୭ ˚ summary ── Yashiro Nene thought she already experienced the worst despair, because her whole love life was destroyed to the ground, but nothing had prepared her for the endless loop of torture, where she had to experience her loved ones death. Desperately flipping the hourglass in hopes of changing their fate, she started to lose more and more faith every time.
୭ ˚ tags ── angst and hurt/comfort, heavy angst, time loop, survivor guilt, mental breakdown, grief/mourning, yashiro nene-centric, time travel fix-it, jibaku shounen hanako-kun manga spoilers, post-traumatic stress disorder - ptsd, psychological horror
୭ ˚ wc ── 1.6k
୭ ˚ ao3 ── click here!
Yashiro Nene, whose fate was to die in less than a year watched her closest friends drop to the ground, the life slowly leaving their still bodies.
Again and again.
She had already accepted her own death that was soon to come, but when it came to her friends, who were supposed to grow old and experience true love and happiness, she just couldn’t accept this outcome, so she returned in time and tried to save them.
Again and again.
If their lives hadn’t been doomed to end so soon, they must live. She would save them at all cost.
No one can get used to the sickening sight and experience of one’s death as they find themselves back in the hourglass with an increasing stomach ache and disgust by each time, but it gets to the impossible level when suddenly she is the one holding the knife, unable to control her actions.
Yashiro couldn’t remember the last time she slept well.
This week, she had always come home with blurred vision, getting more exhausted and hopeless each day. No matter how much she tried, Kou and Mitsuba always stepped inside the Red House, Aoi, Akane and Minamoto following them. Her pleads had fell on dead ears and as soon as their heart stopped, she found herself covered in sand, begging the hourglass to turn back time.
She was always insensitive and needed support to survive mentally challenging situations. It didn’t matter who was it, she just had to talk about it with someone, craving any kind of affirmation from another soul. You’re doing great, the end is almost here and then everyone will be safe. She required that especially when her loved ones fell to the ground for the ninth time in a row in front of her. Yashiro needed to protect everyone but she couldn’t do that if her own thoughts consumed her sanity and motivation.
After successfully stumbling home and avoiding her parents in the living room, Yashiro dragged herself to the bathroom. Every inch of her body screamed, not wanting to take another step. Her appearance was horrible and she felt herself the dirtiest she has ever been; all of her clothes were covered in dust and blood, in her friends’ blood and she just wanted it to go away.
For everything to go away.
Although the boiling hot shower she took washed away the blood from her soft skin, it never really disappeared. She could feel it staining her body and the harsh grip of the knife burned inside her fingers. No amount of water or soap could clean that off, nonetheless she tried to.
Again and again.
But it didn’t work. The skin around that area was basically itching and she wanted to rip it off, so it wouldn’t be connected to a murder.
Every of her actions disgusted and messed with Yashiro’s stomach soon after, her arms sore from holding her best friend’s unconscious form. It wasn’t like she hadn’t touched a dead body before, but it wasn’t the same. Hanako was a ghost, not a corpse at rest, though his skin was that typical cold and pale. Aoi’s skin, however, was once warm and soft, not deadly frozen and full with wounds.
Yashiro stumbled toward her bedroom, holding herself together, so she wouldn’t break down in the corridor. Her mind was racing as she closed the door with her trembling hands and headed to her bed, immediately letting go of herself after reaching it. The mattress let out a quiet cry when her body fell down onto the soft material, slowly rolling over and crawling under her blanket.
Once this place was her haven, where she could be alone without anyone bothering her, but now she begged someone to keep her company.
She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, which ran down her face rapidly, one following another. The pillow supporting her head quickly became soaked as the girl had to cover her mouth, when her sobs became more and more loud, unable to suppress them.
It hurt so much to mess with different timelines and witness the absolute worse outcomes, but it was worth it. Yashiro was doing this to save everyone and if she had to go through this, then so be it. They always did everything in their power for her and now she was stuck on a miserable little obstacle. She couldn’t let down their trust placed in her.
“I’m so sorry, I’ll bring back our reality,” she whispered, curling herself into a ball and hugging the leftover blanket to her chest. “I promise.”
“It’s okay, Yashiro, don’t put a lotta pressure on yourself.” A too familiar voice rang behind her and she felt two bigger arms wrap around her body, causing her to shiver. She jumped under the touch, not expecting anyone to be there, but when the beloved scent hit her nose, her eyes widened, her heart threatening to fall out from its place.
“Hanako?” she whispered, sobbing even harder as she relaxed into the boy’s touch, letting him run his fingers down her arm. “I will save you, just wait, I promise. It’ll be okay.”
“I don’t care, Yashiro. I’m just glad you are okay, yeah? Take it easy,” he murmured, planting a kiss in her hair. The girl’s heart ached to the level where she was hardly being able to breath, her cries only growing louder. Hanako’s absence was physically hurting her this entire time. She missed her Hanako, not that demonic teacher who was a weak copy of him.
Logical reasonings didn’t even cross her mind. She couldn’t care less how Hanako was here, only the fact mattered. They have a bond that reaches beyond life and death, so just a timeline shouldn’t be a problem. Yashiro couldn’t understand all this supernatural thing anyway.
“Please don’t leave me alone again, Hanako,” she said, her voice cracking mid-sentence. “I’m really trying my best, it’s just really hard to convince the others, that’s all. But we always fight together, so it should be a piece of cake with you.”
Hanako laid a hand to her waist, pulling her against him completely, while whispering soothing words. The coldness of his hand felt refreshing and Yashiro’s definition of comfort was definitely this. Whatever he did, Hanako always found a way to make her feel safe.
“You’re doing everything in your power and it’s enough, don’t worry, Yashiro. You can always count on me.” He said, his breath against her ear hit her like a faint breeze, but Yashiro didn’t mind. The knot around her throat did start to loosen out and the tears became less and less.
Hanako’s hand wandered up the her face, doing his best to wipe it dry, while pressing a kiss on top of her head.
“I have no idea how to help them. Am I even helping at this point?” she asked desperately, her voice numb, as she slowly stopped crying. Her eyes were blank and they stared ahead into the dark, searching for the answers there. The sorrowness in her slowly turned into exhaustion and numbness and she felt the overflowing need to close her eyes in chance of finally getting a good night sleep.
“Aoi died in my hands, because of me. I kil—“ she couldn’t finish the sentence, as she felt her stomach flip and its content were threating to come out.
“You can erase that outcome tomorrow,” he suggested, his voice coming from impossibly close, his lips touching her auricle. The unusual sensation left goosebumps all across her, but she didn’t pull away; she couldn’t lose her only loved one she just got back. She forced her eyes open, biting her lip deep in thoughts.
Would the guilt disappear when she erases this reality?
She couldn’t imagine something that burned into her brain could just vanish like that. “Until the hourglass rotates,
Again and again.”
The familiar sentence made her sick to the stomach, her mind displaying all the disturbing memories from that place. But she just nodded, agreeing with him. She would try again tomorrow and over again, until she gets to the ideal ending. For everyone. The dried tears around her eyes slowly started to glue her lashes down as blinking got harder and harder.
She couldn’t fall asleep, not yet. A question that she intentionally held back suddenly blurted out, her mouth unconsciously forming the words. “Am I bad person? I just… I just wanted to save everyone, but I ended up ruining everything,” she whispered weakly. As she voiced her concern, the flashbacks of her friends came back, haunting her mind if only seeing that once wasn’t already enough.
She shifted uncomfortably, shielding herself even more, but she couldn’t escape from her own mind. The boy’s icy touch felt tranquil and she slowly felt herself drifting to sleep as the cold hands caressed her. Hanako always protected her and that was exactly what she needed right now.
For someone to listen to her deepest affairs, thoughts, lend her comfort, and make her feel like she’s on the right road. She was trying her best to save her friends, after all. “Don’t disappear on me ever again, Hanako.”
“You are not alone, Yashiro,” he said as he pressed a kiss to her temple. She couldn’t help but let one tear drop from her eyes, as she took a deep breath, her body slightly shaking from the previous breakdown. “I’ll be here, if you need me,
Again and again.”
hypnagogic | adjective
(hyp• na• go• gic)
Definition: A distressing hallucinatory state or disturbance that arises during the transition from wakefulness to sleep, in which the individual vividly sees, hears, or feels phenomena that are not present in reality. Frequently associated with exhaustion, trauma, and the desperate collapse of psychological defenses.
୭ ˚ pairing ── sensei! g. satoru x deflected! g. suguru
୭ ˚ summary ── Satoru clings to the version of Suguru he loved and refuses to let other people change his mind about the person closest to him.
୭ ˚ tags ── subtle mention of other characters, Gojo Satoru-centric, internal conflict, internal monologue, moral dilemmas, post-star plasma vessel | hidden inventory arc, heavy angst, emotional hurt, unreliable narrator, hurt no comfort, the author regrets everything, psychology
୭ ˚ wc ── 1.2k
୭ ˚ ao3 ── click here!
“Gojo-sensei! What’s the matter?”
Satoru’s days became colourless ever since Suguru left.
He stopped wondering about the reason why Suguru did what he did a long ago. Figuring out the intentions of man, who he’d been the closest to should have been the easiest, but even recognising an artificial object’s thoughts wasn’t this difficult. He could only watch as his best friend spiralled, realizing it late enough for it to be beyond saving.
“Suguru killed everyone in the village.”
Everyone associates white, the colour with pureness, kindness and innocence. Is it that important to be perfect, to be the ever existing symbolism of the ideal, to give up on growing to find your own volition? In reality, one needs a little darkness in their life, to allow the colours to blend together, creating uniqueness. Existing white is boring and even though he is surrounded by all colours, making the draining numbness turn into happiness, he’s still stained by the everlasting colour he left behind.
The one that belongs to the Suguru, whose laugh is echoing off the walls, whose eyes are like the nightfall, shining through everything and blinding Satoru. Is that where he went wrong? Letting himself be blinded by the appealing light of him being completely alright?
“Satoru, look at me. It’s okay, you did your best, alright? It was his choice. Calm down, just… breathe.”
Suguru was never the darkness. He was the radiance, the reason worth fighting for, the one and only, who understood him. It was the sorcerer society, the faulty of humanity that drained the colour of him, pulling him into the cage they created for him.
Even with the differences, the overwhelming contrast of white and black, of pure and evil as everyone liked to state it falsely, they stood together at the top of the world.
“The good thing is that his nonsense didn’t cloud your judgment. What would we do without you, Gojo?”
No one was able to comprehend the freedom of having free will, the feeling of slaying the harmful creatures and bringing peace. Suguru could. He gave Satoru an even more significant one; the sensation of his arms around him, not grounding him to the earth, but to himself. That’s where Satoru wanted to be all the time, what he looked for in the rainy days, in the laughter of his students, in the darkness of his house and in the peacefully quiet snowfalls.
Does Suguru also think about the memories they made together? Did Satoru really ruin him or was that side of his never discovered by Satoru? All the love Suguru gave to him was burned into his brain, his skin, his personality and himself. What once felt warm now grew claws, ripping Satoru up from the inside, but he endured it. If that is what it meant to live with the blessing to feel his love, he’d even sold his soul.
“Didn’t that used to belong to Geto?”
Even though he disappeared from his everydays, Suguru could never leave him.
Not when every one of his thoughts lead to his soulmate. Every place reminded him of Suguru, even the ones he didn’t visit with him. Certain songs, the smell of the candles lit in his home, the lake by their school, the sound of his guitar, calloused hands, sweet pastries. Joy, sadness, grief, sorrow, gratitude, hope, proudness. Love.
It also came with the nauseating reminder of Satoru’s fatal mistake of choosing others' safety instead of his own saneness, instead of the only colour that could make him complete. The ubiquitous black, of which only a drop was memorable enough to keep him up at night. He got his whiteness flooded with the darkness of Suguru, which might have destroyed him, but still wanted more of. The two existed in perfect harmony without the definition of good or bad.
“He was a total wrench after the incident.”
Choosing a different trail than what everyone wants for you does not equal one of these traits overpowering your mind.
Satoru’s soul now shining in lonely white with the dark spots Suguru left behind on him only aching and burning with the reminder of the existence of his other half, he truly was gray.
Gray, being the colour between white and black, the association of not finding where you belong. He used to belong, though.
“I wonder what he is like as a person. Do you think we would get along, sensei?”
Was it selfish to still want Suguru by his side? With him hating the whole society, because of what they made him become, was it not as equally evil or even more to stay in there, even bringing on this fatal will to young minds? This environment destroyed the only person his heart beat for and he still wishes Suguru was here, holding him from falling apart under the emptiness that seemed to reach beyond the infinity.
They could never exist in the same space with both of them living up to their ultimate goals and obeying their morals.
“You did the right thing, Satoru Gojo.”
Satoru’s Six Eyes made all his senses become more sharp, open toward the people he swore to protect to detect any kind of cry for help. He never would have thought about it coming from the soul of Suguru, the one always around him, just by an arm reach. All the super abilities and he still failed to see all the wrong consuming his best friend slowly, all the mistakes of humanity that no one should carry alone. That’s why they were always there for each other, partners in crime, to not be left alone.
He still turned to a way Satoru couldn’t morally follow, if he wanted to help the weak people, who did not have the curse to be able to fight back. It was Suguru, who encouraged him to protect who he can, but at the end of the day, Suguru chose to ignore the embodiment representing this moral.
“I know you cling to the version of the Suguru Geto you knew, but he is long gone. It’s all in your head now.”
What can you sense? The answer was obvious, one Satoru was born with; the limitless information that was fatally overwhelming to anyone, but him. All things physical and mental, what was known existed inside the domain of his. He wondered sometimes, could emotions be sensed? He never sensed them before, but was it possible?
Was the toxic thought, which changed Suguru, also present there, floating with all the weight that dragged his shoulder down and stole the precious smile of his?
Satoru had control over the whole world, but he still couldn’t anchor the only one he truly wanted to be with, the one he wanted to protect by his side.
“I’m sorry, Gojo. I know you two were… close.”
Was the right decision to let the globe burn up, because of the powerful belonging they felt to one another, passing judgement upon both the innocent and both the criminal? If staying with Suguru meant supporting this, he would watch him go with his heart shuttering to pieces every time.
Being next to him supposed to mean the carelessness of not having to hide himself, of not having to speak to be known.
“I’m home,”
It was a habit of his to announce it to the darkness ruling in his apartment, because he remembered when Suguru would light up the living room, greeting him with a smile. Now it remained gloomy, not allowing Satoru to see the path in.
Suguru wasn’t the darkness. He was the purest soul Satoru ever knew, who got confused by the manipulative shadow of the exact people labelling him with that.
୭ ˚ pairing ── soccer bf! g. satoru x cheerleader gf! reader
୭ ˚ summary ── the cheerleaders and the soccer team has one day, when they have practice at the same place and at the same time. you and satoru make use of the little water break.
୭ ˚ tags ── smut, female reader, plot what plot, college/high school au, sport au, established relationship, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, edging, teasing, multiple orgasm, semi-public sex, locker room sex
୭ ˚ wc ── 2.1k
“Alright girls, great job! Let’s have a quick water break.”
All the pom-poms were thrown at the ground within seconds, everyone rushing to their bottles and trying to find a free seat on a singular bench for the whole team. Stupid, right? The only one remaining on the field was you, looking at your coach with pleading eyes and the widest smile you could force on your face after practice.
“Ma’am, I really have to use the restroom.”
She gave you a deadpan, hands on the hips as she eyed you up skeptically. “You and the bathroom break again. Do you perhaps have kidney problems?”
“None that I know of,” you grinned back at her and she dismissed you with a disbelieving scoff.
You did, in fact, not have to pee.
“Hey,” you smiled at your boyfriend, Satoru, once you entered the locker room. He was leaning close to a mirror over the sinks, wet hair sticking to his forehead as he looked up at you. The affectionate glint in his bright blue eyes immediately returned upon seeing you, straightening up.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it, pretty,” he smiled down at you, shamelessly running his eyes over your quite revealing uniform. “Thought I might have to drag you outta there myself.”
“Don’t worry, no way I would miss this,” you smiled playfully, biting down on your lips in the way you knew it drove him crazy as you slowly closed the distance between you. He was wearing his signature blue jersey, the huge, white number “1” painted on the front drawing all eyes on him, the star player of the soccer team.
Well, let’s be real; no one gave a fuck about what number he wore. It was his toned chest and large biceps that captured everyone’s attention, the way his build made the shirt look small on him.
“Up here, sweetheart.” Satoru whispered, placing a firm hand under your jaw to tilt your head upwards, making you meet his face closely. His blown out pupils under his white lashes made you wet your lips, finding it unable to break eye contact.
“You know, I might be the lead dancer at your game,” you scooted closer proudly, wrapping your hands around his neck.
“Yeah?” He breathed against your skin, hands finding their way to your waist, holding you in place, while drawing small circles on the skin there.
“Yeah,” you smiled warmly at him, stroking his hair lightly. As you tugged on a few strands of his white hair, he inhaled sharply through his teeth, eyes now moving down to your lips.
“I’ll have trouble playing, if you’re going to move your ass in that skirt of yours,” he clicked his tongue, one hand sliding down from your waist to grab onto the flesh skin of your ass that your outfit failed to cover. You lightly smacked his head, rolling your eyes, unamused.
“Shut up.”
As soon as the words left your mouth, his lips crashed against yours, capturing them in a desperate kiss. You let out a small huff in surprise, but you quickly caught up to his tempo, lips messily moving together.
Satoru pulled you impossibly close, making you dizzy from how deep he kissed you, tongue slipping into your mouth. You could feel every firm muscles of his pressing against your body, as well as the growing bulge in his pants pressed into your stomach, making you heat up in arousal.
You smirked into the kiss, biting down on his lower lip, earning a whine from him.
In no time, your glittery outfit was thrown on the floor, followed by his own clothes.
Satoru Gojo is an impatient man, always was and always will be, but he always put your desire above his. That’s why the room was filled with your muffled moans with Satoru’s head deeply buried between your legs, sucking on your clit and placing wet stripes along your pussy to collect every one of your dripping pleasure.
“C’mon, baby, wanna hear you scream for me,” his voice was blunt as he continued to work to please you, two long fingers lining up at your entrance and pushing inside you without any resistance.
You felt out of your mind, with your thighs threatening to crush his head and lips bitten in to stop the sounds of satisfaction escaping your mouth. Not only one, but two fucking teams were out on the field with coaches, training their asses off and you couldn’t afford getting caught.
Your body was hypersensitive from the nearing orgasm as you pressed your eyes together, lost in the way his tongue and fingers worked in impeccable harmony.
“Fuck, ‘toru!” You sighed, breaths getting more desperate as you neared your climax. “Can’t— can’t let ‘em hear.”
“Oh?” He panted, raising his head to look at you with disbelieving eyes. The cozy warmth his head provided was gone and you felt the sudden coldness of the fresh air. You pressed your hips forward to urge him to go back, inaudible begs leaving your lips. But Satoru didn’t obey, both hands moving up to steady you down by your waist.
He leaned forward, forehead meeting with yours. “Are you ashamed, beautiful?”
“I don’t know,” you cried out, wiggling in his hold. Your brain still wasn’t able to form a proper thought and all you felt was the unpleasant sensation of him leaving you there, unfinished.
“Hey, talk to me, pretty. You don’t want ‘em to know about this?”
Without a second thought, you hummed quietly in response, pressing your body close to his.
“Doesn’t matter,” you whispered.
“I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he leaned down, brushing your sweaty face gently, like you were a precious artifact.
“Ughh, it’s fine, ‘ts fine.” You pouted, forehead crinkling upon dissatisfaction. “Finish, Satoruu.”
“Okay, baby, I got you.” He whispered, burying his face into the crook of your neck, while lifting you up in his hands effortlessly. Automatically locking your legs around his waist, you shifted until you aligned your pussy with his cock, them only being separated by your soaked underwears.
Shamelessly, you began to move your hips against him, clothed cunt dragging along his length, as soft pants left your lips. He hissed into your skin, beginning to plant messy kisses around as he grabbed your ass harder each time you grinded against him, body aching with arousal.
“Fuck, you sure are impatient.” He breathed out, sucking the sensitive spot under your jaw to earn a low moan from you, nails digging into his broad shoulders.
You were too deep in your ecstasy to form words and with a few harder strokes of your hips, you came with a cry. Your mouth was pressed together, barely holding in your satisfied sounds, as your juices ran down your thigh.
“There you’re, baby. S’good for me.”
Gojo switched to biting on the delicate skin around your neck and collarbone, which you were certain was going to leave a nasty mark. You couldn’t care less though, letting him move your hips down firmly to ride you through your waves of desire and to please himself as well. His hands became looser around your form and a loud cry left his lips as he came.
You were panting from exhaustion, burying your face in the crook of his neck. But even after his orgasm, he was unsatisfied.
He placed you down on the even surface between the sinks, stroking your back as he planted a few kisses in your hair.
“Baby, fuck— I really want to hear’ya. Will my cock be enough? To lemme hear those beautiful noises?” He leaned close to your ear, whispering in low tone as you whined, brain still fogged with pleasure. To be honest, it took a lot from you to even comprehend his question.
“Answer me, pretty.”
“Yes,” you breathed weakly, closing your eyes. Your rational thoughts have completely abandoned you, when you first stepped inside the locker room and that was a perfect excuse. It was about your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo.
No more words were needed. Your panties disappeared within seconds and he kicked his underwear down impatiently. Satoru placed a hand to your cheek, caressing it softly, while inviting your lips into a much slower, but just as intimate kiss. His completely naked body embraced yours, hugging and grasping into each other’s skin.
Leaning back against the cold wall, you dragged your nails along the fine line of his jaw, stopping just behind his ear, pressing down firmly. You knew all the spots on his body that could make him whine and shake around you and that’s exactly what happened.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he sighed, running his hands down on you and placing multiple kisses along face. You chuckled fondly, caressing his hair and shoulders, the latter already decorated with a few scratches from not so long ago. His sole finger ran down on your stomach, making the hair on your skin stand up as you obediently parted your legs, ready to take him in.
He groaned as he stared at your exposed pussy, slick in arousal, wetting his lips in lust as he took his cock into his hand, stroking it firmly a few times. He navigated is cock around your entrance to collect all your juices, mixing with the precum on his tip. You moaned quietly, tilting your head back.
“Still can’t hear ya, baby.” He murmured, running his fingers down on your inner thigh, drawing desperate whines from your mouth, your stomach burning in arousal. “Do you want me to fill you? Say it, beautiful, do you?”
“Yea,” you breathed, hips already inching forward to finally feel him pulsing inside your soft walls, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. You squirmed, aligning his tip to your clit and pressing yourself closer. “I promise, I— I won’t hold back.”
Satoru’s hands grabbed the tender skin just at the end of your thigh, making you squirm under his firm grip. “Really, baby?”
“Please, ‘toru!” You cried out and he placed your legs around his hips, bringing you closer by grasping hardly at your waist. As his tip slid inside you, your eyes rolled back and lips parted, whining messily. Your arms tightened around his neck, something to anchor you to reality.
“Now that’s what I want to hear.” He smirked, slamming inside you with absolutely no warning, making you let out a desperate moan deep from your throat. His cock was huge and you felt your walls stretching to their limits take him all in.
“You feel so good,” you breathed, legs trembling around his waist as he slowly began to slide in and out. Your head was spinning from the previous orgasms and the new sense of desire, gasping into his hair as he started to speed up, grabbing your ass and moving your body to meet his own, firm thrusts.
“God,” he whined, ragged breaths matching his pace as the atmosphere was filled with the sound of skin clapping. His cock finally hit the perfect spot, curving up just the right way and you couldn’t help but scream out, nails digging into his back.
“That’s my girl, you’re doing so great.” He placed kisses along your throat as he continued to keep hitting the place, earning an euphoric cry from you.
You could feel the bigger veins popping out of his dick inside you because of the way your walls were squeezing him so tightly. Your abdomen was thick with arousal and the way he moved your ass in sync with his pace made you feel paralysed.
“I’m sure everyone can hear us now, pretty. Let’em know you’re mine.”
The moaning mess you became in his firm hold was pathetic, the way all of this was probably heard from miles away was pathetic, but you didn’t find it in yourself to give a shit.
“I’m so close,” you groaned, body shaking uncontrollably, pussy squeezing hard on his cock. He increased his pace with a groan, slamming balls-deep into your wet pussy, earning loud cries and screams from you. No longer than seconds later, you came with a massive jolt of your body, whining in pleasure.
“Me too, baby, me too.”
Satoru must have held himself back, because he came just after you, muscles tensing and eyes rolling back. His cock twitched aggressively inside of you, his cum filling you as you rode both of your highs out, trying to catch your breath and get yourself together.
“Everything alright?” Satoru asked softly, scooping your limp body in his arms, holding you in one place, gently brushing the sweaty strands of hair out of your face.
You didn’t answer, just pulled him closer, tenderly fixing his hair and caressing his face.
As long as he is here, wearing his stupid, smug smile and treating like his number 1 priority, choosing you over practices and friends, everything will be alright.
tags: friends to lovers, it gets worse before it gets better, pre-star plasma vessel | hidden inventory arc, alcohol, recreational drug use, family issues, angst with happy ending, eventual smut, eventual romance, angst, fluff, smut
summary:
You always had to to live up to the Kamo clan’s expectations, to get your family a better position inside the hierarchy, fighting hard to achieve something in your parents’ eyes. The future you planned for yourself was the complete opposite of what they wanted, and while you were tied down by your name, you stood no chance.
At least that’s what you believed, until Satoru Gojo showed up.
The same legacy weighted his shoulders down, but he completely refused to take any of that seriously. He gave you the space you were never allowed to have, and understood you better, than anyone else ever did.
─── ✮⋆˙ ───
Maybe letting him into your life wasn’t the best idea.
Or maybe the choice about your freedom was the only decision that was truly yours.
୭ ˚ pairing ── situationship! g. satoru x f! reader
୭ ˚ summary ── What are the boundaries, when you have something unlabelled? It's fine, if you don't know, because neither does gojo! He can't go that far without talking about his feelings, which he is, surprisingly, incapable of.
୭ ˚ tags ── recreational use of alcohol, modern au, fraternity, frat parties, frat!jo, slight sukuna x reader, drunken kissing, lowk toxic gojo, slight angst, forced proximity, jealousy
୭ ˚ wc ── 1.4k
Connections are all you ever need in life.
Because of knowing the right people, everyone was aware of your name in college. Multiple dm requests you didn’t even care to open, lots of attention both in person and online and always being in the invitation list of the infamous frat parties.
Popularity was easy to build; attend these functions, talk, occasionally make out and you were secured.
Satoru Gojo got to know you through a friend of a friend and it was a well known fact around campus that you two were talking. That was the expression everyone else was allowed to know about whatever you two had going on, which was far from the actual truth.
You didn’t give a fuck about labels, because what truly mattered happened anyway. At every event with both of you present, you left the group behind sooner or later just to be in each other’s company.
That’s why, the moment you saw Satoru Gojo sitting on a couch with a girl on his lap, you felt the sudden urge to throw up. With mild offense sitting on your face, you’ve observed the giggling pair, frozen in the crowd of jumping people and excessively loud music.
The only light being the flashing neons didn’t allow you to see much of what was happening there, but his hands on her waist and the way the girl leaned extremely close to him was enough for you.
The red cup in your hand full of some cheap beer landed on the floor as you went to the kitchen to get something stronger, dizzy in the head.
The unspoken loyalty with him was always fickle, as every other thing based on something as fallible as blind trust, but your heart still ached like hell, longing for the comfort of his arms. Fucking jerk.
Arms deep in the fridge and lost in your raging thoughts, you felt a hand at your shoulder. You froze for a second, bottles in hand as a small wave of hope washed through you, relieved that it might be him. He came back after all.
But the hand on your skin was callused, something completely contrary to Satoru’s smooth skin.
“Hey ma’, what ya up to?”
The deep, laid back voice unmistakably belonged to Sukuna, another well-known member of the fraternity.
“Getting fuel,”
You took a deep breath before you leaned out of the fresh coldness of the fridge, forcing your expression back to neutral as you raised one of the bottles in your hand, a silent question.
“Nah, I’m good,” he shook his head in amusement, hungry eyes running over your frame non-stop, not giving a shit about alcohol or anything else here. You shifted in discomfort, looking anywhere else but to him as your heart picked up a faster tempo. It’s not that you had a problem with him; he was alright, you two stopped in the corridors to greet each other. You just had enough of men for the night, thank you.
He stepped closer and you took one back automatically until your back hit the fridge and he was still intent to close the distance between you.
“I last saw you playing beer pong.” You exclaimed, trying to break the awkward silence stretching between you upon the unrequited interest that didn’t seem to bother him anyway.
“About that? I won,” he shrugged it off immediately, the unwavering pride in his tone surfacing, as he stopped a few steps before you, winking with a smirk.
“The winning streak is cut short now, Ryo’.” Another voice joined the conversation, dancing closer to the fridge you were standing at. Upon hearing it, the heavy stone of disappointment and letdown dropped from your heart, allowing it to beat again as you locked eyes over Sukuna’s shoulder with none other than Satoru.
Sukuna’s attention was diverted, lazily tilting his head as an all-knowing smirk stretched across his features. “Yo, man. Mind sharing?”
“I do, actually,” he let out a low chuckle, leaning against the kitchen counter beside you, still not close enough for you to be able to read his expression, as the two men kept staring at each other. Both having a friendly and smiling expression and you’d actually believe it if you didn’t feel the fucking thick tension between them.
You were definitely too sober for this.
Seconds felt hours to you as not a single eye landed on you even though you were the fucking topic. You considered slipping away and finishing your original mission; downing the transparent liquid in the bottle. This was starting to become worse than what you felt when you saw Satoru being with someone else.
Sukuna was the one to break the silence, taking a long step back and raising his hand in surrender, like he was caught committing something illegal.
Talking ain’t considered one, if you ask me.
“Alright man, whatever. All yours.”
Before he stepped out of the kitchen, he winked at you one last time, the light dancing mischievously on his white, sharp teeth and he was gone. The silence between you was only broken by the monotonous humming of the fridge, mocking you.
Satoru was still not looking at you. You tilted your head back against the cold appliance, bringing the desired bottle to your lips and gulping the metallic alcohol down. It was disgusting, burning its way down your throat and heating up your body in an instant, as well as making you dizzier.
It was better than standing next to each other in complete fucking silence, when you both knew something was definitely not right.
After the sixth sip you took, Satoru’s hand locked around your wrist, raising the bottle away from your lips. His blue eyes were on you, bright and unreadable as ever. He didn’t drink, got blessed with a way too weak system to tolerate alcohol, but the messiness in his eyes screamed he took something. Absolutely no idea what he was on, but you didn’t even care.
“What? Let me go, Gojo.”
He sucked the air in between his teeth, offering a sheepish smile. “Gojo? Come on, you can’t be that mad,”
“Fuck off.” You tried to snap your hand away from his grasp, but despite it not being firm, he didn’t let go. You scoffed, shaking your head with an eye roll as you raised your hand with his in the air, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“It’s not what it looked like,” he said slowly, tone serious as he stared deep into your eyes, as if trying to prove his right. He carefully took the bottle from your hand and placed it down on the counter beside you. Unlike his energetic and sudden movements and gestures, he was calm and cautious. “I swear, it was nothing.”
“Why are you trying to convince me? It’s not like it matters,” you let out a dry laugh, letting your hand go and hang in his hold as you leaned back at your old spot, amused eyes observing his.
“What?” Satoru furrowed his brows, stepping closer until your body was completely pressed against the fridge, with him still grasping your hand. You were forced to breathe in his signature perfume that went straight into your head, as you felt your body slowly betray you from the sensation of his closeness.
“Who was she?” You pressed, gaze running over his features as if trying to figure out what exactly went down there.
“No one, you should worry about.” He shook his head, kissing your hair gently, the touch of a feather. You closed your eyes in defeat, when you acknowledged he will keep avoiding your question.
“No, no— stop,” you tried to pull your head away, the only drops of your self respect fighting with all their might against his charismatic personality.
“I know, angel.” He whispered, brushing his nose to yours. His minty breath, the burning hot presence of his body and the softness of his hair in contact with your forehead was overwhelming.
“You’re the worst,” you breathed out, wanting to pour all your frustration and anger into your words. They came out ragged instead, desperate, as your eyes shifted down his parted lips, bite marks visible. From who, you didn’t dare to know.
“And you’re the best,” he chuckled, that sweet tone making you clench your thighs together as he attacked your lips raw, like something to devour. You, despite all your previous emotions, kissed him back, tongue crashing together with his as you let out a soft breath of pleasure.
His hand, finally releasing you, wandered down your body, sliding under your shirt to run along the soft flesh skin there, making you shiver. Even without his attempt to make you stay, you won’t be going anywhere. Especially not with his hands confidently nearing the hem of your skirt, confident about what he is about to do.
୭ ˚ pairing ── situationship! g. satoru x f! reader
୭ ˚ summary ── What are the boundaries, when you have something unlabelled? It's fine, if you don't know, because neither does gojo! He can't go that far without talking about his feelings, which he is, surprisingly, incapable of.
୭ ˚ tags ── recreational use of alcohol, modern au, fraternity, frat parties, frat!jo, slight sukuna x reader, drunken kissing, lowk toxic gojo, slight angst, forced proximity, jealousy
୭ ˚ wc ── 1.4k
Connections are all you ever need in life.
Because of knowing the right people, everyone was aware of your name in college. Multiple dm requests you didn’t even care to open, lots of attention both in person and online and always being in the invitation list of the infamous frat parties.
Popularity was easy to build; attend these functions, talk, occasionally make out and you were secured.
Satoru Gojo got to know you through a friend of a friend and it was a well known fact around campus that you two were talking. That was the expression everyone else was allowed to know about whatever you two had going on, which was far from the actual truth.
You didn’t give a fuck about labels, because what truly mattered happened anyway. At every event with both of you present, you left the group behind sooner or later just to be in each other’s company.
That’s why, the moment you saw Satoru Gojo sitting on a couch with a girl on his lap, you felt the sudden urge to throw up. With mild offense sitting on your face, you’ve observed the giggling pair, frozen in the crowd of jumping people and excessively loud music.
The only light being the flashing neons didn’t allow you to see much of what was happening there, but his hands on her waist and the way the girl leaned extremely close to him was enough for you.
The red cup in your hand full of some cheap beer landed on the floor as you went to the kitchen to get something stronger, dizzy in the head.
The unspoken loyalty with him was always fickle, as every other thing based on something as fallible as blind trust, but your heart still ached like hell, longing for the comfort of his arms. Fucking jerk.
Arms deep in the fridge and lost in your raging thoughts, you felt a hand at your shoulder. You froze for a second, bottles in hand as a small wave of hope washed through you, relieved that it might be him. He came back after all.
But the hand on your skin was callused, something completely contrary to Satoru’s smooth skin.
“Hey ma’, what ya up to?”
The deep, laid back voice unmistakably belonged to Sukuna, another well-known member of the fraternity.
“Getting fuel,”
You took a deep breath before you leaned out of the fresh coldness of the fridge, forcing your expression back to neutral as you raised one of the bottles in your hand, a silent question.
“Nah, I’m good,” he shook his head in amusement, hungry eyes running over your frame non-stop, not giving a shit about alcohol or anything else here. You shifted in discomfort, looking anywhere else but to him as your heart picked up a faster tempo. It’s not that you had a problem with him; he was alright, you two stopped in the corridors to greet each other. You just had enough of men for the night, thank you.
He stepped closer and you took one back automatically until your back hit the fridge and he was still intent to close the distance between you.
“I last saw you playing beer pong.” You exclaimed, trying to break the awkward silence stretching between you upon the unrequited interest that didn’t seem to bother him anyway.
“About that? I won,” he shrugged it off immediately, the unwavering pride in his tone surfacing, as he stopped a few steps before you, winking with a smirk.
“The winning streak is cut short now, Ryo’.” Another voice joined the conversation, dancing closer to the fridge you were standing at. Upon hearing it, the heavy stone of disappointment and letdown dropped from your heart, allowing it to beat again as you locked eyes over Sukuna’s shoulder with none other than Satoru.
Sukuna’s attention was diverted, lazily tilting his head as an all-knowing smirk stretched across his features. “Yo, man. Mind sharing?”
“I do, actually,” he let out a low chuckle, leaning against the kitchen counter beside you, still not close enough for you to be able to read his expression, as the two men kept staring at each other. Both having a friendly and smiling expression and you’d actually believe it if you didn’t feel the fucking thick tension between them.
You were definitely too sober for this.
Seconds felt hours to you as not a single eye landed on you even though you were the fucking topic. You considered slipping away and finishing your original mission; downing the transparent liquid in the bottle. This was starting to become worse than what you felt when you saw Satoru being with someone else.
Sukuna was the one to break the silence, taking a long step back and raising his hand in surrender, like he was caught committing something illegal.
Talking ain’t considered one, if you ask me.
“Alright man, whatever. All yours.”
Before he stepped out of the kitchen, he winked at you one last time, the light dancing mischievously on his white, sharp teeth and he was gone. The silence between you was only broken by the monotonous humming of the fridge, mocking you.
Satoru was still not looking at you. You tilted your head back against the cold appliance, bringing the desired bottle to your lips and gulping the metallic alcohol down. It was disgusting, burning its way down your throat and heating up your body in an instant, as well as making you dizzier.
It was better than standing next to each other in complete fucking silence, when you both knew something was definitely not right.
After the sixth sip you took, Satoru’s hand locked around your wrist, raising the bottle away from your lips. His blue eyes were on you, bright and unreadable as ever. He didn’t drink, got blessed with a way too weak system to tolerate alcohol, but the messiness in his eyes screamed he took something. Absolutely no idea what he was on, but you didn’t even care.
“What? Let me go, Gojo.”
He sucked the air in between his teeth, offering a sheepish smile. “Gojo? Come on, you can’t be that mad,”
“Fuck off.” You tried to snap your hand away from his grasp, but despite it not being firm, he didn’t let go. You scoffed, shaking your head with an eye roll as you raised your hand with his in the air, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“It’s not what it looked like,” he said slowly, tone serious as he stared deep into your eyes, as if trying to prove his right. He carefully took the bottle from your hand and placed it down on the counter beside you. Unlike his energetic and sudden movements and gestures, he was calm and cautious. “I swear, it was nothing.”
“Why are you trying to convince me? It’s not like it matters,” you let out a dry laugh, letting your hand go and hang in his hold as you leaned back at your old spot, amused eyes observing his.
“What?” Satoru furrowed his brows, stepping closer until your body was completely pressed against the fridge, with him still grasping your hand. You were forced to breathe in his signature perfume that went straight into your head, as you felt your body slowly betray you from the sensation of his closeness.
“Who was she?” You pressed, gaze running over his features as if trying to figure out what exactly went down there.
“No one, you should worry about.” He shook his head, kissing your hair gently, the touch of a feather. You closed your eyes in defeat, when you acknowledged he will keep avoiding your question.
“No, no— stop,” you tried to pull your head away, the only drops of your self respect fighting with all their might against his charismatic personality.
“I know, angel.” He whispered, brushing his nose to yours. His minty breath, the burning hot presence of his body and the softness of his hair in contact with your forehead was overwhelming.
“You’re the worst,” you breathed out, wanting to pour all your frustration and anger into your words. They came out ragged instead, desperate, as your eyes shifted down his parted lips, bite marks visible. From who, you didn’t dare to know.
“And you’re the best,” he chuckled, that sweet tone making you clench your thighs together as he attacked your lips raw, like something to devour. You, despite all your previous emotions, kissed him back, tongue crashing together with his as you let out a soft breath of pleasure.
His hand, finally releasing you, wandered down your body, sliding under your shirt to run along the soft flesh skin there, making you shiver. Even without his attempt to make you stay, you won’t be going anywhere. Especially not with his hands confidently nearing the hem of your skirt, confident about what he is about to do.
୭ ˚ pairing ── sensei! g. satoru x deflected! g. suguru
୭ ˚ summary ── Satoru clings to the version of Suguru he loved and refuses to let other people change his mind about the person closest to him.
୭ ˚ tags ── subtle mention of other characters, Gojo Satoru-centric, internal conflict, internal monologue, moral dilemmas, post-star plasma vessel | hidden inventory arc, heavy angst, emotional hurt, unreliable narrator, hurt no comfort, the author regrets everything, psychology
୭ ˚ wc ── 1.2k
୭ ˚ ao3 ── click here!
“Gojo-sensei! What’s the matter?”
Satoru’s days became colourless ever since Suguru left.
He stopped wondering about the reason why Suguru did what he did a long ago. Figuring out the intentions of man, who he’d been the closest to should have been the easiest, but even recognising an artificial object’s thoughts wasn’t this difficult. He could only watch as his best friend spiralled, realizing it late enough for it to be beyond saving.
“Suguru killed everyone in the village.”
Everyone associates white, the colour with pureness, kindness and innocence. Is it that important to be perfect, to be the ever existing symbolism of the ideal, to give up on growing to find your own volition? In reality, one needs a little darkness in their life, to allow the colours to blend together, creating uniqueness. Existing white is boring and even though he is surrounded by all colours, making the draining numbness turn into happiness, he’s still stained by the everlasting colour he left behind.
The one that belongs to the Suguru, whose laugh is echoing off the walls, whose eyes are like the nightfall, shining through everything and blinding Satoru. Is that where he went wrong? Letting himself be blinded by the appealing light of him being completely alright?
“Satoru, look at me. It’s okay, you did your best, alright? It was his choice. Calm down, just… breathe.”
Suguru was never the darkness. He was the radiance, the reason worth fighting for, the one and only, who understood him. It was the sorcerer society, the faulty of humanity that drained the colour of him, pulling him into the cage they created for him.
Even with the differences, the overwhelming contrast of white and black, of pure and evil as everyone liked to state it falsely, they stood together at the top of the world.
“The good thing is that his nonsense didn’t cloud your judgment. What would we do without you, Gojo?”
No one was able to comprehend the freedom of having free will, the feeling of slaying the harmful creatures and bringing peace. Suguru could. He gave Satoru an even more significant one; the sensation of his arms around him, not grounding him to the earth, but to himself. That’s where Satoru wanted to be all the time, what he looked for in the rainy days, in the laughter of his students, in the darkness of his house and in the peacefully quiet snowfalls.
Does Suguru also think about the memories they made together? Did Satoru really ruin him or was that side of his never discovered by Satoru? All the love Suguru gave to him was burned into his brain, his skin, his personality and himself. What once felt warm now grew claws, ripping Satoru up from the inside, but he endured it. If that is what it meant to live with the blessing to feel his love, he’d even sold his soul.
“Didn’t that used to belong to Geto?”
Even though he disappeared from his everydays, Suguru could never leave him.
Not when every one of his thoughts lead to his soulmate. Every place reminded him of Suguru, even the ones he didn’t visit with him. Certain songs, the smell of the candles lit in his home, the lake by their school, the sound of his guitar, calloused hands, sweet pastries. Joy, sadness, grief, sorrow, gratitude, hope, proudness. Love.
It also came with the nauseating reminder of Satoru’s fatal mistake of choosing others' safety instead of his own saneness, instead of the only colour that could make him complete. The ubiquitous black, of which only a drop was memorable enough to keep him up at night. He got his whiteness flooded with the darkness of Suguru, which might have destroyed him, but still wanted more of. The two existed in perfect harmony without the definition of good or bad.
“He was a total wrench after the incident.”
Choosing a different trail than what everyone wants for you does not equal one of these traits overpowering your mind.
Satoru’s soul now shining in lonely white with the dark spots Suguru left behind on him only aching and burning with the reminder of the existence of his other half, he truly was gray.
Gray, being the colour between white and black, the association of not finding where you belong. He used to belong, though.
“I wonder what he is like as a person. Do you think we would get along, sensei?”
Was it selfish to still want Suguru by his side? With him hating the whole society, because of what they made him become, was it not as equally evil or even more to stay in there, even bringing on this fatal will to young minds? This environment destroyed the only person his heart beat for and he still wishes Suguru was here, holding him from falling apart under the emptiness that seemed to reach beyond the infinity.
They could never exist in the same space with both of them living up to their ultimate goals and obeying their morals.
“You did the right thing, Satoru Gojo.”
Satoru’s Six Eyes made all his senses become more sharp, open toward the people he swore to protect to detect any kind of cry for help. He never would have thought about it coming from the soul of Suguru, the one always around him, just by an arm reach. All the super abilities and he still failed to see all the wrong consuming his best friend slowly, all the mistakes of humanity that no one should carry alone. That’s why they were always there for each other, partners in crime, to not be left alone.
He still turned to a way Satoru couldn’t morally follow, if he wanted to help the weak people, who did not have the curse to be able to fight back. It was Suguru, who encouraged him to protect who he can, but at the end of the day, Suguru chose to ignore the embodiment representing this moral.
“I know you cling to the version of the Suguru Geto you knew, but he is long gone. It’s all in your head now.”
What can you sense? The answer was obvious, one Satoru was born with; the limitless information that was fatally overwhelming to anyone, but him. All things physical and mental, what was known existed inside the domain of his. He wondered sometimes, could emotions be sensed? He never sensed them before, but was it possible?
Was the toxic thought, which changed Suguru, also present there, floating with all the weight that dragged his shoulder down and stole the precious smile of his?
Satoru had control over the whole world, but he still couldn’t anchor the only one he truly wanted to be with, the one he wanted to protect by his side.
“I’m sorry, Gojo. I know you two were… close.”
Was the right decision to let the globe burn up, because of the powerful belonging they felt to one another, passing judgement upon both the innocent and both the criminal? If staying with Suguru meant supporting this, he would watch him go with his heart shuttering to pieces every time.
Being next to him supposed to mean the carelessness of not having to hide himself, of not having to speak to be known.
“I’m home,”
It was a habit of his to announce it to the darkness ruling in his apartment, because he remembered when Suguru would light up the living room, greeting him with a smile. Now it remained gloomy, not allowing Satoru to see the path in.
Suguru wasn’t the darkness. He was the purest soul Satoru ever knew, who got confused by the manipulative shadow of the exact people labelling him with that.
she/her prns are used. i'm nineteen ys old, currently stuck in school and also a competitive volleyball player (bc of haikyuu). i'm either in flow-state or i suffer from writer's block, no in between. multifandom, but mainly write for jjk. i speak hungarian, italian and english, and i'm more than proud to announce that i'll have grammar mistakes, since english is not my first language. i love reading and watching new animes/series, so recs are always appreciated!
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୭ ˚ pairing ── soccer bf! g. satoru x cheerleader gf! reader
୭ ˚ summary ── the cheerleaders and the soccer team has one day, when they have practice at the same place and at the same time. you and satoru make use of the little water break.
୭ ˚ tags ── smut, female reader, plot what plot, college/high school au, sport au, established relationship, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, edging, teasing, multiple orgasm, semi-public sex, locker room sex
୭ ˚ wc ── 2.1k
“Alright girls, great job! Let’s have a quick water break.”
All the pom-poms were thrown at the ground within seconds, everyone rushing to their bottles and trying to find a free seat on a singular bench for the whole team. Stupid, right? The only one remaining on the field was you, looking at your coach with pleading eyes and the widest smile you could force on your face after practice.
“Ma’am, I really have to use the restroom.”
She gave you a deadpan, hands on the hips as she eyed you up skeptically. “You and the bathroom break again. Do you perhaps have kidney problems?”
“None that I know of,” you grinned back at her and she dismissed you with a disbelieving scoff.
You did, in fact, not have to pee.
“Hey,” you smiled at your boyfriend, Satoru, once you entered the locker room. He was leaning close to a mirror over the sinks, wet hair sticking to his forehead as he looked up at you. The affectionate glint in his bright blue eyes immediately returned upon seeing you, straightening up.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it, pretty,” he smiled down at you, shamelessly running his eyes over your quite revealing uniform. “Thought I might have to drag you outta there myself.”
“Don’t worry, no way I would miss this,” you smiled playfully, biting down on your lips in the way you knew it drove him crazy as you slowly closed the distance between you. He was wearing his signature blue jersey, the huge, white number “1” painted on the front drawing all eyes on him, the star player of the soccer team.
Well, let’s be real; no one gave a fuck about what number he wore. It was his toned chest and large biceps that captured everyone’s attention, the way his build made the shirt look small on him.
“Up here, sweetheart.” Satoru whispered, placing a firm hand under your jaw to tilt your head upwards, making you meet his face closely. His blown out pupils under his white lashes made you wet your lips, finding it unable to break eye contact.
“You know, I might be the lead dancer at your game,” you scooted closer proudly, wrapping your hands around his neck.
“Yeah?” He breathed against your skin, hands finding their way to your waist, holding you in place, while drawing small circles on the skin there.
“Yeah,” you smiled warmly at him, stroking his hair lightly. As you tugged on a few strands of his white hair, he inhaled sharply through his teeth, eyes now moving down to your lips.
“I’ll have trouble playing, if you’re going to move your ass in that skirt of yours,” he clicked his tongue, one hand sliding down from your waist to grab onto the flesh skin of your ass that your outfit failed to cover. You lightly smacked his head, rolling your eyes, unamused.
“Shut up.”
As soon as the words left your mouth, his lips crashed against yours, capturing them in a desperate kiss. You let out a small huff in surprise, but you quickly caught up to his tempo, lips messily moving together.
Satoru pulled you impossibly close, making you dizzy from how deep he kissed you, tongue slipping into your mouth. You could feel every firm muscles of his pressing against your body, as well as the growing bulge in his pants pressed into your stomach, making you heat up in arousal.
You smirked into the kiss, biting down on his lower lip, earning a whine from him.
In no time, your glittery outfit was thrown on the floor, followed by his own clothes.
Satoru Gojo is an impatient man, always was and always will be, but he always put your desire above his. That’s why the room was filled with your muffled moans with Satoru’s head deeply buried between your legs, sucking on your clit and placing wet stripes along your pussy to collect every one of your dripping pleasure.
“C’mon, baby, wanna hear you scream for me,” his voice was blunt as he continued to work to please you, two long fingers lining up at your entrance and pushing inside you without any resistance.
You felt out of your mind, with your thighs threatening to crush his head and lips bitten in to stop the sounds of satisfaction escaping your mouth. Not only one, but two fucking teams were out on the field with coaches, training their asses off and you couldn’t afford getting caught.
Your body was hypersensitive from the nearing orgasm as you pressed your eyes together, lost in the way his tongue and fingers worked in impeccable harmony.
“Fuck, ‘toru!” You sighed, breaths getting more desperate as you neared your climax. “Can’t— can’t let ‘em hear.”
“Oh?” He panted, raising his head to look at you with disbelieving eyes. The cozy warmth his head provided was gone and you felt the sudden coldness of the fresh air. You pressed your hips forward to urge him to go back, inaudible begs leaving your lips. But Satoru didn’t obey, both hands moving up to steady you down by your waist.
He leaned forward, forehead meeting with yours. “Are you ashamed, beautiful?”
“I don’t know,” you cried out, wiggling in his hold. Your brain still wasn’t able to form a proper thought and all you felt was the unpleasant sensation of him leaving you there, unfinished.
“Hey, talk to me, pretty. You don’t want ‘em to know about this?”
Without a second thought, you hummed quietly in response, pressing your body close to his.
“Doesn’t matter,” you whispered.
“I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he leaned down, brushing your sweaty face gently, like you were a precious artifact.
“Ughh, it’s fine, ‘ts fine.” You pouted, forehead crinkling upon dissatisfaction. “Finish, Satoruu.”
“Okay, baby, I got you.” He whispered, burying his face into the crook of your neck, while lifting you up in his hands effortlessly. Automatically locking your legs around his waist, you shifted until you aligned your pussy with his cock, them only being separated by your soaked underwears.
Shamelessly, you began to move your hips against him, clothed cunt dragging along his length, as soft pants left your lips. He hissed into your skin, beginning to plant messy kisses around as he grabbed your ass harder each time you grinded against him, body aching with arousal.
“Fuck, you sure are impatient.” He breathed out, sucking the sensitive spot under your jaw to earn a low moan from you, nails digging into his broad shoulders.
You were too deep in your ecstasy to form words and with a few harder strokes of your hips, you came with a cry. Your mouth was pressed together, barely holding in your satisfied sounds, as your juices ran down your thigh.
“There you’re, baby. S’good for me.”
Gojo switched to biting on the delicate skin around your neck and collarbone, which you were certain was going to leave a nasty mark. You couldn’t care less though, letting him move your hips down firmly to ride you through your waves of desire and to please himself as well. His hands became looser around your form and a loud cry left his lips as he came.
You were panting from exhaustion, burying your face in the crook of his neck. But even after his orgasm, he was unsatisfied.
He placed you down on the even surface between the sinks, stroking your back as he planted a few kisses in your hair.
“Baby, fuck— I really want to hear’ya. Will my cock be enough? To lemme hear those beautiful noises?” He leaned close to your ear, whispering in low tone as you whined, brain still fogged with pleasure. To be honest, it took a lot from you to even comprehend his question.
“Answer me, pretty.”
“Yes,” you breathed weakly, closing your eyes. Your rational thoughts have completely abandoned you, when you first stepped inside the locker room and that was a perfect excuse. It was about your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo.
No more words were needed. Your panties disappeared within seconds and he kicked his underwear down impatiently. Satoru placed a hand to your cheek, caressing it softly, while inviting your lips into a much slower, but just as intimate kiss. His completely naked body embraced yours, hugging and grasping into each other’s skin.
Leaning back against the cold wall, you dragged your nails along the fine line of his jaw, stopping just behind his ear, pressing down firmly. You knew all the spots on his body that could make him whine and shake around you and that’s exactly what happened.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he sighed, running his hands down on you and placing multiple kisses along face. You chuckled fondly, caressing his hair and shoulders, the latter already decorated with a few scratches from not so long ago. His sole finger ran down on your stomach, making the hair on your skin stand up as you obediently parted your legs, ready to take him in.
He groaned as he stared at your exposed pussy, slick in arousal, wetting his lips in lust as he took his cock into his hand, stroking it firmly a few times. He navigated is cock around your entrance to collect all your juices, mixing with the precum on his tip. You moaned quietly, tilting your head back.
“Still can’t hear ya, baby.” He murmured, running his fingers down on your inner thigh, drawing desperate whines from your mouth, your stomach burning in arousal. “Do you want me to fill you? Say it, beautiful, do you?”
“Yea,” you breathed, hips already inching forward to finally feel him pulsing inside your soft walls, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. You squirmed, aligning his tip to your clit and pressing yourself closer. “I promise, I— I won’t hold back.”
Satoru’s hands grabbed the tender skin just at the end of your thigh, making you squirm under his firm grip. “Really, baby?”
“Please, ‘toru!” You cried out and he placed your legs around his hips, bringing you closer by grasping hardly at your waist. As his tip slid inside you, your eyes rolled back and lips parted, whining messily. Your arms tightened around his neck, something to anchor you to reality.
“Now that’s what I want to hear.” He smirked, slamming inside you with absolutely no warning, making you let out a desperate moan deep from your throat. His cock was huge and you felt your walls stretching to their limits take him all in.
“You feel so good,” you breathed, legs trembling around his waist as he slowly began to slide in and out. Your head was spinning from the previous orgasms and the new sense of desire, gasping into his hair as he started to speed up, grabbing your ass and moving your body to meet his own, firm thrusts.
“God,” he whined, ragged breaths matching his pace as the atmosphere was filled with the sound of skin clapping. His cock finally hit the perfect spot, curving up just the right way and you couldn’t help but scream out, nails digging into his back.
“That’s my girl, you’re doing so great.” He placed kisses along your throat as he continued to keep hitting the place, earning an euphoric cry from you.
You could feel the bigger veins popping out of his dick inside you because of the way your walls were squeezing him so tightly. Your abdomen was thick with arousal and the way he moved your ass in sync with his pace made you feel paralysed.
“I’m sure everyone can hear us now, pretty. Let’em know you’re mine.”
The moaning mess you became in his firm hold was pathetic, the way all of this was probably heard from miles away was pathetic, but you didn’t find it in yourself to give a shit.
“I’m so close,” you groaned, body shaking uncontrollably, pussy squeezing hard on his cock. He increased his pace with a groan, slamming balls-deep into your wet pussy, earning loud cries and screams from you. No longer than seconds later, you came with a massive jolt of your body, whining in pleasure.
“Me too, baby, me too.”
Satoru must have held himself back, because he came just after you, muscles tensing and eyes rolling back. His cock twitched aggressively inside of you, his cum filling you as you rode both of your highs out, trying to catch your breath and get yourself together.
“Everything alright?” Satoru asked softly, scooping your limp body in his arms, holding you in one place, gently brushing the sweaty strands of hair out of your face.
You didn’t answer, just pulled him closer, tenderly fixing his hair and caressing his face.
As long as he is here, wearing his stupid, smug smile and treating like his number 1 priority, choosing you over practices and friends, everything will be alright.
୭ ˚ pairing ── situationship! g. satoru x f! reader
୭ ˚ summary ── What are the boundaries, when you have something unlabelled? It's fine, if you don't know, because neither does gojo! He can't go that far without talking about his feelings, which he is, surprisingly, incapable of.
୭ ˚ tags ── recreational use of alcohol, modern au, fraternity, frat parties, frat!jo, slight sukuna x reader, drunken kissing, lowk toxic gojo, slight angst, forced proximity, jealousy
୭ ˚ wc ── 1.4k
Connections are all you ever need in life.
Because of knowing the right people, everyone was aware of your name in college. Multiple dm requests you didn’t even care to open, lots of attention both in person and online and always being in the invitation list of the infamous frat parties.
Popularity was easy to build; attend these functions, talk, occasionally make out and you were secured.
Satoru Gojo got to know you through a friend of a friend and it was a well known fact around campus that you two were talking. That was the expression everyone else was allowed to know about whatever you two had going on, which was far from the actual truth.
You didn’t give a fuck about labels, because what truly mattered happened anyway. At every event with both of you present, you left the group behind sooner or later just to be in each other’s company.
That’s why, the moment you saw Satoru Gojo sitting on a couch with a girl on his lap, you felt the sudden urge to throw up. With mild offense sitting on your face, you’ve observed the giggling pair, frozen in the crowd of jumping people and excessively loud music.
The only light being the flashing neons didn’t allow you to see much of what was happening there, but his hands on her waist and the way the girl leaned extremely close to him was enough for you.
The red cup in your hand full of some cheap beer landed on the floor as you went to the kitchen to get something stronger, dizzy in the head.
The unspoken loyalty with him was always fickle, as every other thing based on something as fallible as blind trust, but your heart still ached like hell, longing for the comfort of his arms. Fucking jerk.
Arms deep in the fridge and lost in your raging thoughts, you felt a hand at your shoulder. You froze for a second, bottles in hand as a small wave of hope washed through you, relieved that it might be him. He came back after all.
But the hand on your skin was callused, something completely contrary to Satoru’s smooth skin.
“Hey ma’, what ya up to?”
The deep, laid back voice unmistakably belonged to Sukuna, another well-known member of the fraternity.
“Getting fuel,”
You took a deep breath before you leaned out of the fresh coldness of the fridge, forcing your expression back to neutral as you raised one of the bottles in your hand, a silent question.
“Nah, I’m good,” he shook his head in amusement, hungry eyes running over your frame non-stop, not giving a shit about alcohol or anything else here. You shifted in discomfort, looking anywhere else but to him as your heart picked up a faster tempo. It’s not that you had a problem with him; he was alright, you two stopped in the corridors to greet each other. You just had enough of men for the night, thank you.
He stepped closer and you took one back automatically until your back hit the fridge and he was still intent to close the distance between you.
“I last saw you playing beer pong.” You exclaimed, trying to break the awkward silence stretching between you upon the unrequited interest that didn’t seem to bother him anyway.
“About that? I won,” he shrugged it off immediately, the unwavering pride in his tone surfacing, as he stopped a few steps before you, winking with a smirk.
“The winning streak is cut short now, Ryo’.” Another voice joined the conversation, dancing closer to the fridge you were standing at. Upon hearing it, the heavy stone of disappointment and letdown dropped from your heart, allowing it to beat again as you locked eyes over Sukuna’s shoulder with none other than Satoru.
Sukuna’s attention was diverted, lazily tilting his head as an all-knowing smirk stretched across his features. “Yo, man. Mind sharing?”
“I do, actually,” he let out a low chuckle, leaning against the kitchen counter beside you, still not close enough for you to be able to read his expression, as the two men kept staring at each other. Both having a friendly and smiling expression and you’d actually believe it if you didn’t feel the fucking thick tension between them.
You were definitely too sober for this.
Seconds felt hours to you as not a single eye landed on you even though you were the fucking topic. You considered slipping away and finishing your original mission; downing the transparent liquid in the bottle. This was starting to become worse than what you felt when you saw Satoru being with someone else.
Sukuna was the one to break the silence, taking a long step back and raising his hand in surrender, like he was caught committing something illegal.
Talking ain’t considered one, if you ask me.
“Alright man, whatever. All yours.”
Before he stepped out of the kitchen, he winked at you one last time, the light dancing mischievously on his white, sharp teeth and he was gone. The silence between you was only broken by the monotonous humming of the fridge, mocking you.
Satoru was still not looking at you. You tilted your head back against the cold appliance, bringing the desired bottle to your lips and gulping the metallic alcohol down. It was disgusting, burning its way down your throat and heating up your body in an instant, as well as making you dizzier.
It was better than standing next to each other in complete fucking silence, when you both knew something was definitely not right.
After the sixth sip you took, Satoru’s hand locked around your wrist, raising the bottle away from your lips. His blue eyes were on you, bright and unreadable as ever. He didn’t drink, got blessed with a way too weak system to tolerate alcohol, but the messiness in his eyes screamed he took something. Absolutely no idea what he was on, but you didn’t even care.
“What? Let me go, Gojo.”
He sucked the air in between his teeth, offering a sheepish smile. “Gojo? Come on, you can’t be that mad,”
“Fuck off.” You tried to snap your hand away from his grasp, but despite it not being firm, he didn’t let go. You scoffed, shaking your head with an eye roll as you raised your hand with his in the air, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“It’s not what it looked like,” he said slowly, tone serious as he stared deep into your eyes, as if trying to prove his right. He carefully took the bottle from your hand and placed it down on the counter beside you. Unlike his energetic and sudden movements and gestures, he was calm and cautious. “I swear, it was nothing.”
“Why are you trying to convince me? It’s not like it matters,” you let out a dry laugh, letting your hand go and hang in his hold as you leaned back at your old spot, amused eyes observing his.
“What?” Satoru furrowed his brows, stepping closer until your body was completely pressed against the fridge, with him still grasping your hand. You were forced to breathe in his signature perfume that went straight into your head, as you felt your body slowly betray you from the sensation of his closeness.
“Who was she?” You pressed, gaze running over his features as if trying to figure out what exactly went down there.
“No one, you should worry about.” He shook his head, kissing your hair gently, the touch of a feather. You closed your eyes in defeat, when you acknowledged he will keep avoiding your question.
“No, no— stop,” you tried to pull your head away, the only drops of your self respect fighting with all their might against his charismatic personality.
“I know, angel.” He whispered, brushing his nose to yours. His minty breath, the burning hot presence of his body and the softness of his hair in contact with your forehead was overwhelming.
“You’re the worst,” you breathed out, wanting to pour all your frustration and anger into your words. They came out ragged instead, desperate, as your eyes shifted down his parted lips, bite marks visible. From who, you didn’t dare to know.
“And you’re the best,” he chuckled, that sweet tone making you clench your thighs together as he attacked your lips raw, like something to devour. You, despite all your previous emotions, kissed him back, tongue crashing together with his as you let out a soft breath of pleasure.
His hand, finally releasing you, wandered down your body, sliding under your shirt to run along the soft flesh skin there, making you shiver. Even without his attempt to make you stay, you won’t be going anywhere. Especially not with his hands confidently nearing the hem of your skirt, confident about what he is about to do.
synopsis: you and gojo were nothing more than fuck buddies. nothing more, nothing less. you were using him to distract yourself from a break up and gojo tries to convince himself that he was okay with that.
tw(?): allusions to smut but its not explictly stated. toji x reader mentioned. angst no comfort
a/n: gojo lowk a cuck in this im ngl. if the cuck was like.. the sad side piece that had a free trial on the wife. pink in the night by mitski inspired this fic!! wc: 2.4k
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you never stayed long. if gojo had any ounce of self respect, he would have stopped answering your messages, stopped picking up the phone when you called even if it was in the middle of the night. if he had any dignity left, he would've never opened your chat of "you awake?" but despite his outward persona, gojo was a weak man. so, of course he would answer and of course he would let you in his dorm.
yn
you awake?
gojo
yeah wsp
yn
you down?
he replied with a thumbs up in hopes that it would make him seem more indifferent— as if it would mask the fact that he was almost waiting for your text, that he waited exactly three minutes before responding despite the fact that he saw the notifcation pop up on his screen. he was ruining his sleep scheduele for just a minute of your time. he had an early lecture tomorrow for fuck's sake. yet here he was, like a loyal lap dog to his servant. though, he supposes a lap dog would recieve more love than he ever did.
gojo could smell the alcohol on you the second he opened the door. even though you weren't exaclty put together—hair askew and outfit slightly ruffled up—gojo still thought you were beautiful. the lowlight coming from inside his dorm hit your eyes perfectly, complimenting your irises and highlighting the red in your sclera. your outfit was fairly casual but you had this effortless beauty about you that made it seem special. gojo recalls there being a party today which explains your outfit. he then realizes that toji was the one throwing. suddenly the pieces began to add up. from the beginning you had been honest with him, you were rather blunt when you explained what would be the nature of your relationship
you were frank when you told him you were just looking for a distraction. your rather messy breakup with toji was still fairly fresh and gojo knew you were just using him. but still. he found himself offering up his heart without even knowing why.
you hadn't bothered waiting for him to let you in before you lazily tossed your arms around his shoulders and leaned into his figure. with one hand still on the door, he put his arm hand around your waist to stead the both of you. he couldn't bring himself to look away from your eyes. he could only hope that you couldn't see the light pink dusting his cheeks. but from the looks of it, gojo could tell you were out of it. in fact, he wouldn't be surprised if you wouldn't remember this tomorrow.
blinking up at him through your lashes, you hummed to yourself as if in thought and before gojo could ask what was on your mind, you pulled him in for a kiss. and despite himself, gojo leaned into it. he could now taste the alcohol. it was strong but he couldn't quite put his finger on what exaclty it was. not with you on his lips like this.
his mind went blank once you had started to gently tug on his hair. a sound that sounded terribly like a whine escaped him as his grip on your waist tightented. you smirked against his lips but didn't pull away, gojo wouldn't complain. gojo doesn't remember pulling you further into his dorm and eventually onto his bed. he's sure you wouldn't either.
gojo was still slightly panting by the time you cleaned up and started dressing yourself again. you never stayed long, afterall. at most you stayed just to rest but you always managed to leave before the sun came up. he remembers the first time you left like a fresh memory. he remembers falling asleep with you on his chest—the one time you were too tired to make the trip back to your dorm after your little meet-up with gojo. by the time morning came around, you were no where to be found. no note, no text, and no hint that you were even there to begin with. he sees you on campus a couple days later after you had been dodging his texts.
gojo is sheepish when he approaches you, the extravagent facade of an untouchable prince melting away in your mere presence. you were in the campus library surrounded by books centered around a class you had to take for your major, gojo remembers you complaining about it one time. you look up from your notes to meet his gaze and looked briefly shocked before it disappeared.
"satoru? can i help you?" your words weren't harsh. not in the slightest. they were calm, as if you had been asking a stranger if they needed your assistance. so gojo didn't understand why it made his chest hurt to hear you address him with such nonchalance. he brushed the thoughts aside, bashfully scratching the back of his head.
"had me worried, y'know?" gojo begins. he quickly tacts on a sarcastic comment in a sorry attempt to seem more natural. "thought someone had kidnapped you or something."
you tilt your head to the side, scrunching your brows, "what do you mean?" you then take note of how the male in front of you stayed standing despite how there was a chair right in front of him. you voiced this as much, "don't just stand there, satoru, sit down with me."
gojo supposes this is why he can't really fault you for the ache in his chest. perhaps if you were cruel he could grow to hate you, even if only a little. maybe if you were rude or brash he would be able to ignore your texts. but you weren't. on your worst days, you were impassive. on your best, you were kind. you were kind to him, gojo chose to believe. afterall, you offered him a seat! he regrets bringing up how you left so suddenly a few days ago. it's not like you were tied down to him or anything.
he was a distraction. and he was content with that.
at least, he was trying to be.
it's not often that gojo tries to ask you to stay. mostly because he knows what your answer will be. nevertheless, tonight, he tries to convince you to stay. sitting up in his bed, he watches you put your bra back on as you faced away from him from where you sat on his bed getting ready to leave.
"y'know," he opened, "why don't you stay tonight? it's late already, i don't want you walking alone right now."
when the words leave his mouth, gojo quickly analayzes them. was it too much? too little? did it make him seem needy? or did he look like some possessive bum?
you shrugged, clearly not looking as deep into his words as he did. "i'll be fine, it's not far anyways."
gojo knows this is a losing battle and he doesn't know why he keeps fighting. "at least let me walk you, i'm not sure what could happen with a drunkard like you out in the streets."
this gets a small laugh out of you and gojo internally beams at the acomplishment. "i'm not even that drunk, satoru."
now it was his turn to shrug, "i'm not even sure you could make it to your dorm. c'mon, let me at least walk you the way there." gojo hates the sound of the words that just left him. he sounded so needy. now he understands why geto called him a dog when he had confided in his counterpart for advice on this dilemma of sorts.
thankfully, you don't point out out the underlying tone of his words. and even more, you accept his offer. "fine," you almost groan, "put some clothes on then."
gojo almost has to fight himself to make sure he didn't seem to excited as he got ready. he opted for just some sweatpants and an old zip-up that was on his chair. when you two were ready, gojo walked you to the door and locked it behind him. he kept his hands in his pockets to hide how jittery he was. he found himself fumbling with the keys before stopping himself when he heard how loud they were from inside the pocket of his zipup. the two of you walked side by side and in silence. yet it wasn't akward, at least not terribly so. gojo wonders if your mind was racing as much as his. stealing a glance at you, he takes note of the far off look you have in your eyes. he also takes note of the slight sway in your stride, a credit to the alcohol lingering in your system. before he even realizes what he's doing, he reaches a hand out to put on your waist, tugging you closer to him and steadying you. you raise a brow but gojo tries to ignore it as he looks away and keeps his pace. though he does make sure to shorten his steps as to not overtake you. "you're walking weird," he briefly explains.
"don't get too full of yourself," you chide. "i'm just tipsy so don't go thinking it's because of you."
"thought you weren't drunk?" gojo grinned, his gaze finally meeting yours.
you smirk but lean into his side nevertheless. "touche."
the walk doesn't feel as akward anymore for gojo. he feels the heat from your body on his side and it was in moments such as these where he tries to convince himself that he was fine with the arrangement you had with one another. that he didn't mind being demoted to some booty call if it meant getting moments like these with you. so what if he didn't get the girl in the end? he would learn to be satisfied with this.
the walk to your dorm was fairly short, hence why you didn't mind making it on your own. in all honesty, you didn't even realize you had made it to your building since you still weren't all there in the head. a part of gojo wishes he had taken you the long way to have even just a little more time with you. but he knew you were tired so he takes the shortest route to your building to get you home faster. gojo walked you to the door of your dorm to ensure you ended the night safely. you left his side to fumble for the keys to the door and gojo found himself missing your warmth already. before you left him for the night, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek and thanked him for walking you back. you didn't wait for a response, stepping into your dorm and shutting the door behind you. gojo stands stunned before he forces himself to make the walk back to his dorm alone.
gojo regrets not taking you the long way when you don't reach out for the next few days.
throughout the length of your "relationship" with each other, gojo has taught himself to not reach out as often as he did before. you would tell him you weren't a big texted in explanation to how you would go hours or even days before responding to one of his messages. but there were times that you would be fairly quick. it wasn't too often but gojo revels in the moments nonetheless. albiet, you would continue a consistent streak before disappearing after a few too many texts. gojo blames himself, he knows he's fairly needy. especially when it comes to you though he is ashamed to admit it.
it's been almost a week now and gojo hasn't seen or heard from you since he dropped you off at your dorm. yet again, he tells himself that you didn't owe him. afterall, he was the one that practically begged to walk you home. and you already thanked him for it, you even gave him a kiss on the cheek! you weren't indebted to him, not at all.
so he can't explain why his nails dig so hard into his palms at the sight of you with toji. gojo was the one throwing this time, yet another frat president duty he would claim if anyone would ever question the sudden party. but he knew the real reason was the hope that you would show up. he supposes one of that wish came true for the price of the sight in front of him now.
gojo doesn't know the story or if you two were even back together but he honestly didn't really care. he knew one thing for sure, his time with you was up. after all, he was just the distraction. something the pass the time until you got what you wanted. you had told him that from the start, reminded him of such whenever you would catch him giving you those looks. the kind of look where he gazed upon you as if you were something sacred, as if you hung up the moon and stars for him and him alone. gojo satoru is a blind fool and he hates himself more than he could hate you. he's convinced himself that he served his purpose. you were happy during your time with him right? you didn't exactly have any complaints when the two of you would fuck and though you wouldn't really hangout aside from your late meetups, you never seemed upset to be around him. and yet, gojo doesn't think he's ever heard you laugh the way you were doing with toji right now. he's never made you blush the way toji does just by leaning down to whisper something into your ear.
gojo knew that this would never last. that in this story, he doesn't win nor does he get the girl. a part of him knew from the start which is why he has no one to blame but himself. even with the way his heart ached and how he had to physically turn away from the sight of you and toji to prevent the bile in his throat from coming up, gojo cannot bring himself to hate you. not when he brought this on himself.
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YAY ANGST :hooray: lowk might be a little ooc but fuh it we ball. should i make a pt for closure? let a ho know!!
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen despises when you ignore his texts. in a matter of ten minutes without answering, he’s sending “???” and a “don’t play w me” before showing up at your dorm completely uninvited.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen is the walking embodiment of sexual frustration. he’ll make fun of you for being flustered or aroused, yet he’s the one gripping the red cup in his hand when your skirt in too short. he’ll pull you between his spread legs, looking up at you, “i want to bend you over this fuckin’ couch so bad, ma’” like if he was an animal in heat.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen’s room looks like a fucking crime scene. he has an entire laundry basket for clean clothes he’d throw in there instead of storing away and another for dirty clothes. his nightstand carries six empty protein shake bottles besides a cracked ipad he never uses besides for the occasional work he chooses to do. led lights that are never turned off (and coincidentally turn to red when he’s balls deep inside you) along with a broken headboard that has no apparent explanation.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen often lets you stay over after parties so he could release some energy, but when he catches you in the morning talking to a frat brother of his in the kitchen like if he was the most hilarious man alive, he probably regrets it more than ever. he grabs your waist, whispering in your ear “he that funny, ma’?” his fingers on your jaw, tilting your face upwards at him.
ᝰ.ᐟ and jealousy can only be let out one way, right? frat!sukuna ryomen whispers in your ear, “done entertaining him?” when he knows you’re squirming for more. you shut your eyes as his cock slips into you, “nah, eyes on me, baby,” and you do, letting him use you for all you’re worth.
ᝰ.ᐟ if you turn away from him at a party, frat!sukuna ryomen is grabbing your wrist in a gentle but firm manner, “i was talking to you,”
ᝰ.ᐟ reckless late night texts. “come over” or “u up ma’?” or “i’m not asking,”
FIXER-UPPER ❤︎ ׅ ۫ helping uni best-friend satoru destress after accidentally finding his hentai collection . . .
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“satoruuu!” you purred, looking for any signs of life in his dorm. but you were only met with silence, his aura—more miserable than usual—radiating from within.
it was exam season, which meant satoru had likely entered one of his infamous overstudy spirals. the kind where he traded sleep for caffeine & liquid sugar... unfortunately for you, your best friend could be insanely stubborn when he wanted to.
“satoru?” you tried again, softer this time.
a faint clattering came from his bedroom. when you walked in you found him slumped at his desk. his head was down, but one arm remained suspended that you assume was holding the pen that had rolled to your feet. frozen in place like his body hadn’t gotten the memo that he’d probably already passed out a few hours ago..
books and papers were everywhere. empty plastic cups littered the desk, his glasses pushed up and forgotten on top of his head.
you rolled your eyes before letting out a soft chuckle, gently lowering his arm back onto the desk.
“satoru..”
nothing.
you leaned down nibbling on the shell of his ear before purring.
“satoruuu~~”
a groan.
“welcome back to the land of the living, this a new study method??” you teased, resting your hand on his shoulder, warmth seeping through his worn out clothes.
“shut up…” he mumbled into the textbook. “fivemoreminutes.”
you let out a soft laugh, more out of pity than anything. “no can do. you’ve been saying that since yesterday.”
his hand absentmindedly clutched the hardcover of his 9-pound textbook on particle physics, his body tensing slightly as he squished his cheek against the wood pulp pages.
satoru turned slightly so that he could catch a glimpse of you through his peripheral, putting on his best puppy doll face for you. the same one he knew you could never resist.
“…ten? pleaseee??”
you rolled your eyes before removing your hand from his shoulder and snapping on a dim lamp & heading off to open his windows - a cool breeze entering the deepest depths of his room making him hiss, as if he were some 19th century vampire.
“seriously…?” , he muttered, stirring awake rubbing his tired eyes.
“yes, very serious. this stuff is not good for you,” you chided, small frown on your face. as much as you loved him, the man did not know how to prioritize his well being. and as much as it frustrated you.. you could never resist the urge to take care of him when he really needed it. after all, that's what best friends are for..
you moved around the room, tidying up after him, muttering under your breath as you nudged stray papers and empty mugs into neat stacks, threatening to spill over in your arms.
“honestly, satoru. how do you even live like this?” you huffed, lightly slapping the back of nape as you walked past him to dump all the bygone papers into the trash. he let out a small pout, fingers threading through his white hair as he leaned back against his roller chair.
he huffed, “gimme a break already.. m’just stressed. you know i'm hygienic..” spinning around in the chair at his desk, eyes lazily following your movements whilst pouting. as if that was going to stop the earful you were about to give him.
“yeah well… good thing you’ve got me.” you mumbled, soft voice barely audible before your eyes caught a haphazard pile of books and open pages near the edge of his bed.
kneeling down, you gathered them into your arms.
“god toru, physics physics physics. and what normal person needs this many—”
oh.
your face screwed up in surprise, jaw going slack and words dying in your throat. tucked among the piles of textbooks was a stack of colorful hentai magazines that were quite frankly, impossible to ignore.
the one on top being a girl’s literal pussy on full display, her folds swollen and puffy. pink laced panties utterly soaked and hanging 'round her ankle, slick dripping down her thighs. another one with popping pinks and yellows all around, tits oiled up and nippled perked out with such a sinful expression. worst of all they were clearly just read: some left open and unfinished.
“uh toru.. is this fucking porn??”
unfortunately for you, you were better than no man. you felt yourself clench around nothing at the sight of something so crude. i mean... you weren't a saint persay... one time satoru accidentally found your twitter favorites—choking, biting, orgasm denial, the list goes on—and to this day didn't let you live it down.
“no it's my shoujo collection.” he countered. but.. it wasn't like his normal snappiness, you could tell he was embarrassed and overly exasperated..
and then, something clicked.
from behind you satoru’s eyes sharpened, pupils dilating slightly, and the soft, just woken haze vanished in an instant.
you barely had time to process the warmth crawling up your neck before he was suddenly right there crouched next to you by his bedside.
large hands wrapped around your wrists, firm. but not enough to hurt you, just enough to make you drop the lewd comics you didn’t even realize you were oogling at, dropping them with a small thud as they fell on their spine.
the silence between you was thick, almost suffocating. his head was bent, hand still gripping your wrists, holding you in place without a word.
you couldn’t see his eyes, his fluffy white hair fell forward, masking his face. his stupidly thick frames dancing on the tip of his nose, teasing your vision just enough to make your heat spread in your tummy.
every second stretched, your heart picking up pace, which he could presumably feel at your pulse point as he continued to hold you. the weight of his presence pressed close, sharp and undeniable, and yet he didn’t speak. didn’t move — just held you there.
“don't act like you haven't seen that shit before, it's just...nothing’s helping.” he muttered, voice tight with frustration. you’ve never seen him so upset before, you almost felt bad.
you felt heat creep across your cheeks, your brows knitting as your voice fell quiet. “soo... you go ahead and whip out your entire collection of porn? have you ever heard of twitter?” you chided, not even trying to fight his grip on your wrist.
“shut up already.” he frowned, narrowing his eyes at you. which would have been more intimidating if, and only if, his cock wasn't straining against his sweats and if his glasses were on right rather than crooked . . . “and besides.. you know i like physical media better.”
of course.
“uh huh..” you muttered absentmindedly, your gaze drifting back to the stack of stem books mixed in with his adult comics, a familiar flutter returning to your tummy whenever you and him found yourselves like this — too close. too intimate for people were “just friends”.
he let out a small, almost desperate whine, tugging your wrists to get your focus back on him.
“please…”
you simply blinked at him.
“eh?”
“don’t care which… either help me out or forget about it.” he practically grumbled, voice a touch rougher than usual.
he met your eyes at last, full of frustration and need. you could tell he was trying to be serious, but the fact he looked so cute when he got whiney wasn't helping his case in the slightest.
he swallowed, cheeks pink, fingers flexing around yours. “j-just… touch me. please.” you couldn't help but notice the way his cock twitched against his sweatpants, a small wet patch forming in the center.
was he seriously that turned on from you just finding his porn stash??
satoru eased back against the bed, slouching lazily. before you could react, he tugged you onto his lap. your stomach pooled with warmth as he held you close, hands resting lightly on your hips, every breath and shiver radiating tension between you.
“...please..?”
you knew satoru was the type to take whatever he wanted. but this was a new form of desperation all on its own. to be so stressed you can't even cum on your own? you'd rather die. so, without a second thought your lips pressed against his own. attempting to steady yourself by gripping onto his shoulders as you wobbled in his lap.
satoru wasted not a single second before delving his tongue into the wet cave of your mouth. the taste of overly sweetened coffee dancing between your tongues as you straddled him.
as you moaned into his mouth, the vibrations sent a tingle down his spine, dragging you along his boner, soft moans escaping his lips as his hips rolled up in a desperate manner — the outline of his tip brushing against your clit through your thin bottoms, making you squirm against him.
his hands were large and heavy, kneading the flesh of your hip as he rocked you back and forth along his clothed cock, his head tossed back in pure ecstasy.
your jaw went slack as he angled himself upwards, brushing further along your folds. slow and calculated as sat up to buried his face in the crook of your neck, making your hands fly to the fabric of his hoodie. your small whimpers escaping you and going straight to his dick.
“toru… seriously, what’s your deal?”, you stuttered, as if you werent playing along.
you ground your hips down on him, rocking back and forth, earning more gasps from him.
“ngh—h-hold on..” he stilled your movements on his lap, lifting you up slightly relieving the pressure on his cock. “don't wanna cum like this..
“need you to touch me.. please..”
well..
sure you and him had made out before, but that was purely for "practice". and best friends help each other… right? i mean he’d do the same for you, if you asked nicely enough of course. so really. there should be nothing wrong with helping your beloved best friend get an orgasm stress relief while he was buried in exam prep.
after all, it was the right thing to do . . .
before you knew it you were besides him on the floor, knees folded underneath your weight, one hand pumping at his veiny cock, your other arm wrapped around his body pressing him flush against you.
“fuhh—fuck,” satoru whimpered, his hips rolling up to meet the base of you hand as you languidly stroked his angry cock. his precum dripping all over his shaft and trailing down your knuckles, pumping slowly; letting him savor every moment. more for him than you really.
the way he writhed as you pressed open mouth kisses against his nape, coming off with a small pop before nibbling at his lobe.. whining oh so pathetically everytime you whispered sweet nothings into his ear “y'so good for me ... you worked so hard toru.”
and quite frankly.. satoru gojo was a mess.
“this good enough toru?”
“y-yes! nghh— s'perfect, fuck–” he hiccuped, his eyes glued to his cock, noting how good it looked as he thrusting himself in an’ out between your closed fist. his abdomen clenched and unclenched with every thrust, practically drooling over the fact you couldn’t even fully wrap your hand around his veiny girth.
you were certain he wasn’t even aware of how loud he was being; his pathetic moans bouncing off the walls of his room, the way he kept writhing against you, cock angrily twitching in your palm. it was all too fucking good.
his hoodie had rolled up as he slumped down further to the floor, using your tits as a pillow as he lazily jerked up into your hand, chasing further friction, his toned abdomen and perky nipples on full display.
your arm hand wrapped around his waist as he leaned into you, trailing up his torso pinching and rolling the pink bud in between your fingers, making him cry out in pleasure, involuntary rolling his hips into your palm.
"p-please, s'too much—", it was all so overwhelming, the way your thumb rolled over the slit of his tip, blushing the prettiest shade of crimson and leaking every time you praised him. the lewd squelch every time you reached the base of his cock, the way your body pressed against his, your sweet smell assaulting his senses. it was all too much.
all satoru wanted was to be perfect for you, to get a taste of that small, sweet satisfaction that would come with his long awaited release.
he couldn’t think of anything else. all he could think of was how your pussy would feel around his cock instead. how your juices would drip down his shaft and all the way to his sack once he got to return the favor. the imagery itself was enough to make him cum right there.
“…wanna see you, n'taste you,” he pleaded. “please??”
and how could you say no? he was just so fucking sweet.
you let out a small huff of laughter, “sure you can..”
without hesitation, he lifted up your top, revealing your plush tits in a whim. his favorite cushions.
he laughed.
“no bra? that’s how you came to see me? so naughty..” he hummed, his normal cockiness returning for just a second, barely masking the heat in his cheeks.
“well! you weren't wearing any boxers..” you sputtered. he leaned in, the soft glide of his tongue over your nipple making you gasp before enveloping them completely in the warmth of his mouth. his other hand reaching up to massage the other, rolling your cute little bud between his slender fingers, all while squeezing the flesh of your tit.
whatever traces of cockiness he had left fully evaporated as your free hand brushed past his hardened nipple while your other hand picked up your strokes. his thick cock pulsing, his body further melting into you with each thwack: his groans getting louder and needier as his hips rolled up, like an animal in heat, desperate for release.
satoru swiped tongue his all around once more, his cute eyelids fluttering shut as he turned slightly on his hip to burry his face between your tits. a sorry attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure.
...
“satoru? are you crying?”
you felt wetness dance along your cleavage, right where he had his pretty face nuzzled between your tits. you paused your strokes, about to remove your hand, afraid you may have done something wrong. but he immediately shot up, squeezing your hand around his thick cock.
“no! d-don’t stop, m’just close s’all…”
he looked up at you teary eyed, his large hand covered yours and his thick cock completely. warm and firm, pressing you gently but insistently.
so he cries when he cums. noted.
you felt yourself clench around nothing, warmth pooling low in your stomach, a dizzying heat that left your pussy throbbing. saliva gathered at the corners of your mouth, your breath catching in shallow distracted gasps.
he looked so pretty like this. lips swollen from how kept biting down on them, tears dancing along his waterline, his white lashes fluttering up at you.
it was so fucking pathetic.
with a shallow whine, he began to stroke his dick with your hand like a fleshlight, his hand filling the area of his cock that you couldn’t reach.
“i… m’gonna cum,” he admitted, voice small and shaky, face burning, unable to stop himself. “pleaseplease—hah—.”
"m’gonna make you feel so good. y'can take it right, toru?" you whispered against his neck making him whine shamelessly as he followed your rhythm as you jerked him off, his large thumb rubbing sloppy little circles over his slit.
you picked up the pace of your strokes, whatever fluids that leaked out of his blushing tip when you first started, now dripping down tenfold. his own knuckles were covered in his own fluids, leaking down to his sack and onto the carpet. thick thighs splayed out, muscles contracting as he panted. he continued to writhe against you, your free hand pinning down his hips, or trying to.. his bright baby blues eyes squeezing shut.
“shit shit shit—”, with a few final pumps his body went taut, hips snapping up involuntarily, thick cock pulsing between your hand and his. how romantic.
a concerning—albeit sexy—amount of thick white rivulets spurting from his over sensitive tip, trailing down your knuckles and occasionally splattering against his clenched abdomen.
satoru panted softly, face flushed, lips parted as he tried to steady his breathing. damp strands of white hair clung to his forehead, his composure slipping in a way that felt almost unreal. his chest rose and fell unevenly, eyes glassy yet focused—trying to pull himself back together, but couldn’t quite manage it.
“so.. my hand or yours?” you chime, as if your hand still wasn’t wrapped around his cock, lazily stroking him, easing out his orgasm.
he let out a low him before scratching his head, as if he was actually thinking about it. but the two of you knew the real answer. he’d take any part of you over him anyday.
“my own. your strokes are too weak–”
with a roll of your eyes, you tightened your grip around his pulsing dick, swiping your thumb over his sensitive slit. “ungrateful.”
“haah— hah! alright, alright!” he whined, tugging your hand off before turning over, shielding his dick from you, still coming down from the high of his first orgasm in weeks.
“um, satoru? you do know your ass is out right.”
...
he snatched his pants back up above his waist with a huff, wincing as the fabric brushed against his blushing tip in the process.
he let out a breathy laugh, throwing his arm lazily over his face, “fuck you’re annoying…” though he didn’t mean it by any means..
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once he came down from his high, he helped clean up your hand. but he couldn’t help noticing the way you kept avoiding his gaze, your face still warm even as you continued to banter with him.
he huffed, pausing as he pressed the warm cloth against your skin. “i’m sorry…”
you blinked at him, then let out a small giggle. “for what, toru…? i was only helping—”
“nono.” he cut you off firmly, turning off the running water in the sink. a heavy silence lingering between the two of you as his eyes bored into yours.
“i…” he started, only for the words to catch in his throat. “fuck…” he rolled his eyes, then looked straight at you, this time with intent. “would’ve been nice to help you out, even a little.”
translation: satoru didn’t feel good about you walking away orgasm-free.
which was on par for someone with his reputation.
you felt the heat crawl back into your face as you realized what he was saying, hoping it didn’t show in your stare or the way your fingers trembled against his was faint trickles of warm water spilled over your hand as he pressed the wash cloth further into your skin without much thought.
“just let me know when you want me to return the favor. okay?”
you finally pressed your lips together, not even realizing they’d been parted the whole time. “o-okay toru.” internally facepalming at how quickly all your bravado seemed to disappear.
he let out a huff of breath he hadn’t meant to hold in. “good...” he yanked you closer by your hand, a small frown tugging at his mouth as a faint pout settled in, a poor attempt to come across as serious. “i mean it.”
you only nodded as he wiped your hand dry before wringing out the washcloth and hanging it over the sink.
his eyes lit up as he saw your confirmation, crinkling shut while his dimples poked through. “now. shoo shoo. i have to finish studying.”
what a dick.
and yet your chest still felt a too heavy... the idea of “returning the favor” left lingering in your head.
definitely closer than you’d like.
#⠀REPOST w a few ( many ) edits ׅ ۫ ୨꣒
pt 2 pt 2 pt 2 👀
୭ ˚ pairing ── soccer bf! g. satoru x cheerleader gf! reader
୭ ˚ summary ── the cheerleaders and the soccer team has one day, when they have practice at the same place and at the same time. you and satoru make use of the little water break.
୭ ˚ tags ── smut, female reader, plot what plot, college/high school au, sport au, established relationship, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, edging, teasing, multiple orgasm, semi-public sex, locker room sex
୭ ˚ wc ── 2.1k
“Alright girls, great job! Let’s have a quick water break.”
All the pom-poms were thrown at the ground within seconds, everyone rushing to their bottles and trying to find a free seat on a singular bench for the whole team. Stupid, right? The only one remaining on the field was you, looking at your coach with pleading eyes and the widest smile you could force on your face after practice.
“Ma’am, I really have to use the restroom.”
She gave you a deadpan, hands on the hips as she eyed you up skeptically. “You and the bathroom break again. Do you perhaps have kidney problems?”
“None that I know of,” you grinned back at her and she dismissed you with a disbelieving scoff.
You did, in fact, not have to pee.
“Hey,” you smiled at your boyfriend, Satoru, once you entered the locker room. He was leaning close to a mirror over the sinks, wet hair sticking to his forehead as he looked up at you. The affectionate glint in his bright blue eyes immediately returned upon seeing you, straightening up.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it, pretty,” he smiled down at you, shamelessly running his eyes over your quite revealing uniform. “Thought I might have to drag you outta there myself.”
“Don’t worry, no way I would miss this,” you smiled playfully, biting down on your lips in the way you knew it drove him crazy as you slowly closed the distance between you. He was wearing his signature blue jersey, the huge, white number “1” painted on the front drawing all eyes on him, the star player of the soccer team.
Well, let’s be real; no one gave a fuck about what number he wore. It was his toned chest and large biceps that captured everyone’s attention, the way his build made the shirt look small on him.
“Up here, sweetheart.” Satoru whispered, placing a firm hand under your jaw to tilt your head upwards, making you meet his face closely. His blown out pupils under his white lashes made you wet your lips, finding it unable to break eye contact.
“You know, I might be the lead dancer at your game,” you scooted closer proudly, wrapping your hands around his neck.
“Yeah?” He breathed against your skin, hands finding their way to your waist, holding you in place, while drawing small circles on the skin there.
“Yeah,” you smiled warmly at him, stroking his hair lightly. As you tugged on a few strands of his white hair, he inhaled sharply through his teeth, eyes now moving down to your lips.
“I’ll have trouble playing, if you’re going to move your ass in that skirt of yours,” he clicked his tongue, one hand sliding down from your waist to grab onto the flesh skin of your ass that your outfit failed to cover. You lightly smacked his head, rolling your eyes, unamused.
“Shut up.”
As soon as the words left your mouth, his lips crashed against yours, capturing them in a desperate kiss. You let out a small huff in surprise, but you quickly caught up to his tempo, lips messily moving together.
Satoru pulled you impossibly close, making you dizzy from how deep he kissed you, tongue slipping into your mouth. You could feel every firm muscles of his pressing against your body, as well as the growing bulge in his pants pressed into your stomach, making you heat up in arousal.
You smirked into the kiss, biting down on his lower lip, earning a whine from him.
In no time, your glittery outfit was thrown on the floor, followed by his own clothes.
Satoru Gojo is an impatient man, always was and always will be, but he always put your desire above his. That’s why the room was filled with your muffled moans with Satoru’s head deeply buried between your legs, sucking on your clit and placing wet stripes along your pussy to collect every one of your dripping pleasure.
“C’mon, baby, wanna hear you scream for me,” his voice was blunt as he continued to work to please you, two long fingers lining up at your entrance and pushing inside you without any resistance.
You felt out of your mind, with your thighs threatening to crush his head and lips bitten in to stop the sounds of satisfaction escaping your mouth. Not only one, but two fucking teams were out on the field with coaches, training their asses off and you couldn’t afford getting caught.
Your body was hypersensitive from the nearing orgasm as you pressed your eyes together, lost in the way his tongue and fingers worked in impeccable harmony.
“Fuck, ‘toru!” You sighed, breaths getting more desperate as you neared your climax. “Can’t— can’t let ‘em hear.”
“Oh?” He panted, raising his head to look at you with disbelieving eyes. The cozy warmth his head provided was gone and you felt the sudden coldness of the fresh air. You pressed your hips forward to urge him to go back, inaudible begs leaving your lips. But Satoru didn’t obey, both hands moving up to steady you down by your waist.
He leaned forward, forehead meeting with yours. “Are you ashamed, beautiful?”
“I don’t know,” you cried out, wiggling in his hold. Your brain still wasn’t able to form a proper thought and all you felt was the unpleasant sensation of him leaving you there, unfinished.
“Hey, talk to me, pretty. You don’t want ‘em to know about this?”
Without a second thought, you hummed quietly in response, pressing your body close to his.
“Doesn’t matter,” you whispered.
“I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he leaned down, brushing your sweaty face gently, like you were a precious artifact.
“Ughh, it’s fine, ‘ts fine.” You pouted, forehead crinkling upon dissatisfaction. “Finish, Satoruu.”
“Okay, baby, I got you.” He whispered, burying his face into the crook of your neck, while lifting you up in his hands effortlessly. Automatically locking your legs around his waist, you shifted until you aligned your pussy with his cock, them only being separated by your soaked underwears.
Shamelessly, you began to move your hips against him, clothed cunt dragging along his length, as soft pants left your lips. He hissed into your skin, beginning to plant messy kisses around as he grabbed your ass harder each time you grinded against him, body aching with arousal.
“Fuck, you sure are impatient.” He breathed out, sucking the sensitive spot under your jaw to earn a low moan from you, nails digging into his broad shoulders.
You were too deep in your ecstasy to form words and with a few harder strokes of your hips, you came with a cry. Your mouth was pressed together, barely holding in your satisfied sounds, as your juices ran down your thigh.
“There you’re, baby. S’good for me.”
Gojo switched to biting on the delicate skin around your neck and collarbone, which you were certain was going to leave a nasty mark. You couldn’t care less though, letting him move your hips down firmly to ride you through your waves of desire and to please himself as well. His hands became looser around your form and a loud cry left his lips as he came.
You were panting from exhaustion, burying your face in the crook of his neck. But even after his orgasm, he was unsatisfied.
He placed you down on the even surface between the sinks, stroking your back as he planted a few kisses in your hair.
“Baby, fuck— I really want to hear’ya. Will my cock be enough? To lemme hear those beautiful noises?” He leaned close to your ear, whispering in low tone as you whined, brain still fogged with pleasure. To be honest, it took a lot from you to even comprehend his question.
“Answer me, pretty.”
“Yes,” you breathed weakly, closing your eyes. Your rational thoughts have completely abandoned you, when you first stepped inside the locker room and that was a perfect excuse. It was about your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo.
No more words were needed. Your panties disappeared within seconds and he kicked his underwear down impatiently. Satoru placed a hand to your cheek, caressing it softly, while inviting your lips into a much slower, but just as intimate kiss. His completely naked body embraced yours, hugging and grasping into each other’s skin.
Leaning back against the cold wall, you dragged your nails along the fine line of his jaw, stopping just behind his ear, pressing down firmly. You knew all the spots on his body that could make him whine and shake around you and that’s exactly what happened.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he sighed, running his hands down on you and placing multiple kisses along face. You chuckled fondly, caressing his hair and shoulders, the latter already decorated with a few scratches from not so long ago. His sole finger ran down on your stomach, making the hair on your skin stand up as you obediently parted your legs, ready to take him in.
He groaned as he stared at your exposed pussy, slick in arousal, wetting his lips in lust as he took his cock into his hand, stroking it firmly a few times. He navigated is cock around your entrance to collect all your juices, mixing with the precum on his tip. You moaned quietly, tilting your head back.
“Still can’t hear ya, baby.” He murmured, running his fingers down on your inner thigh, drawing desperate whines from your mouth, your stomach burning in arousal. “Do you want me to fill you? Say it, beautiful, do you?”
“Yea,” you breathed, hips already inching forward to finally feel him pulsing inside your soft walls, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. You squirmed, aligning his tip to your clit and pressing yourself closer. “I promise, I— I won’t hold back.”
Satoru’s hands grabbed the tender skin just at the end of your thigh, making you squirm under his firm grip. “Really, baby?”
“Please, ‘toru!” You cried out and he placed your legs around his hips, bringing you closer by grasping hardly at your waist. As his tip slid inside you, your eyes rolled back and lips parted, whining messily. Your arms tightened around his neck, something to anchor you to reality.
“Now that’s what I want to hear.” He smirked, slamming inside you with absolutely no warning, making you let out a desperate moan deep from your throat. His cock was huge and you felt your walls stretching to their limits take him all in.
“You feel so good,” you breathed, legs trembling around his waist as he slowly began to slide in and out. Your head was spinning from the previous orgasms and the new sense of desire, gasping into his hair as he started to speed up, grabbing your ass and moving your body to meet his own, firm thrusts.
“God,” he whined, ragged breaths matching his pace as the atmosphere was filled with the sound of skin clapping. His cock finally hit the perfect spot, curving up just the right way and you couldn’t help but scream out, nails digging into his back.
“That’s my girl, you’re doing so great.” He placed kisses along your throat as he continued to keep hitting the place, earning an euphoric cry from you.
You could feel the bigger veins popping out of his dick inside you because of the way your walls were squeezing him so tightly. Your abdomen was thick with arousal and the way he moved your ass in sync with his pace made you feel paralysed.
“I’m sure everyone can hear us now, pretty. Let’em know you’re mine.”
The moaning mess you became in his firm hold was pathetic, the way all of this was probably heard from miles away was pathetic, but you didn’t find it in yourself to give a shit.
“I’m so close,” you groaned, body shaking uncontrollably, pussy squeezing hard on his cock. He increased his pace with a groan, slamming balls-deep into your wet pussy, earning loud cries and screams from you. No longer than seconds later, you came with a massive jolt of your body, whining in pleasure.
“Me too, baby, me too.”
Satoru must have held himself back, because he came just after you, muscles tensing and eyes rolling back. His cock twitched aggressively inside of you, his cum filling you as you rode both of your highs out, trying to catch your breath and get yourself together.
“Everything alright?” Satoru asked softly, scooping your limp body in his arms, holding you in one place, gently brushing the sweaty strands of hair out of your face.
You didn’t answer, just pulled him closer, tenderly fixing his hair and caressing his face.
As long as he is here, wearing his stupid, smug smile and treating like his number 1 priority, choosing you over practices and friends, everything will be alright.
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