With the release of JJK chapter 236, many people are shocked, confused and outraged at his characterisation at the end of his run in the manga. There are claims of character assassination, of blatant disregard for everything he has done so far, of telling instead of showing. The portrayal of Gojo as someone whose primary motivation was strength has left multitudes of fans reeling.
Nanami states that Gojo’s reason for wielding jujutsu was not his own survival, nor the protection of others, but rather in pursuit of wanton satisfaction. Gojo does not deny this and neither can we. After all, in chapter 233 it was stated by the narrator that as the possibility of defeat crossed Gojo’s mind, an intense feeling of satisfaction bubbled up in him as well. The truth is, Gojo loves jujutsu. He loves his own strength. He loves to use it, to show it off, to flex. He revels in his own power.
Gojo enjoys being The Strongest.
However, he doesn’t enjoy being The Strongest, alone.
The contradiction in Gojo is that, much like Sukuna, he sees himself as More Than. They are beyond humans, beyond curses, beyond anything of this world. They exist in a realm of their own. Make no mistake, Gojo harbours great affection for those around him. He says as much in 236 (みんな大好きさ寂しくはなかった - I really liked everyone and I wasn’t lonely). But he also admits that there was a separation between himself and other other living creatures. This phrasing is crucial. Gojo is effectively admitting here that from his perspective, other humans are as different from him as any other creature of this world. He doesn’t even really consider them to be the same species. This is further reinforced through his analogy of flowers. He states that you can admire a flower and make it bloom, but you don’t wish to be understood by it. Gojo cares for those around him and he cultivated his students to help them blossom, to achieve their potential, but they were flowers to him. They were inferior beings, incapable of understanding his superior existence, and so why should he open himself up to them? Shoko mentally chastises him for this in chapter 220, pointing out that she was right there alongside him even with the loss of Geto, that all his talk of being alone was idiotic because she was there and he could’ve relied on her. But he didn’t because in his mind, Shoko, like everyone else, is inferior and incapable of understanding him. To him, it is pointless to try.
But where Gojo differs significantly from Sukuna, is that Gojo desperately wants to be understood.
Gojo is so painfully human in that way. Perhaps he wouldn’t be, had he never known Geto. But he did know him, and for those 3 years, Gojo knew companionship. He felt understood by Geto because Geto, being equally The Strongest, was capable of understanding Gojo, in Gojo’s own mind. When Geto defected, he called Gojo arrogant in his own strength for saying killing all non-sorcerers would be impossible for Geto and attempting the impossible was pointless, when such a task would not be impossible for Gojo himself. He asks of Gojo, “are you the strongest because you’re Gojo Satoru, or are you Gojo Satoru because you’re the strongest?”. This exchange, unfortunately causes Gojo to misunderstand Geto’s reason for defecting, or at least to oversimplify it. Gojo’s takeaway is that the issue was in Geto’s inability to keep pace with him. This would further solidify his belief that he exists apart from all of humanity. Yet he could not make peace with that. He mourned Geto’s departure and disliked his newfound loneliness (which, mind you, was only the case because of that very belief that only an equal in strength can understand him).
This would drive Gojo to seek out Megumi, something he could have done at any point in the year since Toji’s death but had no motivation to do. The words he says to Megumi are crucial - “強くなってよ。僕に置いていかれないくらい” or “Get strong. Enough to not be left behind by me.” From this, two things are clear. First, that Gojo has no intention of slowing down. Second, that Gojo wants Megumi to be on his level. He’s essentially seeking out another Geto, one that he won’t lose to their own inability to keep up with him. He’s not willing to come down from his superhuman level to connect with the average - as previously said, Gojo revels in his own strength - but rather he wants others to ascend to his level. Gege stated in the fanbook that the reason Gojo went to find Megumi was because he’s seeking talented people, and the reason he helps problem children like Yuta and Yuji is because they’re strong so he doesn’t care about the other details. There is no mention of righteousness or kindness in his actions here. Now, the fanbook is secondary material so I will always err on the side of the main text taking precedence. But since the main text does not give us any explanation from Gojo as to his true reason for saving Yuta and Yuji, and Gege’s explanation in the fanbook on Gojo’s recruit of Megumi aligns with what we see in the manga, it’s likely that his interest in Yuta and Yuji is indeed purely due to their strength potential, at least at first. He does grow fond of them as people, and he wants them to enjoy their youth. But ultimately, his reason for raising them remains that, selfishly, he doesn’t want to be alone at the top.
His idea of “resetting the crappy jujutsu world” is making it so that life as a jujutsu sorcerer is as fun for everyone as it is for him, or at least as he imagines it would be if his youth hadn’t been interrupted by Geto’s spiral. Being a jujutsu sorcerer is Gojo’s job, but he doesn’t resent it at all. Because unlike all the other sorcerers who are here because they have no choice, or because they feel a sense of responsibility to protect the defenceless, or because they fear being killed by curses and using jujutsu as a retired sorcerer is illegal (looking at you, Kusakabe), Gojo is here because jujutsu is fun. He doesn’t feel that inherent drive to protect the defenceless (he actually finds that part of it kind of exhausting) and he doesn’t feel that fear because no curse could remotely threaten him, so he just gets to enjoy jujutsu for what it is. Gojo wants the same for his students. He wants them to enjoy the experience of life as a jujutsu sorcerer, without fear, and without suffering and being forced to question what the hell they’re even doing this for. If they can be as strong as him, there is nothing to worry about - nobody dies, nobody gets left alone, nobody falls behind. It’s an idyllic picture for Gojo.
There seems to be a misconception that 326 suggests that Gojo’s only reason for training the students was to eventually fight them at their best. That is not the case. Gojo’s love of fighting and Gojo’s desire for an equal are two separate things that only got amalgamated in Sukuna. After all, Gojo never sought to fight Geto. We know they scuffled sometimes, but it’s not like Gojo was constantly trying to instigate a death match. His desire for an equal is, on its own, simply a desire to be understood, something he does not believe is possible by a weaker being. He longs for companionship but won’t let himself find it in people he views as inferior. Regardless of having an equal, Gojo still loves his own strength. He loves toying with opponents, and showing off, and brutal violence. The more challenging the opponent/situation, the further he gets to stretch his limbs.
Fighting Sukuna presented Gojo with an opportunity to satisfy both of these things.
Does Gojo have anything against Sukuna or the way he lives his life? Not really. There isn’t an ideological opposition at play here like there is between Yuji and Sukuna, they just happen to be allied with parties who are in conflict. And, with them both being the jujutsu-loving, strength merchants that they are, they’re genuinely excited at the prospect of fighting each other. Gojo does want and plan to save Megumi, sure, but in any case that requires defeating Sukuna. He wasn’t bluffing when he said he’d worry about that later - fighting Sukuna genuinely takes priority, both strategically and selfishly.
In terms of the fight, Gojo has a blast. He gets to go all out like he’s never gone all out before. He’s pushed to invent things on the spot or legitimately just die. He doesn’t even have to toy with his opponent to keep the fight going, he’s sprinting from start to finish and is giddy with it. This is possibly the most fun he’s ever had.
In terms of the emotion, Gojo has been desperately trying to find someone as strong as him because (he believes) only they can understand him. It’s to the point that he has spent the past decade trying to basically build-a-bear some equals. Suddenly, he’s presented with one, fully formed, requiring no additional shaping on his part. It’s believable that he would be excited to take that chance of being understood, being seen wholly, by the only person alive in the world at this moment that he believes capable of wrapping their mind around him, since they’re both so far above every other living being.
And so Gojo fights Sukuna and pours everything he is into it. He pushes his body to its physical limits, he uses every jujutsu ability he’s ever learned, he comes up with new ideas on the spot, he throws out multiple max output attacks. Everything we have ever been told that Gojo is capable of doing gets put on show in this fight. He does all this because he wants Sukuna to see him in his entirety, because nobody else ever has. If he tried to unleash all of this on anybody else, it would kill them before he could even get a quarter of the way through.
See, on the one hand, Gojo’s self imposed isolation is born of his own arrogance but on the other hand, he’s also right in a way; because jujutsu is a part of the makeup of Gojo Satoru - its something he enjoys and it will always be a part of him. Yet he does not fight with allies because in doing so, he would be forced to limit himself. Like Yuta acknowledges in 235, if they were on the battlefield Gojo would have been unable to perform that AoE purple blast without harming them too. He must choose between being alone when doing jujutsu, or restricting himself in this thing that he loves. This feeds into the notion that they can’t understand him - he literally has to contain himself so as not to be too much for them.
He’s not too much for Sukuna, though.
Against Sukuna, Gojo gets to exist in his entirety, unrestrained, and for that he is appreciative. But we also see Gojo’s kindness, or rather empathy. He personally was satisfied by the fight - he was able to be seen wholly. He could simply have a “fuck you, got mine” mentality about it, but we see that he actually feels sorry to Sukuna for not being able to take everything Sukuna is the way Sukuna was for him. Sukuna could not afford to go all out if it meant dying to the other sorcerers as soon as the fight with Gojo ended. I believe this is why he looked less impressive throughout the whole fight - a Gojo giving it his all puts on more of a display than a Sukuna sticking to a pre-determined plan and doing minimal improvisation. But even though Sukuna didn’t let himself go all out, he still won. This would lead Gojo to believe (and it’s not an illogical conclusion) that if Sukuna had been going all out, Gojo wouldn’t be able to take it all. Gojo feels bad about it because he was unable to be for Sukuna what Sukuna was for him, he feels bad that Sukuna will seemingly never experience that same satisfaction (because, of course, if it’s not Gojo himself giving him that, he thinks nobody else can). This isn’t Gojo feeling bad about himself for being weaker, it is genuine empathy for Sukuna because Sukuna is someone that Gojo does actually perceive as the same species as him, not someone he necessarily considers evil or an enemy.
It’s not as bad as he thinks, though, because Sukuna did take immense enjoyment in this fight. It’s true that he wasn’t pushed to the point of having to give everything here, but he was still pushed further than ever before. Many people have confused “he wasn’t going all out” for “he wasn’t even trying” and that’s such a dichotomous way of looking at things - zero or one hundred. Sukuna was absolutely trying in this fight. For the first time in a thousand years, he actually felt the nervousness of possibly losing, because Gojo’s final purple could have killed him. It’s only because it was an AoE attack and not directly aimed at Sukuna that he survived, and visibly in the worst condition of his life. And after slicing Gojo, he praises him (“you were magnificent” is crazy levels of acknowledgment from Sukuna!) and admits that he will never forget him for as long as he lives. This is coming from the guy that called Gojo ordinary and unenlightened just 6 chapters prior. Gojo moved him, this much is undeniable. And Gojo’s smile in his final moment suggests that he heard Sukuna. In the end, he knows that he did reach him in some way.
(Brief side note: Gojo never says he would definitely have lost to Sukuna even without the ten shadows. What he actually says is simply that he’s unsure as to if he would’ve won. And that’s because he, unlike much of the fandom, recognises that Sukuna’s skill and genius understanding of CE and jujutsu mean that without the ten shadows, he would’ve approached the fight very differently, especially those domain clashes, during which it’s clearly stated that Sukuna refrained from using his CT or even domain amplification too much so that the ten shadows could continue adapting in the background. Take out that element and of course Sukuna has more resources freed up to put into fighting Gojo actively.)
So this is the nuance of Gojo’s character. He’s selfish, yet capable of true empathy. He cares deeply, despite his unfathomable arrogance. His motivations are questionable, without being malicious. He sees himself as beyond human, yet at his core is painfully so. He’s not a hero, nor even really a “good” person. But he influenced those around him in ways they will carry forever.
summary: after splitting up with your ex girlfriend, sukuna, suguru is here to make you feel better (one way or another!)... as if she wasn't the one who planned your break up.
pairing: mean roommate! fem! suguru x f! reader
tags: college setting, mutual pining but reader is in denial at first, slight gaslighting, light possesiveness, dom top suguru, cunnilingus, face sitting, fingering, edging, spitting, use of strap, deepthroating said strap, more edging, boob play, squirt, fluffy ending, best friends to... something more.
wc: 6k
a/n: this is my entry for my lovely wife @cherrys-wrld 's gay panic event <3 check out the attached link to find the rest of the fics, featuring the jjk men (as women!). i'm so happy with how this turned out, hope y'all enjoy it too skjsdkkjhds 《 art by sugurusboobs 》
suguru was everything you wanted to be.
people were ensnared by her magnetising beauty, getting pulled right into her trap the moment she allowed them in. the unlucky ones would just get hit with a mocking giggle.
you were her complete opposite in this aspect, anxiety spiking whenever you had to hold a conversation with a stranger for longer than two minutes. you found refuge in staying up until two in the morning just to study for the upcoming exam you had the next week, but suguru was always over your shoulder, telling you to live a little, get your nose out of those useless books.
suguru was no stranger to relationships; she'd go through them like butter and take whatever she wanted, then leave them before they'd even get a chance to wrong her. even though none of them lasted, she didn't consider it a waste of time as long as she came out on top.
she didn't have to tire herself to keep up with being a sociology major either, and it didn't stop her from believing that college was a part of life meant for experimenting.
you however, were one of the few constant things in her life.
you've been roommates for almost two years now, and been best friends for even longer. countless sleepovers have turned into you living together the day you started college.
despite the difference in your personalities, the two of you had made it work. opposites attract, right?
people asked themselves how come a babe like suguru would be associated with a loser like you, but she liked you like that; how malleable and sweet you were. the two of you were most often glued to the hip, which sometimes made people assume the two of you were in an actual relationship, which was absurd, because she was just your best friend! you'd even show them your matching "bff" necklaces!
suguru never said anything though.
she was the one who offered you a cigarette to smoke with her for the first time. now everytime you feel stressed about an upcoming exam, you find yourself blowing out the smoke just as suguru taught you to. (she loved seeing you listen to her inputs, maybe more than she'd ever admit.)
she looked so seductive doing it, too. how the corner of her mouth slightly tipped upwards as the lipstick stained filter hung from her lips, letting the dense smoke fill her lungs before blowing it out like the whirls of a cloud.
suguru was the first person you'd go to when you needed advice, and she's always been more than happy to give it to you.
she told you time and time again, 'dating isn't worth it; make them cry, before they make you cry," because that's the kind of girl she is.
the kind of girl you craved to be.
you felt so naive.
because here you were, clinging to her as your tears soak her skimpy little top.
is this what you get for trying to get out of your shell?
no, this is what you get for thinking a loser like you could ever have a shot with, ryomen sukuna, the most belligerent girl in your sorority.
suguru pitied you, truly, but it's not like she didn't warn you about getting with college girls with egos twice their size.
but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.
even with a stuffy nose, you could smell the intoxicating smell of vanilla that radiated off of her as you lay with your head on suguru's chest. she held you close, her slender fingers running through your hair in hopes of comfort.
and it worked, even more so when you'd hear her honeyed voice lather over your wounded state like a warm blanket.
"is there something wrong with me…?" you asked, defenceless. you were ready to be faced with her unfiltered truth-telling way of speaking.
"there's nothing wrong with you," but suguru assured you, running her hand over your back as she continued, "she didn't deserve you, anyway. you're too good for a skank like her."
"you really think that?" you answered between sniffles.
"yes, and i think what happened is for the best." how could she say that?
"sugu, how is cheating on me for the best?!" you croaked, streaks of tears drying up on your cheeks.
"if you continued to stay with her, it would've been a waste of time; at least she did it at the beginning of the relationship," the word burned suguru's tongue.
"i–i feel like that's even worse… she didn't even see someone in me worth being in a real relationship with."
"hey, look at me," suguru ran her thumb over your flushed cheek, turning your forlorn gaze towards her.
you understood what everyone else saw in suguru, because you saw it too– being helplessly drawn in by her sharp, amethyst eyes; soft lips that were rarely seen without a blood red lipstick (except by you), and how her porcelain skin smoothed over your soul.
"you are worth it, but she doesn't know you. and sukuna doesn't deserve to know you."
suguru's choice of words was so heartening that it felt like a warm embrace. yet, there remained a corrosive sourness in her tone, masked so skillfully that it made it impossible for you to even pick up on. her possessiveness was quiet.
the two of you have made it a habit to go out for drinks every friday night, and so when you turned her down last week with the lame excuse of 'hanging out with sukuna', she wasn't happy.
but not to worry, she had some aces up her sleeve.
that, being her slutty, cheer captain friend, satoru gojo, who was more than eager to take a crack at hooking up with sukuna, especially when suguru told her she'd 'definetly have a shot!"; because she did – and she succeeded. her irresistible smile combined with a flash of her ample cleavage was all it took with an overweening woman like sukuna.
but you didn't need to worry your pretty little head about all of that.
a sudden, aching wave of disbelief washed over you, momentarily clearing the path of your clouded mind. suguru was right, wasn't she? you were over the fragility that came with dating sukuna. you had to be.
but her words echoed in your mind.
"she told me i'd never find anyone better than her." it made you feel as if your soul was being tugged at from all different directions, convincing you it's true.
but it wavered– and beneath that, something far more vivid began to bloom in its place. a haunting recognition you couldn't quite name, which tightened around your ribs, and tugged at your heartstrings with every uncertain beat.
"and are you stupid enough to believe her?" suguru's velvety voice pulled you out of your mental trance. you looked at her with a puzzled look on your face, only to find her eyes marking yours already, crimson lips curving into a devious smirk that made your stomach twist.
"or are you smart enough to prove her wrong?"
you were pretty sure your heart skipped a beat when suguru's hand reached forward, brushing a messy strand of hair out of your face. her soft touch lingered on your skin from where her fingers ghosted over your cheekbone.
there was always this unspoken tension between the two of you.
it was easier for you to act oblivious to the invisible strings tying you together, ones that sowed past friendship and pushed you to dwell into a realm full of suspense and anticipation.
"what do you mean?" you spoke just above a whisper, words catching in your throat as you felt swallowed by suguru's unmoving gaze.
"you know exactly what i mean." her lips quirked in a foxy smile, head tilting to the side.
before you knew it, suguru's lips merged with yours in a hungry kiss, her mouth swayed against yours as if she had something to prove. and maybe she did.
the warmth of suguru's lips overtook you, an indisputable heat blooming in your gut. the tender touch of her hand ghosted over your collarbone before creeping up around your neck.
the adrenaline of the kiss consumed suguru from within, and had she been more attentive about anything other than the way your lips melted on hers, she could've felt the way your pulse quickened under the pads of her fingers.
at no point did her hand tighten around your throat, yet she held it there, claiming you, reminding you that she's the one you're meant for.
your heart hammered in your chest with every deliberate move of her soft lips. a hushed whimper escaped you as her tongue slid over yours, teasing you.
suguru didn't rush, no. she kissed you slowly enough to make you crave her, to keep you longing for more. and she could tell you did, the shakiness in your breath betraying you.
your mouth parted, inviting her in as you felt her tongue ghost over the seam of your lips. instead, suguru pulled away, breaking the kiss and leaving you wrecked.
she could feel her composure chipping away. your puffy lips were stained with messy prints of her blood red lipstick, flustered eyes staring right back at her, pleading for more. an obscene sight.
her hand unwrapped from around your throat, making you feel bare and dazzled. her thumb pressed lightly against your bottom lip before trailing down, smearing the crimson marks she left you with down your chin.
you felt weak underneath suguru, engulfed by her violet gaze staring you down. her hand continued to drag downwards over your body, brushing over the collarbone, grazing over your covered nipple. you arched instinctively into her, the heat in your stomach becoming impossible to ignore.
"acting all heartbroken and oblivious not ten minutes ago, when in reality what you really need is something to stuff this slutty cunt with," suguru sounded more amused than anything, mouth quirking into a false smile as you squirmed feebly.
her sharp eyes dragged down your body, taking in the way your nipples pebbled under the thin shirt you had on, and how subtle goosebumps rose on your skin as she skimmed two light fingers over your abdomen.
your breath caught in your throat, darkened eyes remaining fixed on suguru's versed digits as they hooked underneath the waistband of your sweatpants. she pulled onto the elastic material, stretching it lightly before letting it slap back against your skin with a sting, redirecting your attention to her.
suguru's hypnotic gaze clung to you, eyes flickering in such a way that she didn't need words to get you to understand what she wanted you to do. the tremble in your fingers was almost unnoticeable as you dipped them beneath the stretchy strip of fabric. your hips lifted, pulling the oversized material off your legs.
"so soaked already," suguru mused, eyes thieving hungry glances at the damp spot sodden into your skimpy, cotton underwear. her fingers brushed over the frilled edge of your panties, making your legs tense in contrast to her light touch.
suguru could feel the contagious pressure rising in her chest, nerves firing at the thought of all the things she could do to your pretty body. she'd compensate for the numerous times she had kept her hands to herself.
the heat of your stare felt like a physical touch against her skin, tracing the soft curves of her silhouette as she slipped out of her tiny shorts. reaching for the hem of her top, she stilled suddenly, as if a fleeting thought had caught her.
"aren't you gonna help me out?" she turned her gaze towards you with a small, almost naive tilt of her head.
"um–yeah," your flustered expression mirrored her predictions perfectly; eyes wide and cheeks faintly blushed as she crept closer to you.
your mouth parted, letting out a shaky breath. the air felt thicker all of a sudden, arms heavier as you latched on to the skintight fabric of her strap top, which already didn't leave much to the imagination.
suguru followed each shy movement, the carefulness in your touch. by the time her shirt was left forgotten on the floor, a subtle falter in your breathing surfaced, making her bite back a smirk.
you reached for the soft swell of her breasts, nipples hardened after the chilly air in the room glazed her skin.
the wet warmth of your tongue skimmed over her tit, leaving a glimmering stripe of saliva in its wake as you latched on to her firm nipple. suguru arched involuntarily, and a breathy hiss escaped her the moment your lips swirled and suctioned around her.
you almost lost yourself in her velvety scent, hand kneading at the tenderness of her breast while your tongue rolled over the other. so it took you by surprise when she pressed her hand to your chest and pushed you back into the mattress.
"someone's enjoying herself," suguru huffed out, shifting to straddle you while maintaining an intimidating eye contact, settling herself over your thighs.
her palm slipped under your shirt, making you squirm as she gave you a not so gentle squeeze on your breast, snapping you back to reality, and making your panties doused in slick. meanwhile, her other hand glided under the soaked fabric of your underwear, fingers tracing the slippery slit of your cunt.
suguru's long digits hooked around the edge of your lace, peeling the sticky fabric to the side as if it was barely there. the heat of her hand traced over your center, and your teeth sank into your reddened bottom lip, fighting the breathy sound that threatened to come out.
"would you look at that," suguru jeered. the pad of her thumb skimmed over your pussy, going over your slit until eventually dipping in between your soaked folds, but not going past them. just teasing your teary pussy with up-and-down strokes, "she's sucking me right in."
you couldn't help but whimper, letting go of the high-pitched noise that kept building up in your chest. a pleased smile crept on suguru's lips, as if it was exactly what she wanted to hear.
the pressure of her finger molted over your clit, and your hips buckled in hope of more friction. but suguru kept you locked in place, keeping your sticky thighs pressed together under her weight.
your cunt is dripping, making a mess all over yourself and her hand as she slides in between your folds, grazing over your puffy clit with each painfully slow move, testing how far she can go before you start squirming for more.
every little shift in your hips made it worse, wetter, more desperate. pathetically trying to rub your thighs together as if you were gonna achieve something. suguru made sure that wouldn't happen.
her hand drifted over your chest, leaning forward as she exchanged her thumb for her index, but this time sinking in further than before, until a whine overcomes you.
"poor girl, she just needed something to fill her up," suguru commented, her words dipped in faux sweetness.
your walls clamp around her bare finger like you want to keep her inside, make her caress that sweet spot hiding deeper inside you.
"fuck–need more, please," your voice came out shattered, mirroring how you felt, like each nerve in your body was set on fire.
"begging already?" suguru couldn't help but giggle, though your sweet voice and your helpless state sent a surge of heat through her core, panties saturated with desire.
"don't you worry, i'll give you more," but until then, it won't hurt if she played with you a little more, push you further just to see how much you can handle. after all, the best kind of pleasure is the one that pushes you to the edge.
you pushed out a glossy bottom lip; you should've seen this coming from suguru. you never did manage to keep up with her unwavering intensity–the way she moved through a room like a storm, leaving everyone with their heads turned, breathless, and enamoured–including you.
"hahh–" your breath hitched in your throat when she added a second finger, and you simultaneously felt the length of them curl inside you.
suguru leaned in, now face-to-face with you as she hovered above, only centimetres apart. her hand drifted over your neck, not squeezing, but holding you, and making your heart skip a beat as she studied you.
your eyes widened just a bit, but enough for suguru to notice. her stare burned through you as her fingers stilled for a moment, making you clench around her.
"open up," she chirped, tapping her index on your jaw.
does she mean to–?
"wha–aahh," her fingers curled into you again, hitting the spot you so desperately needed her to, and your confusion was eaten alive by a moan, which gave her the opportune moment to let a glob of spit fall from her lips, directly on your lolled out tongue.
"be a good girl and swallow now," suguru smiled.
your eyes locked with hers as you swallowed with a muffled whimper, feeling the warm liquid slip down your throat, all to her satisfaction.
"mmphh," a sense of delight washed over suguru, and before you knew it, her faded crimson lips latched onto your breast. her warm tongue darted over your hardened nipple, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses all over the plush skin.
the filthy squelches of your pussy filled the room as suguru thrusted her fingers into your dripping heat, attacking your g-spot each time, without fail.
your eyebrows knitted at the sudden pleasure, her digits worked their way fast into your sopping hole, and spurts of your wetness poured in between your thighs, soaking suguru's hand.
the pressure in your lower half threatened to break down at any time, hips quivering under weight, and helpless moans falling loudly through your lips as you felt your orgasm approach.
suguru felt it too–how your walls clung to her fingers with desperation. hands gripping tightly onto the sheets as she pistoned into your cunt. you were so close.
she smiled into your chest as she suddenly pulled away from between your thighs, leaving your hole empty and making a loud cry tear from your throat, right on the brink of your high.
"mmnghh, no–was so close," you whined, eyes shooting open as you snapped out of your focus.
"awwh, it's okay. your time will come, pretty," suguru smiled, her voice dripping with false innocence, "you're gonna have to learn patience."
"you really didn't have to do that…" you pouted.
"maybe not… but it's my turn now, don't you think?" she bit back a grin, already slipping out of her lacy underwear.
your teeth sank into your pillowy lip as you watched suguru shuffle closer to you, and she didn't give you much time to prepare before her back turned to you, and suddenly her toned legs were propped into the mattress, on either side of your face.
the heat of her pussy radiated off of her. glistening, and more soaked than you would've imagined.
the connection between your mind and body seemed to flicker, your muscles feeling as if they'd turned liquid. your hands were immediately drawn to her hips, fingers melting into the softness of her ass.
your eyes lingered on her figure, taking in the sleek curves, and how the inky lines of her tramp stamp looked on her creamy skin.
"don't be shy now," suguru purred. your fingers dug into the fat of her ass, pulling her into your face before she could say anything else.
your tongue dragged between her folds, parting them as the sweet taste of her slick coated your mouth. a quiet whimper fell past her lips, and her back arched further into you.
"mmmhh," your eyes fell closed after her pleased sound, cheeks flushed as you dive deeper into her cunt, letting her arousal drip down the corner of your lips.
your nose pressed against suguru's neglected clit, and she mindlessly made herself more comfortable on your face, rocking her hips lazily and dragging her wetness on your tongue.
your knees buckled inwards, feeling the ache in your core and deciding to stifle it by thrusting your tongue into the creamy mess of her pussy. suguru was almost out of it, too sucked in to the pleasure you were giving her, but her fingers found your clit, rubbing languid circles that made you whine into her cunt.
"fuck–yes, just like that," suguru slurred. your grip tightened, pulling her down until her hovering gave way to a heavy, sluggish rhythm against your face.
your muffles moans vibrated into her soaked center, and the pace of her digits quickened over your swollen clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
your lips seal around the sensitive nub, sucking gently, but enough to make her thighs quiver around your head. the swift flicks of your tongue against her clit make her hips wobble over your face, but your fingers grip harder onto her ass, keeping her still and fully seated on your face.
your tongue flattened against her cunt, licking firm stripes at her entrance before fully dipping in again; messy, and eager. lapping up every drop over her arousal as if to memorise her taste forever. swirling in as if searching for her weakest spot.
"so–mmh–so good," suguru moaned, and you ignored her greedy attempts at grinding on your face. the bridge of your nose pressed against her clit, and her thighs jerked, mirroring each hungry lap of your tongue.
yet suguru's fingers still moved with precision, circling your sensitive center with accuracy until her weight was the only thing keeping you steady. the familiar pressure kept building up in your abdomen again, twisting at your insides and letting you know how close you were to falling apart.
whines and whimpers spilled out of your mouths, along with the lewd slurps that got progressively louder. you could tell suguru's high was approaching rapidly; her legs were tense and shaking, and her cunt was clamping down on your tongue as if it wasn't enough.
"fuck–fuck, keep going," her delivery came out breathy, and high pitched, nothing like what you've been used to, her sultry, almost seductive voice, now turned shattered, and needy. it only made you want to hear it more.
you wrapped one arm around the small of her back, steadying her writhing body, while you snaked the other around her thigh, so your hand could reach her tender clit. your mouth was pressed against her dripping heat, and by now her sugary juices leaked all over the lower half of your face.
your taste buds were overwhelmed by the sweetness of her essence. tongue lapping and twisting into her pussy as if you were making out with it. by the time she was close enough to her orgasm, instead of continuing to massage her clit, your fingers slapped against it with a swat!
as if on command, suguru came with a broken, loud moan that mirrored the smacks to her cunt. your face was fully drenched in her arousal, coating your lips, chin, and down to your jaw by the time she came down from her high. the hurried, but deliberate pace of your tongue slowed, licking her entrance and cleaning her up.
you continued by pressing soft kisses on her inner thighs and playing with the fat of her ass at the same time. she didn't stop you, or say anything for that matter– besides a few hushed whimpers– instead, the sluggish circles suguru drew over your clit had turned more urgent, as if the control of the scene had fallen back into her hands.
you drew in a sharp breath, slowly losing focus on what happened around you, only feeling the warmth of suguru wrapping around your body, and her fingers, which sent a tingling ache throughout your body.
"you took such good care of me, pretty," you heard suguru's familiar, sultry voice say. yet your eyes were still closed, letting yourself be swallowed by the pleasure.
"mmphh, yeah. you liked it, sugu?" you slurred, just above a whisper.
"i loved it," suguru corrected, her words dipped in honey, "i should return the favour now, right?" had she been in your view, you would have seen the smirk plastered on her face.
your back arched at the thought alone. the constant buildup of need always coming so close but never reaching your grasp.
suguru dismounted you, slowly crawling on graceful limbs in between your legs, finally facing you.
the smudged mascara coating her lashes had given her eyes an almost feline effect, and her sharp gaze felt even more intense as she looked at you from below.
you followed her movements. her arms were set underneath your thighs, hands holding onto the meat of your legs as she drew in closer. it was a hypnotising sight.
her warm breath ghosted over your glimmering pussy, lips drawing in closer until barely grazing your heat.
"mmh, stop teasing…" you mumbled, pushing out your bottom lip in a cute little pout.
suguru found it adorable too, just not in the way a normal person would.
"i'm sorry, sweetheart. just couldn't help myself," she giggled, eyebrows tented with false innocence. oh, no she couldn't.
"haahh–", finally, you feel the warm wetness of her tongue part through your folds. gathering all the sugary syrup that's been dripping out of your hole in what seems like forever now.
your hips buckled into her, heart beating faster with the skilful drag of her tongue, pressing wet kisses over your folds in between licks.
she swirled over your clit, her fingers gripping tighter onto your thighs when you clamped around her head, but she was quick to push them further apart, diving in deeper into your cunt and making you tremble.
you look down to already see suguru's burning gaze set on you. she was so beautiful. inky strands of hair fell over her face messily, her lips plump and glossy from your slick and her amethyst eyes compelling, as if they were luring you in.
you feel her fingers slip past your folds, and you clench around her like you were scared she'd leave you empty again. but she curls inside, and the pleasure starts bleeding into overstimulation as she plunges deeper into your hole, hitting every spot you were desperate for her to acknowledge.
"fuck–please, i, i'm so–so close," you hiccuped, tears starting to brim at your eyelash as she suctioned your clit.
"tell me what you need, baby," suguru spoke sweetly into your heat.
"n–need to cum–please, suguru," you begged, back arching deeper into her as your voice broke.
"too bad," suguru whispered, just loud enough for you to hear over the loud squelches of your pussy.
her mouth parted from your cunt, leaving your dripping hole clenching around nothing as she pulled her delicate fingers out of your core.
you curled inwards, and a slivered scream tore from your chest– loud, and helpless.
your eyes squeezed shut as you fell back into the softness of the mattress, letting it swallow your aching body.
"why did you do that..?" you asked, or rather whined.
instead of giving you a direct answer, suguru crawled on top of you, cradling your face in her hand and swiping her thumb on your flushed cheek. your eyes opened again to see her peering at you. her eyes drifted between your glassy eyes and pouty lips.
"my poor baby… sad she didn't get to cum?" the mocking concern in her voice indicated she didn't feel guilty at all. great. she's tormenting you now, "but don't worry, i'm not done with you just yet."
before you got to reply, her lips crashed into yours, melting into a kiss that stole the thoughts out of your head. the only thing you felt was the heat of her mouth and the way her tongue slipped its way past the seam of your lips. it was dizzying.
you've been ensnared by her, body and mind. too blindsided to notice the way her hand snaked its way to the nightstand's drawer by the bed as she took hold of the toy she had for safekeeping.
you leaned in as suguru pulled away, not wanting to feel the absence of her lips yet. but when you opened your eyes, something gaudy entered your peripheral vision, and you turned only to see the hot pink dildo that was attached to a leather harness. long. and girthy. it had to be at least ten inches.
you weren't surprised that suguru would own something like this, but hot pink? you didn't expect that. your mouth watered nonetheless.
suguru left gawking at it a while longer while she swiftly slipped on the harness, which hugged her hips like a glove after adjusting the leather straps.
"like what you see, sweetheart?" suguru asked. she knew the answer; she just wanted to hear you say it.
"depends on how you use it," you bit back a smile.
"that so?" she positioned herself between your legs. manicured fingers skimmed down your body before hooking under your thighs, pulling you lower on the bed in one abrupt move. "i think you'll be shaking and crying by the end."
whatever you wanted to say died in your throat and was replaced by a moan. suguru held the strap in her hand now, which looked small in this comparison, and slowly pushed her hips forward to drag the silicone length between your soaked folds. you felt every ridge as it shifted over your clit, steeping in your slick.
your head thumped back into the pillow, pussy leaking a small puddle into the sheets, begging to be filled already.
suguru was as attentive as always, noticing every small movement and needy shift in your expression. her hands held onto the underside of your thighs, and she pushed them ploddingly into your chest.
she teased your folds a few more times, dragging the shiny silicone between them, before finally pushing in. the stretch was burning almost, walls squeezing it tightly as you gradually adjusted to the girth.
the air gets stuck in your lungs by the time she's fully sheathed. the size is unsettling, and you're scared you'll be falling apart at the slightest movement.
but that's exactly what suguru wants.
she starts off slowly, though. languid thrusts that made you feel everything. thighs trembling lightly in her grasp when she filled you. her rhythm was steady, and she wished she could feel the way your impatient cunt clenched around the strap.
suguru kept her pace, each push of her hips as slow as the last, until your pussy dripped down the length and you started babbling something about needing her to go faster.
why was she here if not to please you?
she gave you one more thrust, one that made a loud, piercing cry tear from your lips. just as slow as before, but so deep you felt her in your stomach. angling her hips just right so that she could reach every sensitive spot inside you.
then, she pulled out. abruptly. with no warning.
your hips buckled, as if you didn't want to even acknowledge it. suguru laid down your thighs and teetered closer until she was seated over your chest, with your arms tucked under her legs.
"w–what are you doing? you asked, as if the past minutes had been a fever dream.
"wouldn't you like to know?" suguru only smiled. her hand slipped down to the base of the silicone shaft, pushing it forward until the pink tip ghosted over your lips, glazing them in your own wetness.
the puzzled look you gave her was cut short when she slid it past your lips. without suguru having to say anything, your cheeks hollowed around it, and your mouth was filled with your aroma.
"tastes so sweet, doesn't it?" she asked, as if your pussy was a delicacy on its own.
she pushed in further. slowly, wanting you to taste yourself without missing anything.
you breathed through your nose, eyes turning glassy as she hit the back of your throat. such a perfect sight, suguru thought.
by the time you thought you couldn't breathe anymore, her hand reached back, finding your clit, and fully knocking out the air in your lungs.
"fuck, you look so pretty like this," suguru lulled. your eyebrows tent, glimmering tears swelling up in your eyes, and a hot pink strap lodged in your throat. she was almost entranced.
whimpers came out muffled against the length, your mind starting to get foggy. was it from suguru working your clit? or the lack of air? you didn't know. but you felt enraped.
suguru kept her burning stare on you as she slowly retracted, and you took in a sharp breath, letting the air fill your lungs. she dismounted you, retaking her rightful place between your legs.
your cunt was dripping after being unattended for so long again. but not to worry, suguru lined herself up with your messy slit before pushing into you, setting up a fervid rhythm.
with your legs hooked over her arms, she leaned in over you, and her pace gradually quickened. the slaps of her hips against your ass reverberated throughout the room, and your back arched into her– like it was not enough, or maybe too much. you couldn't tell.
soft cries bubbled in your chest, falling past your lips like broken sobs as she pounded into you. suguru wanted to make you cry louder than sukuna ever did.
you wanted to preserve this feeling forever, how the pressure tore you apart. how suguru looked as she gave it to you.
"tell me how bad you want it," suguru impelled, reading through you. her voice came out breathier than she expected, "say that you need me."
"p–please, need it–so much," you looked at her with teary eyes, your voice raw and desperate.
"you can do better, sweetheart. i wanna hear you say it," suguru pressed. her thrusts grew sharper, and your orgasm was building up fast.
"mmphgh, need to cum s–so bad, suguru–please," you hiccuped through shattered whines that mirrored her rhythm.
a devious smile made its way on suguru's face, almost pleased with your desperate begging. the intensity of her hips pulled you apart, and drool gathered at the corner of your lips. any coherent thought was fucked out of your head.
"that's it, pretty, let go for me," that's all it takes before you shatter, the sound of her voice making you a blissful wreck.
"hahh– fuck, i can't–i'm cumming, i'm–nnghh," your entire body jolts, involuntarily writhing under suguru as she helped you draw out your orgasm. her thrusts slow, more careful, easing you through the intensity of your high.
you feel weak, like every muscle has given up on you. suguru pulls out, cautiously, letting you adjust to the emptiness before she slides off the leather harness.
"you okay?" suguru asked, showing genuine concern in her voice this time. with her legs tucked under, she settles in next to you. her arm snakes around your back, pulling you closer to her.
"yeah, just a bit tired," you mumbled, letting her give you exactly what you needed, as if she knew you better than you know yourself.
"you did so well," suguru replied, pressing her lips to the nape of your neck, then over your jaw, until your mouths melted together again, merging into a kiss lacking hurry, but full of tenderness.
suguru's hands, which had been resting idly, began a slow migration; one traced the line of your shoulder, while the other tangled gently into the hair at the base of your skull, anchoring you both in the moment.
the world outside the room seemed to dissolve, leaving only the steady rhythm of your hearts trying to find a shared tempo. the kiss was slow and honey thick, the kind that didn’t ask for anything but more time.
happy new year! 🌟
already 2024!! and we start we another stsg piece haha. this started off as a photo study but then I had to add the bb bois.
HEADCANON: gojo wears his glasses etc. bc he easily gets sensory overload bc of his six eyes. geto always tries to help him relax and covers his eyes with his hands. they fell asleep like this. <3
SHOP IS OPEN again btw! u v u (and I added the two latest stsg prints)
It had been hours since the argument, yet you still stomped around the apartment nursing your wounds. You can’t even remember what you were mad about anymore–but one thing you know for sure: it was your stupid boyfriend's fault.
You screamed, kicked, threw every petty insult you could think of, deliberately making a show of bad behavior. But despite your tantrum, Suguru stayed eerily calm. He didn’t lash back or even flinch, just blinking at you the way a parent might regard their sleepy toddler.
You hated him for it— his maddening self-control. You loathed that no matter how much you poked, he wouldn’t break.
By the time your throat went scratchy, and your cheeks blotchy from crying, the fight had drained out of you. Being angry was lonely, not to mention exhausting.
More than anything, you long for the comfort of curling into sugurus’ side, sulking while he petted your hair and murmured soft reassurances until you fell asleep.
So here you were trying to slink back into his good graces. Climbing into his lap as if nothing bad had happened, kissing and nuzzling along his jaw like a sorry kitten leaving a desperate peace offering.
He doesn’t push you away, he lets you snuggle close, lets your fingers roam up and down his chest, lulling you into a false sense of victory–
Until his voice cuts through your milk-warm haze.
“So… “his tone was smooth. “I'm assuming you're done with your little show?”
Your stomach drops. molten heat pooling down low to your core.
You knew that voice all too well—neutral, deliberate, the kind that always meant punishment was bound. The voice that meant that the fight wasn’t over until he got the last word.
…
The hum of the toy between your legs was merciless, but worse was the distance. Suguru still clothed, lounging back against the headboard. He was trigger happy, a not-so-fun fact you're learning the hard way as he edges you with a vibrator.
The fat tip of the wand buzzed against your clit, dragging you along the edge. Every time your body seized, his thumb flicked the switch.
Silence.
Your orgasm ebbed away, leaving you trembling and empty. Again. And again.
By the fourth time, you were on the brink of insanity. He kept reassuring you, over and over, that this was for your own good, wiping the fat tears that dripped down your cheeks—but the strain in his pants betrayed how much he was enjoying every second of it.
“You love this, don’t you, pretty?” he murmured. You were disgustingly wet, cunt dribbling so much you stained the sheets.
You jolt back to life, nodding frantically, head tipping back to meet his eyes. Suguru snickered at the sight of you—nose red and snotty, lashes spiked with tears, pupils blown wide. Fucked-out. Pathetic.
“y-yes suguu,” you bubbled, your words slurred around sobs. “Need’a…cum…please”
Suguru smiled. Such a vastly different attitude from earlier
“Are you sure you haven’t already?” He hummed, pressing the vibrator in slow, perfect circles against your swollen bud. “You’re dripping enough for three.”
Two thick fingers slipped inside your cunt with ease, curling your gummy walls. Your legs clamped tight, strangling his hand as your body milked him.
He only tutted, prying your thighs apart and pulling out with a wet squelch.
You mewled at the sudden emptiness, quieting only when he waved his soaked digits in front of your face—both of you admiring the way your slick dribbled down his knuckles.
“Just look at that...such a greedy thing, yeah?” he crooned, holding his soaked fingers to the light before tapping them twice to your swollen lips.
You turn your face away, lips pressed tight. Stubborn. Always stubborn. His brows lifted, amused.
“Open wide”
Before you can protest, his fingers slide past your lips, ring your teeth before pressing down on your tongue. He held your jaw steady, easing in until you gagged. The metallic tang of his rings mixed with the sweetness of your own pre
The vibrator thrummed on your bud, making your hips jolt, rutting into the hitachi with no shame.
“That’s it.” he murmured, thumb stroking your jaw as you suckled his fingers. “Good girl.”
You moaned, high-pitched and muffled, sucking him clean. Pressure built too fast--too hot, too sharp. You lifted your hips, desperate, so close, so–
“Show me how pretty you can beg for it.”
Click.
Your orgasm cruelly snapped away, leaving you high and dry. Tears spilled instantly, sobs muffled around his fingers still in your mouth. Suguru pulls them free, a ribbon of spit stretching between your lips and his knuckles.
“There now, breathe.” he cooed, wiping your tears as if he hadn't ruined you for the fifth time. “You’re making this so difficult for me.” Tilting your head towards him, he murmurs. “Look at me, and tell me you're sorry.”
You shook your head wildly, choking on your pleas. “M’ sososo sorry, sugu. Please, please I’ll be good–soo good, jus’ lemme, lemme-”
“Shhh.I know, pretty.” he tilts your chin back until you're staring at him. His gaze was soft, loving, tender.
The wand clicked off for good. He set it aside on the nightstand and gathered you closer, tucking your trembling body against his chest.
He didn’t seem to care that you were still dripping wet and soaking through his pants, whining , humping his thighs. He held you anyways-- stroking your hair, slow and steady, rubbing the small of your back.
“Sleep now,” he whispered, kissing your damp lashes. “You’ve had enough tonight.”
You stared up at him, swollen lips quivering, cunt still aching with denial. “b-but, suguru. I didn’t—”
“I know.” he smiled softly, brushing your hair back tenderly. “And that’s your punishment, baby. Forgiven doesn’t mean finished.”
(傑悟) - 𝑔ego teaches you how to give a blowjob ♡ ᩧ꒱
“see how she keeps her jaw relaxed, satoru? you should be taking notes.”
the praise pours straight from his mouth to your stomach, settling warm and heavy between your thighs. suguru keeps a steady palm on the back of your head, guiding you as you bob lazily back-and-forth along his length.
satoru, on the other hand, sulks in the corner resembling a kicked puppy. his glossy pouting lips and wide eyes track every gag, every swallow, every time suguru’s cock nudges the back of your throat. he's practically oozing jealousy as his lover demonstrates the "proper" way to give a blowjob--on you.
he frowns sourly everytime suguru gives you his undivided attention—tucking a hair behind you ear or whispering something so low only you could hear it—attention that should’ve been on him.
“but suguru, I—”
suguru barely looks up from your face, continuing to thrust as he spares his boyfriend a cold side eye.
“no buts, baby. you can’t expect me to do all the work forever.”
you hum around his cock in agreement. satoru’s shoulders sag further.
as much as he hates it, you’re doing a perfect job for suguru; tongue flattened to his fat cockhead, circling the salty slit. the sloppy, wet sounds of your mouth mixed with geto’s rich, breathy groans.
it makes him twitch. from this angle, your ass is wiggling mere inches away his face. the pleated skirt you're wearing has risen up completely, giving him an unobstructed view of your chubby cunt thats turned your cotton panties translucent.
satoru's snowy lashes flutter helplessly. his fingers flex against the carpeted floor like he doesn’t trust himself to move
“can I at least…taste her?” the words slip out high-pitched and wobbly, thick with desperation he doesn't bother hiding.
that gets sugurus attention. the brunet drags his eyes over his boyfriend, spotting the painful hard bulge smushed against satoru’s pants--veins and all. a knowing smile spreads evenly across suguru's face. he would’ve happily obliged to his boyfriend’s request, but it wasn’t his choice to make.
his hand slides beneath your slippery chin, tilting your face up. purple eyes softening as a shiny ribbon of spit and pre stretches from his cock to your tongue.
“what do you think, pretty?" he asks, "wanna help poor toru out?”
you turn towards satoru.
he looks beautiful--eyes glassy, silver adam's apple bobbing, seconds away from creaming his boxers. and from here, you can’t help but imagine how gorgeous he'd look muffled between your thighs.
