grips your ass, kneading, spreading you open a little as his fingers dip lower—two sliding through your folds, coating themselves before pushing inside slow. You clench around him instantly moaning, “Toji—oh god—”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growls. You can’t even form words—just a needy whine as he switches breasts again, sucking the other one deep while his thumb rubs messy circles over your clit.

When you finally slump forward, forehead dropping to the top of his head, he eases his fingers out slow, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean with a satisfied hum. “Good girl,” he rasps, pulling them free with a soft pop. “Now turn around.”

Before you can even process it, his big hands are on your hips, spinning you so your back is to him. He yanks your shorts and panties the rest of the way down in one rough tug, letting them tangle around your ankles. Then he’s hauling you back, sitting you down hard on his lap so your bare ass lands right on the fat, throbbing length of him still trapped in his sweats.

You grind back on instinct, slick pussy lips sliding along the thick ridge of his cock through the thin barrier. He shifts under you—hips lifting just a fraction—and you feel the slow drag of fabric as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and his cock flaps free. The fat head pops past your tight hole and into your wet cunt. “You’re such a perv,” you gasp, “All those times I ‘accidentally’ flashed you in the kitchen? Under the car hood when I was helpin’ with your junker? You were just sittin’ there gettin’ boners, huh?”

“Damn right.” He nibbles at you ear as he bounces you. “That time at the beach? Bikini top slippin’ while you bent over for the cooler? Nearly nutted in my trunks right there in front of everybody.” He punctuates it with a sharp slap to your inner thigh, “And don’t get me started on laundry day. Your shitty dryer always eatin’ your bras—tits bouncin’ free every time you reach for the high shelf. Been jerkin’ off to that for weeks, princess.”

“Fuck—you never said shit.” You’re panting now, grinding faster, the wet schlick of your pussy against his cock. “Why would I? You kept doin’ it.” He nips your shoulder, free hand coming up to maul your breast again—pinching the nipple he’d sucked raw earlier until you yelp.

You glance down between your bodies just in time to see it—his cock glistening, veins bulging, coated in your cream every time you lift up. The sight makes you clench hard; he curses under his breath, hips snapping up harder in retaliation. “Shit—do that again.”

You do—squeezing down on every upstroke, fluttering around the head when he’s almost out, you’re arching back against his chest, head thrown on his shoulder. “Gonna cum already?” he taunts, “Barely started and you’re shakin’ hard as hell.”

“Shut—shut up—” you gasp, but you’re too close, too full, too overwhelmed by his cock. “Just—don’t stop—fuck, Toji—” your whole body locks up, pussy spasming violently around him as you scream his name. His punishing thrusts, drawing it out until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and trembling.

“Fuck—good girl—cummin’ so hard on me—” His rhythm stutters as hot pulses fill your pussy, you can feel it leaking down your thighs, warm and sticky, mixing with your own mess.

Eventually he huffs a laugh, voice hoarse. “Hair’s completely fucked now.” You snort weakly, “Your meeting…”

“Fuck the meeting.” He nuzzles into your neck, one hand sliding up to cup your breast again, thumb circling the swollen nipple. “Got better things to do. Like gettin’ you to the bedroom so I can eat this pussy properly. Wanna taste what we just made.”

a/n: ima whore for a good titty suck like fuckkkkk

[sl333pydreamz]

Toji Fushiguro who makes you lock your own ankles around his neck.

You’re a biiiiig shit talker, love talking about how you’ll “drain him dry” and “make him cry tonight” but as soon as he’s half way inside, as soon as you feel that fat mushroom cockhead giving a messy smooooch to your sticky insides you’re squirming. Trying to back out and pushing at his happy trail, that only makes him snicker, “The fuck are you doing doll?”

You suck in the drool threatening to leave you mouth, hands gripping onto the sheets for dear life, “F-Fuck you, mmph- just-“

And he takes the words right out of your mouth, giving your cunt the best gut punch with his throbbing member you’d ever get in your life, slamming into you with his girth. Filling your hole to the brim. Tojis head lulls to the side, jet black hair swaying with every jackhammer into your tight walls, “Heh- what was that baby?”

You can only moan out, feeling the curve of him while he rolls his hips into you, the thwack of his balls against your gushing pussy, mind getting dizzy at the way he’s fucking you. You mewl out, that bottom lip quivering, “Tojii-“

“—No mama, what were you just sayin?” He can’t help the stupid smirk on his face, canines showing only fucking into you harder, faster— “Thought- hah- you said you’d make me cry t’night, nngh- wring me dry. But from the looks of it-“ he thrusts into you again, deeper, and he can see it, the way the way your brown eyes are blown out, glossy, “You’re ‘bout to cry.”

Toji pushes your knees up to your earlobes, drilling into your spongey g-spot that has you hiccuping, tears spilling out, “You’re too- aaangh jii- you’re too biiig!”

He condescendingly coos, “Awww, you poor thing, you’re poor, poor cunt.” He gives you a sloppy kiss on your lips, feeling the way your gummy walls sucks him further in, your arousal coating his strawberry red cock. “She’s begging for me tho mama.”

The older man shudders and the thought, letting out a grunt, “Wanna make it all better, -shit baby- then put your feet around my neck.”

You’re already sobbing out, your hands slipping from your feet and grabbing onto his beefy biceps. Crescent moons appearing in his skin, You can’t, really you can’t.

“No mama, I think you can.” He lets out a chuckle followed by a moan.

That was out loud?

“Use that empty cockdrunk brain ‘f yours f’me pretty.”

“Fuck Toji, mmmph- aaangh- Toji, fuck!” you don’t even realize what you’re spewing out at this point, hooking your ankles around his neck. Your legs are shaking, fucking squealing when you feel his weepy tip knock against your cervix. You’ve got the man cursing up a storm, holding you tight in the fucking pretzel fold he’s got you in, your sticky slick making it’s was down the both of your pubic hairs. He’s delirious in your heat, squeezing your plush thighs, while you feel every piston into your cervix, brushing past your sweet spots.

And Tojis fucking seething with the way he’s pounding into you, head resting in the crook of your neck, licking up your skin, “Shit mama, y-you might actually drain me dry- mmmck- fuck- you’re squeeze me so fuckin good. Goddamn baby.”

a/n: and scene.