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hiiiii, i’m ky!

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currently writing: primarily jjk (lots of gojo), almost exclusively smut, oneshots, fem! reader x character

will not write: non-con, incest, character x character, oc x character, scat, age-play, absolute immorality

wip: fluff, masc! reader x character, darker themes

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tease!suguru and his interesting fondness of spanking

contains: spanking (obvi), gentle masochism/sadism, slight dacryphilia, teasing, suguru is so mean!, afab reader

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*smack!*

one sweet strike, then another. and then one more for good measure. that was all that suguru had promised. however, every time he watched the supple fat of your ass shake as his palm struck it, it became harder and harder for him to stop.

it started innocently enough, you supposed. occasionally, when you’d brush past suguru in the kitchen, he’d offer your ass a gentle love tap. or when the two of you were in public shopping, he’d cop a feel in the cramped dressing room as you’d model your new outfit. of course you didn’t mind the attention: it made you feel desired, irresistible even.

you were however, at a crossroads with the sudden invitation of pain into your sacred realm of pleasure.

*smack!*

“how you holding up baby? too much?” suguru’s voice was as smooth as honey. his sweet, rich tone was the spoonful of sugar that helped you cope with the bitterness of medicine. or in this case, your poor, throbbing ass. you were in a terribly compromising position at the moment. you lay, face down and bent over your lover’s knees, swollen ass arched in the air. the obscenity of this pose was enough to flush your face with heat. shame on you.

you whimpered something inaudible, a crude attempt at showing your approval to continue, but suguru understood you. he always could. with that, his dense palm landed another loud *smack!* to your rear. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting. warm, fresh pain enveloped your flesh, but never for long. suguru was sure to soothe your tender skin with gentle caresses before quickly landing another slap to the same poor spot.

if there was anything that you’d learned about your partner over time, it was that getou was a complex man. he was methodical and refined and gentle. what you were just realizing, however, was that he was cruel.

suguru getou is so fucking cruel.

with every whimper that escaped from your drooling lips, suguru could feel his body temperature rise. he absolutely loved the way your body writhed in pain against his. he wished he could drink your sweet tears that were soaking his pant leg. blood rushed to his aching cock as arousal soaked the thin fabric of his boxers. he loved this so much. maybe a little bit too much.

suguru shifted slightly on the edge of your shared bed, causing you to flinch instinctively as you braced for impact. this greatly amused the noiret, of course.

“easy, baby, easy,” he giggled. “if i was gonna spank you again, it’d probably be more like this:”

*smack!*

“fuck!” you yelped, twitching underneath him from the sudden sensation. the once warm pain has since turned white-hot, sending an irritatingly pleasant tingle throughout your body. your core tensed, overwhelming arousal rendering you absolutely defenseless. pain was never a recurring character in the bedroom for you two, so why were you enjoying this so much? just why was your pussy dripping with each echoing slap?

before you could find the answer, suguru was gently turning you on your back, causing you two to be face-to-face. he softly wiped away the crystal droplets adorning your waterline. leaning down, he placed a tender kiss to your bitten lips. he was almost ethereal with the way his silky black hair framed his pale face. the look in his eyes was nothing short of pure adoration. maybe you were coming down from you endorphin induced high, because a sudden wave of emotions crashed into you at full speed. euphoria, arousal, love…

“you did so good, honey. ready for more?”

…fear.

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oh my gosh does ANYBODY know the author of that one cult leader suguru head cannon post? it was something about him fucking you in front of the entire cult or something but it was SO good and i can’t find it anymore </3

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CollegeStudent!satoru continued!

“well, you look…comfortable.”

hilariously, you were anything but.

what you had presumed to be your typical, flirty college-fling turned out to be more of a ‘classmates with benefits’ sort of situation. it was simple, really: you helped him with assignments, he came around whenever you wanted to fuck, easy peasy. you both enjoyed each other’s company and the occasional exchange of goods was just an added bonus.

so naturally, you were now in satoru’s apartment, ‘helping him’ with his painting midterm. kneeling on his couch, completely nude.

well, maybe not completely. your shoulders were gently wrapped in a silk sheet, navy blue in hue. luxurious fabric gracefully draped over your arms, your thighs, your breasts; leaving just enough of your smooth skin exposed.

satoru languidly made his way towards a small stool positioned across from you, accompanied by a tall easel. he flashed you a sharp grin as he took his seat. he was a habitual manspreader, of course. how crude.

“very funny, satoru. i’ll think about that the next time i need a nude model,” you snapped at him.

“awh, what can i say?” his pretty, pink lips upturned in a sly smile. “you’re just too pretty, sweetheart. you don’t mind, yeah?” satoru reached towards a small side table which held his various supplies. he carefully selected a brush from a jar of many, and began mixing colors on his palette. you could do little but click your tongue in a disapproving tsk.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying this at least a little bit. there was something about being so vulnerable with him that truly ignited your core. he was right, you didn’t mind being his model. you shifted slightly, warm leather of the couch sticking to your bare skin. “is this okay?” you inquired about your current pose. you arms were down at your sides, fingers gently resting on the edge of the seat.

“hmm..” satoru leaned forward, tapping the end of his paintbrush against his cheek before tucking it behind his ear. “i like it, but let’s try something different.” he rose from his seat and walked over to you, kneeling so that he’s just barely below eye-level. after much close examination, his spidery fingers began to move. he meticulously placed your hands atop your thighs, adjusting your arms in small places until the positioning was perfect. his touch is electrifying- it felt as though he was zapping your skin with every delicate brush of his fingers. “juuustt like this.”

bright blue irises stared up at you intensely. satoru batted his icy lashes at you in feigned contemplation. “you know, why don’t we just get this painting done another time? i have better plans for right now..” he drifted, making his overwhelming lust for you painfully obvious.

“oh satoru, is that all i’m good for? i thought i was your muse!” you pretended to be oh-so hurt, bringing your hand up to your face like a classic damsel in distress. truthfully, you had half a mind to shove your lips onto his right then and there. you had a feeling your meeting would end this way; they usually do. not that you minded, of course.

“don’t play dumb, sweetheart. you know i can’t resist you, not when you look like this.” satoru was rising to your level now, slotting himself in between the gap of your thighs. you acted fast, scooting backwards on the couch to make room for the man looming over you. soft lips hungrily pressed themselves against yours in a heated kiss. his pale fingers traced the curvature of your jawline, tilting your head upwards to meet him better. the essence of his tongue melded into yours - he always tasted like spearmint.

satoru pressed his clothed knee against your exposed core, causing you to writhe from the friction. he smeared your slick all over with no regard for the fabric. eager hands moved down from your neck to your tits, your stomach, and even further to your puffy clit. satoru drew long, teasing circles across the bundle of nerves before pressing down, hard.

“fuck! s-satoru,” you moaned. your back arched against the couch, blue silk falling off of your shoulders. your essence was practically dripping out now, pathetically staining the leather underneath you.

“you like that, baby? more?” he teased. as cruel as satoru tended to be in bed, he was always more than happy to oblige your requests; as long as you asked nicely, that is.

“more! please!” you nodded deliriously. he gently inserted two long, slender digits into your drooling pussy, pumping ever so slightly. satoru grinned devilishly at the sight, sharp canines on sickening display. truth is, he was so obsessed with you. he was obsessed with the way you squirmed at his touch. obsessed with the way you moaned his name. obsessed with the way your greedy pussy took whatever he gave you. you had him wrapped around your little finger and you didn’t even know it. he excitedly quickened his movements - fingers curling upwards to rub against the soft walls of your cunt. “p-please satoru, don’t stop,” you pleaded. but when has satoru ever listened to you?

satoru quickly pulled his fingers out before snaking his pink tongue out to taste them - to taste you. you whimpered at the loss of contact, but at least he was putting on a show. he maintained eye contact with you, making sure to moan and such as dramatically as possible.

“god, you look like a pornstar,” you chided.

“great! that’s what i was going for. y’know if this whole college thing doesn’t work out, i think i know my calling..” he remarked, smirking. you’d had enough of the jokes by now. rolling your eyes, you reached for the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down, along with his boxers. his achingly hard cock sprang against his abdomen, rubbing against the fabric of his t-shirt. “weren’t you ever taught to wait your turn? where are your manners?” he chuckled, surprised at your boldness.

“just shut up and fuck me already, satoru.”

“as you wish, baby.” the two of you shifted on the couch, with you lying flat and him kneeling over you. you were ready, waiting, desperate. he teased your entrance with his weeping cock. he tapped his angry red tip against your clit over and over, your body jolting in response. his hot length pressed past your slippery entrance. you squirmed, gasping at the fullness of your stretched cunt. “i know, sweetheart. i know.” satoru cooed condescendingly. even after your many hookups, satoru’s cock was still a sheer force to be reckoned with.

you pawed at his linen t-shirt, pushing it up to expose his toned abdomen. sometimes, you could swear his porcelain skin would glow under the lights. the angelic gleam of his soft flesh starkly contrasted the way he was fucking you right now: rough and deep and sadistic. his hips snapped sharply against the plush of your thighs, a lewd slapping noise hanging in the air. every deep thrust of his cock sent you closer over the edge.

satoru was nearly whimpering now, “god, you look so pretty like this. you know that, don’t you? say it. say it and i’ll let you cum.”

your cheeks instantly flushed at his words. you weren’t used to speaking of yourself in such a high regard. you really wanted to cum, though.

“i’m..i’m so pretty..” you winced. “satoru, please.”

“fuck yeah, you are. so pretty taking my cock. cum for me, sweetheart.” your poor, abused cunt gushed at his words. there was something about his boyish vocal tone that made his filthy language that much dirtier. he was fucking you in earnest now; too-hard cock fervently burying itself in your warmth. the deeper he went, the more unraveled he became. satoru’s moans soon morphed into needy, broken whines. he was babbling something along the lines of, “you feel so good, baby. s’fuckin’ good, fuck!”

his frenzied speech grew fainter and fainter as your orgasm began to approach. white-hot pleasure washed over your whole body, jaw falling slack. your soft walls had satoru in a vice-grip as your release ripped through you. tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall with even the slightest stimulation. satoru considered taking a mental snapshot of this moment and painting it, instead. you’d made a total mess of the area around you; your inners thighs glistened with your essence and satoru’s alike. the scene was filthy and utterly debauched - perfect.

once your labored gasps steadied into soft pants, satoru began to move again. he was gentler now, only rocking his hips at a moderate pace to reach his own orgasm. he whispered soft praises in your ears to compensate for the overstimulation.

“you’re doing so well for me, angel.”

“almost there, sweetheart.”

anything to ease your fucked-out nerves. when he finally did cum, though, it was utter euphoria. his hips stuttered and his eyes squeezed shut. he threw his head back between his shoulders, silvery tresses swaying in tandem. you’d later tease him about all of the lewd noises he makes in bed. secret is, satoru gojo moans like a girl. a beautiful coral hue spread over the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. his hips eventually slowed to a halt, before he pulled out of you entirely.

his tone was much kinder now, “you alright? can I get you anything?”

you only lazily shook your head, “i’m fine, satoru. thank you. i think i’ll just lie here for a bit, yeah?” truthfully, it would have been difficult to do anything else. your sweaty skin was practically glued to the leather upholstery and you were experiencing that blissed-out relaxation you always felt after a good fuck. he understood.

satoru simply nodded, grabbed the blue silk sheet from the side of the couch, and draped it over you once again.

“you really do look comfortable, now.”

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thinking about…

CollegeStudent!satoru in your intro to painting class, nothing but amiable smiles and snowy hair. flushed cheeks and toned arms. aquatic eyes and cream skin. pretty as a picture.

he always sits in the row in front of you, occasionally turning back to persuade you into giving him yesterday's lecture notes. which you always obliged. you'd often look down at him during class to find him lazily drafting sketches: eyes and hands were his favorite. rarely did he pay attention to anything your professor was saying.

"whaddya think of this?" he'd grin, shoving his sketchbook in front of your laptop where you were actually doing work. his drawings always looked a bit ragged and sharp, clashing with his own stylish appearance. despite this, they were cohesive in their own respect.

"beautiful," you'd laugh back, and he beamed at your praise. this went on for a while: light conversation and bashful giggles and fleeting glances. all of which evolved into closing distance and ghostly touches; graphite-smudged fingers softly traced against yours, sending jolts of arousal across your skin. presumably, one thing led to another:

“satoru, you’re gonna break something, fuck!” you whined, sprawled out over one of the tables in the campus art studio. you made sure to keep your arms away from any of the precious painting supplies surrounding you. meticulous hands gripped the plush of your thighs, holding them steady around his waist.

“don’t worry sweetheart, i’ll be real careful,” satoru winked as he snapped his hips even faster. asshole.

how or why were you fucking your classmate in the art studio after hours? you had no idea, nor did you care. the fullness of his cock inside of you was enough to forget about most things, the logic of this situation included. the coolness of the laminate table rivaled the scorch of your skin, coating the surface in a thin dew.

a whimper escaped your parted lips as satoru continued pounding your cunt viciously. slick pooled onto the table, much to his amusement. “you’re making such a mess, baby. how unbecoming of you,” he teased. his tone was so sickeningly sweet, sharply contradicting the condescension of his words.

all you could offer was another lewd moan, knuckles turning white as they clutched the edge of the table for dear life. satoru’s cock was ruthless and unforgiving. your pliant hole fluttered around him as his tip nearly kissed your cervix over, and over. your sweater was pulled over your chest, letting your tits bounce with every cruel stroke. the sight was nothing if not a masterpiece.

“please, mmh! s-satoru, fuck!” you attempted fruitlessly to warn him of your impending orgasm. white-hot pleasure rendered you absolutely weak. satoru’s gorgeous face twisted into a malicious grin.

“please what, sweet thing? use your words.” the chime of satoru’s voice was nearly drowned out by the sound of your wet cunt swallowing his cock whole. your vision blurred, eyes watering from the overwhelming pleasure. your sight zeroed in on the outline of this white-headed angel demon before you, as if he was some heavenly body.

“please s’toru- gonna cum- don’t stop pleasepleaseplease”

he chuckled and leaned closer to you, licking long, wet stripes up your neck. his lips grazed the shell of your ear, “cum.”

and so you did. you mewled against his shoulder as your orgasm ripped through you. you cried and moaned and thanked him, thanked him for being so good to you. you thanked him for fucking you like he loved you. like he knew you.

before you knew it, satoru’s orgasm followed closely behind. he was all desperate whimpers and whines and profanities; his porcelain complexion adorned with bright pink splotches. his toned chest heaved slightly as he caught his breath.

soon enough, you were both decent again. you sanitized the table with supplies you found in a nearby closet while satoru sorted your belongings. he handed you your bag and began heading for the door. before he left, he turned to you,

“wanna come over soon? help me study my anatomy?”

pt.2

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nightcap - s. gojo

summary: you’re going through the worst breakup of your life and need something to take the edge off. lucky for you, a certain blue-eyed bartender is here to save the day! (kind of)

contains: bartender! gojo x fem reader, fingering, car sex, post-breakup, alcohol

word count: 3,181

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a shitty dive bar is really not where you thought you'd be spending your saturday night, yet here you were. it was a depressing sight to say the least, but your hand had been seriously forced; your boyfriend of a year had just dumped you after what felt like the most intense argument of your life. your relationship had been rocky for the past couple months, but this was the nail in the coffin. you couldn't help but replay the fight in your head over and over again - the screaming, the crying, the name calling - normally you would be able to handle it, but tonight it was all too much.

you needed an escape.

so, yes, dive bar it was.

you were a bit intimidated by the outside of bar, the solid glass door was littered in stickers and graffiti, and the barred windows were less than inviting. you didn't frequent these kinds of places, after all, you were never the drinking type. nevertheless, you mustered up what bit of dignity you had left and swung the entrance open. the place was dim, solely illuminated by a red neon haze. it was quieter than you'd expected, too. there was a slight chatter amongst the patrons as raunchy music faintly played overhead. the lyrics made it hard to focus on your intended sulking, but at least they distracted you a bit.

you timidly found your way to the bar attempting to blend in as much as possible. as you awkwardly maneuvered yourself onto the too-small stool at the bar, you caught a glimpse of the only bartender working that night. he was tall, more so than most of the guys you see around tokyo. his snowy white hair had that 'effortlessly disheveled' look to it, seemingly glowing under the lighting. he was polishing some glasses when you sat down, his slender back facing you. nervous thoughts raced through your head while you tried to decide whether or not you should get his attention.

suddenly, a smooth voice interrupted, "what'll it be, sweetheart?"

the man languidly turned to face you and leaned closer to the counter. "pick your poison," he ushered, making a sweeping motion towards the bottles of liquor in front of him.

you laughed nervously, partially because you were unprepared for his sudden approach, and partially because there was something so captivating about him. his presence exuded confidence somehow. he was peering over black sunglasses to look down at you as if he was sizing you up. you felt like his blue eyes were scanning every inch of you. now that you were really looking at him, he was very handsome.

"i'm not really sure," you replied. "what do you suggest?"

he leaned backwards with his finger on his chin, feigning deep thought. as though he had a great suggestion for you he happily answered, " i actually wouldn't know, drinking's not really my style," which was followed by a carefree shrug. "buuuut.." he started, "if you're looking for somethin' sweet, i think i've got something in mind."

you nodded in agreement, relieved to have decided on a drink and excited to finally get some alcohol in your system. while the bartender moved to start your drink, he started a conversation.

"so, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a dump like this?" he asked.

"nothing much. i just thought i should get out for the night," you tried convincing.

"and you just so happened to end up here? you're a terrible liar," he smirked. you gave a weak smile and averted your eyes from his gaze. the momentary silence was filled by the sound of his shaker mixing your drink. he poured the colorful liquid in a martini glass, careful not to spill a single drop, and coolly slid it towards you.

for some odd reason, you felt inclined to be honest with him. "my boyfriend broke up with me," you blurted. admittedly, being so forward with a stranger made you a little embarrassed. saying the words out loud stung a bit, but you fought off your eyes' attempt at release by looking downwards. you took a sip of your cocktail, hoping the effects of the alcohol would kick in sooner, rather than later.

fuckfuckfuckthisissoembarassingfuck

”is he blind?” he asked. you looked up to meet him and were surprised at his deadpan expression. his eyebrows were upturned inquisitively. there was no humor in the question, as though he was genuinely confused.

“what?”

“i asked if he was blind. i mean, he must be to hurt someone like you,” he reassured. his sharp features seemed to soften in that moment, like he truly cared about you. his crystalline stare was burning a hole right through your heart. why was a stranger making you feel so fucking vulnerable?

before your brain could protest, hot tears began to well in the corner of your eyes. a humiliating heat washed over your face, leaving you absolutely defenseless. this was a new low. crying to your bartender was officially rock bottom. "i don't, um-" you stuttered.

he pressed his cold hand against your flushed cheek. the difference in temperature was relieving, like using a cold pack to alleviate a fever. his pale skin was ethereal, almost angel-like. you were surprised at the cleanliness of his hands, too. there wasn't a single scrape or callous on his slender fingers. he swiped at your tears with his thumb, using his hand to tilt your head upwards. "you don't want to be alone tonight, do you?" he examined. defeated, you shook your head weakly, much to his amusement. "my shift ends at one, stay here until then. i'll walk you to your car afterwards, 'kay?" he spoke in an almost flirtatious manner, shooting you playful winks here and there. his charm was unlike that of anyone you'd ever met before.

you could not wrap your head around this situation. confusion was all you could feel. you were confused as to why you decided to relieve your stress at a bar, anyway. confused as to what let you get to this point. confused as to why this handsome bartender was consoling you through a breakup. especially confused as to why you liked it.

whatever, you thought. there's no turning back now.

you waited out those few hours until the bar closed, watching as people came and went, came and went. you ordered sodas to keep yourself entertained (and sober). every now and then, the snow-haired man would shoot you a comforting little half-smile to remind you that he was there. strangely, it really did feel good to have someone care about you. or at least pretend to. eventually, all of the people shuffled out of the bar, leaving you and your new bartender friend alone. he turned off all of the neon signs in the bar and flicked on the fluorescent overhead lighting. your eyes burned a bit, struggling to adjust to the sudden shift in brightness. the man's cheery voice broke through your moment of daze again.

"you still with me, princess?" he teased. the new lighting made it easier to really take in his features. you had originally thought that the previous dimness might have been enhancing his looks, but you were wrong. he truly was handsome. his black button-down was rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his toned forearms. your eyes traced along the veins of his arms, down to his skillful hands. how many seconds had you spent doing this? you weren't sure. you didn't even realize it until his voice dragged you back to reality yet again.

"hellloooo?" he chimed as he waved his hand in front of your face. "doin' alright?"

"i'm fine, sorry!" you assured him. totally not checking you out if that's what you think, haha!

"checkin' me out, huh?" he was smirking at you now, watching as a red stain crept upon your cheeks.

"n-no, it wasn't like that! i'm really sorry i didn't mean to come off as-"

"relax, darling. i'm just teasing you," he chuckled. "you ready to get out of here? i just need to lock up and we're free to go."

"oh! yes, i'm ready!" you got up from the uncomfortable stool and stretched a bit as the bartender grabbed a ring of keys off of a hook on the wall. you walked towards the front door and waited there for him while he finished his nightly duties. he double-checked the back of the bar, ensuring everything was properly locked up. he was whistling a little tune as he did so, earning a small smile of endearment from you. once finished, he met you at the door, holding it open for you as you stepped out. he followed closely behind, using one of the many keys to give the doors a final lock.

it was an awfully chilly november night. you tucked your hands inside of your pockets attempting to maintain your warmth. the man next to you seemed generally unfazed, though the tips of his ears and nose started the turn a blushy shade. there was no noise outside, other than the sounds of your shoes against the pavement and the gentle humming of a song still coming from your bartender friend. the two of you finally approached your car and you leaned against the passenger door.

"hey," you started, "i've been meaning to ask you. what's your name, anyway?"

he chuckled softly, turning to face you. "satoru gojo. but you can call me satoru." he cocked his head to the side now, staring at you with a slight smile.

"okay, satoru," the way he was looking at you made you nervous, and you weren't sure if it was the alcohol clouding your judgment but you managed to ask, "do you want to hang out in my car or something? get to...know each other?" you had no idea why you asked that and braced for the worst.

"sure, why not?" said satoru. he walked towards you with a sly smirk, barely brushing past you to open your passenger door. you moved out of his way, flustered, and walked around the car to your driver's seat. you got in and quickly turned the heater on in an attempt to combat the chill. satoru reclined in his seat before running his hand along your center console. "nice car, these things are a little pricey, eh?"

you laughed, "thanks, i'd always wanted one of these since i was a teen, so i saved up for a couple years." you wondered what kind of car he drove, though you didn't see any other cars in the lot. probably something foreign, probably expensive. you didn't bother to ask. "so, uh, what kind of music do you like to listen to?" you tried filling the space.

"hmm, anything really," satoru answered nonchalantly. he leaned forward, fiddling with your radio controls until he found something he was satisfied with. he ultimately landed on an r&b station, a sultry song playing at that moment. for some reason, this particular song reminded you of your ex. you'd been thinking about him all night, but everytime you looked at satoru, it was like he never existed. you were sad, sure, but satoru's charm was truly an adequate distraction.

the moon shone brightly onto the two of you, seemingly making satoru's blue eyes glow. it was also drawing attention to a certain pendant around your neck. you shifted in your seat, facing satoru, only to find that he was already looking at you. "what?" you asked, confused as to why he was staring.

"you're beautiful," satoru answered directly. "that's a pretty necklace you're wearing, too." you were startled by the sudden compliment, though your heart sank a bit in your chest at his words. the necklace you were wearing tonight was the one your ex gave you for your one-year anniversary. everything had moved so fast earlier today you had forgotten to take it off.

"my ex gave me this," you said pathetically. you instinctively looked down again, avoiding eye contact. you heard a small "oh" from satoru, and before you knew it, a gentle hand was undoing the clasp on your necklace. his boldness had been shocking you all night, and this moment was no exception. the tension in the air was thick enough to stall your breathing. he pushed the passenger ajar and slipped the pendant out onto the pavement before shutting it again. his movements were always executed with such coolness it was almost baffling.

"it was distracting me anyway," he laughed smoothly. and that's when you lost your grip.

you kissed him.

you grabbed either side of his face in your hands and kissed him passionately, like you wanted to suffocate in him. satoru didn't miss a beat. feverish hands ran themselves along the curves of your hips, kissing you back with just as much need. your heart was beating out of your chest. you felt like time had stopped completely; and maybe it did. who knows? who cares? all you knew was that you were making out with satoru gojo and it felt amazing. his lips were soft and silky against yours, his tongue filling your mouth with the essence of spearmint. soft sighs hung in the air like mist, clouding the two of you in pleasure. with much reluctance, you pulled your lips away from his.

"i-is this okay? are you comfortable?" you asked shakily. your body was leaning over the center console, trying desperately to close the gap between you two. as much as you hated it, you had to admit that you felt a little bit guilty. a tiny bit. it made you wonder what your ex was doing at this very moment. not making out with a hot bartender in his car, that's for sure.

satoru softly traced his fingers along your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. "if you're okay, i'm okay," he smirked. "just tell me when to stop."

"i don't want you to, please?" the words left your mouth before you even had time to think. until now, you hadn't even noticed the increasing warmth building in your core, desperate for stimulation. you were tense and aroused and he was just so fucking handsome. as though you were a woman possessed, you shifted your body over the console, joining satoru in the passenger seat. you were straddling him, thighs spread lewdly apart. you didn't have time to be embarrassed, you just needed him, and fast.

"loud and clear, sweetheart" he whispered salaciously. his hand guided your head down towards him as he kissed you so eagerly. you loved breathing in his scent; he smelled expensive and dangerous, like no one you'd ever met before. his free hand explored your curves, favoring the plush of your ass before finding its way to unbuttoning your jeans. you wasted no time in freeing yourself from the denim, letting your pants fall on the floor of the car. "are you sure you want this? positive?" he asked again. you were touched that he was being so considerate.

"i'm positive," you reassured him with a confident nod. with that, he took a moment to admire your lower half.

"nice panties" he teased. your cheeks grew hot at the comment and you couldn't help but giggle. he looked up at you with lustful eyes, hooked a finger into the waist of your panties, and snapped the band against your hip, causing you to let out a soft squeal. his long fingers moved downwards, softly brushing along the wet spot on your panties. you shuddered at the ghostly touch and unconsciously started grinding your sex against his fingers. strong hands soon stilled your hips. "easy girl," satoru cooed. "let's take our time, 'kay?" you'd only known him for a couple hours, but you were starting to think that satoru was definitely the teasing type.

satoru lifted up your top, exposing your soft stomach. he maintained eye contact with you while he licked tormenting stripes across the sensitive skin. he nipped and sucked, leaving small purple marks in his wake. it was as though he had perfected his method of stimulating you just enough to arouse you yet not enough to reach your climax. finally, as if it were for some divine intervention, satoru slipped his hand into your panties, fingers lazily rubbing against your slick folds. he used his thumb to swipe loose circles across your clit. you were whimpering desperately now, trembling hands resting on satoru's shoulders.

satoru gojo was many things: a tease was one of them, and impatient was another. it was this impatience that drew him to the conclusion that you were properly aroused, which led him to insert two of his long digits inside of you at once. you whined at the sensation, earning a satisfied hum from the man. he was undeniably skilled with his fingers, he’d alternate between scissoring them open and curling them upwards, both of which drove you crazy. the temperature in the car continued to rise, much like the fire in your core. fog clouded the windows like a scene from an erotic movie, and you were sure the car could have been seen rocking slightly. but you didn’t care. all of your attention was focused on the feeling of satoru gojo’s fingers inside of your wet cunt. you threw your head back and moaned his name like your life depended on it and in turn, he would whisper sweet little “i know, baby”’s and “you’re almost there, good girl.”

when your eyes finally met again, the look he gave you was enough to send you over the edge. all of the initial softness dissipated, leaving only pure, unadulterated hunger in his gaze. the bright blue of his irises looked almost navy with lust. “satoru, fuck- i’m-“ you choked. he simply cooed you through your release, slowing the tempo of his fingers once you started to shake from the overstimulation. he then pulled out of you and helped you out your jeans back on, (not before licking your essence off of his fingers, of course). and soon enough, the both of you were prim and proper; as though nothing had ever happened, returned to your respective seats.

“um, thank you for…that. i really enjoyed it,” you murmured weakly. you looked to him, only to find that he looked as relaxed and indifferent as usual.

“don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he smiled. “i’m glad i could relieve some of your stress.” satoru calmly opened the passenger door and was halfway out when you interrupted:

”don’t you want a ride home?”

“nah, i’ve got it covered. get home safe, ‘kay?” he winked one last time as he closed the car door. you watched him from the window as he walked off into the darkness. you blinked and he was gone, just like that.

dazed and confused, you gathered yourself together and began the drive home. you recalled this night over and over again for the next couple days, which is when you realized:

he never asked you your name.

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author’s notes: this is my first fic since like, 2021 so i hope you guys enjoy!! emotionally inconsistent gojo is my favorite